OOC Thread Character Thread Part I: Siege
After years of small raids doing little damage and failures to make any progress, the Alliance to Restore the Republic had its first true victory in the Galactic Civil War. In a moment when the entire Rebellion was on the brink of destruction, with much of its High Command on Yavin IV, literally in the sights of the Death Star, a single X-Wing Starfighter destroyed the battlestation and changed the Rebellion from a tiny movement of idealistic peoples to something that might actually have the ability to fight back against the Galactic Empire.
But the victory was only to be celebrated for a short time. The Empire knew where the Rebellion's base was, and it was only a matter of time before they came again. And they did. First, it was just small raids from strike cruisers and a few TIE Fighters, strafing and bombing the ancient Massassi Temples and then disappearing off into hyperspace. It went on for months, the testing of Yavin IV's defenses...as did the evacuation of the base and a seemingly fruitless search for a new hidden location.
And then, finally, after two months of raids, the Imperial Fleet arrived. Four Star Destroyers and a myriad of other cruisers bombarding the planet from above. The small Rebel fleet above, led by the Mon Calamari Cruiser
Independence, held the Imperial fleet off for long enough so that the majority of ships could safely escape the system's gravity well and make the jump to hyperspace, but they were soon forced back until they, too, had to jump. With the defenses gone, the Imperials began landing troops.
On the ground, however, was one last ship about to leave. In the huge, open main hangar of the Great Temple that had once housed four squadrons of Starfighters and various other starships, was one single starship. It was a small transport meant for carrying troops, box-shaped and nothing special...and fully loaded with the last of the command personnel able to reach the ship
Standing outside the ship's hatch was a young human male, just under a couple of meters in height and dressed in a grey-black uniform that had likely once been meant for the Fleet Marines. But on the right shoulder was a patch indicating that the man was actually a member of the Alliance's Navy Command. There was a small patch on the left breast of the uniform with a small rank insignia and "Cpt. Droma", but those were where the appearances of a commander ended. The man had an unkempt look to him, obviously in need of a good shave and probably a few haircuts due to the fringe of hair slightly impairing some of his vision and the amount of it gathering at his neck. His eyes were grey and had a hardness to them that went fairly well with the rest of him as he looked over the group in front of him.
He reached out and extended a datapad and spoke in swift and almost angry voice,
"Layout of the rest of the base. The Imperials have dropped troops down all over the rear hangar. We just pulled the last of our people out of that area but the damned bucketheads started pouring in before we could destroy the data mainframe. After I get out of here, you're all that we'll have left down here so you damn well better get to that data before they do..." he paused a moment to make sure that sunk in before giving all of you a careful look over,
"You get there as fast as you can and then you get the hell off this rock. There's an old YT-2000 about two kliks north of the temple, if the Imps haven't overrun it consider that your ticket out of here. If you've got any questions you damn well better ask them now and ask them quick because its only a matter of time before the Imperials make their way through the corridors to this part of the base." 
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