Rebellion
ESHAN
ELARIS
Michael, Gabriel,
Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel,
Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
The sprawling view of the city of Elaris at dusk—ancient, towering structures lined with Imperial banners, their foreboding presence casting long shadows. The scene was alive with movement, yet the tension in the air was thick enough to slice through. The people were uneasy, frightened, as the sound of heavy boots marching echoed through the streets. The city, once a symbol of culture, was now held in the iron grip of the Empire.
… but Omega Squad wasn't here to watch.
They were here to shake the foundations of this very city.
On a dark rooftop. Connel, the shadow of a warrior, stood silhouetted against the setting sun. His mask gleamed ominously, his glowing lightsaber held with lethal precision. His stance was calm, almost serene, but the calm before the storm was palpable.
We aren’t just breaking them... We’re breaking the illusion.
The sound of his voice faded, his eyes—focused, calculating, as if he could see everything unfolding at once.
Michael crouched down in the heart of Elaris, hidden behind a crumbling wall. His blaster was ready. What he saw was challenges that others did not see. How to attack, how to direct, how to disperse. He was already working these out in his head.. His eyes narrowed as he gave a silent nod to his team.
[Ready up. Three... Two... One... Go.]
EXPLOSION.
A
massive explosion erupted in the distance—a cataclysmic force that sent debris flying into the air, chunks of stone and fire raining down like a shower of meteors. The Empire’s supply depot was obliterated in a fiery ball of destruction, the shockwave rippling across the city. Imperial soldiers, officers and personnel as a whole were scrambling to respond—too slow, too unprepared.
As the chaos unfolded, Gabriel stood at the power grid, his hands moving at lightning speed(well, for a human) as he bypassed security systems and triggered another chain of explosions—lights flickered out, the city plunged into complete darkness. An eerie silence followed.
Blackouts hit all across the skyline. The Imperials were in the dark—literally and figuratively. Screams erupted from the streets as Imperial officers scrambled to restore order. Sariel , perched high above, fired his sniper rifle—one shot dropped an officer, his body crumpling to the ground like a ragdoll. A ripple of panic spread through the ranks below.
[Let them feel the fear.]
Azrael placed explosives along a high-security Imperial supply warehouse. As chaos erupted and sirens blared around him he calmly worked, his face set with grim determination. A quick look up. Fire.
Another massive explosion ripped through the heart of the Imperial district. The entire area shook, windows shattering in every building for blocks, sending shockwaves that rattled the streets like a giant fist slamming into the ground. speeders flipped, billboards exploded, and Imperial vehicles were sent flying through the air as the sound of the blast boomed in the distance.
Raphael was oblivious as he was setting up heavy weapons on the outskirts of the city, locked onto an approaching Imperial convoy. The camera tracked the slow, deliberate movement of his finger on the trigger as he fired. A series of explosions followed—Imperial transports flipped, their engines fiery and smoking. The convoy was scattered like matchsticks, the wreckage in slow motion.
In the chaos, people—the citizens of Elaris—started to gather. Their eyes flickered toward the destruction, the realization dawning on them that the Empire was vulnerable, and they were not powerless. They began to rise, fed up with their captors.
Connel stood at the heart of the chaos, his lightsaber ignited, its blue-white blade cutting through the thick smoke of an explosion. Behind him, the citizens of Elaris started to emerge from their hiding places. The streets were alive with movement—resistance fighters, civilians, all ready to fight back.
Connel as he strode through the chaos, started kicking down doors, started working to inspire a charge with purpose. His voice echoed through the streets.
This is your city! This is your fight!
A full-scale battle soon erupted in the heart of the city. The air in the streets captured imperial soldiers trying to regain control—only to be overwhelmed by the growing rebellion. Explosions, gunfire, and blasters crackling in the air. A full-throttle firefight as Omega Squad directed the chaos, moving seamlessly between ambushes, distractions, and direct assaults. This was not a battle to beat the Empire, but a battle to show them that their power was not absolute. That the fight they started was
far.from.over.
A massive Imperial transmission tower looms in the background. Jeremiel, his hands deftly hacking into Imperial comms, redirected the flow of data. He activated a transmitter, and the comm frequencies to a citywide broadcast of a shocking message:
This is only the beginning. You are not alone. Stand up, fight back, or the Empire will keep you in chains.
The transmission would hopefully send shockwaves through the city’s citizens, their morale would hopefully skyrocket. Their faces—dazed, confused at first, but then the rage in their eyes as they flooded into the streets.
As the city of Elaris erupted into chaos, in the sky—high above the city a huge explosion detonated in the Imperial headquarters, an entire ancillary building collapsed into flames. The plume of smoke reflected the destruction, the sound of distant battles rising to a crescendo.
The people of Elaris weren’t running anymore. They were fighting. And Omega Squad had just given them the spark.
On a downed Imperial turbo tank, there was a makeshift inscription.
"THE REVOLUTION HAS BEGUN."
