Star Wars - Rook 385

Earth had bearly discovered hyperspace technology when the Empire arrived. After annihilating the resistance Earth had put against them, the Empire has begun to create a new planetary government. One that focuses on servicing the Empire, however, like most occupations, there is resistance. Simply known as Humanity First.

Occupation

Chapter 1- Freedom

When Eric woke up with a splitting headache, he knew that today would be the worst day of his life. Sitting up in his bed Eric reached into his nightstand, finding nothing that would help his booming headache. Slowly standing Eric watched as the room spun around him, with unsteady steps he clung to the wall for stability. As he made his way through the house he wracked his brain in an attempt to figure out what had happened the night before to spur this headache.

Finally, inside the kitchen, he opened the cupboard and pulled out a small orange container. After opening the bottle he gently hit it against his palm, resulting in a couple tiny pill to land in his palm. Grabbing a nearby cup he filled it with tap water and swallowed the pills almost immediately after. All in hopes that his headache would leave him. Shortly after he had brushed his teeth he put on a red hoodie and worn pair of jeans as well as a worn pair of sneakers.

Making his way out of the house sighed at the shadow covering the city. Soon gazing up at the object casting the shadow. He scowled. A large triangular object covered the sky, blanketing the city from the suns welcoming rays. It was a star destroyer, and it had done its job, erasing all resistance the Earth could offer against the empire. Jets were no match against the TIE fighters of the Empire. Bullets while still incredibly powerful, just couldn’t match the brutality of Imperial blaster bolts. Nuclear bombs couldn’t even scratch the surface of a star destroyer when it's shielding were up.

The Empire's impact had been felt all over the planet, food shortages, power restrictions, and curfews all of which kept the Terrans of Earth occupied, competing against each other for resources, instead of fighting against their common enemy. Shaking his head Eric continued down the road, toward the Imperial Weapons Factory, and as he did so he gazed at what was left of the city. The street next to him was covered in the corpses of cars that had been used as cover during the siege. The rotten smell of burnt rubber was floated around all of the main streets. Stepping over a puddle of oil he could hear the screeching of the Imperials TIE fighters. Sighing once again, Eric pulled out his I.D. card and slid it through the slot. After a few seconds, the large door of the Factory opened, allowing the man inside.

Once inside grabbed the took off his red hoodie, neatly folding it, and set it down on the top shelf of his locker. For a couple of seconds, Eric stared at the bottom of his locker, glazed look in his eye, fists held firm at his sides.

“Still thinking about it huh?” a nearby voice pressed.

Jumping Eric looked toward the source of the voice, meeting Rose’ friendly gaze, “Yea, it’s hard not to.” he sighed.

Rose’ was a short girl who had blonde hair that had been tied into a ponytail, she had a warm gaze and kind smile. she had a petite frame to her but Eric wouldn’t let that deceive him. She had much more to her beneath the small, friendly persona she always had, he’s seen her stare at guards, talking to herself. Maybe she was just trying to escape and find her family, after all, she had lost her family the same way Eric had lost his.

Shaking his head Eric grabbed the hazard suit and began making his way toward the changing room when a hand grabbed his shoulder, turning, he saw Rose. The kind smile was gone, warm gaze gone cold, all that was left was a cold, calculating gaze.

Frowning Eric watched as Rose looked over her shoulder to the wave of people entering the locker rooms, “Stay away from the plasma Centre.” She whispered.

“Why? I might be able to fix it.” Eric asked.

“Just don’t, please,” Rose spoke, voice quivering as she did so. Quickly turning away, she made her way out from the locker and into the main factory.

Frowning even more, Eric continued his way toward the dressing room, got into the hazard suit, and made his way into the factory, just in time for roll call.

With a deep frown Governor, Crassis looked at his workers “Attention!” He Growled, scowling at the crowd before him he continued, “Due to the recent loss of the Death Star the Emperor has increased the work hours that factory workers all across the Empire.” He took a breath and gauged the crowd's reaction before continuing, “Of course this is to protect our empire against the terrorist that call themselves The Rebel Alliance. Now, all of you dismissed!”

As the crows of workers made their way toward their designated area, Eric caught sight of his Commanding Officer. Quickly catching up with him Eric struck up a conversation, “Hey, Commander Stark?”

Interrupted from his own thoughts Stark gave Eric a quizzical look even as his long black hair covered his vision, “Yes Eric, aren’t you supposed to be at the Tie- Fighter section?”

“Well about that, I was wondering if I could work in the Plasma center?” Eric asked.

With a wave of his hand Stark spoke, “Go, crazy man, they’ve been wanting someone for a while now, you’ll be at station three,” patting Eric on the back Stark smiled, “Have fun!”

With a nod, Eric made his way towards his new workstation. Within a few minutes, Eric had made his way through the seemingly endless hallways of the factory and arrived in the plasma center. With wide eyes, Eric stared at the endless gadgets of the factory. On the right side of the chamber, there were gas chambers, containing many different kinds of gases. Pipes extended from the right side of the chamber and moved toward the opposite side, which had heating vents, compression chambers, and many others.

“Hey you!” a voice screeched, interrupting him from his thoughts and causing him to look at the observation deck only to see a stormtrooper staring straight at him. “Get to your station!”

With a quick nod, Eric found station three and began working, mind clouded by Rose’ warning. Looking down at the workbench Eric immediately noticed a half-built DC-17 sitting on the table, quickly scanning the rest of the workbench he found that the materials needed to complete the blaster were present, Including a plasma coil. Grabbing the nearby toolset Eric got to work.