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The Empire’s Iron grip was loosening. For nearly a decade the Sith had ruled over the galaxy without challenge. Their power had been absolute, their authority unquestioned. The Republic had crumbled with terrible ease. It had not been forgotten. Across the galaxy there were those who remained loyal. Those who clung to a better time. Senators, Generals, Soldiers, and Citizens, who yearned for the return of what they loved. They dreamed of freedom. The Empire’s defeat on Korriban emboldened those forgotten fighters. They planned, they plotted, they gathered their strength. When the Jedi Order summoned their might to smash the Empire on Jakku, the forgotten Republic rose up. All those left loyal to the Republic stood tall and threw themselves at the Empire. Their target was not Coruscant but the true jewel of the Core, Corellia. The Jedi offered them what help they could, but it was the souls of the Republic leading the charge.
A massive fleet of a mishmash of ships emerged from hyperspace. There were too many vessels to count. The symbol of the Republic was crudely painted on every single one. The Jedi may have been fighting the Sith on Jakku but this was the battle for the soul of the Core. An elderly human former Republic Admiral had command. He stood now from his command center staring at Corellia growing closer.
The Empire was here, and he knew they would fight till the last man. He issued a simple command to engage as the two fleets came closer and closer. Hundreds of transports rocketed towards the surface. This was more than a battle in the skies. The ground wound need to be retaken. Coronet city would need to be reclaimed. The fighting in the city would be dense and difficult. Before long, the fleets were engaged and the forces were battling on the ground. Coronet city was engulfed in war. Admiral Thielen sent a simple message. “Take back our home.” They would.
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