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Coruscant, once the proud, beating heart of the Old Republic, had seen better days. Transplanted as the home of the Empire, after the fall of Palpatine and the start of the New Republic, it had begun to be ignored. In an attempt to start fresh and welcome a new era of prosperity and liberty, the powers that be tried to distance themselves from Coruscant as much as they could. Than the First Order came and quickly took the glittering heart of the galaxy as its own once again. Now, with the Battle of Exagal having promptly defeated the tyrants, hope courses through the blood of Coruscant once more.

Hope, as they say, is a poor substitute for a plan.

Some emboldened citizens have taken to the streets and attacked the First Order oppressors and their supporters. Slight success has encouraged others and disparate factions, each proclaiming their own idealistic flavor. The city-planet has descended into chaos and open war. Who will become victorious in the end, and what that victory will have cost, is anyone's guess.

Among the rebels, is a whisper. The people of Coruscant today cannot continue to be blamed for the actions of Coruscant a half century ago, and they will not allow themselves to be ignored, or forgotten.

The Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer Tempest emerged from hyperspce and began its inexorable approach to Coruscant. Final Order TIE sf/o and sf/f fighters immediately began launching attacks as Resistance fighters and warships, taken completely off-guard tried to bring themselves around to meet this threat but they faced withering fire from Tempest which forced them to withdraw.

A squadron of red and black TIEs with triangular wings launched as escort for two troop transports which started in towards the bright lights of the world-spanning city. On board each troop carrier were 20 red-clad soldiers with weapons at the ready. They didn't move save in reaction to the motion of the carrier. They didn't talk. All save one.

"Remember your training. We advance under cover of fire from the carrier and the TIE Daggers. Jump troops will get to high ground whilst the rest of us move and fire. Always remember: move and fire. Use cover. The troops the Resistance traitors have pinned down are to the East of where we're landing. We land west of them. We shall catch the Resistance in the middle and crush them to the last. We'll form up and with the Final Order troops we're relieving and take back this sector."

She stood still as she talked-red armour gleaming in the dim light of the carrier. The insignia of the Sith Eternal was etched in gold on the left side of the chest plate as was the mark that indicated she was a Lieutenant. Her ST-W48 blaster was locked to her left thigh as she gave orders. "Set the FWMB-10Bs up at opposing corners to catch our enemies in their crossfire. Watch your spacing, everyone and be quick to move and listen for orders from your fire-team leaders. Remember that we are the 5th Revan! For Exegol and FOR THE EMPEROR!"

The answering shout was almost deafening but the young Lt. smiled in her concealing helmet. The troops of the Final Order were out for blood and instead of grief at the stunning losses they suffered at Exegol, they were furious. Coruscant would run crimson with the blood of the Resistance tonight.

The lights in the transport changed colour as the turbulence increased. They could all feel the guns begin to fire and knew their turn was coming. "20 seconds," the Lt. called out and pulled her blaster off. And then they touched ground with a jarring motion, the ramp dropped and she lead her troops down and into the Coruscant night, blasters spitting deadly fire as TIE Daggers gave them aerial support.
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Once the support touched down, the Rebel firing had stopped. TIEs made a last pass at where the last location they had been at, but beyond that, there wasn't a clue. The streets of Coruscant, normally the most populous, dense planet in the Galaxy, didn't have a single soul walking the streets.

This was the Rebel way. It had always been the Rebel way. They couldn't survive in a one to one fight, and they knew it. They would tuck tail and run as soon as the odds turned poorly. This time, it would be different. The enemy wouldn't be in the attire of the Rebel Alliance, or Grand Army of the New Republic. These were seemingly normal people, indistinct from any other citizen on the street. These cowards would hide in that anonymity for as long as they could.

Battle scars on a nearby apartment building showed where some of the fighting had recently been. With the lights on, there were still people inside. Soldier or civilian, nobody was ready to run outside tonight.