"To criticize the Jedi Order's involvement in the Republic is to misunderstand what it means to be a Jedi. A Jedi seeks justice. A Jedi believes in moral righteousness, fairness, and equality for all, and to make this possible for everyone, we must be diplomats and negotiators as well as teachers and spiritual leaders. When all issues are political issues, to be a Jedi is by necessity a political act." - Olmi Brespin, from Collected Wisdom of the Jedi Masters

Frank looked straight at Joe and said, "Wait a second. You're in the Rebellion?" Joe nodded. "Do you know Andy Hurley?"

"Yeah, he's one of my friends," Joe said. He then gave Frank a suspicious look. "How do you know about Andy?"

"Someone told me that he was offering a hundred thousand credits to anyone with information on the Empire," he said. "And Gerard and I..."

"We have some information Andy might be interested in," Gerard finished.

Joe considered this for a moment and then said, "I'll take you to him. Follow me."

Frank, Gerard, Mikey, Ray, Pete, and Patrick all followed Joe into the heart of the city. As they walked, Frank asked Joe more questions, desperate to know more about the Truwel Rebellion.

"So how many people are in the Rebellion?" Frank asked.

"About half of Truwel City," Joe answered.

"Half the city?!" Frank exclaimed.

"Plus, we've got some agents in other cities. We're trying to expand to other planets in the Outer Rim too..."

"Then how come nobody would tell me about it?"

"We're not supposed to tell outsiders about the Rebellion. You never know who you can trust these days."

"You told Ray and Patrick," Frank pointed out.

"The one with the hat and the glasses...that's Patrick, right?" Joe said. Patrick nodded. "He's a Jedi. I know he won't tell the Empire about us, and he seems to trust you guys as well."

"Why do you trust the Jedi?"

"They've been wronged by the Empire, just like we have."

"What did the Empire do to you?"

Joe sighed. "The Republic always left our planet alone. For centuries, we governed ourselves, and for centuries, there was peace on Truwel. Then, when the Empire came into power, they decided that they wanted the resources on our planet. They want to take over Truwel, turn our forests into farmland, mine for rare elements, build weapons factories in our cities. They've already attacked Truwel twice, and they're almost certainly coming back. That's why we started a rebellion against the Empire. We have to protect our planet."

"That's awful," Frank said. He knew firsthand that the Republic hadn't been kind to the Outer Rim planets, but it seemed like the Empire was somehow even worse.

"Yeah," Joe said. "I just hope Andy's plans work."

"Me too," Frank said.

"Truwel's such a nice planet," Ray added. "It deserves to be free."

Frank nodded. "So Joe, what's your job in the Rebellion?"

"You don't need to constantly ask him about the Truwel Rebellion," Mikey grumbled.

"It's okay - I don't mind. It's not often that I get a chance to tell people about what we're doing," Joe said. "Anyways, I'm a pilot."

"That's neat," Frank said. "I'm a pilot too."

"I thought you were a 'freelance trader,'" Gerard said.

"I thought you were Fun Ghoul," Pete said.

"Holy smokes," Patrick said. "We've been working with Fun Ghoul this whole time?"

"You didn't know?" Pete said.

"Nobody ever told me," Patrick said.

"I thought you'd figured it out."

"Frank doesn't look anything like he does in the posters."

"To be fair, after I saw you in True Clone Wars Adventures, I thought you'd be a lot taller," Gerard said to Patrick.

"Do you have to mention True Clone Wars Adventures every five seconds?" Mikey said.

"It's a really good comic book series!"

All of a sudden, the seven of them entered a small, dimly lit building. Frank looked around, but there wasn't much to see. If he'd seen this building on the street, he probably would have passed it by. It was just as nondescript on the inside as it was on the outside, but as they headed down a long hallway, Frank heard the thumping of a bass drum and the rattling of a snare. Joe went toward the source of the sound, and the others followed him.

Joe opened a door, and when they went inside, they saw a tough-looking, tattooed man in his mid-twenties banging on a drum kit. Patrick stepped away, looking a little bit intimidated, but when Andy put down his drumsticks and opened his mouth, it was clear that despite his menacing appearance, he wouldn't hurt a fly.

"Hi Joe," he said. "It's good to see you. What's going on?"

"These six wanted to see you," Joe said, gesturing toward his companions. "I don't know much about them, but they say they can help the Rebellion."

"Specifically, we wanted you to see this," Gerard said. He searched through his pockets, found the data pod, and held it up into the air.

"What is it?" Andy asked.

"It's a data pod, and it's filled with information I stole from the Empire when I was working for them," Gerard explained. Andy looked intrigued, so Gerard asked, "Do you have something to read this with?"

"There's a data reader in the other room," Andy said. He got up from behind the drum set and headed out of the room, and the others followed him.

After hearing about Andy Hurley and his rebellion ever since the Empire took power, Frank was a little underwhelmed. He'd pictured a fearsome warrior leading the Truwel Rebellion, but instead, Andy was a short, soft-spoken young man, albeit one with a seething hatred for the Empire coursing through his veins.

As Andy took the pod and inserted it into the data reader, Frank glanced at Gerard and smiled. The two of them were about to be rich. It was so close he could taste it. Frank thought about what he'd do once he had his share of the reward. He would send some money back to his parents, of course, but he wasn't sure what he'd do after that. He could upgrade his ship, get another tattoo, buy some puppies, but none of that was what mattered to him anymore. He wanted something more. He wanted Gerard.

Andy looked over the information on Gerard's data pod, and his jaw dropped when he saw the Empire's plans for the surviving Jedi. "They're going to kill them all," he said. "Not just the Jedi, but anyone who's Force-sensitive." He paused and then said, "I knew the Empire was bad, but this is worse than I thought. This isn't justice or revenge. It's genocide."

Gerard nodded gravely. "It's why I left my job," he said. "I can't stand by when innocent people are suffering."

"Do you know anything else about this Inquisitorius?" Andy asked. Gerard shook his head, but Pete chimed in.

"Patrick and I fought one of the Inquisitors," he said. "His name is Brendon Urie, but he calls himself the Fourth Brother now. He's working under a Sith Lord named Darth Vader."

"Darth Vader," Andy said as he added that information to the file. "I've heard that name before, but nobody I've talked to seems to know anything about him."

Frank looked around, but everyone else seemed as clueless about Darth Vader as he was. He'd always believed in knowing the enemy, but there was so much about the Empire and the Sith Order that was still a total mystery.

Andy dug around in a drawer, and he handed Gerard a huge stack of credit chips. "Thank you for giving the data pod to us," he said. "You've helped the Rebellion a lot."

"No, thank you," Gerard said. "The work you're doing to take down the Empire is incredible."

Andy smiled, but that smile disappeared when he looked back at the data reader. "There's a list of surviving Jedi here," he said.

"It's not complete, of course," Gerard said.

"Right, because Patrick and I are still here," Pete said.

"There could be other survivors as well," Patrick told Andy as Pete stole his hat and put it on. When Patrick realized what had happened, he shouted, "Pete! Give that back!"

As Patrick tried to get his hat back, Andy said, "The Inquisitorius is probably using this as a hit list as we speak, but we can fight back."

"How?" Frank asked.

"We can figure out where the surviving Jedi are and protect them from the Inquisitorius. We can make sure they stay hidden from the Empire," Andy said. "Now that I think about it, we could use your guys' help. With two Jedi..."

"Three, actually," Pete said.

"I'm not a Jedi!" Mikey exclaimed.

"You're close enough."

"...you could make a huge difference in the fight against the Empire," Andy continued.

All of a sudden, he looked toward all six of them: Pete, Patrick, Mikey, Ray, Gerard, and Frank. "Will you do it?" he asked. "Will you join the Rebellion?"