Family. 

*pew!* *clang!* 

It's what drives many. 

*pew pew!* *clang clang!*

Some see their family as the light that guides them. 

*pew!* *clang!*

"That's enough. Good job." A clone in phase 2 Arc Trooper armor said, overlooking another in a similar phase 1 Arc Trooper armor. The phase 1 clicked the safety on the DC-15 before using the rangefinder on his helmet to look at the cans far away on fence posts. Or where they were. 

"Still cant get that two for one shot." He said. "Well, son, against Stormtroopers, a single hit will either knock em out, or kill em." The father said to his son. "And the security droids?" The son asked. "Droid poppers. They have the name for a reason." The father said. 

"Good thing we rigged them to be rechargeable." The son said. Suddenly, their comms beeped. "Oma, Y/n, we need to talk." A gravely voice said before the comms cut. "What does chief want?" Y/n asked. "Most likely a Gadstag that bucked a rider off, but keep the safety off." Oma said. 

The two then jumped onto a parked BARC speeder bike with a sidecar attached. Y/n cocked the sidecar's cannon before they sped off through dirt roads to a village in the distance. The cyan wheat fields surrounded the red dirt roads as a wall of scrap came into view. 

The speeder bike slowed down as it approached a gate split down the middle. Guard towers watched them before the gate opened, allowing them inside. They drove slowly as the residents of the town, clone troopers, mandalorians, and their children, went their own ways. 

They drove through the streets, noticing the slight ramp-up in guards. They drove up to town hall, the two story building having a LAAT parked on top. "Why barely ramp up guards if you're gonna have that out?" Y/n asked. "Must be keeping reserves." Oma theorized as they parked. 

They entered, only to be approached by a guard. "Come with me, the chief wants to talk." She said, turning and walking with the two in tow. They walked until coming upon a meeting room. The guard opened the door, ushering the two inside before shutting it behind them. 

Sitting at the end of the long table was the chief, a mandalorian decorated in full beskar armor. "Chief Rohar." Oma greeted, taking a seat. "Hello Oma. Y/n. I've called you both here today because we have some guests. Unwanted, and a passerby." Rohar explained, pulling out a white helmet. 

"The Empire." Oma said. "Yes. Oma, I need you to help with the preperations for a defensive. That passerby I mentioned needs transport to the refugee camp, and most of ours are down due to the light lockdown I initiated. I was wondering if Y/n might be able to take them. It's just one person." Rohar explained. 

"I can do it." Y/n said. "It's not just a simple trip, you'll have to spend the night at the camp. The lockdown will lift tomorrow. Are you sure?" Rohar asked. "Yes sir." Y/n answered. "They'll meet you outside." Rohar said. "Use the speeder. Don't do anything rash." Oma said. Y/n nodded before leaving the room. 

Oma kept looking at the door Y/n left through. "He'll be ok." Rohar reassured him. "I know. It's just, I have a bad feeling about this." Oma said. They then went back to discussing events as we go to Y/n. 

(Your POV) 

"You ready?" I asked the stranger in robes. They nodded, and so we set off. I made sure the cannon was disabled before we left town. It was a boring drive, the cyan wheat fields making the drive no more enjoyable than fighting a wookie. And trust me, a wookie can die permamently. 

"Shanti! Shanti!" The stranger broke me from my thoughts. I looked to see him pointing at a plume of smoke in the distance. "Kriff!" I let out a cuss as I sped up. The destroyed and burning refugee camp grew bigger and bigger as we got closer. 

The speeder skid to a stop as I hopped off, blaster rifle drawn. The stranger whimpered as he got off. I scanned my surroundings, noticing a slight click from behind me. I rolled to the side, doging a few blasts as I fired back, hitting the stranger. He fell dead, a noticable sidearm in his hand. 

"An RK-3. Imperial scum." I said to myself. I then heard the sounds of blaster fire. I took off, rifle in hand. As I ran, I passed the bodies of people shot, burned, and some blown up. My hate grew by the second as I ran to the noise. I turned the corner onto another street, and saw a blockcade. 

Crates, speeders, scrap, it was made in a hurry, and had a big hole in the middle. I ran up and stuck to the side of the hole. I peeked over, seeing the situation in a courtyard. A few refugees hid behind some crates as a familiar protocal droid weilding a Z-6 Rotary Cannon defended them alongside reprogrammed battle droids. 

Stormtroopers took cover behind crates, firing back. I jumped out, nailing a stormtrooper in the head. "Clone ally on the field! Watch your fire!" RA-7274 ordered as he continued letting out a hailstorm of fire. I jumped up upon a crate, nailing two more stormtroopers. 

"Get some zechtoids!" I insulted as I shot. "Wait wait wa- AAAA!" The stormtrooper sergeant ordered before getting gunned down by RA. I then scanned the area before lowering my blaster. "RA! Are you and the others ok?" I asked as he approached. 

"Physically, the damage is minor, but the survivors will be traumatized." He said as we looked at the refugees. "Are there any more?" I asked. "No. Our position is comprimised, but we dont have any ships to leave in." RA explained. "What about the ships they came in?" I asked, nodding to the stormtroopers. 

"Maybe. However, if they found out about here, then your settlement may be under attack." RA explained. "I would've receved a transmission. Plus, it's all on lockdown. Nobody gets in or out until tomorrow." I explained. "Understood. For now, lets focus on those ships." RA said, getting a nod from me. 

I jumped onto a crate, onto another, then onto a roof. "Wait for my signal." I said. "Will do kid." RA responded. I saw the top wing of an imperial shuttle, and headed that way. I stuck to the roofs all the way, almost falling off a few times. 

I stood atop a roof at the edge of camp, using my rangefinder to view the situation. A single Imperial shuttle, two stormtroopers standing guard, and a line of executed refugees. Bastards. I leveled my blaster and shot. 

*Pew pew!* *Thud Thud.* 

"Hey! What's going on out there?!" A voice said from inside the shuttle. I switched modes and shot the person that came out. The pilot fell down, electricity knocking him out. I pointed my rifle up and fired twice. 

By the time the others came, I already had the pilot tied up with grapple lines from the stormtroopers. "Shuttle's clear. I disabled the locater, and got this guy to teach you how to fly. If he wakes up fast enough." I explained, kicking his leg slightly. 

"Thank you Y/n. We'll stop by the old outpost. Do you wish to come with us?" RA asked. "Sure. Let me get my bike." I said, walking away as the sun set. Father, please be okay. 

(1253 Words. Also, hope you like the first chapter! I rewrote some parts way to many times. Also, this story is the first one in Star Wars: Smugverse, my attempt at a unified universe.)