Part 31: Days 683-696: Bad Times in Corellia.
DAY 683: The Dark Days of the Corellian Campaign Begin.
: It's in the Corellian sector?
: Yes, Commander.
: And it's a standing structure?
: Well then I hardly think you need me to tell you what to do.
: This is going to be catastrophic in the long run, Commander.
: Do Jedi live forever, Luke?
: Not exactly, no.
: Then what're you so worried about?
: Our problem is to beat the Empire. The next generation can do the whole rebuilding thing.
: Mazur, take Freakshow there with you and go blow something up.
: OKAY! HAR HAR HAR!
: This is so irresponsible.
: Target Gone.
: Mine too, Commander.
: Sweet. One more refinery and we can move on.
: Doing good here on Vagran, too. They're almost about to declare for us.
: What good is Vagran?
: They're a production powerhouse, Meteor.
: Eight mines, three refineries, that's gonna be a lot of explosions!
: What? Commander, those will be working for us!
: For a little while, sure. Then when they start going back to the Empire, we scrap em.
: I don't understand, why would they go back to the Empire?
: Leia, when you see what I'm gonna do to this system, you'll understand.
: Just keep at it. It'll be fun.
: And there it goes! Last building in the system! Let's ditch this barren rock and hit Duros.
DAY 685: Doh.
: We've arrived, Commander. Twelve brigades of Wookiees with guns, as requested.
: Launch the assault on Coruscant! Let history judge us well for this!
: There is a small hiccup, Commander.
: What's that?
: Two shield generators prevent us from landing. We cannot assault.
: MOTHER F
: Good job, furry. Get ready with Crix, the remnants of the incoming fleet should arrive tomorrow.
: We'll send you a memento of the slaughter.
DAY 687: The Slaughter.
The odds were good.
Surrounded and out-gunned, this was pretty.
: I distinctly recall telling you to stop losing B-wings.
: Sometimes its happens.
: That's unaccepta...ah okay. I guess it's alright.
: I swear, the way you charm me it's like you're a Jedi.
: Lando's getting uncomfortable.
: I hate to break in here Commander...
: No, please do!
: We've won over Vagran.
: Prep the planet for auto-destruct when we pull out.
: Planetary bombardment?
: Fine. We'll just scrap everything when it looks like support's going south.
: One last note for the day, Commander. The latest ship out the pipe.
: How many assault frigates is that?
: I want a new one every twenty days. Put one on every system they control.
: We'll exterminate them like roaches after we cripple their industry.
: Fleet's arrived in Sluis Van.
: Assert some dominance.
DAY 691: The Weak-Ass Battle of Duros.
: Yes Commander, live holofeed coming in now.
: So, it's our anti-fighter cap ships versus a bunch of TIEs?
: Yes Commander.
: Over already, then.
DAY 692: The Weak-Ass Liberation of Bothawui.
: Our Sluis fleet's hit Bothawui. The Punisher is gone.
: Gone? So what've they got defending their garrison troops?
: Nothing, apparently.
: Nothing apparently, huh?
: Hit the button, Frank.
: Hit it again!
: And again! And again!
: There's nothing left Commander. In fact, our troops are securing the planet.
: And again!
: In fact, our work here has inspired Rebels on Praesitlyn to rise up.
: I'm still waiting for a compelling reason to not fire again.
: Hey look, a new prisoner!
: Yay, torture!
DAY 694: Duros Looks So Inviting.
: We've arrived at Duros, Commander.
: How's it look?
: Tough. At least three regiments, including some troops we've never fought against before.
: The shield generator renders bombardment ineffectual.
: Our only option is sabotage.
: Hop to it then.
: This is a large risk, Grand Admiral.
: Of course it is, Lord Vader. It's the only way to secure a large reward.
: The Dark Trooper project has been our greatest success.
: With you here to guide them, every step the Alliance takes here will be folly.
: In fact, it looks as though they're coming now.
: Ready the Dark Legion.
DAY 695: Complications Arise.
: We've gotten a message back from Roget, Commander.
: Play it.
: Dammit Roget, we can't afford to-
: -lose too...heh, heh, haha, ohhh hahahah! It died?! Oh man! That's...
: That's terrible?
: A little late, Commander.
: Smiling doesn't help either.
: Look, a new Corvette! This day just keeps getting better and better.
: Sarin, go rescue Roget. We can't let Duros turn into some kind of Quagmire.
: Do you intend to interrogate me? I've had resistance training.
: I don't believe there is such a thing. Have you ever met a Noghri?
: To them, torture is a form of art. Exquisite lattices of pain wrought over the body's frame.
: To answer your first question, no, interrogation is unnecessary.
: I already know your friends are coming to rescue you. I let your distress signal reach them.
: Tomorrow Commander Virgilio will arrive in force only to find the Dark Legion.
: Dark Legion?
: YOU RANG?
: Meteor will continue to fall into this trap, again and again.
: He'll never detect the tremendous force powers latent in these soldiers.
: And once we capture every leader he has, he'll have nothing left to fight with.
: Starships and industry he may have, but without Skywalker, without Mon Mothma, he will lose the heart of the Rebellion.
: Systems will turn on him, and look to us for mercy and decency.
: You're wrong, Thrawn. He'll never fall for your traps.
: Yeah, that qualifies as an oops. Hope Duros does better.
: Terrible news, Master Meteor!
: Uh oh.
: Send more people in, we have to rescue them.