It had been years since the planet of Eiattu VI had been annexed into the folds of the Sith Empire. The rapid, unstoppable attack on the world by the Sith Order prompted the King's nigh-instant surrender. It was a move that had guaranteed his personal safety, but recently, the Princess of Eiattu had disappeared into Pyke custody, as well; the Royal Family's continued safety was not guaranteed.
Nor was it before the Sith invasion began. See, prior to the Sith's own attack, the world had been thrown into turmoil. In secret, across small encampments in Eiattu's mountains, forests, and jungles, the Eiattu People's Liberation Battalion (PLB) struggled against the monarchs of the world to redistribute wealth to the common folk. It was a cause the Communalist Party's external affairs committee had supported, in secret. Publicly, the party had to maintain its non-interventionist line; they were more than willing to offer arms, food, and logistical coordinating support to allied causes behind closed doors, though. The PLB had been, to that point, little more than an annoyance to the royal family - a fly that they could not precisely swat. When the Sith annexed the planet, the PLB was swelled by dissenters from the old regime; those who had been neutral to the royal family's gross indiscretions before became opponents of the new rule of a foreign power.
This complicated things for the Communalists. They had no interest in a war with the Sith, and with the growing bourgeois elements within the planet's resistance, they found little ideological cause around the new liberatory leadership. They severed ties completely, leaving the small, uncoordinated rebels alone in the forests of Eiattu. As a final sign of severance, the Communalists sent a deniable asset in the form of Abadalla Lex to the world. He would arrange the smuggling out remaining Communalists and cover up the extent of Communalist involvement in the planet's resistance movement. It had been months, now, since he arrived to the planet, credentialed as a migratory worker from a neutral, Corporate world. Months spent quietly laboring under the watchful eye of the Empire's police. Months spent studying the subtle signs of resistance: Communalist grafitti tags, holo-zine propaganda appearances, the occasional murder of a police officer or soldier from an unknown cause. Months spent taking secret trips to the woods of Eiattu, studying for signs of guerrilla resistance in the woods. Tunnel entrances, hidden treehouses, even small farmsteads at the edges of the forest; any could be home to his comrades.
Eventually, he had made contact. The few Communalists who had not been killed, captured, or left the planet were adamant that they would not leave the front, would not abandon their brothers-in-arms or their world. It was loyalty Abadalla could appreciate, but his own loyalties lied with the Party alone. This, though...complicated his mission. He decided to extend his stay to study and struggle with comrades, helping them to complete one last mission against the Royal Family and the Imperials before they would meet their inevitable retribution. A clandestine strike on the banks and ports of Eiattu's capital city. Micro-sized bombs would be delivered in secret in the dead of night, to send a message that the PLB was not yet dead.
While his comrades celebrated their secret plans, Abadalla felt nervousness. He feared it was too late, for he could sense the eyes of Imperial police already upon them...
He grit his teeth as he checked the time. It was near midnight. He looked out from halls of a tall apartment building to the dark streets of the capital city, where ground speeders full of troopers crawled past buildings in his quarter. He alerted his comrades that the most recent patrol had passed. It was nearly time to strike. All he could hope is that his compatriots would be successful.
Nor was it before the Sith invasion began. See, prior to the Sith's own attack, the world had been thrown into turmoil. In secret, across small encampments in Eiattu's mountains, forests, and jungles, the Eiattu People's Liberation Battalion (PLB) struggled against the monarchs of the world to redistribute wealth to the common folk. It was a cause the Communalist Party's external affairs committee had supported, in secret. Publicly, the party had to maintain its non-interventionist line; they were more than willing to offer arms, food, and logistical coordinating support to allied causes behind closed doors, though. The PLB had been, to that point, little more than an annoyance to the royal family - a fly that they could not precisely swat. When the Sith annexed the planet, the PLB was swelled by dissenters from the old regime; those who had been neutral to the royal family's gross indiscretions before became opponents of the new rule of a foreign power.
This complicated things for the Communalists. They had no interest in a war with the Sith, and with the growing bourgeois elements within the planet's resistance, they found little ideological cause around the new liberatory leadership. They severed ties completely, leaving the small, uncoordinated rebels alone in the forests of Eiattu. As a final sign of severance, the Communalists sent a deniable asset in the form of Abadalla Lex to the world. He would arrange the smuggling out remaining Communalists and cover up the extent of Communalist involvement in the planet's resistance movement. It had been months, now, since he arrived to the planet, credentialed as a migratory worker from a neutral, Corporate world. Months spent quietly laboring under the watchful eye of the Empire's police. Months spent studying the subtle signs of resistance: Communalist grafitti tags, holo-zine propaganda appearances, the occasional murder of a police officer or soldier from an unknown cause. Months spent taking secret trips to the woods of Eiattu, studying for signs of guerrilla resistance in the woods. Tunnel entrances, hidden treehouses, even small farmsteads at the edges of the forest; any could be home to his comrades.
Eventually, he had made contact. The few Communalists who had not been killed, captured, or left the planet were adamant that they would not leave the front, would not abandon their brothers-in-arms or their world. It was loyalty Abadalla could appreciate, but his own loyalties lied with the Party alone. This, though...complicated his mission. He decided to extend his stay to study and struggle with comrades, helping them to complete one last mission against the Royal Family and the Imperials before they would meet their inevitable retribution. A clandestine strike on the banks and ports of Eiattu's capital city. Micro-sized bombs would be delivered in secret in the dead of night, to send a message that the PLB was not yet dead.
While his comrades celebrated their secret plans, Abadalla felt nervousness. He feared it was too late, for he could sense the eyes of Imperial police already upon them...
He grit his teeth as he checked the time. It was near midnight. He looked out from halls of a tall apartment building to the dark streets of the capital city, where ground speeders full of troopers crawled past buildings in his quarter. He alerted his comrades that the most recent patrol had passed. It was nearly time to strike. All he could hope is that his compatriots would be successful.
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