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What was once a home to many of the galaxy's most famous Rebels, "freedom fighters," and the like, Corellia is now under complete Imperial occupation. The citizens have been subjugated, having been wiped of all thoughts of rebellion and insurgency. The iron first of the Imperium holds a tight grip upon the throat of the population.
Inside the limits of Coronet City, a small Imperial outpost provides an unflinching surveillance upon the bustling capital. Like clockwork, the garrison sends fireteams into the streets to remind the civilians of whose thumb they are under.
However, on this day, the Imperials are reminded to never be complacent, as the seeds of rebellion can be sowed in a moment's notice...
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LOCATION: Coronet City, Corellia
TIME: 0730, Local
As the last notes of reveille wafted through the air, the gates of Camp Alpha were raised; from them emerged a small squad of black armor-clad troopers, fully equipped. Their destination was the heart of the city, and the squad's pace set them to arrive along with the rising sun. Aptly named, Fireteam Sunrise was the first Imperial patrol to set foot outside the camp. What a prestigious honor...TIME: 0730, Local
At the head of Fireteam Sunrise was Sergeant Rasha Almeida; tall, handsome, and fair-skinned, but not like anyone could tell through the standard-issue armor of the 501st Legion. His armor shone under the early bright of the Corellian morning, not because it was newly issued (though that did play a factor in said shininess), but because the Non-commissioned Officer took pride in his appearance. Rasha's blaster rifle also kept a pristine look, being just as clean and taken care of as his armor. If the rifle was slated only to be used for show, might as well make it pretty.
Accompanying Rasha were three other troopers, who he only had the pleasure of meeting just before their departure: Corric Andara, Curtjer Scoiron, and Isaac Stover. Though the troopers were younger than the thirty-seven year old, both Andara and Stover held more experience in the 501st than Rasha. Scoiron was a new addition to the Legion, just like him; Rasha, however, was already a veteran within the Corps. He once held the rank of Lieutenant, but upon his admittance to the 501st, he was bumped down to Sergeant while he awaited his review. It would only take a few missions and a decent beginning to his record before he was back in the Officer club.
By the time Rasha had finished reminiscing about his early career, Sunrise had arrived on Main Street. The streets were already filled to capacity with commuters making their way to work; in the skies, above the domed buildings of Corellian architecture, speeders zoomed by with similar purpose. Rasha ordered the Fireteam to halt, and then opened the comms between them,"Spread out, keep a nice, even view of the street, and keep your fingers out of each other's asses," Rasha was a no-nonsense kind of guy, and no where near a morning person, "And keep your hands off the civvies, no matter how nasty of a look they give you." After closing his end of the line, he sighed. The morning was still young, and he already itched for a good bottle of scotch.