Daric LaRone was an Imperial Stormtrooper along with his buddy, Saberan Marcross. Korlo Brightwater was a Scout Trooper, Taxtro Grave was a Sniper, and Joak Quiller was a Stormtrooper Pilot. These five troopers worked together, but there was something a touch different about them.

They were deserters.

LaRone killed an ISB officer in self defense after an operation on Teardrop where they were forced to murder civilians. Drelfin was on LaRone, saying how he missed the civilians on purpose and was not loyal to the Empire. LaRone killed the Major in front of Brightwater, Quiller, Grave, and Marcross, and the five troopers left in an ISB modified Suwantek TL-1800, deemed the Gillia.

After fleeing to the Outer Rim, the 'Hand of Judgment' fought for justice around the galaxy. Inside their 'borrowed', as Brightwater had called it, Suwantek, they had tons of fake ID's, Two speeders for Brightwater, stormtrooper armer, a room full of BlasTech-E11's, and more than the troopers could ever need to make it.

After they had taken a swoop gang off some farmers, that were actually Rebels, the five headed out again.

"Any injuries?" LaRone asked as Quiller flew them through the Outer Rim.

"Brightwater shook his head. "Only to my speeder bike."

Quiller spoke from the piolt's seat, "I'm all good. Not even a burn mark."

Grave was next. "All good, LaRone. How about you, Marcross?"

"Good as ever."

LaRone nodded as he listened to the reports from the other four. "Good," He said. "Where to now, Quiller?"

Quiller made a noise somewhat like a laugh. "I have no idea. I was thinking maybe, I don't know. Somewhere low key. Tatooine?" He cruised the Gillia along, waiting for an answer.

Grave wiped sweat from his forhead. "Too hot there," he said. "How about Hoth? I like the cold."

Brightwater looked at Grave. "No! Not Hoth. I can'y fly my speeder there!" He nodded toward Quiller. "Tatooine is better."

LaRone looked at Marcross, who was unusually quiet. "You okay, Marcross? You look, tired..." LaRone looked at him, puzzled.

Marcross cleared his throat. "I am. LaRone, can I talk to you in private?" He looked at Larone who nodded, and they walked to the back quarters.

"What is it, Marcross?"

"LaRone, we need to vote a leader. Quarrelling over it gets us no where. They want what each of them want. Let's tell the others. I didn't wanna bring it up in there." He started walking off, and then stopped. "And I vote you."

"Leader?" LaRone whispered to himself. "Strange..." He shrugged it off and walked up behind Brightwater. "Okay, so Marcross thinks we should have a leader. Votes seem fair. Brightwater?"

The scout looked at LaRone and laughed before saying, "You, of course."

Grave was second. "LaRone."

Marcross had already put his vote in, and Quiller looked at the four men. "LaRone, you're stuck with it."

Brightwater laughed. "Glad it's not me. Okay, Daric LaRone, leader of Hand of Judgment, Tatooine sound good?" He looked at Grave who snorted, and LaRone nodded.

"Yeah. Low key. Very low key. Probably won't run into any ISB or Imps at all in that sand pile." He looked back at Grave. "You okay with it?"

Grave snorted again. "Sure. Won't run into Imps or ISB. Just Lord Vader himself. That's all. What do you say, Marcross?"

Marcross waved a hand at LaRone. "Whatever he does," he said calmly. Marcross always had a good head on his shoulders, no doubt. But he never got stirred up. EVER.

LaRone looked at his little 'army'. "Tatooine it is, boys. Tatooine."