A/N: Thanks for waiting guys! Here is my very, very delayed rewrite!

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WARS

The Starkiller Legacy

THE LAST JEDI

The FIRST ORDER reigns.

Having decimated the peaceful Republic, Supreme Leader Snoke now deploys his merciless legions to seize military control of the galaxy as a weakened and leaderless New republic Defense struggles to protect the remaining New Republic members.

Only General Leia Organa's band of RESISTANCE fighters stand against the rising tyranny, certain that Jedi Master Luke Skywalker will return and restore a spark of hope to the fight...

1

Regime of the First Order

A purple-ish planet with a blue hue slowly revolved in the galaxy's atmosphere. Strangle circles and lines could be seen on the dark side of the planet's surface; a sign of human life. It was a bustling planet, but on the outside, it was almost peaceful and serene.

The whoosh and sudden appearance of a Star Destroyer dropping out of hyperspace broke the silence. There was a scream of TIE Fighters as the small ships dropped from the Destroyer's hangar and the force descended upon the unsuspecting population.

Sirens blazed across Coruscant as a tall figure wearing nothing but a hood, brown flat helmet and simple leather boots and pants with a burnt orange breastplate made out of triple weaved rubber-plasm -something far to costly for a renegade- slipped in and out of the shadows. In one hand was a DL-17 blaster pistol, far too old fashioned for their time, and an F-11D rifle swung in a sling on their chest. They pulled out a small, black, cylindrical looking object and brought it to their mouth.

"Troopers headed your way, Korlacc," a low, female voice came from the helmet.

A gnarled alien growl was the reply on the comm.

The woman shifted and slipped the commlink back into her pocket, and barely had time to dive out of the way as a blast wave from a missile impact in the distance hit her. She turned in surprise as explosions erupted from the hulls of the ships in the shipyard. Gozanti-class military carriers, holding the urban model of AT-ATs, touched down and headed directly towards the city center. The woman could almost hear the screams of terror from the people as the AT-ATs cannons blasted buildings and trampled everything in their way.

"You need to get to the Ambassador now!" came a shout through her helmet.

"It's already that bad?" the woman asked through gritted teeth.

"You need to get to Kortu no -!" There was a crackle, a burst of blasterfire on the other end, and then a dead silence.

"Myri!" the woman shouted. "Myri!" She slumped, hopeless. "She's gone."

Standing up suddenly, the woman turned on her heel running towards the bridge that connected the landing to the council hall, where she knew the Ambassador resided. A loud blast and an impact that had enough force to knock a Bantha off its feet rattled the bridge as the woman rolled behind an upturned speeder. Looking up quickly, she saw to her chagrin, an AT-AT headed directly her way. She replaced her DL-17 into its holster on her hip and retracted the rifle from its carrier. There was only one way she was going to make it out of there and it was a damn hard one.

Setting her mouth straight, she rolled out of her position of cover, primed a thermal detonator and threw it at the AT-AT. It's head suddenly swiveled towards her as she turned tail and ran for her life. Blaster bolts rumbled the ground around her as she weaved back and forth through the debris, desperately trying to become as hard of a target as possible. She could see the end of the trail, could see the doors to the building. It was a matter of seconds before she was toast or rescuing the Ambassador.

Jumping over the last jagged end of debris, she backflipped, twisting in the air as she did so, aiming her rifle crosshairs at the slight bit of helmet she could she in the AT-AT's hull.

"Got you," she whispered as she pulled the trigger, watching the opposing blaster bolt come straight for her.

A massive explosion shook the air as the AT-AT exploded onto itself, bits and pieces of New Empire material falling to the ground. The woman was nowhere to be seen as the blaster bolt from the AT-AT's previous shot hit the ground where she had been, yet the doors of the council hall slid open as a flash of orange and brown slipped through.

"I'm in," she said as she took the stairs. Elevators were too slow, she had learned her lesson years ago.

Rounding a velvet hallway, somewhere much too fancy for someone like herself, she burst into the living quarters of Ambassador Korlacc.

"Ambassador!" she shouted, rushing in as she showed the symbol of the Resistance on her inner gauntlet before taking her helmet off, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman with thick, dirty blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Cuts and bruises on her face did little to mar her well-maintained skin, something that the Ambassador found off-putting about a renegade, but decided to put her trust in the woman after seeing the symbol of the Resistance. "My name is Isabeu Marek, I'm here to rescue you!"

Ambassador Korlacc was nothing like Isabeu imagined. The Ambassador was a small, tiny girl compared to her, but she exuded an air of power and elegance that every woman would wish to have. Her hair was neatly cut close to her hair, and she wore simple, dark red robes. She raised her hands as her guards slowly shifted, putting the safeties back onto their guns.

"Isabeu Marek," the Ambassador repeated. "I've heard of your family. What are you doing in such a place and state like this?"

Her eyebrow twitched in irritation. It was just like politicians to start small talk when they had no time. "I follow my own path." She grabbed the other woman's arm. "Now let's get you out of here!"

"It's a trap!" a man's voice came from her helmet. "Isabeu, there's no time!"

Both women made eye contact with each other as they assessed the scale of the report. Blaster bolts pummeled the door in seconds, as troopers entered the room. Isabeu pushed over a table and pushed the ambassador behind it but not before a bolt mortally hit her in the chest. Isabeu crouched under the upturned table as the ambassador's guards attempted to stave off the First Order attack.

"You and your men still have a chance to flee," she whispered, clutching her chest.

Isabeu examined the damage done to the ambassador as she hissed, inspecting the wound. "We're getting you out of here."

One of the ambassador's guards knelt by Isabeu, looking for direction as he recognized her strength and leadership.

"I'll generate a diversion," she told him. "Prepare for a rapid departure."

She unhooked a thermal detonator from her belt and threw it in the directions of the troopers.

"Take cover!" a mechanical female voice sounded as the blast knocked down several walls and collapsed part of the ceiling.

Isabeu's eyes flashed as she recognized that voice. Putting on her helmet, she peered from behind her cover.

Phasma!

"Hey you!" Isabeu shouted at a guard. Handing the prone ambassador to him, she motioned, "Get her out of here and keep her safe! My men will follow you in the sky and take her to a safe house!"

"We have Phasma on my ass over here," she grunted into her comm.

"Uh-oh," someone said.

"Uh-oh is the word for it," Isabeu muttered. "The ambassador's ship should be leaving soon from the tower."

"I've got eyes on it."

"Thanks, Quix."

Isabeu rushed out from her cover and made her way towards the landing pad, but not before Phasma's armored hand reached out from the wreckage and dragged her down. She struggled to free herself frantically, but only to drag Phasma free from under the rubble.

"Resistance scum," she spat as she stood to her full height, towering over Isabeu.

The renegade scrambled to her feet and launched herself at the chrome trooper, knowing her blaster bolts would be useless against the chromium. Phasma and Isabeu wrestled and fight hand to hand, trading shot for shot as each of their armor became battered by the minute. Isabeu managed to latch her hand under the chrome trooper's armor, and, using a blast from her wrist rockets, slammed Phasma into the wall, knocking off her helmet.

Something flashing caught her eye, and she rushed to pick it up as the trooper recovered. Shaking it a few times to reboot it, she saw the small holo orders of the First Order. They knew the location of the Resistance base. They knew where Leia Organa was.

There was a bang and Isabeu turned around in surprise, dropping the plan and breaking it.

A woman, looking a bit rough around the edges with watery blue eyes and short blonde hair stood in front of Isabeu, her lip bleeding profusely. Isabeu slowly got to her feet, shocked and amazed. It was an actual woman in front of her, not a manufactured robot as she had thought. There was pure anger in the other woman's face, an anger which Isabeu would never forget.

"You saw," Phasma whispered and ripped a pipe from the wall.

Isabeu raised her arms in defense, but before she could protest or speak, the captain hit her full in the face with hostile vengeance. Isabeu crumpled to the ground like a rag-doll, immediately knocked out. She grabbed the younger woman by the neck, examining her sleeping face before tossing her lifeless body to the side, watching her fall down the sheer side of the capitol building.

Spitting blood from her mouth, Phasma slowly put her helmet back on. "That was a good fight, Isabeu Marek, but there is no hope for what is coming. There is no hope for anyone."

Isabeu's limp body rushed through flights of stairs at an alarming speed, her body whipping through the air. Suddenly a small ship intercepted her body with a gravity holder, bringing her body safely into the ship. A large Trandoshan carried her body onto an empty cot, releasing her head from the helmet. A Twi'lek woman rushed to her side with medical supplies as the Trandoshan grumbled in worry.

"It'll be alright Wodie," she calmed him. "She just looks bad from the outside."

Isabeu gasped for breath as the Twi'lek began working on her wounds, surprising both aliens.

"The First Order, they know everything!" she wheezed, still trying to find her breath. "We need to alert Organa we need -!"

"Calm down," the Twi'lek set her arm on the woman's shoulder. "One word at a time. The ambassador is safe, she's on one of our other ships with Xayne."

The Trandoshan muttered something as a Zabrak woman joined them.

"Wodie is right," the Zabrak said. "Why do you care so much about this job? We're bounty hunters, not Resistance fighters."

"Because my brother is with them right now," Isabeu replied. "I need to get to Kento."