Beyond - Legends They Rebelled - [Part II: Mon Mothma conducts a dedication to Rogue One]

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  1. madman007

    madman007 Jedi Master star 4

    Aug 22, 2007
    Saw Rogue One and was impressed. Came up with a tie in with the EU as we know it. See what you think so far. Part 2 will be coming soon.
    They Rebelled
    Summary: 19/20 ABY - A few months after the signing of the Pellaeon-Gavrisom Treaty, Admiral Pellaeon pays Mon Mothma a visit to present her with a gift that will honor a certain group of rebels on a secret mission to infiltrate Scarif twenty years ago in order to steal plans of the Death Star.



    She cherished it now.

    There was a length of time several decades ago when silence was a hot commodity for her. Forming a rebellion and maintaining it over the course of those decades was internally and externally deafening. The price for becoming a figure of peace was the lack of peace.

    Now was different. Her illness would eventually give her the ultimate reward of endless silence.

    Mon Mothma sat in a chair of her living room in her apartment on Chandrila. She weakly reached for the glass of water on the nearby table, hoping it wouldn’t slip out of her hands this time. It didn’t. She silently celebrated as she took a sip and returned it to the table. She was waiting for her guest who had just announced his visit on the night before. Earlier that morning, she had her handmaiden help her out of her everyday gown and into something more elegant. It wasn’t until she looked into the reflector that the tunic recalled a fashion from the Old Republic. A rather fitting nod to the past for her guest.

    The front door eventually chimed and her protocol droid, BT-3O, answered it. She could hear it’s high-pitched female voice being joined by a deeper human male voice in greeting. The silver droid entered the living room followed by their guest, Admiral Gilad Pellaeon.

    It was strange to see the white-haired Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet out of uniform and in a drab brown civilian tunic. She had not had many meetings with him over the years, even after the Bastion Accords signing. She was still only used to seeing him in his immaculate white Grand Admiral attire. Mon Mothma addressed him. “Admiral.”

    “Please,” he boomed in his gruff voice, “I am not here on official business. Plus, I’m not in uniform. Nothing for show today. Call me Gilad. A pleasure, Mon Mothma.” He gave her a nod of greeting.

    She smiled in admiration, “Of course. Gilad. Though, I believe in each of our positions, any fashion we wear could be considered uniforms.”

    “You may have a point.”

    BeeTee injected, “Sir, would you like any refreshments?”

    “No, thank you.”

    The droid turned to Mon Mothma. “Miss, I must remind you of your pills to take in 1.45 hours.”

    “Thanks, BeeTee. I have them right here by my water. You’re dismissed.”

    “Very well, Mistress Mothma.” The droid left the room.

    She addressed Gilad again. “Please, sit down.” As he sat in the chair opposite of her own, she said, “Pardon me if I don’t rise to greet you. I’m afraid that may take too much of your time.”


    “Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your sudden company in this secret meeting?”

    Pellaeon smiled in admiration of her. Straight and to the point. Much like himself. He then began with “First, I wanted to see how you were feeling these days.”

    “I feel sick at hearing that question repeated to me everyday.”

    He chuckled. “Of course. I apologize. When we last spoke at the Bastion Accords signing, you seemed especially weak. Weaker than usual, if I may say.”

    “You may. And the weakness is a byproduct of the disease. Space travel for me isn’t as easy as it once was.”

    “I can imagine. I understand you sustained additional stress at Luke and Mara Jade’s wedding earlier this year. A skirmish, I heard.”

    “Yes. Imperial zealots. You remember those. No offense.”

    “None taken. I will be the first to admit there are those in the galaxy who disagree with the Imperial’s peaceful alignment with the New Republic. As unpredictable as your Senate can be, the Imperial Remnant became more erratic every year since Endor. Unfortunately, the common public cannot see firsthand the deterioration of their own government while it’s happening. Though, I suspect that is more true within the Rebellion than the Empire. In the Empire’s history, we have only employed soldiers and officers from within. Almost never did we recruit from outside the Empire’s circle. Even the Academy on Carida was highly selective.”

    Gilad took a pause before he continued. “On the contrary, your Rebellion admitted more of the common folk of any system you were in. Of course, that included thieves, smugglers, and even defectors from the Empire.”

    Mon Mothma used his pause to say, “I don’t mean to be rude, Gilad, but will you be getting to a point anytime soon?”

    He nodded. “Yes, of course. As I told you at the signing, your presence there was an honor. I wanted to add to that here. The fact that you were there at the signing of the peace treaty between the Empire and the New Republic was necessary. Symbolic. I was so glad you were able to attend, knowing what you are going through right now. I wanted to express my gratitude in the form of some type gift as a token of my respect to you over the years. I had not wanted to choose any trinket or jewel that had no meaning. So I was hard pressed into finding one.”

    “Gilad, you don’t need to. You have already shown your worth to me and the New Republic with your willingness to compromise the Treaty. We know how hard that must have been within the Remnant.”

    “Thank you. Nevertheless, I felt the need to anyway.” He paused longer as if he were struggling for words. He finally stated, “A few days ago, one of our archive historians on Bastion found something interesting. He was innocently searching for events twenty years past the Battle Of Yavin. He made quite a discovery. Rare footage and images from another battle that occurred merely days before Yavin.” He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out an old datapad and set it on the table beside her water.

    She stared at it with confusion. “I’m afraid I don’t recall a major battle before Yavin, Gilad.”

    “Not a major battle by any means. And one that you did not authorize, apparently. The..members of the Rebellion acted on their own. You could say they went...rogue.”

    A sudden gasp of air was taken into her chest. The word that instigated a memory she thought was long lost. Rogue One. How long had she not spoken the phrase in context. She then uttered, “The Battle on Scarif.” She quickly reached for her water again and it almost slipped out of her had as she feared. Gilad leapt to catch the glass and then handed it to her.

    “I trust you haven’t thought of them in quite a while.”

    She drank a quick gulp and set the glass back down. “I’m embarrassed to admit that I haven’t.”

    “Well, to your credit it was a secret mission. One that you hid well off the books. Clever plan.”

    “It wasn’t mine. It was theirs altogether.” She looked down at the old fashioned datapad. Now that she knew its origin, she noticed it was one from that era twenty years ago. She then asked Gilad, “How much information is on there?”

    “Not much, really. Mostly footage from AT-STs and base cams. There are damage assessments, security breech reports, and basic data. But there are small profiles of those Rebels involved. Nothing extensive, mind you, but enough to see. And remember. There was an Imperial pilot, Bodhi Rook, who defected to the Rebellion. Also an Imperial K-2 security droid that had been reprogrammed somehow. One of the best Rebellion spies, Cassian Andor, was involved. And I found it ironic that their leader was the daughter of one of the main designers of the Death Star itself.”

    Mon Mothma smiled as she recalled another long lost memory. An image of a young girl. Dark of hair with hard determination in her eyes. Once a name popped into her head, she uttered it. “Jyn Erso.”

    “Your memory serves you well.”

    “Hardly, I’m afraid. It took your mention of them to remind me. Over the years, the means of how we obtained the Death Star plans were reduced to rumors. They were only known as rebels on a secret mission.”

    “Sometimes a secret mission becomes too secret.”

    “Perhaps. I’m almost ashamed that I had forgotten them. The events that occurred over the past few decades went by in rapid succession. We were never given the chance to set the record straight.”

    “Perhaps you can now,” he said looking down at the datapad. “As a gesture of good faith and hope, I present to you this gift of a missing piece of Rebellion history.”

    “Whatever will I do with such information?”

    “That, my dear, is up to you.”

    She leaned over to reach and pick up the datapad. As if by magic, or perhaps the Force itself, more memories flowed through her head. She suddenly remembered her first meeting with Jyn Erso. Her mixture of arrogance and grace was uncommon for a woman of that era. She suspected it was how Mara Jade had acted in her youth. She remembered the endless loyalty of Captain Andor. He had been fighting for the Rebellion at such a young age that grew a sense of altered morality. Unfortunately, she hadn’t known the rest of the crew of Rogue One well. Many of them were added after the destruction of Jedha. There wasn’t time to know them. Now she had nothing but time. The galaxy should know and remember their sacrifice. Methods of honoring them came rushing at her in a flood of ideas. She continued to hold the datapad as an ancient relic.

    She then said to the Admiral, “Thank you, Gilad. I know just what to do.


    Part 2 coming soon.
  2. AzureAngel2

    AzureAngel2 Chosen One star 6

    Jun 14, 2005
    Actually, I was listening to "You want it darker" from Cohen for the third time when I found this story. What an incredible coincidence! in a row while I was reading this.

    Thanks for linking the official Disney canon and the old EU this way! @};-

    This was a very dignified and thoughtful story.

    I hope Mon Monthma makes the right decision.

    And thanks for the Cyril Connolly quote. That helped me a big deal!
  3. Jax Nova

    Jax Nova Jedi Knight star 2

    Jan 22, 2014
    Very nicely written. :) Thanks for sharing the piece.
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  4. brodiew

    brodiew Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Oct 11, 2005
    Nicely done, madman007! I love the characters you used, the style of the meeting. Palleon! Love that guy. I also really like Mon Mothma's initial reaction to the word 'rogue'. Cant wait for part two.

    You did an excellent job of making it seem like a historical event when we are experiencing it as something new.
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  5. madman007

    madman007 Jedi Master star 4

    Aug 22, 2007
    Thanks to all who liked and replied to this little story. Here is the 2nd and last part. I may have gone over the top with the dedications, but maybe not. You decide. And as I always say, enjoy and review as you see fit!
    They Rebelled
    Part 2
    Yavin IV: Former Rebel base - Two standard months later

    The venue was perfect.

    It took Mon Mothma an effort to convince Master Luke Skywalker and his students to suspend their lessons for a day in order to hold the occasion. Of course, when she mentioned the reason for the celebration, Luke could not argue. Neither could Leia. Both of them were present here in different capacities twenty years ago. They each completed the mission for which Rogue One had died for.

    She looked around at the vast area of the ancient Massassi temple. Apart from the thousand or so in attendance, the place was empty. Yet, her mind supplied the image of several X-Wing, Y-Wing, and A-Wing fighters lying dormant, waiting for a battle that was soon to come. A battle that would change the galaxy’s history. The Rebellion had numerous bases in the years before this battle. But this was the place where the Rebellion truly began.

    And it started here with the rescue of Jyn Erso after her Imperial arrest.

    Mon Mothma looked down at her small datapad she held in her hand and the words of her speech. She knew the speech, having written it herself. The device was only there in case she became too weak to remember it. She wouldn’t forget this time. For as long as she had left to live she would never forget them.

    Leia Organa Solo started up the small stage with a temporary podium and called for all to take their seats. Everyone complied. Still after all these years, Leia had that same commanding presence mixed with grace. More than once did Mon Mothma believe that Bail would have been proud of her. She spoke to the crowd through the amplifier.

    “Thanks to all of you for coming to this special occasion. It is an honor to be back here. Twenty years ago today. It was here in this temple where we dissected the plans for the Death Star in order to find its weakness.” Leia gestured to the elderly gentleman who was seated beside Mara Jade Skywalker and said, “With the help from the then General Dodonna, we found the weakness. And my brother sitting here now famously executed that destruction.” She could hear the sound of her husband’s throat clearing and she smiled. “With the help of my future husband, Han Solo, and his co-pilot, Chewbacca.” The Wookie gave a small roar of acknowledgement.

    She continued. “The rest as they say is history.” She paused for effect and asked, “But how did we obtain those plans? We were only told that it was Rebels who stole them on a secret mission. The details of that mission have never been disclosed. Until now.

    “Citizens and members of the New Republic, it is my honor to introduce the woman who began the Rebellion from its beginning. She is here to finally speak about that secret mission on its twenty year anniversary." Before Leia even stepped away from the podium, the crowd roared with applause as they stood for the figure of the Rebellion. Mon Mothma practiced her walk to the podium so she could gain enough strength to do so without stopping or falling. She reached the podium as the crowd continued their deafening praise for her. She sat the datapad on the podium and gazed up at them. She felt a sense of honor not for herself, but for those who could not be there with her and struggled to keep the Rebellion alive along her side. Perhaps they did feel the honor through their spirits in the Force. The applause and cheers continued to cascade over her thoughts. She bowed her head in acknowledgement and then signaled for them to sit and listen. One by one they ceased their cheers and returned to their seats.

    She paused to catch her breath before beginning the long speech she was about to give. She dismissed the weakness, for this was a speech that should have been said twenty years ago.

    “Thank you for that reception. I don’t normally conduct these type of events in the recent years of my illness. But I considered I would make an exception in this case.” She paused and continued. “It has been over forty years since the genesis of what would be known as the Rebellion began. It started out as a simple petition to reduce the power of then Chancellor Palpatine. The Delegation of 2000, we called ourselves. It was instigated by Senators Padme Amidala and Bail Organa.” She looked down at Luke and Leia. “You can sense how well that petition went over with Palpatine. Through the years the small Rebellion became the Rebel Alliance. A separate and secret military made up of common citizens of various worlds in the galaxy who yearned for a life that wasn’t in control of the Empire.

    “We had small victories over the years. And many failures. I prefer to think of them as lessons. One lesson we hadn’t learned was to not act like a military. We included former soldiers and spies from various worlds. They made too many hard compromises. Ones that lost lives. Not long before the Battle of Yavin, we had seemed to lose our way and meaning.” She paused to catch her breath from talking, though it was perceived as a dramatic effect. “Until a young renegade thief reminded us of what the Rebellion was about. Hope.”

    “I was there when they brought in Jyn Erso from our rescue of her while she was incarcerated at an Imperial prison camp on Wobani. She had a long list of crimes for a young woman of twenty-two years of age. Theft of Imperial weaponry, destruction of Imperial property, forgery of Imperial documents, assault on Imperial personnel. If you hadn’t guessed the common theme of her crimes, they were all committed against the Empire. It wasn’t until very recently while reviewing her old data, that I remembered when she stood not far from this very spot. Her crimes were recited back at her. When asked to give a response to these crimes, she simply stated, ‘This is the Rebellion, isn’t it? I rebel.’

    After a few murmurs of chuckles from the crowd, Mon Mothma went on. “An ironic aspect of Jyn Erso’s involvement with the Rebellion was that her father, Galen Erso, was one of the main designers of the Death Star itself. We sent her on a mission to contact her father in the hopes of reasoning with him. She was convinced that her father had worked on the Death Star under coercion. We had no proof, but Jyn had her own parental proof. She knew her father was not capable of creating a weapon of such mass destruction out of free will. Nevertheless, the mission ended with the death of Galen Erso.”

    She took a sip of water that was on the podium for her and continued. “Jyn had claimed that she received a holographic message to her from her father. It seemed that he placed a specific flaw into the station, unbeknownst to his superiors. A flaw that we discovered here once we analyzed the schematics of the Death Star. Was the thermal exhaust port put there on purpose? We will never know. But Jyn did. She had faith in her father. She proposed a mission to steal the plans of the Death Star that were on Scarif. None of us wanted that great of a risk over fear of destroying the Rebellion. I’m sure many of those here who were there at the time remember thinking how could a small band of freedom fighters with no experience go up against an Imperial weapon that could obliterate whole planets. But Jyn tried to convince us, not that it could be done easily, but that it had to be done out of necessity. She used the one word that started the Rebellion in the first place. Hope.”

    “I understood that more than anyone in the room. Yet, I still could not approve the mission. The fear of defeat was too strong.” She paused for a breath. “Now, as the students here at the Jedi Academy and anyone who speaks with Master Jedi Luke Skywalker can tell you, fear is the path to the Dark Side of the Force. I’m not sure if Jyn believed in the Force, yet she did tell me about her kyber crystal necklace that was given to her by her mother. She did teach us that whether we attempted the mission and failed or simply did nothing, we would still be subject to the same darkness of the Empire. But everyone, including myself, chose to do nothing. I cannot tell you how much I regretted that decision. It was not meant to be. At least, not with my authorization.”

    “Luckily, there was a small group of those who agreed with Jyn Erso. They decided to proceed with the mission anyway. One of the crew was an Imperial defector. Bodhi Rook, a pilot. They stole an Imperial shuttle and began to take off unannounced. When the flight commander demanded their call sign, Rook made one up on the spot. Rogue One. Looking back, I realize that there was no name more fitting for the members of that crew. They succeeded in transmitting the data that supplied the plans for the Death Star. It cost them their lives. None of the crew survived. The plans were eventually brought here to the base. Their mission was accomplished with their deaths. And, as Leia said earlier, the rest is history.”

    More applause came before she took the moment to take another sip of her water. When she finished, the crowd took the cue to cease their applause. She continued further. “History went on for the Rebellion, but the memory of how we stole those plans disappeared in rumors. Because Rogue One acted on their own, not much of their acts are on official record. A few months ago, Commander of the Imperial Fleet Pellaeon, rediscovered old archives on the Battle on Scarif. What has been a secret mission for twenty years is now to be public knowledge for the galaxy. We shall now know and remember the sacrifices of Rogue One.” More quick applause. Once it subsided, she said, “And always remember this: If Jyn Erso and Captain Adan had followed my orders to not proceed with the mission to steal the Death Star plans, if they also chose to do nothing, we may not be standing here together as the New Republic today. There may not have been a Bastion Accords.” Under her words, more applause rose. She strained to raise the volume of her voice despite the amplifier. “There may have never been a compromise between the Imperial Remnant and the New Republic as we know it today!” More applause and cheers. “Rogue One did what they knew was necessary in order to maintain hope in the galaxy! A lesson for us all in the generations today and the ones to become!”

    The crowd then roared with cheers. She let them cheer for a few moments. She felt weaker than usual. She was not used to these speeches since her illness grew further. She knew she would struggle and pay for it later. It would be worth it. She held up her arm in a signal of silence. When the audience was quiet again, she began again by asking them, “How do we pay tribute to the members of Rogue One after twenty years in the shadows? Easy. I chose this location specifically. In this base twenty years ago today, the Rebellion truly began. And now, we have something that will forever etch them into history.” She turned to a few men off stage and nodded. They brought up to the stage a large plaque with a piece of red cloth over it. They eased it against the front of the podium and pulled away the cloth.

    The poster sized plaque showed the old symbol of the Rebel Alliance in red at the top. Below were a long series of names etched ceremoniously in the plaque’s material. Above those names were six more names listed in a larger font. Mon Mothma announced, “Here are the names of the members of Rogue One! Below are the many crewman who fought and died on the beaches of Scarif. Above them are the names of the main crew who sought out the Death Star plans to transmit them at the greatest cost.” She then shouted out the names of the six main members. With each one she named, the crowd grew louder.

    “Bodhi Rook! Baze Malbus! Chirrut Îmwe! K-2SO! Captain Cassian Andor! And, finally, Jyn Erso! May their names never be forgotten again!” The crowd cheered louder.

    Mon Mothma let them cheer again, but she had another announcement. She raised her arm again to motion for silence. She began again, “This plaque will be placed here in this temple for all to see and remember the members of Rogue One. A well deserved honor to be sure. But every team has its leader. And leaders create their own honor and pass it on to others whether they know it or not. Jyn Erso was that leader. And for that, she deserves a special tribute.” She turned to one of the men who helped bring up the plaque. He was in a Fifth Battle Group uniform from the New Republic faction of their military. “Commander Gherik, I understand there is a new Republic-class Destroyer that needs to be christened.”

    The middle-aged man answered, “Yes, it is almost ready to be released from space dock. It has no namesake at this point.”

    “Then, if you will permit me, may I suggest it to be known as the Jyn Erso.”

    The Commander smiled and said, “It shall be an honor, milady.”

    Instantly, the crowd cheered again. Mon Mothma looked across at the roaring crowd. She then raised her voice as loud as she could. “May hope live on in the spirit of Rogue One and Jyn Erso! May their spirits be one with the Force!”

    The cheering continued on.

    And on.

    THE END.
  6. Cowgirl Jedi 1701

    Cowgirl Jedi 1701 Force Ghost star 5

    Dec 21, 2016
    Wow. And I'm sure if I read this again after I see Rogue One it will be even....wower. If that's even a word. Whatever. It is a word. Because I say so.
  7. BookExogorth

    BookExogorth Force Ghost star 4

    May 4, 2017
    That was amazing! I loved the speech and Mon Mothma's thoughts about the characters.
  8. Cowgirl Jedi 1701

    Cowgirl Jedi 1701 Force Ghost star 5

    Dec 21, 2016
    I was right. After having seen Rogue One, this is even more amazing.
  9. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 8

    Aug 31, 2004
    Fantastic! First the conversation between Mothma and Gilad. Then her stirring speech! =D= =D=

    Excellent and definitely a well-earned tribute!

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  10. divapilot

    divapilot Force Ghost star 4

    Nov 30, 2005
    Love that the crew was not forgotten after all. The pivotal sacrifice will be remembered. The galaxy, both Mothma's and Pellaeon's, owes a great debt to them. It's a nice touch that it's Pellaeon who retrieves the record and shares it with them.

    Good story!