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You guessed it: more Take Your Rebels to Work au. There's one more of these and then I'll probably be back to other aus and drawings

There are certain crustaceans native to the Mon Calamari homeworld that require a somewhat bizarre method of cooking. They are placed in tepid water alive and the temperature is very slowly increased so that by the time they actually notice that they are doomed, it is far too late to do anything about it.
Certain members of the League of Ungentlemanly Warfare, Imperial Chapter, were of the opinion that the same tactic was appropriate in the dethroning of an emperor.

Of course, hit and run had been the Rebels' primary tactic up until the months following Hoth, when inexplicably they were alerted to a clandestine organization within the Empire that had been working to overthrow Palpatine ever since Alderaan.
Planetary enslavement and devastation they could evidently stomach, though some less so than others, but planetary destruction seemed to be quite a different matter to them.

Admiral Ackbar, upon noticing the name of the foremost conspirator -- leaving all members of the Alliance save one utterly dumbfounded -- wondered whether some motivation might come from one of the last known Force users wishing to rebuild his way of life, seeing as the only other known Force users were part of the Alliance. General Kenobi certainly didn't correct him, but he'd shrugged in a slightly tense way.

This was the explanation they gave the rest of the Rebellion when people started to wonder why Commander Skywalker was acting as something of a courier between the two chapters of the League (named, evidently, for an organization from long before the Clone Wars and made up of such notable figures as the young count of Serrano, Dooku). Most of Rogue Squadron didn't mind as much as they might've thought. Despite some ideological tiffs with their temporary allies from time to time -- and they were all quite sure it was temporary -- no one could deny a certain thrill in raiding suddenly unguarded Imperial supply lines, or pulling off hijackings of Imperial corvettes when they knew resistance would be lower than usual.

There was even a day when Rogue Squadron, the Infamous Ghost Crew, and Solo pulled off a mass heist of an entire ship full of tributes meant for the emperor. Half went to pay for the Rebellion -- war is expensive! -- and the rest found its way into relief efforts across the galaxy.

Bit by bit, holdings were destabilized, key political figures were replaced or assassinated, and every once in a great while someone would catch sight of General Kenobi in his old armor, chuckling quietly to someone on a private comm line that "nothing's really changed after all, has it?"

And all the while, the Imperial chapter of the League of Ungentlemanly Warfare quietly hushed up the reports, rerouted complaints, and helped place Rebel infiltrators in key locations. Several different intelligence networks were now sending out reports of "rebel collusion" from Hutt-controlled worlds, and reports of treason from towns controlled by Black Sun. General Veers, for his part, was unexpectedly having a grand old time dealing with the matter. But then, no one really liked it when Hutts controlled a system.

So by the time the Emperor took his personal star dreadnought to oversee a construction project near Endor, his hold on the galaxy was considerably shakier than he might've foreseen.

"Will he be expecting a betrayal?" Leia had asked bluntly the night before the final attack. "You did both say he was a powerful Sith."

"Very powerful -- mind your footwork, Leia, Ataru is not to be attempted lightly!" Obi-wan had been a touch preoccupied with Leia's forms.

"He will no doubt expect my attack," Vader had sounded almost cavalier about it, "But I am not a...subtle man." Luke's choked laugh had been studiously ignored. "I attempted a coup when you were nineteen and I failed. He will no doubt expect me to rely on impulse and anger and betrayal once more."

The fact that he'd failed a coup was not exactly confidence inspiring, though his continued existence suggested it hadn't gone too badly wrong.

The difficulty came in the main attack: having pretended to be fooled by misinformation leaked by the emperor himself, the Alliance sent a strike team to Endor while the Imperial fleet was meant to lie in wait for them. Luke then, having never been officially documented as a prisoner due to his many "escapes", was to surrender to Vader and be taken to the star dreadnought to face the emperor while Leia would wait on the forest moon as backup.

They'd both known the impending battle would involve a great deal of pain. Vader had tried to prepare Luke as best he could, but one could never be fully prepared to fight Palpatine. They'd dueled each other briefly, Vader making a pretense of the loyal servant defending his master, and Luke had employed a few tactics that were neither Jedi nor Sith, in order to give Palpatine the idea that he was closer to turning than he looked. But Palpatine was a shrewd old caitiff.

"Do you think, boy, that I am as easily played as an instrument?" Palpatine scoffed as lightning shot from his hands into father and son alike. "I have known of your pathetic attempts to plot against me with your errant father from the beginning! I have foreseen it: my reign shall not end until the stars move!"

But here he had made an error. He had boasted of this foresight before, and one of his Hands -- one Dhara Leonis -- had casually mentioned it to her brother Zaire. Zaire, in turn, sent it to an old friend, a self-described Jedi-Bendu by the name of Ezra Bridger. Being one of General Syndulla's men, Ezra quickly got the information to the Alliance, who saw an opportunity in the boast.

"Perhaps," said Luke, pulling himself up to his knees, "Your highness had better take a look outside."

The Imperial Fleet had come out of hiding, led by the Executor. At Princess Leia's behest, each ship had been coated in a temporary cloak of black, as had the Rebel cruisers that wove in and out around the destroyers. On the far side of orbit, with nothing but the ships' lights to show their location -- a bit of a risky business, that -- it did indeed appear as if a host of stars was steadily approaching to circle the dreadnought. Palpatine was enraged. Had the Force deceived him?

That was when Leia arrived with General Kenobi and one of the "Jedi-Bendu". Ahsoka Tano was most assuredly eager to lend a hand. ("But not literally, Sky-Guy," Ahsoka had drawled, "Let's not make that something that runs in the family")

Even with five against one it was a near thing. And to her everlasting irritation, Ahsoka's words went unheeded and someone did lose a hand. As it had happened while blocking a lightsaber stroke meant for his father, Luke didn't particularly regret it. Perhaps their saving grace was that the emperor had grown too dependent on Force lightning, and had allowed his skills with the lightsaber to atrophy with his muscles. In the end, Vader sliced off both of Palpatine's hands, then limped to hand his saber to his daughter.

"We've been here before, haven't we?" he remarked to Palpatine.

Leia did not hesitate. The despot's head hit the floor with a soft thud as the Princess declared, "Alderaan avenged."

No one was unscathed, which made escaping the dreadnought as the combined fleets destroyed it just a little difficult. The first ship they managed to reach was the Rebels'. The shuttle just barely avoided crashing in Home One's main hangar. The occupants stumbled out, burned and bruised and very very tired. Obi-wan managed to wobble off to make a report, and Vader sank to his knees in the hangar, unable to keep standing.

"I can't believe we survived that!" Ahsoka's laugh was a little hysterical.

"Speak for yourself, the jury's still out on whether I'm actually alive right now," Luke groaned. Everything hurt and he suspected that he smelled slightly of burnt toast. Throwing caution and protocol to the winds, he flopped down and leaned against Vader's chest. "Don't wake me until next week."

"Luke, this is not the time or place to-" Vader began, but Luke had already pulled part of his cape over himself and appeared to be in no mood to move. "You must see a medic and-"

"Let him be, Anakin, he'll see a medic when you do. Because you're both crazy." Leia, having received confirmation that Han's attack on the half constructed Death Star II had been successful, was now out of adrenaline and fell to the floor with a groan.

"What did you call me?" Vader asked, startled.

"You sure didn't use the Dark Side much in that battle, for a sith," Leia yawned and leaned against his back with a smirk.

"Wh- no, that's not-"

Luke shifted slightly and snickered faintly. "Search your feelings, Father. You will know it to be true."

By the time Generals Rieekan and Veers had made it to the hangar, Luke and Leia were fast asleep, effectively trapping a fairly bemused Vader on the floor as he was hesitant to wake them.
Of course, things just got more complicated from there.

Description
You guessed it: more Take Your Rebels to Work au. There's one more of these and then I'll probably be back to other aus and drawings

There are certain crustaceans native to the Mon Calamari homeworld that require a somewhat bizarre method of cooking. They are placed in tepid water alive and the temperature is very slowly increased so that by the time they actually notice that they are doomed, it is far too late to do anything about it.
Certain members of the League of Ungentlemanly Warfare, Imperial Chapter, were of the opinion that the same tactic was appropriate in the dethroning of an emperor.

Of course, hit and run had been the Rebels' primary tactic up until the months following Hoth, when inexplicably they were alerted to a clandestine organization within the Empire that had been working to overthrow Palpatine ever since Alderaan.
Planetary enslavement and devastation they could evidently stomach, though some less so than others, but planetary destruction seemed to be quite a different matter to them.

Admiral Ackbar, upon noticing the name of the foremost conspirator -- leaving all members of the Alliance save one utterly dumbfounded -- wondered whether some motivation might come from one of the last known Force users wishing to rebuild his way of life, seeing as the only other known Force users were part of the Alliance. General Kenobi certainly didn't correct him, but he'd shrugged in a slightly tense way.

This was the explanation they gave the rest of the Rebellion when people started to wonder why Commander Skywalker was acting as something of a courier between the two chapters of the League (named, evidently, for an organization from long before the Clone Wars and made up of such notable figures as the young count of Serrano, Dooku). Most of Rogue Squadron didn't mind as much as they might've thought. Despite some ideological tiffs with their temporary allies from time to time -- and they were all quite sure it was temporary -- no one could deny a certain thrill in raiding suddenly unguarded Imperial supply lines, or pulling off hijackings of Imperial corvettes when they knew resistance would be lower than usual.

There was even a day when Rogue Squadron, the Infamous Ghost Crew, and Solo pulled off a mass heist of an entire ship full of tributes meant for the emperor. Half went to pay for the Rebellion -- war is expensive! -- and the rest found its way into relief efforts across the galaxy.

Bit by bit, holdings were destabilized, key political figures were replaced or assassinated, and every once in a great while someone would catch sight of General Kenobi in his old armor, chuckling quietly to someone on a private comm line that "nothing's really changed after all, has it?"

And all the while, the Imperial chapter of the League of Ungentlemanly Warfare quietly hushed up the reports, rerouted complaints, and helped place Rebel infiltrators in key locations. Several different intelligence networks were now sending out reports of "rebel collusion" from Hutt-controlled worlds, and reports of treason from towns controlled by Black Sun. General Veers, for his part, was unexpectedly having a grand old time dealing with the matter. But then, no one really liked it when Hutts controlled a system.

So by the time the Emperor took his personal star dreadnought to oversee a construction project near Endor, his hold on the galaxy was considerably shakier than he might've foreseen.

"Will he be expecting a betrayal?" Leia had asked bluntly the night before the final attack. "You did both say he was a powerful Sith."

"Very powerful -- mind your footwork, Leia, Ataru is not to be attempted lightly!" Obi-wan had been a touch preoccupied with Leia's forms.

"He will no doubt expect my attack," Vader had sounded almost cavalier about it, "But I am not a...subtle man." Luke's choked laugh had been studiously ignored. "I attempted a coup when you were nineteen and I failed. He will no doubt expect me to rely on impulse and anger and betrayal once more."

The fact that he'd failed a coup was not exactly confidence inspiring, though his continued existence suggested it hadn't gone too badly wrong.

The difficulty came in the main attack: having pretended to be fooled by misinformation leaked by the emperor himself, the Alliance sent a strike team to Endor while the Imperial fleet was meant to lie in wait for them. Luke then, having never been officially documented as a prisoner due to his many "escapes", was to surrender to Vader and be taken to the star dreadnought to face the emperor while Leia would wait on the forest moon as backup.

They'd both known the impending battle would involve a great deal of pain. Vader had tried to prepare Luke as best he could, but one could never be fully prepared to fight Palpatine. They'd dueled each other briefly, Vader making a pretense of the loyal servant defending his master, and Luke had employed a few tactics that were neither Jedi nor Sith, in order to give Palpatine the idea that he was closer to turning than he looked. But Palpatine was a shrewd old caitiff.

"Do you think, boy, that I am as easily played as an instrument?" Palpatine scoffed as lightning shot from his hands into father and son alike. "I have known of your pathetic attempts to plot against me with your errant father from the beginning! I have foreseen it: my reign shall not end until the stars move!"

But here he had made an error. He had boasted of this foresight before, and one of his Hands -- one Dhara Leonis -- had casually mentioned it to her brother Zaire. Zaire, in turn, sent it to an old friend, a self-described Jedi-Bendu by the name of Ezra Bridger. Being one of General Syndulla's men, Ezra quickly got the information to the Alliance, who saw an opportunity in the boast.

"Perhaps," said Luke, pulling himself up to his knees, "Your highness had better take a look outside."

The Imperial Fleet had come out of hiding, led by the Executor. At Princess Leia's behest, each ship had been coated in a temporary cloak of black, as had the Rebel cruisers that wove in and out around the destroyers. On the far side of orbit, with nothing but the ships' lights to show their location -- a bit of a risky business, that -- it did indeed appear as if a host of stars was steadily approaching to circle the dreadnought. Palpatine was enraged. Had the Force deceived him?

That was when Leia arrived with General Kenobi and one of the "Jedi-Bendu". Ahsoka Tano was most assuredly eager to lend a hand. ("But not literally, Sky-Guy," Ahsoka had drawled, "Let's not make that something that runs in the family")

Even with five against one it was a near thing. And to her everlasting irritation, Ahsoka's words went unheeded and someone did lose a hand. As it had happened while blocking a lightsaber stroke meant for his father, Luke didn't particularly regret it. Perhaps their saving grace was that the emperor had grown too dependent on Force lightning, and had allowed his skills with the lightsaber to atrophy with his muscles. In the end, Vader sliced off both of Palpatine's hands, then limped to hand his saber to his daughter.

"We've been here before, haven't we?" he remarked to Palpatine.

Leia did not hesitate. The despot's head hit the floor with a soft thud as the Princess declared, "Alderaan avenged."

No one was unscathed, which made escaping the dreadnought as the combined fleets destroyed it just a little difficult. The first ship they managed to reach was the Rebels'. The shuttle just barely avoided crashing in Home One's main hangar. The occupants stumbled out, burned and bruised and very very tired. Obi-wan managed to wobble off to make a report, and Vader sank to his knees in the hangar, unable to keep standing.

"I can't believe we survived that!" Ahsoka's laugh was a little hysterical.

"Speak for yourself, the jury's still out on whether I'm actually alive right now," Luke groaned. Everything hurt and he suspected that he smelled slightly of burnt toast. Throwing caution and protocol to the winds, he flopped down and leaned against Vader's chest. "Don't wake me until next week."

"Luke, this is not the time or place to-" Vader began, but Luke had already pulled part of his cape over himself and appeared to be in no mood to move. "You must see a medic and-"

"Let him be, Anakin, he'll see a medic when you do. Because you're both crazy." Leia, having received confirmation that Han's attack on the half constructed Death Star II had been successful, was now out of adrenaline and fell to the floor with a groan.

"What did you call me?" Vader asked, startled.

"You sure didn't use the Dark Side much in that battle, for a sith," Leia yawned and leaned against his back with a smirk.

"Wh- no, that's not-"

Luke shifted slightly and snickered faintly. "Search your feelings, Father. You will know it to be true."

By the time Generals Rieekan and Veers had made it to the hangar, Luke and Leia were fast asleep, effectively trapping a fairly bemused Vader on the floor as he was hesitant to wake them.
Of course, things just got more complicated from there.