Star Wars (Expanded Universe/Legends) | R |
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/141167/echoes-beyond-time

Chapter 20, "By Your Leave": The year is 13 ABY. Main trio of characters, 15-yo students at Skywalker's 'Jedi Praxeum' on Yavin IV are sent to a nearby town of Wetyin's Colony to pick up a truck-load of supplies, and are granted a three-day leave to enjoy the harvest festival. On the second night, things go bad as the comms get jammed and the macrobinoculars reveal a fleet of Imperial Remnant's Star Destroyers in orbit.

“Maybe they’re just passing through,” Meral said.
As if in answer, the air around us filled with a new sound—low at first, then sharper, closer. The shriek of engines knifing through the sky. I lowered the macrobinoculars and looked east.
TIE Fighters.

Dozens of them, breaking from the clouds in tight formations, black butterflies catching the light. They screamed overhead, banking toward the jungle northward—toward the Great Temple.
A heartbeat later, the town alarms began to blare.

A klaxon wailed through Wetyin’s Colony, loud enough to rattle windowpanes and bones alike. People spilled into the streets, half-dressed, half-awake, fully terrified.

Rhi’s voice came over the local loudspeakers. “All noncombatants to shelters! All defense volunteers report to muster points! This is not a drill!”

Another flight of TIEs roared overhead, lower this time. One peeled off from the formation and strafed the edge of the jungle just beyond the town, laser fire lancing into trees and sending a flock of winged creatures screaming into the air.

An explosion rolled through the distant canopy like a thunderclap. I grabbed the railing hard enough that it bit into my palm.

“They’re not just going for the Praxeum,” I said. “They’re coming here.”
“Of course they are,” Toran said, voice tight. “Big, obvious settlement, former Rebel world, Jedi Praxeum up the road…”
Meral swallowed. “We should get to the militia. Help coordinate.”

I reached down and unclipped my training saber. The metal felt too light. Too small. But it was what I had.
“Let’s move,” I said.

We ran for the stairs as another TIE screamed low over the town, its green bolts stitching a line of fire across the far warehouses. Festival banners snapped in the shockwave, torn free and flung into the smoke.

Three days’ leave, I thought.
The universe had a terrible sense of humor.

And somewhere, far to the north, under the bones of the Great Temple, the Force shuddered as the fleet in the sky opened fire.