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Sith Lord is seen doing civilian tasks like taking his kid to the park. LOL
Scarlet Fyrebane (Operative) is so Smol compared to Marr in this screencap. XD
(End of A New Hope, during rebel assault on the first Death Star)
“I’ve missed you so much! Where have you been?” Now that they'd moved somewhere more private, Ahsoka studied her daughter’s face wishing it was easy to explain what had happened and why she’d had to stay silent on her, but it wasn’t. Nothing was easy anymore. Ashla had felt her fight with Anakin, and it ate at her insides that she’d allowed herself to be so open when she had. In the moment, all she’d wanted was to open herself to him, forgetting momentarily the strength of the bond she had with her daughter. This was not at all how she’d hoped Ashla would know him. All she’d wanted was for him to be preserved in her memories as the good and heroic Jedi knight; not to sell him as perfect, but definitely not as what he’d become. How was she to explain the force, and how Ezra had pulled her out of her own time? Morai had explained some of it, but it was still a lot to wrap her head around. How could she explain her daily pilgrimage into hostile lands in attempt to save her master?
“I’ve missed you too, my love,” she breathed, running her fingers through her daughter’s unruly hair. She looked more and more like Anakin every day. How was she eighteen already? Where had the time gone and when had she gotten so tall? “It’s a long story, and I’m not sure now is the time. I want to hear about you. How did you find your way to the rebellion?” She wasn’t thrilled Ashla was here in the middle of it, but at least she could breathe some relief that she’d found her way to Rex.
“Well, I…” Ashla was interrupted as the loudspeaker came on across the complex.
“Ahsoka Tano, please report to the command center. Ahsoka Tano, please report to the command center.”
“Oh for…” she trailed off so she didn’t swear in front of her and set her hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Wait here, I’ll go see what they want.”
“Welcome back,” the thin, short haired woman in front of her said as she entered the command center.
“Thank you, Senator,” Ahsoka nodded to her. She didn’t know this one personally, but she recognized her from the senate meetings during the time of the Republic. Padmé had pointed her out a few times. Mon Mothma, former senator of Chandrila. She’d abdicated her position and fled the Empire in order to join the rebellion sometime after Ahsoka had gotten stuck on Malachor. Now that Bail was… well… the loss of Alderaan still burned her soul. When she’d heard the news about it, she’d known it was finally time to return to the rebellion. He’d brought her into it all those years ago; she’d helped him bring rebel cells together. Had it not been for his willingness to take the risk, none of this would have been possible. After all the recent losses they’d suffered, and the intel that the Death Star was headed for Yavin… she couldn’t stay away anymore. Not after seeing the destruction the temple weapon had caused on Malachor, and knowing that the Empire had a bigger one out there that could destroy entire planets… It no longer mattered if enough time had passed since Ezra saved her or not. She couldn’t in good conscience sit back and do nothing with such a threat looming over the galaxy.
“Bail has spoken very highly of you over the years. It is an honor to finally make your acquaintance,” Mon Mothma nodded to her and put her hands behind her back. “Now I know you only just returned and would probably like to rest, but as you know, the Empire waits for no one. Do you know anything about this weapon that is on its way here?”
“Not much, I’m afraid.” She brought her hand up to her chin. “Only that I’ve seen what it can do on a much smaller scale and of course, what it did to Jedha, Scariff and Alderaan. In my opinion, the Empire is getting rather reckless; destroying their own information hub just to stop a small rebel skirmish?”
“Yes, I wondered about that too. However, they found out about our base here on Yavin and probably believe that by wiping it out, it won’t matter that they destroyed Scariff.” The senator paused as a handful of people entered the briefing room including Rex and Ashla. “As you are all aware, there is already a strike force headed to intercept the Death Star. Even if they are successful in stopping it, our base of operations will be moving to Hoth as Yavin has now been compromised,” she turned and addressed the rest of them.
“What are you doing here?” Ahsoka whispered to Ashla when Mon Mothma turned her back.
“I was summoned too.” She looked at her confused and turned back to the senator. The rest of the group of rebels were clearly fighters. Ashla stood out amongst them and she wasn’t sure she liked that she’d been summoned for this too. She had a bad feeling about this.
“A few hours ago, we received intel that there is an Imperial freighter floating abandoned in the Auril Sector not far from Kulthis.” Mothma turned on the holotable in front of them. We sent a droid ahead to slice into its mainframe. According to the log, it had engine trouble and the crew abandoned ship. All reports indicate their resources are spread too thin to reclaim it right now.” She clicked a button and a list appeared in front of them. “The cargo manifest shows it is carrying vital supplies to our rebellion. Water, rations, medical equipment, gear, and weapons.”
“Even if they don’t have the resources to retrieve the cargo, it doesn’t make sense for the crew to abandon the vessel completely, and it just so happens to be carrying supplies a rebellion would need? It’s too convenient,” Ahsoka crossed her arms in front of her. “Odds are that it’s a trap.”
“I agree,” Rex stepped forward. “We don’t exactly have enough people here to offload supplies from a freighter of that size, even if it isn’t.”
“I’m aware of that, Captain. And that is why Miss Okami is here. Ahsoka is going to lead the forces you see before you and steal the ship, disable any tracking mechanisms and meet us on Hoth.”
Ahsoka’s eyes widened and it took all her effort not to refuse, “I am not taking a mechanic into an obvious trap. It’s too dangerous.” She felt her chest tighten into a knot.
“But I’m the best mechanic on the base. I’m the only chance you have at getting it flying again,” her daughter exclaimed stepping forward.
“No, absolutely not.” Ahsoka glared at the senator.
“I’m afraid that’s not your call, Miss Tano,” Senator Mothma crossed her arms, meeting her challenge. “All members of the rebellion know the risks when they join.” Had Rex not squeezed her on the shoulder, she might have spilled right there that Ashla was her daughter and yes, it was her call; rebellion or not. With difficulty, she managed to stop herself from making a face at her. Shirking the leadership had been a hard habit to drop. One of the bad habits she’d learned from her master, and it was something she definitely didn’t want to pass on to their daughter.
“I hate to say it, Ahsoka, but without Ashla, that ship won’t go anywhere. At least not before Imperial forces return to reclaim it. She’ll have it up and running in no time and we’ll be right there to protect her.” She took a deep breath trying to absorb Rex’s words. He was right and she knew that, but this was exactly why she hadn't wanted Ashla part of the rebellion. What if a mission like this had come up when she wasn’t around? She shuddered to think about it. She knew Rex would do anything to keep her safe, but he hadn’t faced the inquisitors, Maul, Anakin or the Emperor. There were things out there a common blaster wouldn’t kill. As incredible as he was, he was just one man; they didn’t have an army anymore. Knowing that her daughter was in danger every second of this mission was going to be distracting, and she didn’t want to find out the consequences of that.
“I don’t like it,” she murmured to him under her breath, still staring daggers at the senator before them.
“I know,” he whispered, and she took a deep breath.
“It’s settled then, you’ll leave immediately. I assume I don’t need to tell you how important these supplies are for the good of the rebellion.” It took every ounce of willpower she had to not storm out of the room and order her daughter to stay put. But then she remembered that the Death Star was on its way to Yavin Four, and that if the rebels were not successful in stopping it… At least if Ashla was with them, she couldn’t be decimated by it. Luke was part of the strike force, that's what Ashla had said. For the rebellion's sake, she hoped he could fly like his father.
She’d been out of action for too long. Running out on a mission, hours after arriving was not at all what she’d had in mind when she returned. Though she probably should have known better. When Rex had told her that Ashla was here, everything else had gone out the window. She’d nearly forgotten why she’d returned the moment she’d seen her daughter’s face. She’d wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in her arms and run away. But she couldn’t do that.
She brought her hands up to her face trying to hide her frustration even though she was alone in the hallway. Everything she was afraid of was coming to fruition in front of her. She hadn’t been able to save Anakin; she wasn’t even sure if she was making progress in trying to reach him. She hadn’t been able to keep her daughter away from the rebellion or the Empire. She hadn’t made it back in time to help Ezra. She hadn’t been able to keep her daughter secret and safe. What if this was the last time she ever saw her?
“Come on, Lil’un.” She heard Rex around the corner and fell back into the shadows. “I know you’re frustrated but give your mom a break.”
“Why?” came Ashla’s strained voice and Ahsoka’s heart clenched in her chest. “She disappears for two years without so much as a word to me, then she acts as though she was never gone. Now, it’s like she doesn’t even want me here!”
“You know that’s not true,” Rex replied and Ahsoka tipped her head back leaning against the wall.
“Do I?” She could almost picture Ashla’s pout.
“Listen Ashla, everything your mother has done since you were born was to protect you. She’s seen more horrors in her life than you can possibly imagine, that’s why she kept you away from this. Working as a mechanic on the base and fighting on the front lines are two very different things.” She nodded in agreement to Rex’s statement. If you won’t listen to me, please listen to him.
“But I don’t need protection; I’m not helpless! Ezra taught me how to use the lightsabers, you helped me improve my blaster skills.” So, Ezra was how Ashla ended up at the rebellion? How did he even find out about her? Surely Rex hadn't told him. And how did she end up with lightsabers? What all had happened in the two years she’d been absent?
“I know that, Lil’un. And you’re very good at both; it’s not competency that’s the problem. She’s afraid she won’t be able to keep you safe, and so am I. Now is not the time to get surly and reckless like you have something to prove. The first rule of battle is to listen and obey your superiors, because they have more experience than you. Your mother, she has more than most. There will be plenty of time to work this out later. Can you put it aside for now?” Tears welled in her eyes as she listened to Rex try to calm her daughter down. So long ago… she’d had similar conversations with Anakin. He had been too protective of her, at least that had been what it felt like. While she, like Ashla, wanted action; she wanted to learn, she wanted to grow and prove herself worthy. Which usually ended with her doing something stupid in order to. She did not want her daughter doing the same thing.
“I guess so,” Ashla sighed.
“Good girl. If your mother was silent on you for two years, she must have had a very good reason. You are the most important thing in the world to her.” The tears fell before she could stop them and she ran in the opposite direction, locking herself in the nearest refresher and slumping over the sink. Yes… her daughter had been the most important thing in the world to her… until Anakin came back into the picture. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. What was happening to her?
She was alive, but it no longer felt that way. Everything she’d been fighting for was crumbling around her. It was getting harder and harder to stay above the waves of sorrow. Every step forward was met with several forced steps back. For every small victory against the Empire, they struck back with devastating consequences. Were they fighting a losing battle? Was that why Anakin was on their side now? Did he foresee this? If he were still her master, how would he advise her in this situation? We need not be adversaries... he'd tell her to join him.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to remember everything he taught her when he'd been a Jedi. Try as she might, nothing came to her on how to proceed. Anakin probably would have run recklessly into the situation; believing arrogantly that he was in control of it. Okay, maybe he wasn’t the one to tap into after all… What would Obi wan do? He’d go into the mission confident in his abilities to protect those around him and if he failed, he’d believe it happened as the force meant it to. But he’d never had to lead his own child into battle. She laughed hoarsely and looked up at her reflection again. And he’d probably quote a laundry list of reasons why attachment was dangerous. A little late for that now…
If she couldn’t control her emotions, maybe the rebellion was better off without her. “Pull yourself together, girl,” she muttered aloud. “You can do this. You’ve faced worse. This is no different than every other mission you’ve ever ran. They need you and you’re going to come through for them. You’re going to protect them and you’re going to protect your daughter. It’s what Anakin trained you to do.” Keep your head in the here and now… She splashed some water on her face to wash away the tears and headed out.
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None of the scans as they reached the coordinates indicated that there were lifeforms aboard the ship, but that did nothing to put her at ease. The trickle of unease was steadily growing as they closed in on the vessel. Senator Mothma may have taken over leadership of the rebellion after the loss of so many, but Ahsoka was not confident in her abilities to understand the dangers of these missions. To so blatantly ignore that this could be a trap… it infuriated her. She must think because Ahsoka had once been a Jedi and that Rex had served in the Clone Wars, that there was nothing to be worried about. No lifeforms did not mean they were walking onto an abandoned ship. If they were still fighting Separatists, this ship would be packed with battle droids.
"Commander, we're scanning high levels of carbonite," one of the rebels said that had accompanied her. The feeling that something bad was coming went through the roof; droids were now the least of her concern.
“It looks like this was a trap after all. Why was that not included in the report from the droid?” She turned to look at the battered group of rebels that had accompanied them. They looked amongst themselves but shook their heads. They didn’t know any more about it than she did. She tried reaching into the force to get a feel for what was waiting for them, but because the carbonite suspended life signs, it was difficult to make out. Odds were, if the trap that was set included carbonite, this was not going to be stormtroopers. This was worse, much worse. She glanced to her side and saw Ashla tense, gripping her old lightsabers in her hands. Seeing them startled her for a moment. How did her daughter have her lightsabers?
"I think we spent too long fighting droids, Commander. We've grown complacent," Rex commented from her right side. She didn’t disagree with him. Even though they hadn’t faced battle droids in over twenty years, it was still difficult to shake the ingrained lessons that they’d taught them. This was not the Clone Wars anymore. This was people versus people and she hated every second of it. His words stirred her back to action and she turned to the group behind them.
“Turn your weapons off stun. If these are inquisitors, aim for the hilt of their weapons, and don’t fire directly at the blade of the lightsabers. Spread out in groups, comms on and keep your eyes open. Move out.” They nodded to her and disappeared.
“Mom?” Ashla whispered, scooting closer to her.
"I don't like it either Ashla, but we're fighting a war. It's life or death, and sometimes all we can do is survive to fight another day. When this mission is over, you're going somewhere safe. Away from the rebellion," Ahsoka said distractedly. She was feeling something, but she couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. It was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"Why can't I stay with you? Why can't we go away together?" Ashla asked.
Ahsoka blinked a few times and looked down at her daughter. "Look at me Ashla, I stand out in a crowd. As the Empire thins out alien populations across the galaxy, I become more and more obvious. I’ve made more than a few enemies over the years who all know what I look like. I can't just put on a disguise; these things don't go away. Not even putting on a cloak will hide what I am. But you, you look human. You can hide anywhere." She didn’t mean to be short with her, but the feeling that was bothering her was creeping closer and she didn’t have time to argue. All she wanted was her to be safe.
"Why can't we stay with the rebellion? Then we wouldn't have to hide, and we could still be together!" Ashla begged.
As she looked at her pleading face, screwed up close to tears, she was reminded of herself from so long ago. When Anakin had been so overprotective of her; picking and choosing what missions she could go on based on the level of danger expected. What had she told him then? How will I ever learn if you don’t let me come? She understood the need her daughter was feeling far too much, but things were different now. She’d not been trained as a Jedi. She’d not spent countless hours meditating, studying and practicing. She was strong in the force, she had the natural ability, but the truth was, Ahsoka didn’t want her to grow up having to fight. She wanted her to live her life; to find happiness. To learn and know the force, and to respect it. She wanted to fight the war so her daughter could live, and she’d sacrifice it all for that. "I want us to be together more than you could possibly know, but you'll be much safer out there then you'll ever be with me or the rebellion." She couldn’t keep her away from it forever, but she had to try.
"But..." Ashla started.
She cut her off, "Ashla. I need you somewhere safe so that I have something to keep fighting for. I can't worry about you here. I can't risk losing you. I love you too much. You're one of the only things I have left," she begged her daughter to see reason, to understand. The very thing she’d warned her had happened to Anakin was happening to her too; the fear of loss. The possibility of losing her daughter existed wherever she was, but maybe it was her fear of seeing it happen; of not being able to protect her if she was here that scared her so much. Losing Anakin had been hard enough and he’d just been someone important to her. Ashla was her flesh and blood. She may have once thought she’d known better than the Jedi order on whether attachments were dangerous, but now… now she was starting to understand.
Ashla watched her face for a moment, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Okay," she said finally. “For you, I will.” Ahsoka pulled her into a hug. She poured every ounce of love she felt for her into the embrace. She kissed the top of her head, not wanting to let her go. Being away from her for years had been hard enough. Now having to force them apart again… she was certain it would feel worse than when Anakin had gone missing. If she kept ripping her soul to pieces because she was too attached to people, it wouldn’t be long before there was nothing left.
“Commander, I’m sorry to interrupt, but we found where the carbonite readings were coming from. They’re all empty,” Rex said returning. “No one has seen anything yet, and without a droid, we can’t tell how long they’ve been empty.”
Ahsoka released Ashla and looked up at the ventilation duct nearby. “Rex… I have a bad feeling about this. Where is the droid that was sent ahead?”
“Haven’t found it yet,” Rex glanced around.
“Ashla, stay close to us.” Her daughter nodded, looking around nervously. She pulled her lightsabers from her belt, mentally trying to push her emotions aside so she could focus.
The sounds of blaster fire echoed through the ship, Rex and Ashla raced towards it. She ignited them in front of her as she ran. They came around a corner where two rebel fighters had fallen. No sign of who they’d been fighting in sight. Rex crouched down to check for pulses, but shook his head at her sadly. She swallowed, looking around, trying to listen for movement.
She pushed her comm button, “Report?” she asked.
“We saw someone running towards the cargo hold, hold on…” someone responded but trailed off. She looked over at Rex and tipped her head. They moved forward cautiously, staying on high alert. “False alarm, just a droid. Not ours though,” the voice that came through was staticky.
"It looks like we are facing inquisitors. Regroup at the cargo hold. Do not engage alone.”
“Yes sir.” Ahsoka moved forward, senses out. What she’d been feeling earlier was nearby. They met up with the rest of the team in the cargo hold where the carbonite was. There were four of them, all empty. If they were all inquisitors, this wasn’t going to end well. She was the only one that stood a chance against them. Her daughter maybe, if she’d trained her to fight. Her feeling of dread was building, and she was almost certain there was something else here too; something darker. Something more like Vader. It wasn’t him, she was sure of that, but it felt like him. Stealth was not Anakin’s game, so switching to that now seemed unlikely. Whatever it was, was playing them into a trap.
Making the decision, she stood up taller, “Pull back, we’re leaving. Whatever is here, we’re not prepared to face it.” No amount of supplies were worth a slaughter. In fact, she doubted there were any supplies aboard at all.
“Look out!” someone behind her shouted as an inquisitor dropped out of the ducts above them. She couldn’t stop the soldiers before they fired, and the inquisitor just deflected their bolts back at them. Two more down. Ahsoka ran forward and engaged him, ducked under his swing and spun around, pushing him back. Her daughter had pulled out her old lightsabers too, holding them forward as though to help. She kept him occupied herself, but then another one appeared at the front of the group, by Rex. He’d called out to her, dodging the reflected bolts. Ashla turned to help him.
She tried not to worry about her daughter fighting another inquisitor while she dispatched the one that had come up behind them. When she finally managed to turn around she saw that Ashla wasn’t doing too badly, her and Rex seemed to have worked out a system where she’d keep the inquisitor’s blades busy and he’d shoot his blaster. By the looks of it, he’d already hit the inquisitor in the foot and the shoulder. She flipped, jumping over their heads and forced him to turn around. Ashla fell back, but Rex caught him in the back of the head and he fell to the ground.
She met eye contact with her daughter and saw her eyes wide and fearful. She herself had grown up with plenty of fighting, violence and death. She’d had too much time to think about the life and world her daughter was having to grow up in. She ignored the guilt, but was sorry Ashla had to witness that.
Ahsoka didn’t have time to comfort her though, she could feel the darkness moving to cut them off. Rex set his arm around Ashla’s shoulder and she looked down, breaking their eye contact. She caught Rex’s eyes and he nodded for her to go on. She was grateful he was here, he could be to Ashla what Anakin had always been to her. For someone who had been manufactured in a clone factory, he had more senses and empathy than most. Which didn’t speak very highly of the rest of the galaxy.
“Follow me,” she beckoned for the other rebels to follow her and took off running back towards the airlock where they’d left their shuttle. She knew that her daughter and Rex wouldn’t be far behind. If the enemy was moving to cut off their escape, they’d be safer behind them. “Go on ahead,” she ordered the ten remaining rebels as another inquisitor burst out into the corridor and she immediately had her lightsabers up to engage him. This was three, but not the source of the darkness she was feeling.
She heard more blaster fire and screams echo around ahead of her and she immediately regretted sending them ahead. It took a few minutes to take out the one in front of her and by the time she got to the cargo hold, there was devastation all around her. Her heart was racing. Where was Rex, and Ashla? Before she could panic, she felt them come up behind her.
“Oh no…” Ashla trailed off, clinging to Rex. She could feel her daughter’s fear and sorrow and it derailed her own ability to think straight.
There was a flash of movement and someone dropped down between them. He was human, unlike the inquisitors and his eyes burned gold. He also had two red lightsabers, but as he stood up straight, he held them behind him in the reverse grip; her signature style. She wasn't the only one that used it, but it was rare to find others that did.
"So, it is true," the Sith said dramatically as he paced around her. "Ahsoka Tano is still alive. The failed Jedi. The failed leader of the rebellion." He sneered ignoring them for now. Rex pulled Ashla back. "Considering how difficult it’s been to find you, I’m pleased it was you that fell into my trap. The rebellion you built is about to fall. And so are you.”
"And who are you?" she curled her fingers tighter around her lightsabers.
"I am Starkiller. Apprentice to the most powerful Sith Lord in the galaxy," he said smugly pacing back and forth in front of her. She watched him carefully.
“Since there are only two, that narrows it down a lot. Which means you're not good enough yet to be a threat to either of them," she taunted, narrowing her eyes in battle readiness. She reignited her lightsabers to shine the brightest white and spun them into her adapted reverse grip; ignoring the residual sting of his words. She was too numb to be bullied today. This was about far more than her accomplishments. If only Vader knew he'd sent his lackey to kill his own daughter. Would he care if he knew? "Well, I was the apprentice to the greatest Jedi that ever lived and last I saw your master, he was limping away from his fight with me. Not a very powerful Sith Lord if I do say so myself," she scoffed.
Starkiller snarled and rushed towards her, swinging wildly. She ducked under his left arm, twirling around to bring her other hand up to strike. She hadn't fought many others that used the reverse grip, but because she used it, she knew very well its strengths and weaknesses. She threw all her focus into keeping him busy and away from Ashla.
They fought intensely. She noticed that Vader had taught him to go for the kill every chance he got; it was a weakness she could easily exploit. Interesting how his teaching methods had changed over the years. He'd always stressed to her the importance of protection and defense. Apparently, his years unchallenged as Vader had made him arrogant; and likely, that arrogance would cost him his apprentice. Not today though. She had no intention of killing him unless she had to. Not that she didn't want to, for endangering her daughter.
That wasn't the way. That wasn't her way, and despite her emotions, she was going to stay true to her beliefs. She’d already killed too many today. Besides, she wanted to send him back to Vader roughed up enough to give him a message. From her, with love. This was personal.
She flipped, twisting over his head and swung fast. One of her lightsabers cut him across the cheek. He fell back but recovered, trying to assault with jabbing moves. She spun to the side, slicing up his arm. He howled in pain and tried to swing forward but her strike had severed muscle and he lost his grip on the saber in his left hand. He continued to fight with just his main hand, but she could tell he wasn't as strong with just the one.
"I have a message for your master," she said, pushing him back with the force into a pile of crates. "Tell him that Anakin Skywalker trained a far better apprentice than Vader."
"You can tell him yourself when you're broken at his feet, but he won't believe you then!" he screamed at her, leaping back to his feet and running back into the fight.
“Look out!” Ashla yelled from behind her and she almost didn’t duck in time. If she could keep Starkiller’s attention on her, they could get away. It wasn’t what she wanted, but…
This...this is not the correct behavior to help garner trust and solidarity with our Republic counterparts, guys. I can just hear Nox’s disgusted sigh now. Eye rolls for all.
Blurb from ‘Not Afraid Anymore’ Ch 8 -
Back at the Coalition encampment, Khem Val jumped off the shuttle and turned, holding out his arms to his master. “This task was beneath us, little Sith. I would have been shamed by Veshikk Urk if he saw that I had been reduced to pest control.”
Nox smiled down at the Dashade and giggled. “And you killed Veshikk Urk without even exerting yourself.” She reached out and placed her hands on the Dashade’s wide shoulders as he gripped her by the waist, gently lifting her to the ground. “We all have our parts to play, Khem.” Tugging her hood back into place, Nox paused for a minute, looking out over the treetops below the landing pad. “Besides, this planet is beautiful. Think of it as an excuse to take in some scenery.”
“Hmmm. This place feels…alive.”
“Indeed.” Turning, she surveyed the Coalition encampment and sighed. “This, on the other hand, is not beautiful.” She waved her hands, indicating the two factions, split evenly down the middle. “I suppose it never could have been as easy as just asking them to play nice. It’s like watching two manka cats circling each other over a mate.”
The Dashade gurgled in amusement behind his master. “That would go against their very nature, my master. These little beings were bred in the crucible of war – it is all they know.”
“Yes, I suppose you are correct, my friend.” Nox was reminded of her earlier conversation with Darth Marr. Attractions aside, working with Theron had shown her that it was possible to find common ground to stand on. Others would come around – it would just take time.
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