Loyalty and devotion lead to bravery. Bravery leads to the spirit of self-sacrifice. The spirit of self-sacrifice creates trust in the power of love - Morihei Ueshiba

"Harbinger."

Grand Moff Tarkin muttered the name to himself as he considered the reports he read. It was a simple name at first. Perhaps one held by a young adult more interested in what sounded 'cool'. Tarkin was unsure whether to agree or not, and he didn't care enough to give it much thought. What he did realize, however, was that there was far more to the name than meant the eye.

Harbinger was a mercenary. Harbinger was hired by the Great Inquisitor. That same day a fellow mercenary hired by the Great Inquisitor reported to the Hutts that Harbinger had killed the Sith Inquisitor. The Sith decided to show up at this exact moment to arrest the Hutts, and failed.

Tarkin closed his eyes and let the facts fit together. There were holes where he knew he was ignorant, but all the same many realizations were obvious to the prudent observer.

Out of thousands, if not millions, of bounty hunters in the galaxy, only the highest could achieve the same number of accomplishments in the same amount of time. And something that the greatest bounty hunters had that explained this was a background for fighting, adapting, and being lone wolfs. Bubba Hutt was a Mandalorian noble, for instance. Others were manufactured to be highly skilled or trained their entire life. Harbinger's resume was good. Too good for an amateur. Harbinger was either lucky or came from a background that supported strong fighting skills along the same lines.

Despite what people believe, the Moff was a staunch believer in luck. Luck's definition merely being the moment when preparation meets opportunity.

There were notes on the reports, by the Moff's staff, that it was unusual timing for the Harbinger to rise up at the same time as the Inquisitor was looking for a group to form. This was something the Moff was unsure about.

It was due to the Harbinger's striking resume that the Inquisitor hired him. Did the Harbinger know the Inquisitor was hiring mercenaries? It wasn't exactly a secret. If the Harbinger's timing was purposefully timed with the Inquisitor's looking for mercs, then it would also be supported by the fact that supposedly the Harbinger killed the Inquisitor.

Supposedly.

The Inquisitor showed up to disprove his death but at the same time where was he? Was the second Inquisitor a fake? Was the second Inquisitor real?

This was the point where Tarkin's understanding split. Rather than stop, he allowed it to drift down multiple directions.

Should the second Inquisitor be fake, then the very mercenaries he had hired killed him and tricked the Hutts and Empire into war with each other. This was the logical conclusion. But then who would it benefit? Were these mercenaries merely content to cause chaos?

Should the second Inquisitor be real, then the mercenaries logically had attempted to kill him, and the Inquisitor returned to arrest his assaulters. But then where was the Inquisitor? Had the Hutts captured him? So far as sighting's go the Inquisitor had simply disappeared into thin air.

Which was real? Were either one? Tarkin was inclined to say Harbinger really had killed his patron, and the second one was faked. The Inquisitor's disappearance supported the idea that he was fake. In addition the Hutt was vile, but far from stupid. The Hutts knew their place and how politics worked. They wouldn't risk war over a simple Inquisitor, even the highest one of the order

A thought struck Tarkin and he allowed to stir. "Unless he had dug up something the Hutts wanted hidden "

Hutts could walk away from this by having murdered the inquisitor and left the body in a dark place where he would simply disappear at the hands of his own mercenaries But then why would they fake his reappearance on themselves and stir war?

Tarkin shook his head. This wasn't it. It was comparable to handling a papercut by cutting your hands off.

So whether the Inquisitor had dug something up or not it wasn't that. The Hutts didn't risk war. They were pushed tricked into it. By the very mercenaries hired by the Sith Inquisitor.

But who did it benefit?

Tarkin held onto this one thought. He sent an order to have the fellow mercenaries captured and interrogated. They would undoubtedly fill in some gaps he felt was missing. But the idea of who benefited from a battle between the Empire and Cartel nagged at him.

The list was long. The mercenaries could work for another Hutt that would bow at the Empire's feet. They could work for another nation entirely that wanted to see the two forces collide. They could work for a corrupt politician in the Empire and seek to discredit a rival or gain something from-

He whispered, "Work for a corrupt politician " Tarkin's eyes widened briefly before narrowing in focus.

The only other time Harbinger appeared was on Kashyyk. He stirred the conflict between the Wookies and Empire. The Wookies were given a small reprieve from the siege being held against them, and the Imperial lesser Moff stationed there was dishonored. Did the Wookies hired Harbinger? Perhaps, but unlikely. They would have wanted slaves freed, not just an opportunity to flee. The aliens had strong bonds of family, honor, and strength. They would flee if pushed to the extreme, such as these days, but only ONLY with their family.

But they didn't gain anything.

If Harbinger had been hired by the Wookies, he would have aimed deeper at the throat of the Imperial forces. A skilled saboteur could have done several things. Including capturing both of the leaders stationed there. Instead all he does is humiliate one Not kill. Not harm. Just humiliate.

Who benefits from the humiliation of a politician in war time?

Another politician.

Who had been noted to be conveniently spending time on Nar Shadaa not long before the Harbinger's appearance.

Organa.

Who benefited from Harbinger's brief existence on Kashyyk?

Organa.

Who was publicly known to have once been a proud supporter of the Jedi traitors? (Among which it was theorized Harbinger was one.)

Organa.

Tarkin clicked a few keys on his terminal, calling up his secretary. "Sir." Was the response.

"Good evening, Marx. Place a private call from my office, would you?"

His secretary responded punctually, like a good soldier. "Understood. Who shall I call, sir?"

Tarkin allowed his lips to curl into a small smirk. He chuckled darkly. "The Emperor."

-Months later-
-Kota-

Kota gulped.

He paced back and forth. Back and forth. When his hand reached a wall, he would turn back around and walk to the other wall. With each click of the clock, his dread grew. For days now he been afraid. Afraid for what the mission would entail on its return. Harbinger, Loser, and Falon were on the largest operation conducted.

Something was moving through the Cartel territory. Something large. Something slow. Something that shouldn't exist on radar. Something that was moving through deep space rather than through monitored trafficked paths.

The appearance of this entity coincided with Kota feeling the Force again. He would have felt excited about having slowly settled his center to the extent he could hear and feel the Force again if only what he heard and felt wasn't dark. The Force was spinning, churning, moving towards a destination that felt darker still. It was a spiral in which the Force itself seemed to scream in pain and warned him that something bad was about to happen. A ripple in the force was becoming larger and larger until the Force was shaking.

Something big had been in the process of happening and was about to happen.

Kota looked into the Force in meditation to see where these ripples were coming from, but he had been granted nothing. Nothing tangible, at least. In truth he saw things, images and sounds, of such variety and passing through his mind in such speed that he couldn't grasp even one image or understand one word.

All he felt that was that something bad was coming. Something massive.

Today was worst of all. The Force had stopped screaming and panicking today. Today it was as though the Force was holding its breath. The calm before the storm. The eye of a hurricane. The withheld breath before the plunge.

Kota felt sweat build on his brow as he continued pacing.

His attention was broken by the gentle sound of ships descending and landing firmly on their haunches. His hands twitched with the need to run out and ensure all was well, but his contract with Harbinger, to stay hidden and on their personal shuttle, restrained his hand. The only times he left were in disguise and when the army was too busy to take much notice of him. Kota was a professional. He knew what he had to do.

It wasn't long before the shuttle door opened followed by the distinctive sound of boots stomping up the platform. Followed by this sound was the gentler, heavier steps of a Wookie, and the marching of a droid.

"Boy!" Kota rushed into the room. "What happened?!" He at once needed and dreaded the answer.

Harbinger drew back, startled by the old man's greeting. He shared a glance with his Wookie bodyguard, who shrugged, before answering, "Nothing happened. The mission went smoothly. A few scratches, but nothing a nice paintjob won't fix. We scouted the area, but found nothing. Whatever had been there had already moved on, so it's nothing for us to worry about. What got into you?" Starkiller had noticed that his Jedi Advisor was growing antsy of late, but this was the most panicked he had ever seen him. Starkiller grew tense, wondering if something had happened while he was gone. "Did something happen here?"

"No. Thankfully not." Kota forced a breath. So the mission had gone fine.

"Then what is the problem? What's got you like this?" Starkiller wondered.

Starkiller nudged Kota aside gently, and passed. They entered the lounge and Starkiller unloaded his mask onto the holotable along with a few cumbersome layers of armor. He kept his under armor on, as it was a second skin to him and didn't weigh him down. He removed his black gloves and ran his hands through his growing hair. He brought his hands to his face when he noticed a smell, and after a quick sniff he realized something horrific.

"Have you been using my brush!?" Zaalbar looked at him confused, but Starkiller explained, "My hair smells like Wookie!" Realizing now what his problem was, the Wookie couldn't help laughing, which only made Starkiller angry. "I only have the one! Use your own! I don't care to smell like Wookie!"

Kota observed the exchange warily. He didn't care about their squabbling, as he deemed most of them childish to him in his old age, but rather there was something concerning.

"Boy." Kota said, "Do you mean to tell me you can't feel it?"

"Feel what?" Starkiller wondered offhandedly. His attention too drawn to the smug Wookie to care.

"The feeling within the Force. The tension."

Starkiller eyed his bodyguard one last time before giving his attention to Kota. "I feel the Force, old man. I'm a Sith. Kind of goes with the territory, you know. Did you get senile on me?"

Zaalbar left to do his own thing, most likely nap.

Kota shook his head. "No. I know you are a Force-user, that is not what I mean. I mean do you feel the Force?"

" Speak Basic please?"

"Okay imagine the Force is an ocean. Sure, you and I can dip our hands into it, and throw it around or pull some off only for it to return to the waters, but what I mean is can you feel it? How cold the ocean is? The saltiness of it? The color? The sounds? That is what I mean in terms of the Force."

"Err okay? Interesting perspective to have on it but, yeah, sure I can at times. I focus on the Force when I meditate or use it, and it helps."

Kota nodded. If Starkiller only focused on feeling the Force when he was actively using the Dark Side or meditating, then that was still something. Kota expected a bit more for the boy's talent, but he was still young, and this only showed he lacked some fundamental basics.

"Then I want you to take a moment and 'feel'. Just breathe and feel the Force. Tell me what you find."

Starkiller eyed him, but relented. He hadn't meditated much lately as he was always on the move, but more than that it would let him get the old man off his back. Starkiller sat on the ground cross-legged against a wall, pulled up his lightsaber, and meditated as he always had. He stared into the shimmering red blade and focused on the Dark Side.

What he felt was interesting.

"The Dark Side feels active. Focused. The Dark Side usually feels active to me, it is by its nature a very active energy, but it seems to be moving towards something right now. It has a goal, something to focus on " Starkiller squinted as he focused. "Not sure what else you want, but I will say this is unusual. I've never felt the Force move like this before."

Starkiller looked up at the pronounce frown on Kota's face. "Is that what you mean?"

"Possibly " Kota allowed. "Your Dark Side viewpoint is alien to me, as for me it feels like a base tension in the galaxy. You know how when you are in a calm you can feel a hurricane coming? ("No.") Okay how about dead silence in a person veiling extreme anger you know is there?"

"Sounds like Vader." Starkiller smirked.

"Then you can understand what I mean. It just it feels like something big is about to happen."

"You mean like your premonition that we would be working together?" Starkiller wondered.

"Similar. What I saw with you was an active glimpse, a glance at time. This is just a silent feeling within the Force that has been building. However I am just as sure of this as I was with you."

"Have you tried getting a glimpse of this 'something big' then?"

Kota nodded. "I've seen a few things, none of which make sense. Destruction on a large scale moons."

"The first thing comes with war, and the second is too generic for me to reply to." Starkiller sighed. "If you feel this bad about it, why don't you just continue meditating? Meditate, meditate, and meditate some more. Keep looking into the Force until you are satisfied. If I hear anything I will let you know, and I'll leave PROXY to make sure you take care of yourself."

Kota considered it, and smiled. "I guess that might help, but taking care of me and looking out for me? It sounds almost like you are starting to care for this old man."

Starkiller scoffed. "As if, I just need you off my ass." He stood and left.

Kota chuckled and shook his head in amusement. Whatever his reasons, the boy's advice was sound. Kota was just begrudged to meditate for long periods of time he was a man of action or planning, not of silent observing and feeling and patience. He needed something to put his mind to actively.

"Maybe a drink will help " Kota murmured.

Kota did as he agreed with Starkiller. He limited himself to a small drink for his nerves, and he meditated. Hours passed, with regular interruptions from PROXY to eat, drink, and poop. (PROXY's choice of words, not his.) With help from PROXY, the sound volume of the room he meditated in was dimmed to the point it blocked all sound from the outside. He meditated in silence. He heard, at first his own heartbeat, and then the heartbeat of the universe. He felt the living Force. He saw

And what he saw shook him.

Kota all but flew from his meditation chambers and left the ship. He blindly bumped, knocked over, and scrambled on top of anything in his path. Whether it be objects or people. Sweat fell from his skin like tears. His mind could not comprehend anyone he came across, any voice, nor that he was supposed to stay hidden. His entire consciousness fell into a single thought and a single objective.

The men he passed dropped everything they were doing and stared, believing they were seeing a ghost. While the numbers of their rebellion had grown to include men from the shadier side of life, many still were of his original band and knew him on sight. The shock of seeing their former general blindly trying to find his way through their base spread so fast a group of gossiping woman would be jealous.

All this time Kota did not help the situation as he was yelling out violently. "Boy! Boy! It is all come to an end!" He was so overcome with what he saw that a part of him did believe it to be the end. The end to what? Even he could not say. He was overcome of emotion to the extent of seeming drunken.

Finally men tried to grab him and keep him from hurting himself, after he mistakenly ran headfirst into a pile of crates and they fell around him, but he lashed out with his arms and with the Force. Nothing would stop him from finding his prot g . He could barely even recognize they were allies, as in his mind he saw them as Imperials.

This commotion and news drew Harbinger's attention, and he saw the crowd building. He felt the uncontrolled power being thrown around, and he saw it to be Kota. In a moment Starkiller felt betrayed, as Kota agreed to not show himself publicly. He felt afraid of what this moment would do to his rebellion and his revenge. He was angry, nay! Livid! Furious! But Starkiller was also feeling something he didn't fully recognize at first. He felt concerned for Kota was a professional, the man wasn't even a problem when drunk. And Kota was acting VERY unprofessional to the extent of breaking the one iron-clad rule he had placed over him. If Kota could hold to agreements and be reasonable even at a completely stone-cold-knocked-out-drunk-on-the-floor state then what the actual hell had Kota seen that would send him into a crazed frenzy like this?

Harbinger woke the Dark Side within him, jumped into the fray, and with his power pushed back against Kota to hold it back. Objects fell around them where Kota's power no longer was holding them up. The people stepped back, no longer trying to help intervene now that Harbinger had arrived. From the distance Harbinger saw Loser was standing on an alcove watching from above.

"Boy " Kota whispered weepingly. He fell to his knees. Starkiller wanted to give the man a tongue-lashing or yell at him, but seeing the man so suddenly broken stopped him. For some reason he felt himself choking on his own words till they could not come out. He could only listen.

"It is coming to an end!" Kota said.

"What is?" Harbinger finally managed to ask. "What did you see?"

Kota raised his head until his blind eyes looked up towards the younger man. "The Republic will have its beating heart torn from its chest and it will die. It will decay and become something dark something evil. It will become a galaxy filled mothers screaming for their children, for a war machine that stomps on the skulls of everything that isn't itself. The Dark Side will completely consume the Light, until there is nothing left. And the Light will all but die with it."

Kota panted heavily. He was violently shaking and started to hyperventilate. "The former hope is gone all that is left is a new hope. Go to Ultretch! Save her."

Kota fell on his face unconscious.

-Leia Organa-

Among the planets the made up the Empire there are three types based on proximity. The first layer was the core worlds, worlds where the Empire's hold was strongest. The core worlds, in the time since the Empire's rise, was predominantly human. That is not to say there were no other species, but they were not protected by the same laws and were steadily immigrating toward the outer layers of the Empire.

The third layer of the Empire were mostly non-human. The distance from the core worlds made security and law enforcement on a galactic scale more difficult to respond to in a quick manner. The Empire had less opportunity to enforce a racist regime where it had a much harder time supplying. The result is that non-human species migrated to the outer edges of the Empire towards where it was safer and more free. Free in the sense that while the same laws were there, the local governing body didn't enforce them. The result was that many planets had their differing laws from the Empire while continuing to pay homage to it, and this was something Palpatine largely allowed to continue as it was simply too much effort to enforce every law to the many millions if not billions of worlds all the way to the outer rim of the Empire.

Especially when their navy only consisted of 250,000 Star Destroyers at most.

No, better to keep secure borders, and enforce law where it was necessary.

Which brings me to the second layer, residing between the first two. The second layer of the Empire was a hotbed of political activity for its proximity between the ordered core layer and the lawless outer rim. It was a series of systems at just the right distance from Coruscant to be filled with local governments wanting to keep their independent customs and laws, while still being close enough for the Empire to enforce tyranny.

Among these systems was the planet of Ultretch.

Ultretch was a planet of many species, with a local government that was able to have its independence up till now due to its unimportance. The Empire hadn't cared about enforcing its racist regime there. At least until now. The Empire had stepped in, removed the local governor, and placed the standard Imperial laws that gave the human species their rights. While neglecting the aliens.

That is not to say Palpatine was so stupid as to outright banish alien species from the Empire or punish them for existing, but there was a very clear separation between them in security, in society, in law, in health care, in pay, and in every aspect of society one can imagine.

It was to this world Leia Organa had been assigned to work. Much like her father she was growing to be an ambassador of the Empire who strongly advocated peace and cooperation, even when it didn't always benefit the Empire the most. Her assignment had been very recent and she was already struggling to grasp the situation.

More or less there were peaceful riots.

Leia stepped out of the hovercar along with her stormtrooper escort. The assembly was easy to see, as it filled the streets for a great distance. Local law enforcement lined the streets, corralling the rioters to this one highway, and under the governors command was not taking hostile action.

Thankfully Leia found the local governor, while being more Imperialistic than she would like, was a man who was practical and wanted a peaceful resolution to this. He believed the people were upset and wanted a voice. As such this riot was allowed to happen. They would be allowed to yell and scream all they wanted.

Didn't necessarily mean they would be heard.

The riot was held back from reaching the governor's mansion by an armed blocked with tanks and multiple lines of Imperial stormtroopers. They were not the local police force. They were much better trained and geared, and were there to represent the Empire rather than the locals.

Leia's chief guard said, "My lady, hurry into the governor's mansion. This place is not safe!"

Leia eyed the stormtrooper and shook her head. "You think me scared of a few words?"

"It is not words we should be worried about." The soldier responded.

Leia motioned to the crowd before them, "I see no weapons. Tell me, what do you see?"

"A threat."

"I see people who just want to be heard." Leia returned. "They aren't here to fight, captain. They just want to say something."

"There are channels through which they can relay wha-"

"This happens to be one of those channels."

" Perhaps " The soldier replied uncomfortably. "I still think you should go inside. It is not safe here."

Leia sighed. She appreciated the work they did, but sometimes it seemed their brains had gone to mush over Imperial propaganda. She stubbornly stepped into the front of the soldiers, to which the captain failed to stop her from doing, and presented herself before the assembly. She smiled.

Leia didn t say anything, but she didn t intend to. She saw news anchors among the crowd, and amidst the hundreds of banners and signs she tried to find who the leaders of this group was. Ah well, she couldn't see who was leading the mass, but it didn t matter. Merely by standing there she could give a peaceful face to this side of the negotiation table, rather than the empty mask of a stormtrooper soldier. It was something that could be encouraging for everyone.

Sometimes just an acknowledgement of humanity or a smile could change something.

The captain finally managed to squeeze up to her and was about to protest, quite vehemently, how he would drag her physically into the governor's mansion should she not move her prissy little butt right the hell now. Only he stopped short when he saw one of the 'peaceful' rioters step out of the crowd to give a bottle of water to a soldier that looked weary.

Leia smiled at the sight. "Never seen a peaceful riot have you?"

The captain shook his head.

"There was this one I watched, I still remember it." She smiled further in memory. "There was what you usually see, a crowd protesting something, soldiers and law enforcement keeping them from overstepping, and from the crowd came this little girl handing out flowers to them. She was with her father, but she wanted to make sure every single one of them had a flower and a hug. Sometimes I've even seen the soldiers share drinks and stories with the protestor, mingle and laugh. People only talk about violent protests on the news because drama is what people like to gossip about. News only talks about violent protests because drama sells. But the reality is peaceful protests are much more common than people think."

The soldier said nothing, showed nothing, but also did not restrain the limited interaction going on around them. It could have been because he listened and understood. It could have been because of the news casters presence. Whatever his reason, let's not judge.

It was a short-lived moment, but it had to end at some point. The captain insisted once more, though in a softer tone, and this time Leia obliged. He placed a guiding hand behind her and they entered the Imperial line. The governor's mansion was on the steps before them.

She walked up the steps, but before she made it to the top step... a sound shook her world.

The stormtrooper captain collapsed next to her with a red sizzling hole through the back of his armor.

She hadn't heard the gunshot. She hadn't heard the impact of plasma on plating. She would never know the science of armor and the significance of it, for his armor would stop gunfire but sniper bolts were designed to penetrate. She did not know he had taken a blow meant for her by little more than chance.

All she knew was it was sudden, quiet, and surreal. Her brain hadn't time to become afraid yet.

Not until a tank exploded.

It was chaos. No one knew who was firing anymore or who to fire at. Stormtroopers fired in the general direction of where the missile came from while less trained soldiers aimed wherever they believed there to be terrorists. And since a few of the protesters pulled out guns...

It was a bloodbath.

Leia lost all composure in the sight of death. She ran, yelled for it all to stop, yelled for everyone to lower their guns. But it was far too late.

Another missile hit their second tank, this time glancing its side and not exploding it across the street. The tank crew was shaken, but quickly recovered, aimed its guns where the combatant was hiding in the window, and unloaded on them.

Leia heard pain filled groans come from where the first tank had exploded, and rushed in. She stooped down and held the first soldier to move or make a sound. He was covered in burns, but the armor had taken most of it.

"Are you alright?! Are you hurt!" Leia yelled amidst the screams. Meanwhile she yelled for a medic and for everyone to stop, just to stop firing for the love of God, but her attention was mostly on this one.

"Mostly shaken up... can't feel my arm." He groaned.

His arm was there. Leia didn't see anything but there was blood coming from it.

Leia assured him he would be okay, and grabbing his shoulders she hauled him to the wreckage to lean against. She didn't notice how she was being covered in blood, and if she did, she wouldn't have cared. All she knew was the hundreds of voices screaming in her mind was deafening, and she could all but feel the death of every man, woman, and child around her; whether they be Imperial, terrorist, or innocent.

A few feet away was a civilian unlucky enough to be caught in the blast, who was yelling for help. She got up to run, but something in the back of her mind stopped her.

Her skin tingled, the hair on the back of her neck rose, all of her attention turned towards something... something she couldn't explain. She didn't know how it could be she knew it was coming... but she raised her hand... silently wishing the missile coming for her to stop.

-Bail Organa-

Bail Organa sat in heated discussion with the Hutts. After many long months, after sweat and frustration and boundless obstacles and 48 hour days, he finally felt peace was within his grasp. The talks were not there, not by any means. It would be long before his work was done. But he felt the biggest hurdles were past.

The door to the meeting room swooshed open and rattled against the walls. Many of them jumped in alarm and their personal guards all positioned themselves.

Lord Vader strode in. Stormtroopers marched in all around him and readied themselves.

Organa was speechless. Vader had been... though less than pleasant in their time here. He was at least professional and did not interrupt an official meeting.

Did something happen? Oh, of course something did. The question was what?

"What is the meaning of this?" One Hutt demanded.

Vader ignited his lightsaber. "By the authority of The Galactic Empire, and of Emperor Palpatine, you are all under arrest for grounds to commit terrorism, funding terrorism, warmongering, and I won't waste breath on the small stuff."

The Stormtroopers immediately scrambled to arrest the Hutts, and while their guards tried to stop them, Vader choked all resistance literally and metaphorically.

As for Organa, he was shaken. All of his work, gone. But even that paled in comparison to what he saw coming.

Without the Hutts to provide some semblance of unity among the Cartel, the entire quadrant of the galaxy will splinter into pieces as their lieutenants squabble and fight for what remains.

Chaos. Anarchy. Bottled up rage and hatred under a regime of oppression released.

Death.

Organa stood to try and take control of the situation, but before the first word had escaped his mouth two soldiers grabbed him by the forearm. Vader turned his dark face on the Senator and said, "All of you... are under arrest."

To Vader's pleasure, the man lost all composure and the look of horror was... ecstasy. The man didn't resist. He didn't say a word. He simply dropped his head like a defeated and broken man.

Vader motioned away and the soldiers took the Senator away.

Vader strolled to the window. He didn't bother watching as the Hutts were forced to crawl at gunpoint. His attention was on the Hutt capital below.

And the Death Star to come out of hyperspace.

Note it is with this that the first major part of Marek of the Rebellion ends. There is more to come, but rather than make multiple fictions I'm going with one giant one.

I am also putting this on hiatus until I can figure out where I want the second "book" to go. And there is just too much going on in my life right now.

A few things I do have planned:
1. Leia will join the rebellion.
2. We discover what is on the mystery planet Leia gave them the coordinates to.
3. Harbinger reveals himself, and his rebellion, to the galaxy.
4. We start to take the fight to the Empire.
5. Ahsoka Tano.