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Now that I'm not sick anymore, I have the next chapter of the Rebellion! Right behind schedule, as usual. XD Sorry it's so short.

Just warning you, things may get a little crazy next month. I'm going back to school, and just-a-little-star-wars and a couple of others (including me!) are planning an Obitine week on tumblr. I've set up a community with more information if you're interested!

Alright, announcements are over. Ladies and Gentlemen, honored guests, I would like to welcome you to Chapter 8 of the Rebellion!

"The results of this battle could be vital to this rebellion."

"I couldn't agree more." Although in casual dress, Duchess Satine Kryze was a commanding figure, drawn up to her full height. Weariness had just begun to set into her features, the stress of the Rebellion constructing the beginnings of a haggard look.

The flickering hologram nodded, understanding more than just her statement. Bail Organa, partner in crime to the Duchess, was identically used by stress in every way. There was a quick exchange of farewells, and the hologram sputtered and disappeared.

"You must know why they haven't contacted you with the results yet." A remark cruised in, courtesy of the shadows behind the Duchess.

Satine's knuckles stubbornly gripped the edge of the table, whitening, foam on the crest of a wave. "How long have you been in here?"

"Long enough." She heard soft footfalls approaching her. Soft, yet as far from delicate as humanly possible.

"I suspect the same as you, Bo. It's just..." Satine's bowed head shifted upwards, blue eyes searchlights peeping through the tangled thicket of displaced blonde hair. "I hope that isn't what happened."

"Just hope has never gotten anyone anything." The gutsy assumption was somewhat lackluster in Bo-Katan's hands. She had been frustratingly subjected to her sister's idealism for far too long to think this would have any effect on Satine.

"On the contrary, Bo-Katan," Satine refuted, as expected. She faced her sister, her features hinting something like amusement. "It is the foundation of our world."

"Where are you going?" Bo-Katan's voice chased the blonde duchess, now heading for the exit.

"Bails'. We have to prepare a presentation to persuade the former neutral systems to join the Rebellion. The information we're using is far too sensitive to be handled anywhere but in person."

Bo-Katan's arms folded over her chest, uninviting. It seemed their mutual concession to avoid their disagreement had been breached. "You're not giving up on this rebellion, are you?"

"How long have you known me?" Satine worked to muster a weak smile. "I have this somewhat self-destructive habit of avoiding giving up at all costs."

"Satine?" Something propelled Bo-Katan forwards. "Stop for a second and listen to me."

Her hand landed on Satine's shoulder, curly strands of that something stretching from her heart. Bo-Katan's eyes drilled into her sisters', descending into the ocean of buried blue. "Be careful."

Satine nodded, an air of gratitude bobbing in contrast to the tense scene. In a rare moment of agreement, the two sisters shared a smile.

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Everything blurred.

The galaxy almost seemed to cave in on itself, breaking as Bo-Katan numbly stared at the beeping comlink. Denial went in with a bucket of water, sloppily washing over all thoughts, creating tributaries to the gushing curses she had favored in her youth.

She wouldn't call me unless… Bo-Katan inhaled sharply, fingers blindly grabbing for the pulsating device.

"Bo-Katan!" Relief filled the nearly shrill exclamation, seeping into it and shaping it.

"What's wrong?" Bo-Katan strained to make head or tails of Satine's surroundings.

"Bail's place is deserted, and I- Bo, something's obviously wrong here."

"Get out of there then!" Panic began to sear Bo-Katan, blinding orange rays hitting bulls eyes.

"Yes, certainly, just-" Uneasiness whipped her sister around, peering through the dark cloak of anxiety weighing down her shoulders.

"Satine, what's going o-" Bo-Katan stumbled, tripping over herself mid-sentence. Satine suddenly crumpled to the floor, a marionette whose strings were cut left to vibrate with pitchy echoes.

Then there was a gravelly voice, gasping for air in the deep ocean of tinny qualities brought on by what could only be a Mandalorian helmet.

"Well. This is a nice little catch for Vader."

Faster than she could blink, his blaster tossed a spark at the comm. A blue flash hurtled at the commlink, forcing itself through sharp speed and bleeding a jolting bang. The call blinked, then went dead, earsplitting noise pooling at its feet.

Seemingly of its own accord, Bo-Katan's arm swept her messy desk. Framed in the varied noises of her belongings crashing to the ground, Bo-Katan took her head in her hands.

Sparkling softly, a glint caught her gaze from the corner of her eye. Her hands dropping, Bo-Katan turned her head to see a now broken piece of glass. She stared, in a state of unmoving shock, at the reflection of her eye staring back at her. Haunted. Wide. Conflicted in emotion that could only be natural.

Bo-Katan was alone.

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