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Things get worse before they get better, but a few months after the fall of Courscant and Grand Admiral Thrawn is over and done with.
But then the Emperor is reborn. Then defeated.
But then a new enemy moves in.
And another.
And another.
It doesn't end.
Sometimes she's on the front lines, watching as planets are bombarded and ships are eaten away by turbolaser fire. Sometimes she doesn't leave HQ, buried under battle statistics and reports from undercover agents. Sometimes she's stuck in bacta tanks with broken ribs, blaster scorches, stab wounds. Sometimes she gets a day to breathe, maybe two if she's lucky, but never more than that. Visiting her family is out of the question, and she barely even remembers to call on holidays.
She barely even remembers the holidays themselves.
Come 13 ABY she's broken her leg once, her arm twice, been shot and stabbed six times, and, if you believe certain sayings about bacta, has a lot smoother skin.
13 ABY marks four years without Milliways.
13 ABY finds her part of Ackbar's taskforce to recapture the Chimaera. She's on some ship she's forgotten the name of, loaned out to some commander who's short on personnel. Still with her arm in a sling from being shot in the shoulder, not doing any good other than getting in the way and frustrating herself. Can't fly, can't fight, can only keep track of the battle and losses and gains along with twenty other people who can do it two times as fast as she can. So she just sits at a terminal and presses keys and commands as fast as she can with her good arm, listening with one ear to the orders being thrown across the deck.
There's something, a warning, and she looks up just in time for the ship to rock violently. Alarms go off, lights flicker, and she's being pushed out of the command center and running down some hall and shoving through the door to the bridge and ending up somewhere completely different.
But then the Emperor is reborn. Then defeated.
But then a new enemy moves in.
And another.
And another.
It doesn't end.
Sometimes she's on the front lines, watching as planets are bombarded and ships are eaten away by turbolaser fire. Sometimes she doesn't leave HQ, buried under battle statistics and reports from undercover agents. Sometimes she's stuck in bacta tanks with broken ribs, blaster scorches, stab wounds. Sometimes she gets a day to breathe, maybe two if she's lucky, but never more than that. Visiting her family is out of the question, and she barely even remembers to call on holidays.
She barely even remembers the holidays themselves.
Come 13 ABY she's broken her leg once, her arm twice, been shot and stabbed six times, and, if you believe certain sayings about bacta, has a lot smoother skin.
13 ABY marks four years without Milliways.
13 ABY finds her part of Ackbar's taskforce to recapture the Chimaera. She's on some ship she's forgotten the name of, loaned out to some commander who's short on personnel. Still with her arm in a sling from being shot in the shoulder, not doing any good other than getting in the way and frustrating herself. Can't fly, can't fight, can only keep track of the battle and losses and gains along with twenty other people who can do it two times as fast as she can. So she just sits at a terminal and presses keys and commands as fast as she can with her good arm, listening with one ear to the orders being thrown across the deck.
There's something, a warning, and she looks up just in time for the ship to rock violently. Alarms go off, lights flicker, and she's being pushed out of the command center and running down some hall and shoving through the door to the bridge and ending up somewhere completely different.