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When Edallia left Milliways Bar after that first (and only) time that the door appeared, Ysanne contemplated informing her superiors.
For about one standard second.
She didn't have any evidence, aside from her own testimony and a bar napkin. Armand Isard's daughter or not (and really, more not; she had been answering to the name Edallia Monotheer since she was a teenager, to avoid the smack of nepotism or any possibility of favoritism), she was a young, relatively inexperienced field agent. If she went to a superior and told him that she had been to a magical bar, frequented by Jedi and non-humans and strange small women ... Well. If she were lucky, she would only disappear.
Ysanne Isard keeps her mouth shut, and time passes. She gives up Edallia Monotheer for her own name, her own eyes, her own hair. She gains the ear of the Emperor himself and takes the reins of Imperial Intelligence for herself. She watches her father get dragged away for treason, and she smiles. She has the Lusankya built and secreted away beneath the Coruscant surface, she designs a curriculum of torture and brain-washing, she sees the second Death Star explode even when she closes her eyes, she stages a coup and takes control of her Emperor's Empire from the incompetent fools on the Council.
She watches them bleed, and she smiles.
She nearly forgets about the Bar at the End of the Universe.
She willingly gives up Coruscant, diseased and rotting from the inside out, to the Rebels. She sets up shop on Thyferra, and -- she does the unthinkable.
She loses.
To Wedge Antilles and a motley band of ex-Rogue Squadron members and helpers; she loses to a bunch of X-wing jockeys. To nobodies. They strip her world from her, her Super Star Destroyer and all of her plans, and in the end, they kill her.
Except they don't.
Ysanne Isard is not dead.
For about one standard second.
She didn't have any evidence, aside from her own testimony and a bar napkin. Armand Isard's daughter or not (and really, more not; she had been answering to the name Edallia Monotheer since she was a teenager, to avoid the smack of nepotism or any possibility of favoritism), she was a young, relatively inexperienced field agent. If she went to a superior and told him that she had been to a magical bar, frequented by Jedi and non-humans and strange small women ... Well. If she were lucky, she would only disappear.
Ysanne Isard keeps her mouth shut, and time passes. She gives up Edallia Monotheer for her own name, her own eyes, her own hair. She gains the ear of the Emperor himself and takes the reins of Imperial Intelligence for herself. She watches her father get dragged away for treason, and she smiles. She has the Lusankya built and secreted away beneath the Coruscant surface, she designs a curriculum of torture and brain-washing, she sees the second Death Star explode even when she closes her eyes, she stages a coup and takes control of her Emperor's Empire from the incompetent fools on the Council.
She watches them bleed, and she smiles.
She nearly forgets about the Bar at the End of the Universe.
She willingly gives up Coruscant, diseased and rotting from the inside out, to the Rebels. She sets up shop on Thyferra, and -- she does the unthinkable.
She loses.
To Wedge Antilles and a motley band of ex-Rogue Squadron members and helpers; she loses to a bunch of X-wing jockeys. To nobodies. They strip her world from her, her Super Star Destroyer and all of her plans, and in the end, they kill her.
Except they don't.
Ysanne Isard is not dead.