A/N: Yes, I know I have a bunch of other stories going on but this is what happens when you have the attention span of a gnat and an overactive imagination. So, I've been working on this idea alongside my other stories for a while now and have quite a few chapters written out. I'm a total sci fi nerd/geek so this story is the result of that. I hope you all like it and don't worry, I promise I'll be finishing all my stories, even if it will take a while since they seem to get more and more convoluted every time I sit down to write out another chapter LOL…

A/N2: As if it were necessary to mention but here we go. I don't own anything but I'd be happy to babysit Damon if he ever gets to be too much in one of his darker moods LOL…

A long time ago, in a galaxy not so far away…

The woman stared out into the darkness of space, watching as the fleet of destroyers converged on the small satellite. She saw the flash of lights, indicating they were powering up their weapons and moments later she watched them fire. The satellite disappeared in an explosion of light, the screams and pain of the dying slamming into her, bringing tears to her eyes.

She continued to stare as the smoke and dust cleared, debris floating away from the center of the explosion the only evidence of a once-proud race, and the tears she had been holding back rolled down her cheeks. The satellite was gone along with the last of her people. Destroyed in the blink of an eye. And for what? For nothing.

"Not for nothing, sister," a feminine voice whispered. She turned to look at the woman sitting next to her.

"Nothing is worth this, Lei," she replied. Her sister shook her head.

"You're wrong. You are the last hope this Galaxy has," Leianhwe said.

"No, I am nothing," she whispered.

Leianhwe glared at her. "Don't you dare," she hissed. "Don't you dare make their sacrifice meaningless!"

"Lei, I can't do this anymore," she whispered. "I've been fighting for too long. And for what? Look," she said gesturing to the view before them, "everything I fought for is dead!"

"No! They aren't. There are hundreds, thousands of worlds who depend on us. How many would have died if not for the Rebellion? How many would have perished if we hadn't ensured food and aid? How many would have died at the hands of Emperor and his lackeys if it weren't for us?" Leianhwe was almost screaming by that point.

"I have been fighting for two pakin thousand years," she snarled. "Don't you lecture me! You've only been around for a hundred of those years and you have no fucking idea! I have watched my best friends die. I have held them in my arms as their life slipped away and all because they listened to the foolish ramblings of an old man who convinced them that I would be the one to bring down the Empire. Well, look at that, it's been two thousand years and we're still at square one!"

"You are a fool! No one died for you! Everything we sacrifice is so that one day our children, our descendants may breathe free air and not have to live in terror!" Leianhwe shouted. "And you are the one who has always kept us going, giving us the hope and strength we need to get in those fucking ships every day and fight! You survived the Emperor," she whispered. "You were locked up in a cell and tortured for decades and yet you survived. You escaped and you showed us that we didn't have to take it lying down, that we could fight!"

She laughed, a sound that was chilling and menacing. She looked at Leianhwe, anger overtaking the sadness in her eyes. "He will pay for this," she snarled. "Karecjin Al'Vyratin will pay with his blood. I will not rest until he lays dead at my feet, his heart in my hand and the Dvasji Galactic Empire in shambles."

Leianhwe nodded her head. She had hated being so harsh with her sister. She couldn't imagine what she had been through and she knew it was because of her that most of them were alive. But she couldn't let her give up. The fate of too many rested in her hands. A part of her had known the woman who was the Rebellion's symbol of hope and freedom would not give up but seeing her sister so emotionless had scared her. But she was back and she knew it was only a matter of time before the Emperor fell.

"We'll have to go into hiding," Leianhwe voiced what they both knew out loud. "Someone betrayed us and they got too close this time. We will have to hide until the traitor is found."

Her sister nodded and looked down at the controls. She brought up a star chart of a distant quadrant, a solar system with eight planets and a yellow sun being displayed prominently. "Ramsjehin once told me, many years ago, that there would be a time when I would have to hide. He told me that this is where I needed to go," she said with a whisper, pointing to the blue and green planet that was third from the sun.

Leianhwe nodded. "Then that's where we shall go," she said softly as she began to punch the coordinates into the nav-computer. "Do not worry, sister. Our people will one day be avenged," she whispered as the ship turned, the engines whining, indicating the hyper-drive was powering up. Seconds later, they were streaking through space, on their way to a completely unknown planet and an uncertain future.