A/N: Spoilers for Rogue One. If you haven't seen it, please do when you can. I tried to avoid heavy spoilers and focus on a PoV instead. However, there is a huge spoiler. This is my very first Star Wars fanfiction and it will take practice to get the view point I wanted right. This is not beta'd by Mystic 777, nor has it seen any other beta. However, a huge fan did do a read through for me. Thanks very much.
The Legacy of Rogues
She had the gall to do the unthinkable. She had come over her enemies and won, even in her defeat. She had the bearing of someone that could have been troublesome. She had no fear. Or if she did, she did not stop in the face of challenge.
The final communication from the Station had been the hidden plans of the Death Star and it's convenient weakness. The Station had already been in position and firing when the girl had flipped that switch.
The Sith Lord, Darth Vader, sat in his chamber and reviewed the final holograms of a desperate woman lying to achieve her aims. Long ago, he might have found her a worthy comrade. He would not have to seek out this foe and dispatch her. He could only be pleased that this Jyn Erso was already dead.
"Lord Vader, there is a report on the pilot you've been seeking. We're in pursuit." An officer reported from the bridge. Thoughts broken, Vader paused the playback of those troublesome holograms and moved from his position to a full standing.
The Legacy of Rogue One was the pilot who had pursued his target and taken aim at the Empire's greatest man made weapon. Though it wasn't the Force, the cost to build it had exceeded more than the few paltry sums of men on the Death Star's decks.