Jeshi was troubled by overwhelming visions that night. Visions that didn't make any sense, but was all too real.

A large metal orb the size of a small moon had the final touches added. It looked Imperial in structure.

"What kind of weapon?!"

"A planet killer!"

"The power of this battle station is immeasurable."

"We call it the Death Star… there is no better name."

The metal orb hovering like a watchful eye over Jedha.

Multiple green beams protruding from a large metal disk, combining into a massive one. The green beam firing at the planet, going down, down, down… and striking the Holy City.

Millions of lives, of souls, gone in an instant.

His eyes shot open as if he had seen his master struck down by the dark lord himself. A planet killer… Death Star… Jedha was gone…

How long was he out? Groaning, he stood and left for the command room of the Great Temple. Once he approached, he heard someone speaking through one of the base's commlinks. "Cargo shuttle, readback please. What's going on out there?" The person on the other end was hesitant to answer. "This is an impounded Imperial ship. What's your callsign, pilot?" "Um…" There was a short silence. "I-it's, um…" Another pause. "Rogue?" The rebel that Jeshi was watching frowned suspiciously. "Rogue One." "Rogue One? There is no Rogue One!" A mechanical voice- a droid- spoke up. "Well, there is now." "Rogue One, pulling away." From outside, an Imperial cargo ship lifted from the ground and departed for an unknown destination. Ignoring this, Jeshi returned to his private quarters to brush up on lightsaber combat with some of his training droids.

As the minutes ticked by, Miranna was thinking about the Alliance's next move. This "Death Star" was probably too powerful, but she refused to let the rebellion scatter. All their work would have been for nothing. If it was up to her, she would keep fighting to the end. There had to be a weakness in that thing, there had to! Remembering Jyn Erso's words at the council, she smiled and muttered, "Rebellions are built on hope." That was when an announcement came up. "Attention, all pilots, please report to your commanders immediately. You have been redirected to Scarif. Pilots, you will be briefed by your squadron leaders on route. May the Force be with you." This got Kor's attention, who leapt to his feet and rushed to his fighter, donning his flight helmet along the way. Miranna smiled again. Hope had arrived.