A/N: due to a mistake on my part, I uploaded this to AO3 two days ago and forgot to upload it here! my bad, so sorry!

But yeess, we finally see Ahsoka! Spoilers ahead, therefore, for the first season of Star Wars Rebels (I tried to kinda merge the canon a little bit) but I wrote the first draft of this chapter before the finale of Season 2, so I'm just (kinda) presuming that Everything is Fine?

Anyway, I tried to put in a lot of character development and stuff in this chapter so I hope you enjoy! Banter & dialogue scenes are my favourite to write :)

6 – Crystal Visions

"Boy."

"Kota – I, uh, need to speak to you. Privately." Galen eyed the crowded hangar. Their team had been getting to work, fitting starfighters with fake transponder codes and making sure they would stand their ground in a firefight. Juno was overseeing the upgrades, holding several datapads and directing workers to their assigned ships. She didn't see him looking, and Galen took the opportunity to gaze, just a little bit longer.

Kota frowned, and motioned with his head in Juno's direction.

"Juno?"

Galen nodded. The Jedi ran a hand over his brow, and sighed.

"Over here, then."

They found a sheltered alcove in the hangar, some distance away from the rest of the workers. Kota folded his arms and fixed Galen with his blind glare.

"Well?"

"I need your help, Kota. I've been getting these – these visions. At least, I'm fairly certain they're visions of some sort. They seem too...real, to close to home, to be dreams." He swallowed. "I – I don't know what to do with them.

Kota frowned. "Hmm. What did you see?"

Galen recounted his dreams, the one he'd had the previous night, and countless others that had only just started making sense. Once he had finished, Kota was scratching his chin thoughtfully.

"I would be wary," he said, "They could just be dreams, but coming from a powerful Force-user like you, I suspect it's something more. You say – you say you saw a city burning? Any particular landmarks or distinguishing features that we would recognise?"

"No," Galen shook his head. "No, there was nothing. Nothing that I would recognise, anyway."

"Pity," muttered Kota, "It could give us a clue on where the Empire is strengthening its grip. Or planning something horrible." The old man trailed off in thought for a moment, before snapping back to the present day. He fixed Galen with a shrewd glare.

"And you dreamed of Juno?" It wasn't really a question.

Galen nodded. "I wonder if she's in danger. Something has felt...different about her presence. I can't figure out what it is."

Kota frowned. "You haven't been able to sense if anything is wrong?"

Galen looked at Kota, alarmed. "No, I – why, what have you seen? Is there something I'm missing?"

"No – calm down, boy, we don't want to cause a scene." Kota hissed, gesturing to some nearby pilots clad in orange jumpsuits, glancing nervously in their direction.

"I haven't detected anything...wrong, in the Force, regarding Juno," continued Kota, "Although I'm sure she would tell you in time if anything was wrong, I don't know." The older man gave a gruff shrug.

Galen rolled his eyes. "Great, 'wait and see', then. That's what Juno suggested. It's not much to go on, Kota."

General Kota sighed. "I know, boy. But the Force is tricky to understand at the best of times, I can't pretend to know everything. And if something is up with Juno, then it's not my place to find out."

As usual, the old Jedi was probably correct. The fact did not stop Galen from worrying – quite the opposite, actually – but he was, at least, reassured that he seemed to have time to figure out whatever was wrong.

He glanced over once again to where Juno was standing. She was wearing the same troubled expression as when he'd first met her off her ship, several days previously. He'd give a million credits to know what she was thinking. He was thoroughly enjoying being back with her, but he wondered what had happened in the time that they'd been apart.

"You're worried about her." Emotions were difficult at the best of times to hide from Kota, and today was no different.

"Yes." Galen braced himself for Kota's usual lecture, but it never came. The old man merely frowned pensively.

"Have you tried...talking to her?"

"Have I tried t- yes, of course I have! She just deflected my questions, I-I didn't want to force her to tell me anything." Galen folded his arms, staring at his boots. Kota exhaled loudly.

"Well, I don't know, boy. Matters such as...this..." He waved an arm, vaguely; clearly embarrassed, "...are not exactly my area of expertise."

"That much is obvious," muttered Galen, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "But...thanks, Kota. I appreciate the advice."

"Hnmph. I should hope so."

Galen watched as the older Jedi loped away, presumably to do whatever Kota did in his spare time. Despite having worked together for the last four or so years, Rahm Kota was still an immensely private man, and a mystery to Galen. He was always willing to knock him down a peg or two, which Galen privately admitted that he needed sometimes. But behind the sarcastic façade, there was a deep-rooted anger which Galen had never been able to pinpoint. He wasn't the curious type, so he had never asked; the one time he had brought up the Clone Wars whilst on a mission, Kota had shut him down immediately and the subject had been dropped.

Galen wondered if he would ever fully understand the man. Instead, he shrugged, and clipped his lightsabers onto his belt – the Rogue Shadow still had a functioning training room, and he liked to use it at least two or three times a week. On Hoth, there wasn't much need for his lightsaber, but he liked to keep himself in shape. That, at least, was something he could fully comprehend.

Juno looked over at the working engineers with a small sense of pride. Coming from the Empire, she was nothing if not efficient. Leia had delegated to her the task of assigning the various different mechanics and engineers of the team – plus some others that had offered to help – to the assortment of ships they had at their disposal, to make sure they were all in top condition. The workers included as part of Leia's plan also had the extra mission of changing the transponder codes of each ship, so that they didn't come up on Imperial scanners as Rebel ships. Of course, with closer inspection into the records, each ship still could be vaguely identified as a Rebel vessel, if you took into account the make, model, and how up-to-date the Imperial's records were, but Juno calculated the risk would be minimised by at least 95.8% with false transponder codes.

Yes, she was nothing if not efficient.

"Excuse me," a voice came from behind her, "It's Captain Juno Eclipse, isn't it?"

Juno turned to see a red-skinned Togruta standing there. She nodded, a little flustered. Ahsoka Tano was, after all, somewhat of a legend amongst the Rebel Alliance. They had met, briefly, once before when Juno first took the helm of the Salvation II.

"Yes," she replied, "Please, call me Juno."

Ahsoka nodded once. "I just came to see how we were getting on. Leia asked me to 'keep an eye' on everyone, but I felt a little bad sneaking around and spying on people. So, it's nice to meet you. It has been...some time since I last worked on a team as big as this."

She sounded a little sad, but didn't elaborate. Her features were smooth and impassive – Juno had only had the pleasure of meeting one other Jedi before, and Ahsoka was the exact opposite to Kota's gruffness.

"It takes some getting used to," Juno agreed, thinking back to when she had first taken command of the Salvation all those years ago. From elite fighter squadrons and stealth missions to being at the helm of a massive freighter, it had been a bit of a culture shock.

"Well, it seems that you're doing a good job so far," the older woman said, smiling. Juno felt herself blushing.

"Thank you," she muttered, looking back at her datapad. Ahsoka raised an eyebrow.

"I mean it," she said, "These workers, they trust you. And you listen to them. It's what any good leader should have."

"Hmm," replied Juno, "I sometimes wonder if they do actually trust me. You know, ex-Empire and all that."

Ahsoka frowned. "Is this because you trained in the same Academy that the Rebels want to destroy, on Corulag?"

Juno shrugged. "Kind of. It's always bothered me, a little. To most, it seems I'll always be associated with the Empire."

"Maybe for some," assured Ahsoka, gently, "But I don't think the Alliance would put you in command if they didn't trust you. You gave an excellent speech about that at the inauguration ceremony of the original Salvation, if I remember correctly."

Juno gave a short laugh. "I was so nervous. My hands were shaking so much, I felt like I was going to drop my notes." She paused for a moment, thinking back to that time. It didn't feel like over four years. She hadn't been in such a good place, back then.

Ahsoka appeared to notice her hesitation. "Things are better now, aren't they?"

Juno smiled tightly, unsure of where the conversation was heading. "Yes. I'm more confident now. I've got..." Her eyes flickered over to where Galen and Kota were having a conversation. He obviously didn't think she had noticed him gazing at her, but she had. She felt a sudden urge to be near him. "...people I can trust," she finished lamely. Ahsoka raised an eyebrow – or facial markings that essentially counted as eyebrows – and quirked a smile.

"Right," she said, drawing out the vowel. Juno detected a hint of sarcasm, and felt herself going red.

"Are we...that obvious?"

The Togruta shrugged. "Not to most. But – well, I used to be a Jedi. I'm used to noticing these things. Just..." A serious expression returned to the former Jedi's face. "...just be careful. You're going to have a lot to deal with in the coming months."

Juno nodded, uncertainly. "Er – thank you." She was about to ask Ahsoka to elaborate when her datapad bleeped at her, signalling an incoming message.

[Captain, something urgent has come up. Are you free later? I'll be in the mess hall.

- Leia]

"Trouble?" asked Ahsoka, eyeing the datapad. Juno nodded grimly.

"Sounds like it," she sighed. "I'll worry about it later. In the meantime, I really should be getting back to my duties. It was nice speaking with you." She shook hands with the Togruta before hurrying away, hoping no-one was watching as she walked over to the Rogue Shadow. She wondered, distantly, how much Ahsoka knew.

Ahsoka Tano watched the young Rebel captain disappear, a sad smile on her face. It hadn't been so long since she'd been that age, yet it felt like a hundred years since her time on the run after Order 66. They weren't memories she particularly enjoyed recalling.

She had been initially sceptical when Bail Organa had contacted her about a new 'Alliance to Restore the Republic', a few years back. She had kept a low profile after leaving Coruscant; she didn't need any more unnecessary drama, she'd told herself. It was only after a very close shave with the Empire on Malastare that Ahsoka finally decided to accept his offer. An advisory position, he'd said. Not a formal member of the Alliance.

Which had worked fine, for a time. She had been the point of contact for the young crew of the Ghost, back when the Rebels were still very much a secret and not nearly as militaristic as they were today. She'd grown rather fond of the ragtag assortment of people aboard that ship. Personally, she preferred their methods to all of the space battles and the dogfights. Small teams, working in secret, on the ground? That was where the fight was. You could kill as many stormtroopers and Imperials as you liked, but at the end of the day, you needed to convince the rest of the galaxy that you didn't mean any harm. You needed to show the people that it was the people they were fighting for, not ships or factories or power. Ahsoka knew her 14-year-old-Jedi self would have disagreed, but that was maturity for you. And the Clone Wars had brought maturity on very fast.

She sighed, picking up a spare datapad from a nearby crate and studying its contents. For an 'advisory' role, people – especially the Alliance higher-ups – did a very good job of not taking her advice. No matter how many times she had brought up the subject of how the old teams used to work, Mon Mothma would shake her head, Bel Iblis would frown, and the subject would be closed. Still, the young Princess seemed to take everything she had said to heart, judging by her newest plan. Ahsoka suspected that it was the girl's influence and the fact that she was Organa's daughter that persuaded the others, but she digressed. Leia had spark, and the motivation to do what she thought was right for the people, not just the Alliance bank account.

"I'm telling you, the inertial dampeners need looking at. I have the specs here, Galen. Just let me have a look."

Voices carried from the other side of the hangar, and Ahsoka – despite herself – found her curiosity piquing.

"You just want an excuse to tinker with the Shadow. They're fine, honestly. I checked them earlier."

"And who do you think was responsible for the Shadow's retrofits? Who flew this ship every day for the best part of a year?"

"I...Oh, fine. If it's necessary. Do what you must. I'll be in the training room if you need me..."

Ahsoka tried to hide a smile as she watched the exchange. Juno had – very subtly, she'll give her that – headed over in the direction of the Rogue Shadow, where the boy Marek had been leaning, arms folded. She had watched as his dark, closed expression brightened at the sight of Juno's approach. Her Force-enhanced hearing allowed her to hear bits of their conversation, although – to be honest – any idiot could work out what they were saying. Juno was brandishing a datapad at him, while he smiled on bemusedly. Despite the bickering nature of their conversation, it seemed good-natured. And from the little Ahsoka knew of Marek, he didn't smile very often.

It didn't mean she trusted him, though. She knew he was a potent Force-user, and although Kota had refused to tell her any more than that, she had the suspicion that his origins were less savoury than hers had been. Her mind flicked back to the many Inquisitors she had witnessed, the way they fought. She wondered if he had been the first of Vader's unusual brand of servant; an experiment gone horribly, horribly wrong. Whilst the Inquisitors she had fought used the Force like a tightly-reined whip, he used it like a sledgehammer, whirling and throwing and crushing his enemies. Granted, he was on their side, no doubt about that. No-one here hated Vader more than her except for Marek. But there was an unnerving power about him, a darkness that even Juno and the Rebels couldn't quite fight off.

It worried her. The fact that she could sense the child Juno was carrying worried her doubly, though. She knew from first-hand experience that the children of Force-users were naturally in serious danger, but Marek? He was one of the strongest Force-users she had ever met. What would his child be like? And, more importantly – how far would Vader go to use that child for his own means?

Ahsoka shook her head. She would keep a careful eye on the two of them. That was all she could do, for now. She certainly wasn't going to let Vader take another child, not ever.

It was later in the afternoon when Juno arrived in the mess hall, feeling harassed and rather tired. She had tried to escape earlier, but everyone seemed to want her attention. (Including one Galen Marek – they hadn't spent all that time apart just to ignore each other when they were together again.)

Sitting down at one of the long tables, she placed the stack of datapads she had accumulated in front of her, spreading them out so she could read them all. The mess hall was, thankfully, mostly empty, bar a few cadets and some engineers. She acknowledged them with a nod, and returned to her studies whilst she waited for Leia.

Her eyes focused on the words in front of her, but her mind kept drifting towards other matters. What could Leia want with her? She could only assume it would be to do with her precarious situation here at the base. People were bound to ask questions sooner or later, and Juno probably wouldn't be the best kind of message to send to the newer recruits.

She quietly fretted until she recognised Leia's droid, the blue-and-white one that had helped her and PROXY before, trundle happily through the doorway and make its way over to her. Its owner, Princess Leia herself, followed it not long after. Juno noted that she too looked a little hassled.

"Sorry for the confusion," Leia sighed, apologetically, "It's been a hectic couple of days." She sat down opposite Juno and closed her eyes for a moment, rubbing her temples.

"That it has," Juno agreed, feeling a pang of sympathy for the younger woman. She understood what it was like to be so young with so many responsibilities, but Leia had it worse than most.

The young princess tucked a strand of hair back into her elaborate hairstyle, and cleared her throat. "I received an unfortunate holo-call from Mon Mothma and the Alliance advisors last night," she said, lowering her voice so that the rowdy engineers on the other side of the hall wouldn't be able to eavesdrop.

Juno felt her spirits lower. "And..?"

Leia grimaced. "I didn't tell her anything, but she is definitely suspicious. You weren't supposed to be transferred until the Salvation II was scheduled to go into dry dock..."

"...which is three months from now," Juno finished, nodding.

"Yes," said Leia, "When I heard from the Salvation's medic, I didn't want you to just be discharged and thrown to the rancor. I apologise if this has caused any problems for you, Juno. I...admit it was a rash decision on my part."

She looked troubled, and Juno tried not to feel even guiltier about putting Leia in this position. She felt way in over her head, and it scared her. This had been troubling Juno for a few days now, on top of everything else. Being at the helm of a ship or in the cockpit of a fighter was comfortable; heading up espionage missions was something else entirely. She couldn't back out, though – the Rebellion was her home now, and she went where she was needed.

But what about when she wasn't needed?

Juno had not voiced these concerns to Galen, considering that she was the sole reason he was even in the Rebellion at all. And probably the reason he was still here, still fighting. The Rebel Alliance was good for Galen, despite his protests against their lack of organisation, bureaucracy and 'general incompetence'. After the childhood he had, he needed some sort of stability in his life that wasn't the Empire.

And she needed – well, she didn't know. Being pregnant had shifted her world view very dramatically over the past few days.

Instead, she forced a smile.

"Oh, don't apologise, Leia. I'm the one who should be apologising, I've – I've put you in such a terrible position with the Alliance."

"Juno." Leia frowned at her. "You're a valuable member of the Rebellion. And the Rebellion needs to look after its people, despite what regulations say."

"I suppose you're right," said Juno. She took a deep breath. "I would offer my resignation, if that would make things any easier for you. I don't want to be a burden on the mission, or the Alliance, and I don't want to put the mission in jeopardy."

Leia was shaking her head vehemently at these words. "Juno, you would be putting more people in danger if you resigned now, and you know it." She saw the expression on Juno's face, and softened her tone.

"I'm not going to stop you from leaving. I just want you to know that you play a valuable part of this rebellion."

Bowing her head, Juno nodded. "That means a lot to me, Leia." She remembered days of feeling like another cog in the Imperial machine – disposable, replaceable. Those days were over now, at least, and she had a part to play here. At least – well, at least until she was at full term. Then she would have to think about things.

"Until the time comes to leave, I will not let you down," she promised.

"I understand," said Leia, "Would you be leaving for good, or...?"

The question hung in the air, anticipating. Uncertainty gnawed at Juno's insides.

"I don't know. I just...a warzone isn't the right place to raise a child, surely. That's what I had, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Galen, too." She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "I haven't told him this," she added, quietly.

Leia nodded, sombrely. "Don't worry. He won't hear anything from me."

"Thank you. I'll tell him when I'm ready. But not right now."

Both women exhaled deeply, the difficult part of the conversation over. Leia's comlink beeped at her, and she sighed.

"Duty calls?" asked Juno. Leia nodded, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, as always. I have to go and meet Luke and the rest of Rogue Squadron. Something about patrols." She stood up, stretching. "Look out for yourself, Juno."

"You too, Leia. It was nice speaking with you."

Leia nodded, smiling, and left the room, her blue droid trundling after her. Juno smiled at the droid's apparent personality, comparing it to PROXY's. She would much prefer that kind of droid to the obedient, emotionless ones that were produced after a memory wipe.

She wondered what kind of things R2-D2 had seen in its life to have such a vibrant personality.

Shaking her head, she got up from her seat at the table and joined the queue for food. Her stomach rumbled angrily, and she realised with a jolt that she hadn't eaten since the morning. Such eating patterns were barely acceptable as it is, she thought to herself. Even less so as a pregnant woman. Juno filled her plate with an extra helping to make up for it, thankful that they were serving one of her favourite foods that day.

"Hungry?"

Juno jumped as Galen sat down opposite her, also carrying a tray of food. She swallowed the mouthful of food she had been savouring, and grinned sheepishly.

"Starving," she replied, going for another mouthful. He shook his head at her, a half-smile forming.

"You're ridiculous," he muttered, "Have you even eaten at all today?"

She didn't answer because she just taken a full mouthful of food, but Galen seemed to get the gist of what she was gesturing.

"Have you?" she countered, once she had finished chewing. He shrugged, guiltily.

"Uh...I might've had something, uh, early this morning?" At her frown, he recoiled. "Okay, so we're both as bad. I guess this whole regular-day-cycle-thing is new to both of us."

Juno nodded in agreement, taking another mouthful. She wasn't sure exactly what the cooks put in it, but it tasted wonderful.

As the mess hall filled up, they found themselves joined by a couple of the other recruits from Leia's meeting. Juno remembered Neve, the engineer, and was introduced to Gipp, a Barabel weapons expert. The reptilian woman seemed to be familiar with the group already, as she recognised Galen with a friendly nod.

"This one owess you," hissed the reptilian Gipp, jabbing a talon in Galen's direction. "You are the one who fixssed the transmitter."

"Uh," Galen had gone a little red, "Yeah, me and – and General Kota..."

"Well, this one was expecting some important newss from my family, but no other Rebelss were brave enough to go out in the storm and fixss it. This one would have done it, but this one is cold-blooded and would have frozen. This one regrets being assigned to Hoth, but that's another story." Gipp picked up a large piece of meat from her plate and swallowed it whole, chomping down with her many sets of teeth. "You have this one's thanks, Galen Marek."

Galen coughed, obviously embarrassed. Juno grinned.

"Is that true?"

"Yeah, it was – it was nothing. Just another day's work." He looked, in Juno's opinion, absolutely mortified – she wondered if he had ever been praised like that by anyone (barring herself and perhaps Kota and Leia). She was immensely proud, though. She nudged his leg gently with her boot, and their eyes made contact, briefly. His mouth twitched; he folded his arms defensively, but it was a million miles away from the cold, rude apprentice Juno had met five years previously.

Gipp grunted something that sounded close to acknowledgement, and continued chomping away at her food. Neve chuckled, and leant towards them.

"Don't worry," she whispered conspiratorially, "Gipp's like that all the time. It's not like she's sworn you a Wookiee life debt or anything."

Gipp glared at Neve. "This one can hear you. You are too loud, as alwayss."

The two continued to bicker – like an old married couple, Juno thought, and she distantly wondered if they were together – until Gipp narrowed her eyes at Juno.

"You," she said. "You are his mate?"

Juno was momentarily taken aback. "Uh...well, w-we, um..."

Neve clapped her hands together. "I knew it! You owe me five credits, Gipp."

"You were taking bets on whether Juno and I were - ?" Galen had his head in his hands, and now it was Juno's turn to go beetroot. Neve shrugged, casually.

"Eh. We knew you were sweet on somebody – I've been around this base long enough to know the look that comes on your face sometimes. When Captain Eclipse here showed up, well – easy enough to put two and two together."

"Right," said Galen, looking half-amused, and half-annoyed. Juno frowned.

"You won't...you know, tell anyone else, will you? I know it might be obvious, but it's not something we'd like to, um, broadcast everywhere." Juno glanced at Galen, who nodded in agreement.

Neve put her hands up. "Oh, don't worry about us! We won't tell a soul. Right, Gipp?"

"This one's lipss are sealed. If this one had lipss. Ssuch a funny human expresssion."

Juno smiled gratefully. She finished the rest of her meal in silence, listening to the stories Neve, Gipp, and some of the other recruits who had joined them, were swapping. It was nice to feel amongst equals again – whilst she was immensely proud of her crew aboard the Salvation II, there was always a separation between captain and crewmember. This, though, felt more personal. It gave her a similar feeling of rapport that she used to get when in the Imperial Academy; the lessons may have been brutal and the morals dubious, but there was always a certain sense of togetherness amongst the cadets. Perhaps, Juno thought wryly, that's why the Empire works so well. It's the "we're-all-in-this-together" kind of feeling that keeps people motivated, and not question where the orders are coming from. Or why.

"Credit for your thoughts?" Galen had nudged her leg with his own boot. She shook herself out of her daydreams.

"You'd need more than just a credit, Marek," she joked, cracking a smile. He snorted, quietly, and Juno decided that laughter suited him.

"Fair enough, Eclipse," he said, chasing the last of his food around his plate with a fork and smiling privately. Juno envied his contentedness – he worried about his visions, but she could see how comfortable he appeared around her and the rest of the Rebels. She wished she could share her burden with him – after the previous night, she was still feeling a little shaken. But she wasn't ready to tell him, not yet. She suspected he wasn't ready, either.

But will either of you ever be fully ready? The voice in the back of her mind whispered, sneakily. Juno didn't know. She pushed the thought away, and focused on finishing her food, tuning back in to the banter around the table.

Keep it together, Juno.

Cipher was worried. Not enough to contact their superiors for assistance, or extraction. But enough to add seven extra layers of security onto their datapad, and make sure all ingoing and outgoing transmissions to their comlink and datapad were (even more) heavily encrypted.

They had known that there would be Jedi on the team – Rebel scuttlebutt told them that, where Galen Marek went, General Rahm Kota would often follow, and vice versa. The Alliance favoured the pair because they often produced successful results, albeit with a little less finesse that would usually be expected from 'normal' spies and espionage experts. Rahm Kota was a powerful Jedi, but he was blind, and getting on in years. Galen Marek, admittedly, was extremely powerful, but lacked awareness of the galaxy around him, and was decidedly still very naïve.

Ahsoka Tano, on the other hand, was neither old nor naïve.

Cipher had heard, through rumours passed down through several different Imperial contacts, of Tano's exploits during the Clone Wars and thereafter. She had gone undercover after her departure from the Jedi Order, but had been easy enough to trace if you tried hard enough – and after the official birth of the Empire, she had all but disappeared from the records. Cipher had come across her name, once, on a different mission, and had found her story rather intriguing. Official Imperial records stated she was dead, along with the rest of the Jedi who had perished in Order 66. However, Cipher had noted the addendum on her file, giving a brief account of her trial and exile from the Jedi. Whilst she had not been convicted, she had nonetheless refused to re-join the Order. It was an interesting addition, suggesting, even at the time, that her story was not quite over.

It was only once Cipher had infiltrated the records of the Rebel Alliance that he had come across Tano again – this time disguised as 'Fulcrum'. Records were vague, but she had undoubtedly been behind many of the Alliance's victories. And now she was here, in person, on Echo Base. If anyone could sniff out treachery, it was her – and Cipher suspected, given her severed links to the Jedi, that she would not be merciful if she discovered Cipher's cover.

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