~PROLOG~
Bree Dawntreader watches the blue expanse of hyperspace from the cockpit of her YT-1300. One of her R2 units beeps at her.
Bre- Not long until we reach the edge of the western reaches.
The Droid continues his navigating duties. Drowsy, Bree shuts her eyes, falling asleep.
Snoke, VO- There has been an awakening, have you felt it?
Bree jolts awake, the ship is pulled out of hyperspace. Before her is a multi breaking wave configured ship. A very large ship.
Her Droid beeps. Outside she sees a silander about 100 meters long. Bree feels a tug on her ship, a tractor beam is pulling them into a hangar of the other ship.
Bre- I've got a bad feeling about this.
She shuts everything down on the control board and heads to the living area.
As the YT-1300 lands in the hangar, Bree readies her blaster. Footsteps of large beings are heard coming up the ramp.
She fires her blaster toward them. Once they appear she stops. Surprised by a very ghastly appearance, practically walking skeletons. The large skeletal male beings spread out. Bree attempts to Force push them, but is hit by their version of a stun beam. One of the warriors looks at his commander.
The commander nods his head and Bree is taken away. She awakens hours later, on a mattress on the floor. Her prison is a large room with a shower and toilet/sink area.
Several bodies are strewn about. In a corner of the room, sits a young male Chiss, about her age, huddled on the floor. Bree gently approaches him. He looks up at her, fear in his red eyes.
Bre- Do you know why we are here? What is your name?
Nar- I… am Narin, I used to navigate for my people. Until my ability faded. I was to be assigned to the ruling family Irizi.
Bre- Bree. So the walking skeletons use Force sensitives to navigate?
Nar- Yes. If that's what we are considered. I've been here since I was 13. 15 years. Our enemy calls themselves Grysk. They have a hub somewhere far off, don't know where.
His body begins to shiver. Bree reaches out with the Force.
The enemies aboard obviously did do some psychological damage. She sees terrifying visions through the Force.
Bre- You're Chiss right? My people have little info on your people. How many of your species are aboard?
Nar- Besides me? My best guess is thirty. The Grysk target my people. If our best officer had not been slapped in the face for a preemptive strike, I would be an ambassador, not awaiting death.
Bre- What other species are aboard?
Nar- Squib, Human for the majority, not sure for the minority. Enemies are Grysk, Agbui, Kilji and Vangarii. In all, 100,000 warriors and about a million civilians.
Bre- Captives?
Nar- Between 100 and 300, minimum, maybe more. I have heard the Grysk stole an ancient nomad ship.
Bre- Are we able to get to this ship?
Nar- Of course. However, it will take a while to get to it on foot. It's on the other side of this Grysk Dwelling ship. Highly dangerous.
His fear begins to subside.
Bre- Do you know where the captives are?
Nar- Yes. The Grysk Dwelling cruiser is 90,000 to 100,000 meters long, our fellow captives are 5 kilometers away. If we are going to free them, it will need to be soon. I think the Vangarii has a creature that is excellent at tracking, more are about to be delivered.
Bre- What did our enemies do to you? Do you have trouble sleeping at night?
Nar- They alter dreams and memories. The chanting they do to alter the mind… Grysk train me to become one of their warriors; a specific chant is used for that. I don't know what will happen after that. I had seen prisoners fight each other, the Grysk had ordered them to. So my guess is no free will.
Bre- So sorry. Have you made attempts to escape?
Nar- I can only get a little sleep at night. Night terrors happen even though I'm in adulthood. I have tried to escape, but to no avail. Everything gets worse, they punish me further.
Narins confidence begins to swell. From what he has told her, Bree gains a little more assertiveness.
Bre- If we have been separated from other captives then that could mean our enemy intends to kill us. We better get out of here.
Nar- Correct. My most recent attempt to escape was a few weeks ago. Well, not of my own intent. A group was causing trouble and I took advantage of the situation.
Bre- The situation went south then?
Nar- Yes. I've been here ever since.
Bre- Are you up to one last escape attempt? Together we can get further.
Nar- One last time. Together. We will make our way to the stern. Freeing the other prisoners. If you're game.
Bre- Absolutely. No one will be left. Also we can get datafiles to give to the Chiss military. Their darkness can not make its way to Coruscant.
~ 3 MONTHS LATER~
~PART ONE: THE REBEL ALLIANCE~
Gathered in one of the hangars of the Vindecator, Narin and Bree watch the little over 500 captives mingle along with 500 Droids they were able to rescue.
Nar- Glad the nightmare is over.
Bre- Yes. Slythor has informed me that he had ordered a short jump in hyperspace moments ago, and we are now in open space.
Nar- We are officially free now.
Narin ponders how things changed drastically. A week earlier, they were prisoners, now they're free. When they were able to get their hands on datapads, he and Bree filled out legal marriage documents.
Bree's and Narin's comlinks ding. They answer.
Sly- Come to the bridge conference room, someone has something for you.
Bree and Narin make their way to the conference room.
In the conference room, Slythor and an elderly woman stand at the foot of the table with two boxes. Both Narin and Bree head to the end of the table. The elderly woman opens the boxes.
Inside are white Chiss uniforms and epaulets from the Squib sit neatly on the tunic.
Narin slides the uniform box toward himself.
Nar- I accept. Now I'm Nari'nuru.
Next, the elder turns her head to Bree
Bre- I…. am only a civilian.
Elder- You aren't a civilian any more. You're now a General. Will you walk the warriors path?
Bre- Yes.
The Elder slides Bree's uniform toward her.
Both Narin and Bree carry their uniforms to their quarters and set them on the bed.
Bre- Part of your name was stripped from you.
Nar- When you reach flag officer rank, your ruling family name is taken from you because your duty is fully to the Ascendancy.
Bre- Oh.
Nar- Now my duty is to the Ascendancy and the Vindecator, not to the ruling family Irizi. I have chosen to be a loyal son of the Ascendency.
He rests his hands on the uniform.
Nar- I suppose I will change and command the bridge.
Bre- No problem.
Soon, Bree heads to the hangar. Not too long after she arrives, a human male in a worn pilot jumpsuit comes up to her.
Male Crewmember- So we are heading back to the rim worlds to fight the Empire, right?
Bre- Sorry we will never be joining the civil war. Out here is where the crew of the Vindecator is needed, not fighting the Empire.
Male Crewmember- Sure I can't change your mind?
Bre- It won't change.
Male Crewmember- At least give me a reason.
Bre- Each Star Destroyer has roughly 40,000 crew aboard. How many do you think the Alliance has destroyed?
Male Crewmember- More than 100.
Bre- That means more than 4,000,000 have perished. Not to mention ground combat.
He turns sharply with his lips compressed and heads to a surplus Grysk shuttle, and leaves.
Bree makes her way to the lift as Vindecator makes a jump to hyperspace.
A couple of hours later, in their quarters. Kitchen area, table set up for a fancy dinner. View of stars outside of the viewport. Narin looks the table over and then out the viewport.
D7 comes up to him with a fancy glass container with Muja. The Droid sets it at the center of the table.
D7- Is everything to your liking?
Nar- Yes, thank you. We won't need any more assistance for the night.
The Droid nods and shuffles away.
Narin turns his head towards their bedroom. Bree exits the room wearing a long green silk robe with gold trim.
She comes over and sits down at the table and Narin joins her.
Bre- A fancy dinner?
Nar- Yes. It is a formal dish that one of my caretakers made for my star day during my time as a Sky Walker.
Bre- Finally some real food.
Nar- Indeed.
He pours themselves some Muja, both raise their glasses.
Nar- To our new command.
Bre- To our new command.
The next morning, Narin slowly wakes up on his back, Bree's back facing toward him on her left side. He turns to lay on his left side and moves over. Narin puts his right arm around her.
The warmth of her bare back on his bare chest brings him some peace. D7 barges through the door. Narin glances over at the Droid.
D7- Inventory has been completed. We need some supplies.
Bre- Thank you D7.
D7 hands the data pad over to Narin. Narin sits up and looks at the screen.
Bree clutches the sheet to her chest, sits up and looks at the info with Narin.
Bre- What is it? I'm not familiar with this.
Nar- The fluid can be used for breachers and plasma spheres.
Bre- It'll be helpful to Chiss forces, however, we have to pick it up at a space station that is a thoroughfare for the Rebellion and Empire.
Nar- I guess we better get the plasma before they do. Let's get dressed and get to it.
Narin gives Bree a gentle kiss on her temple. Both grab their night robes on bed side tables as D7 heads to the hangar.
Shortly, in the hangar, Bree's YT-1300 cockpit.
A Chiss Sky Walker in the pilot's seat, and D7 in the co-pilot seat.
Narin and Bree behind them in uniform.
Nar- I get we need to be subtle as to not draw attention from the Empire and Rebellion, but we need to show our strength.
Bre- If we did do that, we could be forced to fight for either side.
D7 turns his head toward them.
D7- We are ready. The space station is a short jump away.
Bre- Sky Walker Ha'dassa?
Had- Ready Ma'am.
The girl closes her eyes. Moments later the stars stretch out to hyperspace.
No more than a half hour later, they reach the space station.
Nar- Dock in the hangar over there.
Narin gestures for the girl to veer the ship to the left. They land.
Bre- D7 with me.
D7- Yes mistress.
The Droid unbuckles and follows her down the ramp.
Bre- Start loading up the plasma.
He does as instructed. A loud voice comes from behind them.
Aqualish- Hey!
D7 and Bree look over to the male Aqualish hangar master who comes up to them.
Aq- You better have enough credits on ya kid. The Empire had paid me well for this, or was it the Rebellion who paid first.
Bre- If I don't get these to the rest of the fleet that I'm a part of, several planets could be under the control of barbaric warriors. In exchange, I can give you Nyix bars that can be melted down to ships. One moment.
Bree reenters her YT-1300 and brings out a case of Nyix.
Aq- What is the main use of this Nyix?
Bre- Components and plaiting.
Aq- Fine. Have your Droid finish up and get out of here. I've told this Rebel Alliance if they get here before the Empire does, they can have the plasma. This Nyix should keep them quiet.
Soon after, Bree and crew disembarks. As they begin to make calculations to jump back to the Vindecator, an Rebel blockade runner exits hyperspace.
It lands in the same hangar as Bree was. Shortly, a woman's voice comes over the intercom in Bree's YT-1300.
Hera- This is General Syndulla. The Rebel Alliance needs your cargo for our war effort. Is there anything else we can give you?
Bre- No General. There is nothing in exchange that could help the fleet I'm a part of.
Hera- I'm sure the Rebellion can make a small contribution. Help us fight the Empire.
Bre- My answer is no General.
Bree uses the Force to shut down the power to Hera's bridge.
Bre- Sky Walker, make the jump.
The girl makes the jump.
Hera's vessel, bridge. The power comes back on.
Rebel Officer- We saved the data that was from that freighter. What happened?
He pushes a lever up. Hera looks at him.
Hera- She has the Force. I will try better to convince her if we cross paths again.
Half an hour later, Bree's hangar. Narin, D7, Bree and Ha'dassa exit the YT-1300. Slythor meets them at the end of the ramp.
Sly- Was your mission successful?
Nar- Yes it was. Do you need anything?
Slythor turns his head toward Bree.
Sly- Have you met your Force instructors?
Bre- No.
Sly- I'll take you all to the training hub.
Training hub. The five friends enter the training center to a courtyard. Slythor guides them to a training room.
Inside are four Human males and a female Barabel.
Sly- Please introduce yourselves to your Admiral and General.
They nod in agreement. The Barabel goes first.
Saba- I am called Saba Sabatine. My hatchlings have the Force too. They are gathering others aboard who have the Force.
Bre- Thank you.
Nar- Excellent, more students.
One of the Humans speaks up.
Gan- Ganner Rhysode. Pleasure ma'am, sir.
Kyp- Kyp Durran.
Kyle- Kyle Katarn ma'am, sir.
Sol- Kam Solusar. Glad to be aboard.
Ha'dassa stays behind with Slythor, Narin and Bree give their thanks and exit the training dojo.
Hours go by. Narin and Bree's bedroom, both are in their pajamas, in bed.
Nar- I almost hope we get ourselves in a space battle tomorrow.
Bre- I'm sure on the way to Csilla there will be some excitement.
Both lean over and give a gentle kiss. Bree pulls the sheet over her and falls asleep.
Narin leans back on the pillows and slowly falls asleep.
Dream sequence.
Apartment, well lit, Csilla day. Narin looks around the living area. He hears voices coming from an open door to a balcony. He goes outside. He finds two young men and two young women about 18. Their appearance is a balance between a human and chiss. They turn to face him.
Nar- Is the war over?
D1- Yes.
D2- Mother is on her way.
S1- Thrawn has returned home too.
S2- He and mom are finishing the fine details.
Narin is then awakened by the beeps of Bree's comlink. She picks it up.
Bre- What is it?
Sly- One straggler has been spotted near the grand ballroom.
Bre- On my way. I will handle it.
She turns off the comlink, and gets fully dressed. Then puts on her utility belt with her Lightsabers and clips the comlink onto the belt.
Nar- What would you like me to do?
Bre- Prep the detention center. That is if the Grysk chooses to live.
Nar- No problem.
Bree leaves.
The grand ballroom. Bree enters through the golden double doors. Its interior is inspired by Coruscant/Jedi Temple. She makes her way through the large room and around the thick decorative columns. Eventually making her way to the dark end of the room. Bree reaches out with the Force.
Bre- I know you're here Grysk. Show yourself.
Bree ignites one of her purple two pronged shoto Lightsabers. From the darkness, a large Grysk male saunters toward her, serpent like staff in his right hand. Black eyes on her.
He raises his staff.
Grysk- Do'ro'ik vong pratte Jeedai!
He lowers his staff and charges at Bree. She readies her second saber. Her form, two separate sabers but as one, raw movements of a trainee. After getting a few hits blocked, he steps back in the ready position.
Grysk- I've been around Chiss long enough to know their scent. You have been around some. Perhaps, possibly a breeding mate? Chiss Jeedai would be excellent additions to the Grysk agenda.
Bree goes in for another attack and presses forward. The Grysk agent blocks each of her attacks. Eventually Bree blocks an attack. He looms over her, their weapons locked.
Her saber in an upward defensive Grysk leans forward, attempting to get his face as close to hers without getting his face burned by the saber.
Grysk- So it is a breeding mate. A Human and Chiss pairing?
He has his hand out slightly to the side.
Bree stomps on his foot, spins around. Facing his back, she stabs him with her Lightsaber. He slumps to the floor, dead.
Narin and Slythor and a couple security Droids come up to her, along with Kyp.
Nar- So he chose to die before interrogation?
Bree nods. Narin turns to Slythor.
Nar- Take him to the morg for study.
Sly- It will be done as ordered Admiral.
Kyp is close behind them.
Kyp- Slythor wanted me to tag along if you needed back up.
Bre- Thank you, I managed. Please take me to the training center to check on the students' progress.
Kyp takes Bree to the training center, the others stay behind. Then they head into the dojo room where the Chiss navigators are training.
Bre- Are they adapting well?
Kyp- Yes even after one day.
Bre- Has 3rd sight been able to be retained?
Kyp- It will take time. However, the older Sky Walkers have said when they have trained, the fading has stalled. Maybe, just maybe, they will be able to retain third sight. Only time will tell, only the Force knows.
Both observe the girls. The younger ones easily deflect the stun blasts from the training remotes with their crowd control batons. Deflecting the stun blasts from the older Sky Walkers take more effort, some blasts hit the floor and wall behind them.
Bre- That's at least some good news. Keep me up to date on what happens.
Kyp- Will do.
Hours later. Rear bridge area.
Sly- General, we have an X-wing hailing us.
Bre- Again? Have the Reb dock in one of the unused hangars on our starboard.
Slythor nods, and follows her instruction. Bree leaves and makes her way to the hangar.
She enters the hangar. As she walks closer to the X wing, the pilot climbs down the ladder that a Droid had set up. The pilot comes up to her and introduces himself.
Wedge- General, I'm Wedge Antilles. Senator Mothma has sent me. She would like you to aid our effort against the Empire.
Bre- I've already told whichever one of your informants that the crew of the Vindecator is not getting involved.
Wedge- She knows, and fully understands that you have other plans. All that Senator Mothma wants from you is that when you come across any Imperial forces, inform us and engage if possible.
Bre- I will do nothing of the sort. You can tell her that.
Bree turns on her heels and leaves Wedge speechless. He returns to the Alliance.
Narin and Bree's quarters. Night, quiet hours. Narin dream sequence.
Coruscant. He observes Bree being interrogated in a New Republic courtroom. Bree is in an Imperial Grand General uniform.
Bre- My record shows I never committed war crimes.
Bail Organa- Your sentence will be the same as the other Grand Admirals and her away for execution.
Next sequence, Imperial court. Bree in an Rebel Alliance pilots uniform.
Tarkin- Your sentence is execution. For high treason and terrorisim.
Bre- If anyone has committed terrisim, it's the Empire.
Narin wakes with a start. His wife turns on her side facing him, waking up, then propping herself up with her right elbow.
Bre- Are you alright?
Nar- Fine. However, we don't even have enough people aboard for a skeleton crew.
Bre- As we gain more experience and meet more people, a full crew of up to ten million will happen.
She rests her left hand on the side of her head for a moment, then sits all the way up. Bree then briefly rests a hand across his back.
Nar- We need more crew. If we were to get in a full-on space battle, the weapons you and I had ordered to activate, we will have no chance of victory. However there might be someone who can get weapons for Chiss civilians.
Bre- Really?
Nar- The Grysk tried to convince him to aid them some years ago. He neither yielded or backed down. We can leave after breakfast.
Later.
Bree's hangar, YT-1300 cockpit.
Narin (in full uniform) in the pilot's seat. Bree (in a loose, plain white tunic, with a black sash over her shoulder and tied around her waist) next to him in the copilot's seat.
D7 and T19 behind them, seated. Narin exits the hangar and heads into hyperspace.
Hours go by. Cockpit.
Nar- We are here.
In front of them is a fleet guarding a dust ball of a planet. Nar hails the lead ship.
Nar- Requesting an audience with lord Esva.
Male Warrior VO- What accord?
Nar- Alliance.
MW VO- Proceed to hangar, we will board your freighter.
Bre- I will prepare my office.
Half an hour later, Bree's office. Bree, Narin, and Nuso Esva sit in a semi circle. Nuso's guards stand a few meters away.
Nuso- What brings you here?
Bre- Thrawn's former fleet needs assistance.
Nuso- So, the Chiss need help.
Nar- Very much so.
Nuso- I am willing. Only because he impressed me with his skill.
Nar- Thank you for your cooperation.
Nuso- First, I will be needing you to do a Coaxium run for me.
Bree and Narin look at each other. Both hoping that they won't have to come face to face with the Rebel Alliance or the Empire.
Bre- Any particular reason why? To fuel your ships?
Nuso- Only compensation for weapons. Please let the Chiss fleet know I will be at their aid. My fleet will rendezvous at Csilla.
Nar- Deal. Just one thing. How hard will this be?
Nuso- A pick up.
Bre- We can do that.
Nuso- The coordinates will be sent to your ship.
Vindicators bridge, a couple hours later.
Bre- Make the jump.
The Vindecator jumps to Hyperspace. Days later, on the bridge. Above kessel.
Nar- Use the tugs to put it in our cargo bay.
Bre- Don't rush, Coaxium is finicky.
One hour later. Bridge.
Nar- Hangar master Shawnker, has the hyper fuel been secured? Don't want to stay too long.
Shawnker VO- Yes sir.
Nar- Good.
A Battle Droid speaks up from his station.
Battle Droid- Sir we are being hailed. A VCX. Designated as the Ghost.
Nar- Have them land in a vacant hangar.
Bre- I will speak to them.
Nar- You recognize the vessel?
Bre- Unfortunately. Ready the hangars briefing room.
Briefing room.
Half an hour later. Bree enters, Hera is seated.
Bre- General Syndulla.
Hera stands up.
Hera- What is your name?
Bre- General Dawntreader.
Hera- It is a pleasure. I was wondering if…
Bre- No, just because I have some ability in the Force, does not mean I want to fight for the Rebel Alliance. There are reasons why my fight is not with the Empire or the Alliance. This fight was chosen on my own terms.
Hera steps closer to Bree.
Hera- I've lost two close friends recently. Both were Jedi. Are you positive you don't want to help us?
Bre- I've already committed to a cause.
Hera- You don't understand, the Alliance could use Jedi. We… could also use your ship.
Bree turns to leave, her pregnant belly noticeable from the side. Hera has a brief moment of understanding. Her own protruding belly is noticeable.
Bre- I said no.
Hera- At least let me bring someone to explain our efforts.
Bre- No.
Bree returns to the bridge. Outside the viewport, the Ghost makes the jump to hyperspace.
Three weeks later, above Csilla. Narin and Brees' cabin. Narin is waiting patiently in the living area.
Nar- Are you ready Bree?
Bree exits their room in a long loose dress.
Bre- Ready. We can't let Aralani wait too long for us.
Ar'alani's office. She is looking over her quistis at her desk, Bree and Narin sitting in chairs in front of her.
Ara- Thank you both, this data will help the war effort. Unfortunately, it's not useful in finding the traitors among us.
Nar- That's fine. As long as it helps.
Both share a nod, Narin and Bree leave Aralani's office.
Nar- Now we are off to the Coopala to meet with Admiral Makro and some Aristacra for weapons exchange.
Bre- Right.
One hour later, in the Coopala meeting room.
Nar- It would be beneficial to Kinoss to have extra weapons. The Grysk target border worlds.
Makro- Agreed. Is everyone on the same accord?
Ambassadors- Yes.
Mak- It is done. The weapons will be brought to Kinoss.
The Aristacra leave, as well as Makro. However, one lingers. He comes up to Narin and Bree, sporting a yellow tunic of Ruling Family Chaf.
Nar- What do you want, Formbi?
Formbi- You aren't old enough to command a vessel of that caliber.
Nar- Bree and I are in our late twenties, everyone aboard is pleased so far.
Narin tries to size him up, but Formbi scoots away out the door. Bree and Narin follow, making their way to the landing pad.
Vindicators bridge, a couple hours later. Bree and Narin are seated on the command couch.
Bre- Make the jump to Kinoss.
Attendants at the helm obey the order.
The next day, Vindecator arrives at Kinoss. Bridge.
A Chiss heavy cruiser is returning fire at an aggressors battle cruiser.
Narin gazes out of the viewport.
Nar- I recognize this style of vessel. Vangarii.
The Vangarii make the jump to lightspeed.
Bre- You do?
Nar- Grysk sympathizers. Comm, contact the Expansionary Fleet vessel.
The Droid at the comm opens the channel.
Nar- Having a little trouble are we?
A woman's voice comes over the speakers. It is Ar'alani.
Ara- We caught them off guard, they fled. Vindecator, you have weapons for the people of Kinoss?
Bre- Yes we do.
Ara- Have your people begin the transfer. I will be over to talk with you.
Bre- See you then.
Bree's office. Half an hour later.
Ar'alani is sitting with Bree at a small side table, both sipping Yerdua Poison.
Bre- My intelligence team is working on getting you files on what we have experienced with the Grysk.
Ara- Thank you. I'm also informed that you have a training program for the Sky Walkers?
Bre- In a way. Do you have one that would benefit from training?
Ara- Van'nya. I will send you a file on her. She has kept Third Sight longer than most. She is twenty two, when the norm is about fourteen.
Ar'alani types away on her quistis. I sent you Vantos and Thrawns battle logs.
Bre- Got it.
Bree reads it over.
Bre- According to Vanto, she has brothers. I have an older brother. A brother would not beat up his sister for the fun of it. With Chiss having little feuds between families, she could be of two rivals.
Ara- In Thrawn's battle log she said that music speaks to her instead of normal portraits or sculptures. Which is similar to the way portraits and sculptures work with Thrawn. When she had asked me to remain aboard the Chimaera, I was hesitant.
Bre- With living among Chiss a while I have learned that there are strong feuds between ruling families. You're Irizi and Thrawn, Mitth, that could prevent key info. Having said that, there could be a high chance that she's your daughter.
Aralani is silent for a moment.
Ara- Yes. She is.
Bree nods, and then turns off her quistis.
Bre- So that's that.
Ara- Keep this quiet for now.
Bre- Will do. Is that all?
Ara- We do. I will send you a file on a former Sky Walker. Borika, a rancher on Ool. She is Thrawn's sister.
Bre- Is there a particular reason why we need to recruit her?
Ara- If we need someone to convince Thrawn to come home. I've tried, as you have read in my mission log I sent you.
Bre- I will have my Droids ready my light freighter. We will talk to former navigator Rik'ardok asap.
Ar'alani gathers her people and returns to Steadfast.
Days later. Ool.
Bree's YT-1300 lands near the front of Borika's house. Both Narin and Bree make their way to the front door. Narin presses the door buzzer.
Nar- Navigator Rik'ardok, may we have a moment of your time?
Borika answers the door. She stays in the doorway.
Bo- What do you want, honorable officers?
Nar- I'm Nari'nuru, she's Bree Dawntreader. If we find your brother and if he needs some convincing, would you be willing to talk with him?
Bo- Why do you want me to do that?
Bre- His brother isn't here. But his sister is.
Bo- I see. I will take this under consideration. Good day.
She closes the door.
Bree looks at her husband.
Bre- That is better than a no.
Nar- True. Let's head back to the ship.
Somewhere in unknown space, near the Western Reaches. A Chiss Night Dragon lays in ambush against a much larger Grysk vessel.
Chiss vessel bridge. The ship's Chiss male Admiral frantically is thinking of a push back plan.
Adm- Weapons available?
Female Officer- Only point defense lasers.
Nearby, Male comms officer speaks up.
Com Off- They are boarding and quickly making their way up here to obtain our SkyWalkers.
Adm- Then we fight to the end.
Chiss officers and warriors fight a bloody battle, the Grysk forces leave no survivors.
Eventually they make it into the bridge. Most are slaughtered, leaving the Admiral and Comms Officer at their mercy.
Grysk- Any final words Admiral?
Adm- Thrawn will bring your defeat. That I'm sure of.
A male Agbui warrior slits the Admiral's throat with a Grysk serpent like staff and sets him neatly back in his command chair.
Comm Officer is in a fetal position on the floor, pinned down, hands on his head. He then attempts to break free and attempts to kill his enemies, but the Grysk subdues him with his bare hands.
Comm Off- We…. won't…. Let…. you…. be…. the victors.
Grysk- we shall see.
The Grysk Commander shoots him in the back.
Grysk- In the end, all Chiss will kneel before your new masters.
A fortnight later. Bridge of Vindecator.
Bre- Ar'alani said to investigate a distress signal, mainly because we are the closest Chiss aligned vessel to it.
Nar- We are getting ourselves ready for when the time comes for us to be in a real battle. Don't fret. Sensor officers, boost the frequency, we almost have it.
A few minutes go by. Until…
Tionne- Got it.
Bre- She has it.
Nar- Navigator, make the jump.
The Chiss Sky Walker at the helm readies her third sight and makes the jump. Fifteen minutes pass, and out of the jump. Narin looks out the bridge viewport, then looks down at his quistis.
Nar- Get a boarding team ready, NOW.
Soon, Nightdragons hangar…
Narin and Bree walk down the ramp to see the carnage left behind. Some bodies have dismembered limbs, others blaster marks. Blood stains the floor and walls. They make their way to the bridge and enter. Narin slowly walks around the bridge taking it all in. Bree lingers behind, letting him take his time. He comes to a stop by the command chair, distraught.
Nar- This should have never happened.
Bre- Nothing we…
Nar- If Thrawn was here, none of this would have happened.
Bre- He's a strategist. Meaning he will be showing up to the action right on time. What we can do now is maneuver the vessel into the drydock to bring it back to Csilla. Then we can give proper burials for the lost warriors.
Nar- Then let's prep the docking crew.
Two and a half weeks later.
The Vindecator is docking at an refueling station near Dantooine. Vindicators bridge. Soon they are getting a signal asking permission to dock by a Chandrillan ambassador vessel.
Bree (in a long, loose purple tunic, and more noticeably pregnant) is standing by one of the status boards, looking at the fuel level. Narin (in full uniform) is sitting on the command couch.
Nar- (to self) Bree isn't going to like this. (aloud) Bree, we have someone wanting to dock.
Bre- Let them dock. They go no further than the pilots briefing room of that hangar. I will make my way down at my own leisure. Mainly because it's most likely rebels.
Fifteen minutes later Bree makes her way down to the briefing room after the Vindecator has refueled. She enters, hoping an unfamiliar face awaits her.
Instead it is senator Mon Mothma, sitting in front of the control desk. She stands up.
Mom- I don't mean to intrude, but I must ask something of you.
Bree walks over to her and sits on the opposite side of the control desk, Mon then sits back down.
Bre- What is it senator?
Mon- One of the reports from a General close to me said you are able to make good use of the Force.
Bre- Get on with it.
Mon- The Alliance could use you.
Bre- No. (firmly)
Mon- Why not? (baffled) I understand that you're with child. However, when the time is right for you.
Bre- I've already committed my services to another cause. Not to worry it is not the Empire.
Mon- Why don't you want to help restore the Republic? You have the Force. Other Jedi can help restore the order. You are a Jedi knight of the Republic. Think of your child's future.
Bre- The issues that have plagued the Republic before the Empire are still going to be there. So, no. I will not take any part of this squabbling of yours.
Mon- What issues will remain in place?
Bre- The main one is interfering with what the Force wants. What it wants from me is to aid the cause I am a part of now. Not only are they on the verge of a civil war, but they are losing a war from without as well.
Mon- Who can possibly have your attention over restoring the Republic?
Bre- You have already known at least one.
Mon- Who?
Bre- Thrawn. His people are the ones I'm aiding.
Mon Mothma stands, Bree does also.
Mon- I understand. The Rebel Alliance won't bother you any more. I hope you are satisfied with the very dark path ahead of you.
Bre- Is it?
Mon turns to leave. Her back to Bree.
Bre- This conversation goes to your grave.
Mon- Yes. I understand
Without turning to face her one last time, Mon heads to her shuttle, and departs. All the while pondering what will become of a Force user living among Thrawn's people.