Since Endor and the crippling losses of the Death Star II, half the fleet, the goddamn Emperor himself and his Executor, the Rebellion had been continuing to grow in power and presence in the galaxy. They called themselves a galactic government now, and while not many systems had defected completely to the “Alliance,” there were many more that teetered on the edge of outright treason to the Empire. At some unknown junction there could be a tipping point.
A tipping point like a mysterious new weapon developed in the Carshoulis Cluster.
Bette patted the bunk next to her. “We should get some more sleep while we can. There’s still a few more hours until we arrive at Task Group Centauri Delta and we’re going to need to be fresh, not...” She grinned, biting her lower lip a little as she surveyed the mess they’d made of the shuttle.
”Just get over here.”
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