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Two weeks before the Last Goodbye... Her body relaxed against the back of the tub. Neck rested on the brink, hair draped over the edge, she fluttered in and out of focus. Her fingers grazed the surface of the water, each nail leaving a ripple she could not pry her eyes from. She drifted in...

No Sith, PvP, whatever. It was time for Leah to go. To find Aurora, to seek out Valentine, to bring her son back into the fold. She had many regrets. She carried a heavy burden. But she moved forward. She had to, and she hoped the others would too. Strangers, allies, friends. Leah hoped they...

The Fanged Disciples were gone. Their sanctuary now ruins. The witch summoned from the depths destroyed. Jedha freed. While the Dark Side had no place left in the Holy City, did the Light? Little had changed. The Church of the Force found faith, but their numbers were few. The rebels were...

Delivering the Renegades, persuading the Guardians of the Whills, rescuing the faithful. What the Alliance and the Jedi Order accomplished was astounding. On such short notice, with unexpected results, together they persevered to free Jedha and the Holy City of the chains of the Dark Side...

The Holy City of Jedha throbbed with life. Strangers rippled through chock-full streets, their voices mingled into an unintelligible clamor. An old woman chanted her daily prayers, a rod of incense burning in her hand as she paraded down the pavement. Several children sprinted past her, barefoot...

More than five hundred years ago, the Guardians of the Whills were appointed as protectors of the sanctuary. They served the Jedi Order with poise and purpose. In the end, they failed. Goaded out of hiding, the Sith Empire brought down the wrath of the Dark Side. The Temple of Kyber was...

Rebel extremists. The bane of the Galactic Alliance and the essence of what Leah despised the most. Radicals was what caused the tragedy on Dantooine and the death of her husband. Because of them, the Rebellion was in the situation it now was. Be that as it may, as unforgiving the Jedi Master...

The uprising on Mon Calamari was a stunning, rousing success. Thanks to the efforts of rebel and Jedi alike, thanks to the people of Mon Cala, the world was liberated from the rule of the Empire. The chains of the Sith could be cast aside and the natives could at last know a freedom unseen for...

The tribunal of Valentine Rayth ended on a dark note. The sudden arrival of Master Blackwood, news of her retreat on Nar Shaddaa, the capture of Arda Breaux. Everything was a blur. Leah had watched her closest friend leave to rescue the girl on his own. She had exiled the one other woman she...

Leah sat in her personal interceptor. One of the fastest vessels in the Galactic Alliance, retrofitted with military-grade deflector shields and a power core to ensure maximum capacity, cannons stronger than even the Starbird’s. The Nightingale was a starfighter fit for a Jedi Master. Fit for...

The gathering dissolved. One by one, rebels and Jedi alike left the chambers. Only members of the Council, from General Greybok to Master Blackwood, remained. Disappointment flashed through Leah but her face was expressionless and composed before the Alliance Commander. How quickly he caved into...

OOC — the following thread takes place after Corellia and the Nar Shaddaa strikes. Rebels and Jedi only welcome. PvP-disabled. The strike against Nar Shaddaa was a rousing success. The HoloNet was destroyed and Imperial Hutta plunged into chaos. Riots in the street, labor camp uprisings...

Leah Reach hated Ord Mantell. She had visited the world once before. In search of high-grade military equipment, she was ultimately deceived, forced to team up with a smuggler and brutally fought against a captive Sith. It went without saying her memories of the wayward planet were not fond...

The journey from one end of Ord Mantell to the other was long. The ride to the nearest spaceport was tense and awkward. Her last moment revelation of her Force abilities likely struck a chord with the dashing smuggler she met only hours ago. No matter what he wanted, regardless of his questions...

Alexander Ayers. A curious name for a curious man. Plucked from a crew of smugglers, he joined the Galactic Alliance with a passion to change the galaxy. Rebel ambassador Leah Reach recognized his confidence, convictions and faith in the cause well before the others, but she always maintained...

With the wave of her hand, the door into the meditation chambers opened. The room was small. Far smaller than even the audience chamber they were meant to attend to. How Horus could possibly train inside was questionable, but it was not the time for questions. It was time for answers. Motioning...

Dawn trickled through the morning fog. On the horizon and beyond the gas giant of Al’doleem, the sun rose, blanketing the stars in a canopy of gold. Gray and black shades of the night transformed into a vivid host of colors. Light had come. Darkness surrendered. A new day, with new...

“Well, what took you guys so long?” The Jedi Master had laughed at her initial welcome. Her chest ached as she did but Leah cared not. She was happy to see her students. Not only had they salvaged her from the crash and left her to heal with the native Ellorans, but they had managed to climb...

Everything had gone better than Alliance Command could have ever hoped or imagine. Because of a boy barely in his adolescence, because of someone who knew the world well, because of someone who pitched the idea to the Rebel Council, Ruusan would fall into Alliance hands. The world was distant...

Cold. That was all she knew as she carved through the blizzard. Snowflakes peppered her eyelashes, each and every tiny glacial star now a curtain over her view. Frost kissed her cheeks as blood clung to the surface. Her thin fingers stung with the cold and shivered against its touch. Here, the...