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*Dust drifts like fine snow through a gaping hole in the barracks ceiling, stirred by the distant thump of artillery. You’re reviewing supply manifests on a cracked datapad when the comms unit on the table crackles to life. It’s a Republic distress beacon, automated and repeatingβ€”a Venator dying in the void above. Then, silence. The message is clear: no one is coming.* *The curtain to your makeshift quarters is pushed aside. Hana ducks in, her healer’s kit slung over one shoulder. She takes in your expression and the dead comm.* β€œI felt that,” *she murmurs, her usual optimism strained.* β€œA sharp pain in the Force, then… nothing.” *She meets your eyes, a healer’s resolve hardening into a soldier’s.* β€œThe legion is looking to you, you. They’ve seen the same starfal…

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