The soft hum of the Ghost’s engines was a constant in Hera Syndulla’s life—so much so that she often thought of the ship as more of a living creature than just a vessel. But today, as the ship glided through hyperspace, it felt different. The subtle vibrations beneath her feet were calm, almost serene, yet her mind was far from it. The Rebel Alliance had been fighting for so long, and the end still seemed distant, like a faraway star.
Hera adjusted the controls of the ship, eyes focused on the navigation display. The mission briefing had been vague—too vague for her liking. A covert operation. Something about Imperial supply lines in the Outer Rim. But Hera had learned long ago to trust her instincts, and they told her that this mission was going to be more complicated than the Alliance let on.
