𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌

So many brothers gone. So many brothers lost to a war that was orchestrated by unimaginable evil. 

Good soldiers follow orders

And the war might be over, but the evil isn't gone. Not yet. 

Today we fight for more than the Republic. Today we fight for all our brothers back home.

The fight isn't done. They still have so much more work to do, but they need to find each other first. 

We're just clones, sir. We're meant to be expendable.

They need to put the pieces back together. Because without each other...what are they?

Not to me.

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Ahsoka is lost. Terribly, hopelessly lost.

Not all who wander are lost.

She's no longer a Jedi, but the Empire is still hunting her anyway. It's only because of Bail Organa that she's alive.

There are many ways to lead. You just have to find yours.

But she has to keep going. There's evil brewing in the pits of Coruscant, and there's only one person she still trusts to help her navigate it.

When you lost my trust you also lost me.

Theo's gone. Anakin is dead. Obi-Wan is...somewhere.

My family? Well, it's...complicated.

Time to go find Ziana Ma'a.

God, there really are no words to express how much I fucking hate you.