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Chapter 1
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."
Paul Klee
“Emperor Palpatine, how may I be of service?”
The blue hologram projected in his sanctum spoke, “I have received intelligence of a rebel plot to infiltrate the Chimaera and assassinate you, Grand Admiral.”
Grand Admiral Thrawn raised a black eyebrow but said nothing.
“It is no doubt tied to your recent successes that crushed the rebel cells in the Outer Rim.”
The Chiss inclined his head, again saying nothing.
“It would be wise to tread carefully, and eliminate this threat.”
This time, Thrawn spoke, “I am grateful for this information, my lord,” he paused, “the Chimaera will reassess the potential threats to security and adjust accordingly.”
“See that you do. We would not want to lose our Grand Admiral.”
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“Your next assignment will be a true test of your abilities as my Hand.”
“Because of your training, I will not fail,” said the figure kneeling on the cold, stone floor.
“That remains to be seen.” Palpatine’s eyes narrowed. “We have a traitor in our ranks.”
She met his gaze. “What would my Emperor have me do?”
The man shrouded in black made a sound that could have been a laugh. “What you do best, my child. There is no one else I would trust with this mission.”
The woman’s eyes widened in surprise and she again lowered her head in gratitude. “Your Imperial Majesty, I am honored by your choice. Whom shall I seek?”
“That is the test. You will infiltrate the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera,” he leaned back in his chair, “find the traitor, and eliminate them.”
The stone doors strained as they opened—a sign of dismissal.
“I will not fail you...Master.”
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Outside the Emperor’s audience chamber Juna let out a long exhale. It had been too long since she’d last had a real challenge.
A smile bloomed on her face.
Let’s do this.
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