Political Turmoil
Stila Gerrera received word from the doctor that her brother had awakened. Setting aside her busy work, she hurried to the underground hospital the Galactic Republic had secretly built for them.
She found Sola Gerrera standing silently by the window. His missing leg had already been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic.
"You're finally awake, Sola. That's wonderful. We need your help." Though Stila was miserable inside, she still forced a smile.
"Are you happy?" Sola Gerrera suddenly asked out of nowhere.
"What did you say?" Stila did not understand at first.
"Every one of your judgments was right. It was a trap, and we shouldn't have gone head-to-head with that Thor Mech. Ah, you were right, great leader Stila. You must be very happy now, right?" Sola Gerrera said sarcastically.
Stila's expression turned serious. "I've never thought that way, Brother. We lost many of our brothers, and many more were captured. This is our most difficult moment. We need your help!"
Sola Gerrera rose to his feet and said coldly, "Enough! Go be your leader. You proved through my mistakes that you're qualified for the position. Now go take office happily! As for me, I'm a sinner. I trusted that traitor Lux. I'll take responsibility."
Stila shook her head. "This disaster was every one of our mistakes. Besides, our intelligence sources were infiltrated by General Kalani. From the day he arrived, he had been digging traps for us. We underestimated the enemy. But we still have a chance! We can still..."
"What chance do we have?" Sola Gerrera asked coldly. He casually switched on the holographic projector beside him, which was broadcasting the latest news from Planet Onderon.
Regent Sanji Rush stood arrogantly before the podium, delivering a speech that had clearly been polished by countless experts and