1413, Something Unexpected Happened
Whoosh~~~~~ The ashes scattered, carried by the sea breeze into the distance and vanishing into the ocean. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Stila Gerrera held the urn bearing her brother Sola Gerrera's name and stood blankly on the deck of the ship. Yet her gaze followed the Republic fighter squadrons constantly streaking through the sky toward Izzy City.
Behind her stood only five Rebel Alliance warriors, along with Judgment.
"Thank you for coming with me, Judgment," Stila Gerrera said.
"I was merely passing by. There's an offshore factory ahead where I can steal a ship without drawing too much attention," Judgment replied flatly.
"Is your body all right? Back then, your battle with those Jedi Knight sisters..." Stila asked.
"My problems came more from Karness Muur, but he is already dead. Now he exists only in my memories," Judgment said. "As for those sisters, I told you already—the threat they posed to me was not even as great as that other young Jedi Knight."
Stila sighed. "But to ordinary people, or those who are relatively weak, facing them is even more despairing than facing the demon king inside you..."
"And you? If you are willing, King Dundrup surely will not be stingy with his rewards," Judgment asked.
Stila shook her head again. "That is not what I want, nor what Dundrup wants, much less what the people of Onderon want... Those who wished to stay have all stayed behind—whether for rank and riches, to fight the Galactic Republic, or to save the people. Those who chose to follow me did so for a loftier ideal."
"What ideal?" Judgment asked again.
"An ideal where everyone is equal, where the people are not oppressed, where planets are peaceful and stable..." Stila replied. "For that ideal, I will