The night was thick with anticipation, the air heavy with the promise of change. The sanctuary had been a place of quiet resistance, a refuge for the broken and the exiled. But as Leia looked around at the faces of those gathered in the dim light, she saw something different—a spark, a flicker of hope in their eyes. The time for survival was over. Now, it was about fighting back.
Leia stood at the center of the circle, her back straight, her hands clenched at her sides. She was no longer just the girl who had been exiled, branded for rejecting the system. She was a leader now, forced into the role by the weight of her choices. But she had something more than just desperation to drive her forward—she had the truth. The Citadel had built its empire on lies, and those lies were about to come
