The night was alive with movement. The sound of footsteps, hushed whispers, and the occasional clink of metal echoed through the sanctuary as the Outcast Branded prepared for what lay ahead. In the cold, quiet hours before dawn, they gathered their strength, knowing that the battle was no longer a matter of survival. It was a matter of fate.
Leia stood at the edge of the camp, watching the horizon where the first light of morning began to creep over the land. The stars had been bright last night, but now, as the darkness slowly receded, she felt a deep sense of anticipation settle in her bones. This was it. They were no longer hiding, no longer running. The time to take the fight to the Citadel had come.
Sain, still weakened but alive, had insisted on joining them in the march to the hea
