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Message: <blockquote data-quote="drothgery" data-source="post: 4200455" data-attributes="member: 360">If you're wondering how this might look...[sblock=possible future]Istara had never planned most of the events that had led her to this place, this day. With thousands of lives depending on her decisions. Waric, trained in the Imperial Naval Academy and tested in battles on both sides of this war, should have been the one commanding a task force for Admiral Ackbar, by her reckoning. He had wanted to be a naval officer his whole life; she had been forced into the job. But her husband was dead in a battle nearly two years ago, their daughter as safe as her father could maker her at home on Anaxes, and when Waric had died she had already been more than a few steps down the road that led her here.Had it been inevitable the day Waric's father had asked her to consult on the paper that had laid out in stark, mathematical terms that the Empire was doomed and centuries, if not millenia of chaos were likely if it were simply allowed to fall apart? When she went from a curious student protester to active member of the rebellion? When she'd come to Yavin IV to visit her fiancee and confer with high command? Even then, there had been other paths she could have taken.But that mismatched group of high nobles and galactic misfits she'd worked with since the retreat from Yavin had found themselves aboard a captured frigate that, even more than the rest of the rebellion, was desperately short of trained officers, and Istara had been drafted as an improptu chief engineer. And then a clash with Imperial forces had left the captain and the exec dead -- and Istara in command. She still wasn't entirely sure how she'd managed to turn that battle around, but the Alliance command had given her a permanent command in the aftermath, and she thought she had done well by it. Though she'd known the pain of abandoning fighters in a battle lost, and taken an insane risk in retaining command during the early stages of her pregnancy.The last she had ever seen of her husband had been shortly after their daughter was born, slipping through Imperial security to see his wife and child on their homeworld. Only a few months later Viria had arived with the dreadful news that he had been killed. And that they needed her back in a command chair; the rebellion had far too few top-flight capital ship commanders, and as far as Admiral Ackbar was concerned, she was on that list. In retrospect, she knew the Mon Calimari must have been planning for what should be the decisive battle of the rebellion even then, and had penciled her in as task force commander. Which meant she needed more experience, and she needed to be in the field to get it.And she had. Which meant she was here, now. With Kyne as wing commander for her flagship's fighters, and two more of her friends as his squadron commanders. With the rest of the survivors from that band from Yavin IV all on her flagship or in its fighter wing. And with her reading a memo addressed to Rear Admiral Istara Kandorian Serrano on the eve of a battle that could decide the fate of the galaxy.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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