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The overthrow of the Republic is nearly complete. The Separist forces have been smashed, the Jedi Council nearly decimated, and the rest of the Order all but destroyed. Now absolute power rests in the iron fist of Darth Sidious the cunning Sith Lord better known as the former Senator, now Emperor, Palpatine. But more remains to be done. Pockets of Resistance in the galaxy must be defeated and missing Jedi accounted for... and dealt with. These crucial tasks fall to the Emperor's ruthless enforcer Kylo Ren. In turn, the Knight of Ren has groomed a lethal new First Order entrusted with a top secret mission to comb the galaxy and dispatch the last of their Master's enemies, thereby punctuating the dark side's victory with the Jedi's doom.

Star Wars: Legacy of the Force.

Following his gaze, Sara wiped the blood of her forearm carelessly. I'm fine, Sara insisted. Sara wanted to go straight to her room, straight to the shower, and then straight to bed- regardless of her aching ribs or bleeding limbs or rumbling stomach. Sara was a slave to exhaustion, and sleep would always outweigh any other concern. 


Sara's partner had other ideas. You're going to the med bay, Kylo Ren said decidedly, hand against her shoulder, guiding her in the opposite direction. Sara rolled her eyes. A part of her wanted to resist, but she also knew the argument was pointless. 


They were the only ones there, aside from the nurse droids who were stitching the cut in her arm. The silence turned out to be stifling, likely because they were both feeling equally awkward. After what happened on Bespin, the last thing Sara had expected was for him to stick his neck out in front of Snoke. For her. Then again, their relationship was inherently confusing as hell, so she wasn't sure what she had been expecting. 


(Chapter thirty.)