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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.

Sara's gaze hardened, remembering their almost argument that morning in the training center. We need him alive, Sara insisted. He could prove useful in our search. 


Kylo Ren huffed- which, because of his voice modulator, sounded vaguely like the crackle of the fires around them- but didn't press the subject anymore. Probably because he also recognized it was useless to waste more time arguing over the life of a pilot. 


As Kylo Ren left, Sara turned to Phasma once more, who hadn't moved an inch during their tense exchange. Let's move. Sara ordered. Bring the prisoner, and cuff him. I want at least two Stormtrooper's with him at all times, if you can spare them. Said Sara. 


Certainly, Lieutenant, Phasma said, before stalking off. Sara had an inkling that the Captain was more in agreement with Kylo Ren, but it was also possible she was sick of taking orders from someone who wasn't definitely higher in rank than herself. 


(Chapter fifty two.)