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Airen Cracken, head of the New Republic Intelligence, created half a month ago, was looking carefully at the files that their spy agency had. All the important leaders of the current Empire and its military had extensive files, with their past, activities and most importantly, personality. However, he soon noticed how one in particular had much less text than the others. Reading that particular file, he frowned.

"How is it that we know so little about Tanya Degurechaff? Lord Vader's war bitch who was sent to the galactic south to hunt us down?"

Those present in the New Republic Intelligence Centre looked at each other, uncertain how to answer.

"The only thing we know about her is that since her first public appearance she has almost always been at Lord Vader's side, the rumours of her and finally her actions on the battlefield," said one of the most veteran ones, who worked for the intelligence since the beginning of the rebellion, when there was not even a clear organisation.

"So the only thing we know is what is written here? Alleged concubine of Lord Vader, war criminal and who has always been by Lord Vader's side?"

One of those present chuckled a little.

"Well, according to the logistical reports we've had, also an alcoholic, her ship's wine expenditure is enormous, though I don't know if it would be correct to assume she's an alcoholic, considering she's known for treating her population well, it might be a privilege to wine them as a reward."

Cracken looked at the report with a grimace and closed it.

"I want all our agents throughout the galaxy looking for any and all information on Tanya Degurechaff, I want agents on Eriadu hunting her all over the planet, her actions, her manias, her vices, her friends, her enemies. We are the eyes of the New Republic, and we don't see shit about Tanya Degurechaff and that's worrying."

Everyone present nodded and began to work on their own duties as the one in charge of Operations approached Cracken.

"Shall we send a special forces operative to Eriadu?"

Cracken shook his head.

"It would draw too much attention; we will send 3 operatives to set up a spy ring on Eriadu with the orders to focus on Tanya Degurechaff , no crazy stuff, if they can plant a bomb that kills Degurechaff they do it, otherwise keep hidden and establish a network and start coordinating with locals. Understood?"

Killing Degurechaff was a privilege rather than a possibility so for Cracken the idea of sending assassins at the moment was not an option.

"Understood," replied the operations manager.

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Tanya woke up to the sound of the door being banged on, getting up and seeing that it was 3am, she grunted as she put on some decent clothes before opening the door.

"What's going on?" asked Tanya, awake but tired.

"Five Imperial Security Bureau officers who were on our ship have died, all poisoned."

Tanya immediately raised her eyebrows, it was only five days ago that everyone was on Eriadu to announce the reform package she was going to impose. And ISB agents starting to die didn't sound like something that would help the overall situation.

"Tell me they've been rebels at least," Tanya said.

"We don't know who they have been yet, although it is true that rebel activity has only increased since the Declaration of the New Republic it is unlikely that they were able to sneak onto the Perseverance."

The Perseverance had acted as Eriadu's government building in the weeks since Tanya had taken control of the planet and the southern galactic territory. Dozens if not hundreds of civilians, politicians and diplomats had entered the ship to deal with government business, it wouldn't be surprising if one of them was a rebel.

"Yesterday an explosion on the main plaza that prevented the meeting with the Hutt and the shipyards from happening and now this, damn the rebels, we redoubled security measures, all minor meetings will be held outside the Perseverance, you think you can handle this for me and I'll go to sleep? I have a meeting with the Hutt and the Shipyard in 10 hours and my mood is already at pretty low levels for the Hutt's health."

Draneir smiled at the confidence given and nodded.

"I'll deal with this, it may take quite a while so I'll leave breakfast made for you."

Tanya shook her head as she went to close the door.

"No need, take care of it, I'll have whatever is available for breakfast, thank you very much."

With that said the door closed, Draneir looked at the door and then walked to the kitchen, an open kitchen with consumables of the highest quality. He thought for a second about what Tanya had said but ignored it. Grabbing a pan and some eggs from the fridge.

"A simple omelette will work then," he said, heating the hot plate that was used to cook anything that needed heat, at the same time he cracked several eggs and began to whisk them. Someone knocking on the door interrupted him in the process of beating the eggs. Draneir approached the door, opening it with one hand and seeing in front of him a small girl in comparison to the imperial officer.

"Have you come for the ISB members?" asked Draneir, while still beating the eggs.

"Yes, I am in charge of the ship's internal security, my name is Andrea Caballero," she said, waving to Draneir.

"Okay, I have a few things to do before I get on, leave your gun in the weapons locker" Draneir said, pointing with his head to the weapons locker outside of the house. It had some weapons in case of emergency, but mostly it was there for visitors to leave their weapons.

"Understood," she nodded, putting the gun in the cabinet and following Draneir as he moved towards the kitchen.

"I never knew this place was so... luxurious," she observed, as Draneir seasoned the beaten eggs and put them in the frying pan that was already on top of the retrorane plate.

"Nor did I know that your position existed until 5 ISB agents died on our ship" Draneir said wryly. "Start talking. I want the details."

Andrea, shocked to see the Captain of this ship cooking an omelette like a housewife, fell silent for a second, to catch another glimpse of the much rumoured mansion she always overheard in conversations with other officers. Before returning to the reality of the deaths that brought her here.

"They died of poisoning an hour ago, the autopsy assures us, however what they were drinking has no poison in it and they haven't eaten anything since dinner."

Draneir nodded as he took care to keep the omelette from burning.

"So we have that five men died drinking alcohol at two in the morning, they all died at the same time, but there is no sign of any violence and lastly they didn't eat anything since dinner? Have you checked if the glasses had poison in them or if the dinner had poison in it?"

"We are waiting for the Autopsy to give more results, and yes, we have checked the glasses and they had no poison of any kind."

Draneir nodded at the answer, flipped the omelette over and turned off the plate, letting the remaining heat cook the other part. Immediately afterward he walked to the cup of caff previously prepared by him when he awoke and began to drink it.

"If I were to drop dead right now after drinking this caff but what poisoned me was neither the caff nor the cup. What could it be? Something I touched?"

Andrea seemed nervous at the question. She looked to be in her thirties, Draneir thought and yet she didn't seem mature enough for the position she held.

"Too random that it was a random object that everyone must have touched," Draneir said at Andrea's lack of response, putting the omelette in a container to keep it warm and leaving it next to the Caff machine, so that Tanya could see from the start that she had breakfast.

"A sixth person? Physical contact," Andrea mused, "A sixth person coming into physical contact with the five ISB members."

Draneit nodded, wiping his hands and subsequently finishing his caff.

"Sounds realistic enough, I've already done my homework, take me towards the crime scene, remember to grab your blaster on the way out."

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Draneir looked at where five corpses lay earlier, it didn't look like anything out of the ordinary, it was one of the meeting rooms the crew had, a bottle of alcohol, several glasses, a set of playing cards on the table and some credits. A normal day for someone who had a day off.

"And they all seemed to die at the same time?" asked Draneir, looking closely at the cards and the table.

"Yes," Andrea replied, checking the crime scene. However much she checked she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, Draneir found himself in the same situation. Everything seemed too normal.

The leisure rooms as they used to be called were rooms for members who were not working, in which one could meet, get drunk and play different leisure options. Some rooms were as big as living rooms and some were small.

"There are six fixed chairs," Draneir said, leaving the room as a confused Andrea accompanied him.

"Sir?" she asked.

"It's six chairs, why would the ISB agents take a room of six chairs if they were five?"

Unfortunately there were no cameras in these areas, it was sort of a private place for the crew like their quarters. Tanya considered leisure quarters to be private and therefore it was immoral to spy with cameras. Therefore if there was a sixth person the only person who should know was the receptionist and the camera in the reception area.

"Have you questioned the receptionist?" The receptionist was the one who told which rooms were vacant and assigned rooms and also her most important job was to take out of the salary the consumption made in these rooms by those who used them.

"Yes, but she said that only five ISB agents took the room reservation."

"How do we not know she's involved?" Draneir asked.

"The cameras corroborate her story."

Then Draneir stopped.

"Probably then the only option is that they would use gas through the air duct. The sixth person invites the agents to go, which she would join later. But she doesn't go and gas their targets."

"Why do you think it was a woman?"

"Because I don't think five ISB agents would invite a sixth man to join them without first knowing his background. But a woman? Men get stupid around a beautiful woman."

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Tanya looked at the figure in front of her. Lord Vader, her adoptive father. His presence that had never before frightened her on any level now did. His unusual and loud breathing made Tanya shiver, when before all it did was alert her to his presence.

It had been a few days since Vader had choked her with the magic he called the Force, the first show of absolute authority and control over her life or death he had made, something he had never done before.

And all for trying to kill Luke Skywalker. When Vader learned at the same time that Luke was his son and that Tanya had fired a nuclear missile at him… He was consumed by anger, not only the anger of discovering that he had been tricked, that his son was alive, but also that he almost lost his son the very day he found out.

Tanya suffered the consequences of his anger.

Tanya's neck was bruised and she had to be attended by a medic after Vader came to his senses, a few seconds more and she would have died at the hands of her adoptive father.

Darth Vader looked at the figure who for years had been his adopted daughter, filling the gap left by Padme's death. Who now seemed to hold a mixture of anger and fear for him. Reminding him of Padme, how he killed Padme in his anger, how she feared him in the last moment they had together.

"Forgive me," Vader said, a word he had never spoken since a time he no longer remembered.

Tanya's lack of response did not surprise Darth Vader, and, using the Force, brought out a chocolate cake that he knew his adopted daughter particularly liked. He left it on the table and returned his gaze to Tanya.

"Happy Life Day, and I apologise," he said before turning away. The only reply back was a low "Happy Life Day to you too."

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Tanya woke up, following her shower and clothing routine. Leaving her room, she felt the absence of the individual who was always there when she awoke. Over the years Draneir had become Visha's replacement in her heart. A faithful servant, intelligent and an assistant in everything she did.

Sighing and running her hand through her hair out of exhaustion, she noticed how several hairs remained in her hand, showing that the stress was getting to her.

"All that's missing is for me to grow grey hair" She said in an ironic tone, a grimace on her lips and a frown, which were lightened when she saw that next to the Caff machine there was an omelette made, in a container made to stay freshly cooked, a privilege of technology.

"You're both the same," Tanya said, remembering Visha. With a sigh she ran her hand over the container, opening it and watching the heat pour out. Without hesitation she pulled a plate from one of the cupboards, passing the contents onto the plate and picking up a fork.

Breakfast in her three lives was something she always did alone, for a long time she had no one to share the first moment of the day with. In her first life loneliness was nothing more than the norm, because her parents never did more than what was strictly necessary to take care of her, in her second life she was an orphan and preferred to have breakfast alone until Visha entered her life. In this third life the same thing happened to her, as she ate breakfast alone until Draneir gained enough confidence and the two began to share more time together.

Leaving her plate on the table and going to fill a cup of caff. Tanya felt her past speaking to her, Salaryman, the original Tanya von Degurechaff. Both judging the state she was in.

"Look at the state you are in, drunk, poor work ethic, you have abandoned your ideals of freedom for a little suffering!" Salaryman said with derision.

"Where is your discipline? Your military conviction! Your attachment to hierarchy and institutions! Aren't you ashamed to have gone from being a proud member of the Imperial Army to what you are now? A petty dictator who seeks to impose laws outside of the polity knowing that it is outside your purview!"

Both voices harried Tanya, judging her for what she is now.

"Shut up, you are each my life separately! I am the one who has had to suffer three different existences, the human mind is not prepared for something like this! Besides, I'm handling it well! Draneir helps me!"

Both voices, instead of quieting down, only got louder as Tanya sat down and started drinking caff, trying to ignore them.

Salaryman looked at Tanya as though she were an inferior being.

"You only need yourself the most, are you so weak that you require others to help you? You only have yourself, depending on others not only shows that you are weak but inefficient as a human! For every human is made to live by himself, without anyone else!"

Tanya von Degurechaff glared sternly and hatefully.

"Draneir? That random guy you picked up because he reminded you of Visha? Is that your backup? The lapdog you use as if she was our friend and beloved Visha? VISHA IS DEAD AND IT WAS OUR FAULT, BECAUSE WE WERE NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO SAVE HER FROM THE HANDS OF THE FUCKING COMMUNISTS WHO RAPED AND EXECUTED HER. HOW DARE YOU REPLACE HER WITH THAT SCUM!"

In her first life she was always alone, nobody interacted with her... In her second life Salaryman and Tanya von Degurechaff competed about which personality should prevail, in this third life Salaryman and Tanya von Degurechaff were always there, however they kept quiet. But their voices began to ring out whenever things started to go wrong...

"What a privilege it must be for you to be yourselves, to be just one independent life judging me in my head, instead of the union of three lives of shit and suffering," Tanya replied.

"You are weak!" both personalities replied in unison.

Tanya ate the omelette and drank the caff while the two personalities criticised her, all the decisions she made in her third life reviewed by both personalities, who gave their opinion of how she should have handled those decisions. Tired Tanya didn't even bother to pick up her plate and cup and left the room. She marched into the space they had set up for meeting diplomats and representatives. As a kind of privilege the two personalities disappeared as she met more people on her way to the hangar they used for diplomacy, giving her a silence that she only had the privilege of hearing when Draneir was around or when she was drunk enough to not understand what was being said to her.

The doors opening momentarily put her out of her misery as she saw before her the hangar arranged to serve as the room for meetings. Ship's officers signing paperwork and activity filled the hangar.

"I am so tired," sighed Tanya, before advancing to her office in the Hangar to start the work day.

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Luke Skywalker looked up at the stars, the fire he had created to keep warm doing its job well while making it clear to anyone close enough that he was here. However, Luke partly expected a visitor, so he wasn't worried about anyone seeing him.

"Are you sure what you're fighting for?" someone asked. Luke turned his head to see his father, Anakin Skywalker sitting like a ghost beside him. The form he was in was the one before he became Darth Vader.

"I thought you had redeemed yourself from your actions enough not to ask me now if I'm sure why I fight," Luke said with a frown.

"I regretted being a Sith, I regretted many actions I did, but they were all because I was a Sith. But I will never regret destroying the Republic, you didn't live through that time. It was a mask, a mask that hid the true form of a corrupt monster."

Luke looked disdainfully at Anakin.

"Are you saying that a dictatorship like the Empire was preferable to the democracy of the Republic?"

Anakin laughed.

"Obviously yes, the rebels you're fighting with are idiots, nostalgic for the Republic and idealistic for democracy. I'll tell you the truth of the system you want to set up. The Core planets will control the Republic while exploiting the rest of their territory, creating a situation of inequality in the Senate where the Core planets will be represented by an individual senator while in the Outer Rim forty planets will have to join together to have a senator to represent them in the Senate. You will create an elite that will live in illegal and legal luxury, the legal one in plain sight and the illegal one in places where nobody can see them or nobody cares. I saw with my own eyes the corruption and evil of the Republic, but blindly I ignored it until the injustice was so obvious that there was little I could do to contain my fury."

Luke felt the intensity of his father's words, but ignored them in his idealism.

"This time it will be done differently," he said, "Leia, I, the others, we will not allow such a thing to happen."

Anakin laughed.

"You can't help it, it happens. Democracies only work on a small scale, on a planetary level democracy is the most preferable system, but on a galactic level? At the galactic level probably the only way to govern efficiently is in a dictatorship. But not a dictatorship neither of Jedi nor of Siths. If not of normal beings, the continuous confrontation between the Sith and the Jedi along with their respective resurgence when one of the sides is destroyed means that no government should be associated or controlled by either one side. Specifically the Sith. Do you see the dismemberment of the Empire? How they kill each other without you doing anything? That's not because intelligent beings are like that. It's because Palpatine created a system that would self-destruct upon his death. His Sith mentality made him do that. However, I now believe that the strongest will survive this time of the Empire, and the best will bring stability to the Galaxy."

Luke then interjected, stopping his father's monologue.

"No matter how much you talk you will not convince me to go against the New Republic's ideals of democracy and freedom. More honestly, don't you think we will win?"

Anakin laughed and shook his head.

"I am a military man, son, you will gain ground, you may believe you have destroyed the Empire at some point. But the Empire is too big to fall and there are too many competent people working for it. Your democracy will be short-lived."

Luke, who was ready to start a heated conversation about democracy stopped when he saw in front of him a hooded figure, he hadn't felt or heard it at any time.

"How are you doing Skyguy" called the figure, to which Anakin laughed. This figure was accompanied by several figures that had similar armors than the Stormtroopers, but these were painted and differently structured. Luke prepared his lightsaber but both Anakin and Ahsoka calmed him with a movement of their hands, showing that everything was okay. After a moment of tension, Anakin answered the question.

"Bad, and you Snips?"

"Bad too, though not as bad as you," she replied with a playful smile as she removed her hood. Luke looked at the Togruta with surprise, not only at her beauty but also at how she had managed to hide herself until she wanted to introduce herself. The ones that accompanied her also took out their helmets, showing very old faces but that didnt showed up decadence of a old man. And all of them shared the same face.

"Sorry about everything, Snips," Anakin sighed, "We'll talk later," said Anakin as his ghost disappeared, leaving Ahsoka, the old clones and Luke alone.

"Why didn't Yoda mention you? He said I would be the last of the Jedi," Luke asked confusedly.

"It's a long story," Ahsoka said with a laugh "One that will teach you partly why Anakin hates the Republic so much and why I am not a Jedi. Until then, call me Ahsoka Tano or Citizen."

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Draneir looked down at his hands bound with rope as he stood dangling in one of the blind spots inside the ship, a dark room where the only thing there were pipes.

"Well, I'm screwed," he said with a laugh as he tried to see who had kidnapped him, but saw nothing.

"Really screwed," he said, now a little more worried.