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Rogue One + space

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For how many years did you commend, That you were dark and I was bright? That you wore black and I wore light, And your deepest fears could soothe me?

And all those years were wrought in stone, That brightest lights could not be shone, And dimmest days could not be known That your darkest years would wound me.

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Lost on Lothal, the closest to the dark side that I had ever been...

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There is no place I can hide, ‘Cause wherever I go, it’s you I find...

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You play the role of Icarus, 
And I will be the sun.

I’ll paint my mortal, vicious sins, 
Atop your silver tongue.

You’ll whisper fears so close to me, 
I’ll pluck them one by one, 
Those mortal men put pen to stone, 
Of how your heart undone.

And those waxed and paper orchestras, 
Atop your back they run.

For I have clipped your wings, my dear.

I have clipped your wings.

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Excerpt One of Chapter One: Report

Xula Mai didn't bother looking up when her sister walked into the corridor. Elbow deep in wiring, she spoke to Xeno Mai from behind the steel panel.

"I heard Ta'a Chume stepped down."

"That really makes me feel old," Xeno sighed, "I'm sure Kalen's wife will make a fine Queen Mother. Kalen was always such a good child."

Xula froze, her breath caught in her throat. She was glad her sister couldn't see her face, and vice versa; Xula never told Xeno of the war crimes committed by their older sister four years prior.

"Kalen… is dead."

She could feel her ears prick, the ragged sounds of stress amplified and encased in the metal panels with them, her twin sputtering as she struggled toward the paneling that hid Xula from view.

"Dead? H-how?"

Xula braced herself. It wasn't uncommon for any heir to find themselves dead at the hands of their power-hungry relatives. A practice of Hapes' Royal Family for many centuries, it finally found its way into their generation through their sister, the now former Queen Mother. For lack of any true skill she made up in pure greed and ambition, her obsession with status only matched by her obsession with her youngest and only living son, Isolder.

Staring hard at the web of circuitry in front of her, the engineer muttered only to the wiring.

"Isolder spoke of pirates… And of his mother."