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    Captain Piett knows a man like him won’t have a grand career in the Imperial Navy, a nobody from an Outer Rim backwater who listens to his favorite engineering textbook to fall asleep and who can’t take the elevators on the Death Star without retching. It’s alright, he tells himself. Lack of ambition keeps you alive. And then he witnesses Darth Vader kill Grand Moff Tarkin.

    Inspired by lautdalam’s bang the war-drums series. While torturing Leia aboard the Death Star Vader realizes she’s his daughter. From there, things slowly but surely spiral out of his control.

    Warnings are at the end of Ch1.

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    Piett may have been the Admiral of the largest and most fearsome fleet of warships the galaxy had ever seen, but he was only one man. And one man could not change the fate of the galaxy.

    No matter how many chances the galaxy gave him.

     

    (Or, Piett and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad Battle of Endor.)

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    Thrawn doesn’t die at Bilbringi. That doesn’t make everything easy.

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    What a pity it was, he thought, that this officer belonged to the Rebels from the start.
    As if having read his mind, Antilles smiled. His dark eyes laughing at Pellaeon, he inclined his head and turned to leave, Celchu falling in step with him as if it was the most natural thing, easy like breathing.
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    He could still hear them screaming, could still remember them smiling and wishing luck to each other, may the Force be with you, touches stolen in the night, small knickknacks left to remember them by, stay on target, but the target was so small and so far in the future, could you say survival was a target, could you say you hit it if, meanwhile, you lost your whole squadron?
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    Tycho grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled up for a long, fierce kiss. “I am the tactician. I’ll be there with the last-minute changes and a couple of flash grenades. I’ll wrangle Janson into behaving and supply Hobbie with a box of tissues. I’ll shoot Horn if he tries to give us a blessing.”
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    He stared out of their corner, watching their people mingle uncertainly, the ballroom hung in precarious balance for the moment.

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