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Among her Death Watch companions, Bo-Katan Kryze is recognized for her skill in a great many endeavors.
She is a formidable fighter, a cunning strategist, a haphazard pilot, and all the better for it. She is a fierce defender of The Way.
This inclination to achievement is considered a hallmark of her clan, she could admit, but never does, because it would remind her of her sister.
What a thing it is to be the second-born in a family such as hers… Bo-Katan knows that her true talent is in emulation.
… Sometimes between battles, when the bay of a ship is vacated, or when she beds in her tent before the others, she’ll pull out her comm device.
No one else can see. She, herself, can hardly stand to look. But when she feels quite brave, and even more lonely, she’ll ignite it in her hand, and play the news channels.
Satine learned to walk when Bo was only a few months old. She watched, studied, envied.
Satine could read by the time Bo learned to trust her feet, toddling through the long cement halls, searching for her sister and a corner to curl up in and listen to a story.
The Mandalorian tales of childhood still live in her mind in Satine’s voice.
Satine knew how to fight, Satine knew how to argue, Satine knew how to manipulate, she knew how to dress, how to woo, but also how to make friends, how to love, how to forgive, how to be kind…
Bo-Katan only knew how to chase her.
Projected into her hand, her sister illuminates the night, beautiful and unforgivingly regal. Bo’s back is to the tent flap, the sound is as dim as can be.
And Satine does what she always has- she convinces, she wins hearts, she smiles brightly, and she says what the people need to hear.
Bo-Katan watches. But now she cannot chase.
She leaves it to the people of Mandalore to follow her sister, and they do not disappoint.
Slowly, their allegiances build, and Death Watch is left without a foothold in most major cities. The remnant gather on Concordia and wait for the battle to come to them.
She watches and she listens. She hears her sister preach of peace, of the future it could bring.
And privately, she wonders if it would be such a bad thing.
But the lines have been drawn, and Bo-Katan knows that she stands firmly on the side of their heritage, while her sister is made a puppet for modernism.
She watches, and Mandalore crowns her.
She watches, as the Jedi bat their eyes at her sister’s right and left.
She watches, and the battle nears, and her sister comes, bringing with it the dawn of a new day, of a new life for both of them and for their people.
She watches, and their camp of peace is erected on the horizon.