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The galaxy falls apart, piece by piece, planets and systems.
Satine’s war ended, and foolishly she thought that would be an end to war at scale. Never accuse a Mandalorian of not being proud.
War rages, engulfing the Republic. Satine stands as she has always stood, against the inevitable. But she is bitter, so frustratedly bitter. She came so close to establishing enduring peace on Mandalore, only for the whole galaxy to be swallowed up by war.