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Operation Citadel
Prologue
No one cares about my story, only that of my husband. The funny thing though is that without my story, his would have ended under the twin suns of Tatooine.
Who am I? Felicity Rhiaon. Who is my husband? You don’t need to ask that; everyone knows the story of Luke Skywalker.
I see that light go on in your head. Oh right, Felicity Rhiaon, the Jedi’s wife. She’s a Jedi, right? No wait, she’s a pilot? Or was it a Senator? All of the above? Oh, who cares? She’s Luke Skywalker’s wife and that’s all you need to know.
I laugh, restraining myself for the millionth time not to lash out and harm you for reducing me to nothing but the fact that I’m the lucky girl who won her way into Luke Skywalker’s bed. A pretty piece of arm candy for the Jedi Grandmaster, that’s all I am, right?
My whole life, I’ve been defined by my relationship to others. I am not my own person. I am Important Person #27’s whatever. I’m the wife of Luke Skywalker. The mother of Rey Rhiaon Skywalker. The first assistant to Leia Organa. The victim of Darth Vader. The sister of Brendan Rhiaon. The daughter of Alaric Rhiaon. The commander of Diego Nalto, Ji-Dan Hayato, Riz Drayson, and Wen Arroyo, or “Gunner” as everyone calls him.
Oh, does that ring a bell? They were famous, weren’t they? Something to do with the Death Star? You commanded them?
Yes, I commanded them, that team which you call Rogue Squadron.
Now wait, you say, Rogue Squadron was a pilot team led by Luke Skywalker. How could you command them?
Yes, there was a pilot team named Rogue Squadron, and in fact Diego Nalto flew with them under the position of Rogue One. But there was a different Rogue Squadron before that, and another Rogue One.
Oh, now you get it. Yes, that’s right, Felicity Rhiaon, Rogue One, leader of the team who stole the plans to the Death Star. Of course, no one cares about the mission to steal the plans, only the story about how Leia was rescued and Luke blew up the Death Star.
What’s that?
Oh no, you don’t need to pretend you’re actually interested in the story. I understand that people don’t-
Well, yes, I can understand that there is an element of mystery behind it. It wasn’t exactly an easy mission and I wasn’t picked to lead the team for the usual reasons, but-
Are you sure? It’s kind of a long story.
Alright, if you insist, I’ll tell you my story. The story of Operation Citadel.
