He had what he wanted, yet he’d achieved it on the backs of those who’d looked to him for aid. Forget Soran Keize. Remember Devon. “Arm the missiles,” he said. “Target all New Republic outposts and fire on my mark.” The Star Destroyer Edict’s ordnance, transferred to the freighter, wasn’t much of a parting gift for the warriors of Troithe. But the missiles would leave whole districts in ruins. They would turn rebel bunkers into craters and boil lakes and collapse factories larger than mountains. They would ensure that the fighting could continue long after Shadow Wing departed, and that
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