"In galactic news today, Imperial Factions of the Galactic Stage announced a dissolving of their governments due to-"
Jonyna switched off her holovision with a click. She didn't need to hear anymore.
It had been a long road since coming out of the ice. Peace was such a foreign concept, but...
She had outlived them. She remembered back to that day on Cathar, and the day that started all this. The rise of neo-imperialism, and now the fall of it. For now, at least. Jonyna looked across the room to the old stormtrooper helmet sitting on the desk, claw marks still scarred across the face of it.
The old rebel could sleep a little easier tonight.
For now, at least, the nightmare was over.
