Title: What Conscience Therein Lies Author: Cynda Timeframe: Original Trilogy, Star Wars Rebels Season 3&4 Characters: Original Characters, Clan Wren, Clan Saxon, Fenn Rau Genre: Angst/Drama Summary: In the aftermath of the Viceroy to the Galactic Empire, Gar Saxon's, death at the hands of Clan Wren, and brewing civil war amongst the Mandalorians, Sia Saxon grapples with the growing realization that her beloved father was a monster. Notes: This is written for the First Draft Challenge. Not all the chapters will have complete text, some will just have a story outline. This story is meant to be told from a single point of view character, an original character in Star Wars, but, with the information I currently have, I intend the events and original characters to fit in a canon-compliant narrative. I mean for this story to come out at novel length. I also want it to be good, so I am looking for all kinds of feedback, please tell me whatever is on your mind. Night fell on the Mandalorian capital city. Rising from sleep to quench her thirst, Sia walked softly down the halls leading from her room, when she saw a soft blue glow emanating from her father’s communications room. She slowed her step to remain quiet and heard conversation from that room. She set to ignore it all, they were not her business, but a few words caught her attention and did not let go. “She’s with two Jedi,” echoed a woman’s voice from the holo-relay. Sia’s father spoke. “You’ve done well, Ursa. Keep them there.” “The Jedi are yours,” the woman, Sia now recognized her voice. “But my daughter…” “Don’t you worry Countess. Clan Wren will be well taken care of.” Sia had not time to recover from her thoughts when her father stood in the doorway, wearing his Imperial Commando armor from neck to toe. “Dad…” she began to say apologetically. “You should be in bed,” he replied, gently. He walked past her and entered his workshop. Sia followed. “Countess Wren said something about Jedi…” “I know of whom she speaks. They are thieves with lightsabers, no Jedi.” Gar Saxon snapped up his helmet from his workbench and gave her a confident smile. Most of her fear lifted. She followed her father as he walked a few doors down to enter the bedroom of her two younger sisters, fast asleep. He stepped quietly next to their beds and placed a soft kiss on their heads before departing. Sia followed him to the door. “Bye, Dad. See you when you get back.” Gar Saxon wrapped his arms around her, and she likewise for him. “I will be back by morning, Sia.” &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& The day’s first light forced turned the back of her eyelids from black to gray. All was quiet, but there was day’s work to be done. The first thing Sia did was check her holocalls. There was a message from her tutor, reminding her of their scheduled meeting and the lesson plan for the day, but still no messages from her twin sisters, Zara and Junia. But that was not a surprise. They were still scheduled for their monthly drill at the Imperial Academy. Sia dressed and checked in on Marina and Cynda. Both were still in their beds, as she and their father left them last night, but Cynda was already tossing and turning. Sia decided to leave them for now and let NAN wake them. The last thing she checked were her father’s rooms, the communications room, his bedroom, and his workshop, all vacant. Sia thought only briefly on this, either her father’s meeting with Clan Wren had taken longer than he previously expected or another matter had arisen since last night and this morning, circumstances that occurred often. Sia jogged her usual circuit, once around the Old Peak Park. She had taken her father’s lesson to heart that a bout of exercise in the morning will make an entire day productive and had not missed a morning of physical labor since she was ten. She took it easy though on her run as she thought on her fourteenth birthday, coming up in just over a week. Her father had mentioned going to the Imperial Academy to spend the entire day with the twins. That would be nice, she thought. How long had it been since she, her father, and all her siblings had been together for an entire day? How many months? When Sia returned to the apartment NAN, the family droid was in the kitchen, hovering over the stove. “I can do that NAN.” Sia reached over and took the eggs from the droid’s forceps. “How are Cynda and Marina coming along?” “Oh, they’re awake! They’ll know to be dressed and proper for breakfast.” “So, Marina is dressing herself just fine?” Sia whisked all the egg contents together. “Yes, she’s ready to entire a marathon, that sweet girl is!” “I don’t know NAN…wasn’t it just last week I had to coax her into her sweater?” “She was just being especially difficult that day. By the way, toast is ready and I brought out meiloorun jam.” “Awww, NAN…” Cynda trotted up to the table, running a little comb through her gold hair. “Meiloorun jam is full of seeds.” “No brushing hair at the table!” NAN chided. “And your father brought this jam.” Sia set the toast and jam on the table. “The seeds are worth it for that sweet, sweet taste.” “Sia! NAN! Look!” Marina ran down the hall and stopped in the entrance to spin on one foot, her brown hair lifting up as she twirled. “I dressed myself. Three days in a row. Look!” “Yes! Look at you!” Sia lunged down to wrap her arms tight around her youngest sister. Marina pushed back from her to look around the table. “Where’s Papa?” Before Sia could say anything Cynda chimed in. “Work silly. Have some toast.” Sia moved back to the stove. “Eggs will be ready in a minute.” She flipped them once, then twice. NAN touched her arms. “I’ll finish the cooking. Sit with your sisters.” Sia obliged and slavered jam onto a piece of toast. A moment later NAN set the frying pan with eggs in the center of the table. Instead of heading back to the kitchen the droid joined their conversation. “Sia, have you heard from Junia and Zara?” “Not yet NAN,” she replied. “Hmmmm,” the droid optical receptors went dim for a moment. “That’s three days in a row. You really should call the Academy Sia." “The twins said that the exercise is lasting six days this time.” “That long out of communication?” “I guess so,” Sia shrugged and stuffed a fork-full of eggs in her mouth. At that moment their apartment door’s entry alert went off. Dad must be home, she thought and looked forward to having him join them for breakfast. She stood and started for the door, but by the sounds, the door was already open. Rushing, heavy footsteps were coming her way. Her older brother, Garin stood there, decked in full Imperial Commando armor, holding his helmet loosely in one hand. One glance at his face and a chill ran through her. She went absolutely still and immediately knew something terrible had happened. The only question was how terrible. The whole kitchen table went quiet. Even Marina, barely six years old, sat still. “Sia…” Garin swallowed, his voice was breaking. “Garin…” “There…there was an ambush…” Please…please…. “Sia, father is dead. His whole squad is dead.” I’m dreaming. I’m hallucinating. But the stricken face of her brother was so real. Sia screamed in agony as her legs gave out beneath her.