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Chapter 1 Prisoner of War For what should be an time of celebration was instead an time of anticipation, anxiety, and potential dread. The tension in the air at Yavin Base was palpable; it was so thick, you could cut it with a lightsaber and still find resistance, for coming down from space was a U-Wing carrying the most dangerous prisoner the Rebels had ever captured. Virtually everyone on site was armed, ready to blast the prisoner the millisecond he did something wrong. As the U-Wing landed at the far end of the pad, every guard, pilot, and even those in the technical and leadership positions, aimed every blaster rifle, cannon, grenade, and turbolaser at the ship. The crew onboard the ship knew that if the prisoner stepped out of line, they would die with him just from being close to all the explosions and were prepared for such an event. With a hiss the door opened, and in the center stood Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, now a prisoner of war. Due to

Prologue A Heroine's Private War Red Like Roses (Amalee Cover) – RWBY soundtrack What makes a hero? Courage, strength, morality, withstanding adversity? Are these the traits that truly show and create a hero? Is the light truly the source of darkness or vice versa? Is the soul a source of hope or despair? Who are these so called heroes and where do they come from? Are their origins in obscurity or in plain sight? -Fyodor Dostoyevsky In the cold blackness of night, with pouring rainclouds hanging overhead stretching out into the horizon, the dazzling city of Tokyo, perched up on pillars that stretched out of the sea and into the sky, illuminated beautifully in the wet night. Neon lights and houselights had it like a magnificent painting. Down in the lonely streets, a solitary girl walked by herself down a well-worn road, her face briefly illuminated by the lights of storefronts and passing cars, her head obscured by a hood and most