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To Add to the List: Intro
It had been nearly a week since the Battle of Endor had ended and the Empire had been defeated. In that time much had happened in the Rebel Alliance. Leia and Han were now officially dating, which led to much crying and cheering within the betting pool; there had been at least three parties, each of which lasted a minimum of twelve hours; the Rogues had posted a video on the holonet of them singing a parody of how the empire had been defeated, ending with them mooning all who dared watch (They may or may not have been drunk, no one was entirely sure and the Rogues weren't talking), and Luke had been mourning the loss of his father. Luke sighed from where he was sitting high above the rest of the rebellion in one of the branches of Endor's massive trees (The Rogues were playing pranks, and Luke wasn't taking chances, Force on his side or not). Despite the celebration surrounding him and the joy of finding his sister, Luke was feeling melancholy. He had spent nearly his entire life dreaming of his father, and had even started to get to really know him, but Anakin Skywalker had joined the Force well before Luke was ready. I just wish I could have saved him sooner. Luke thought. Suddenly, a loud and rather cheerful voice exclaimed within his mind. Be careful what you wish for! and Luke's vision faded to black and he knew no more.