Epilogue

"Hidden, safe, the children must be kept," the wise Master Yoda spoke. The table aboard the blockade runner was occupied by Obi-Wan, Bail Organa, Ahsoka, and Xur along with Yoda as they spoke of what the future of Anakin's children would be. Xur looked down at his feet, still unable to keep his mind off of revenge against the Empire. Ahsoka kept her eyes forward trying to keep her mind off of what had happened on Mustafar.

Bail spoke first. "My wife and I will take the girl. We've always talked about adopting a baby girl. She will be loved with us," he finished. No one opposed his offer.

Obi-Wan flashed his eyes upward. "And what of the boy?"

Yoda turned in his chair. "To Tatooine, to his family, send him,"

The Jedi nodded in agreement, although still shaken up over the past events. "I will take the child and watch over him," Obi-Wan agreed. Ahsoka nodded, but Xur was still trained on his feet. She could sense the conflict within him, but had no idea what exactly was going on. Bail and Obi-Wan then rose.

"Until the time is right, disappear we will," Yoda concluded. With that, Bail exited the room, but Yoda stopped Obi-Wan. Ahsoka turned her chair towards Xur.

"Are you OK?" she asked. Xur's eyes flashed around a bit, but still kept his head down, looking towards the floor, slouched in his chair. He sighed heavily.

"You know how they say everything happens for a reason?" he asked, still not looking at her. Ahsoka flashed her eyes to the right and then nodded. Xur shook his head and shut his eyes. "Maybe Anakin was never meant to bring balance to the force,"

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. "What are you saying?"

Xur slowly opened his eyes and brought his head up. "I was thinking…that maybe…that person…" he then looked right at her. "…was me," Ahsoka narrowed her eyes while Xur kept his eyes on her.

She shook her head. "But on Mortis…he was able to do the impossible," she tried to reason, but he looked back down towards his feet. His mind was always going back to Mortis. What he saw left a print on his mind that will never be erased.

"On Mortis I was able to fight the Son's power. Anakin couldn't do that," he reasoned. "When I fought Sidious, he feared me...because deep down he knew that he would never turn me, and at that point I was his equal," he then looked back into her blue eyes. "Ahsoka, I'm meant to destroy the Sith, because I'm the one thing the Sith fear."

Ahsoka shook her head. "But you can't defeat the Empire by yourself. You have nothing to fight it with,"

Xur chuckled. "The Empire has the upper hand now, but trust me, I'm going to bring it to its knees," he gritted his teeth. "I will destroy the thing that destroyed my world, and out of the ashes the Jedi will rise…The New Order," he finished.

Ahsoka scoffed. "And your plan is?"

Xur shook his head. "I'm going to rebuild the Republic."


2 Years Later

Vader slowly walked towards the fallen Jedi, his lightsaber drawn. The Jedi lay flat, groaning in pain. The dark lord then gripped his throat with the force and raised him into the air.

"I sense someone far more powerful nearby," he said in his robotic voice. "Where is your master?!" he demanded. The Jedi grasped at his neck and struggled for breath.

"The Dark Side has clouded your mind, you killed my Master years ago!" he replied, still struggling for air. Vader raised his lightsaber for the final blow.

"Then now, you will share his fate!" Suddenly, it was ripped from his hands, causing him to look back. There he saw a small boy holding his lightsaber, defending himself. Vader could sense the power in the boy, and it was great.

"A son?" he asked rhetorically.

"Run!" the Jedi shouted, but Vader quickly crushed his neck with the force and he lay dead. The boy was shocked by his father's death, and held Vader's saber out in front. The dark lord tried to approach the boy without scaring him off or prompting him to attack. His power was immense for his age, reminding him of…he shoved that thought into the darkest corner of his mind. Soon, Stormtroopers caught up to him, and seeing the boy with his saber prompted them to aim their blasters at the boy. Realizing his potential, Vader ripped the saber out of his hands and cut down each of the troopers.

He then approached the boy, fear still in his eyes. "Come with me, more will be here soon."


And that's the end. ROTS is finished! I am happy to have finally completed this story after working on it since August, and I think I'm pretty happy with it! This is now where everything will begin to change dramatically from the normal universe. I hope you'll have time to check out The Globalist when it launches! If you enjoyed please follow/fav and leave a review! Thanks for sticking with me on this one!