Lucia knelt by the graveyard, tears streaking down her face. There had been nothing to bury, but Alaric had declared that Obi Wan Kenobi and Biggs Darklighter deserved the recognition for their service to the Alliance. Lucia was grateful, but still it did little to assuage the pain she felt; no one would miss them as she did. And the Alliance was leaving now, moving on to another base now that the Empire knew the location of this one. The graves would be left behind, and soon forgotten.

She sensed a presence behind her just before a hand fell gently on her shoulder. Turning, she looked up into Hanna's sympathetic brown eyes. She swallowed to clear the tears from her throat. "I knew you'd come back. I knew it."

One side of Hanna's mouth tilted up. "Well, I wasn't gonna let you get all the credit." She nodded at the grave markers. "You knew him pretty well?"

Lucia nodded, accepting Hanna's steadying hand as she got to her feet. "Biggs? All my life. He was the best pilot on Tatooine… well, second best." She smiled through her tears. "We were always pushing each other to be better… he was the first person who really believed in me." Her voice broke. "And Ben was the second."

Hanna squeezed her shoulder. "These Rebels are good people, Lucia. I think you have a place here now."

Lucia nodded. "I know." She would follow the Alliance to their new base. She had nowhere else to go, and it was the best way to seek revenge. Vader had taken everything from her, and she would return the favour.