Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.
Dathomir's speeder and Karrde's Skipray Blastboat land at Myrkr Base.
Enter Luke, Mara, Jaina, Dathomir (with the dying Akanah), and Karrde, exiting their vehicles.
Mara and Karrde embrace.
Mara. Dad. You flew . . . You shot . . . By the Force! That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen.
Karrde. [blushes] Well, not bad for a middle-aged mortal, I suppose.
Mara. But the Adegan crystal bullets . . . how did you get those?
Karrde. Ah, well. You did leave quite a few Jedi weapons in your room on Myrkr, the last time you . . . left. I decided to try melting some down to make bullet casings. Just a little experiment.
Mara. Dad . . .
Jaina approaches.
Jaina. Mara, Luke . . .
Luke and Mara walk over to Dathomir, who kneels over Akanah.
Luke. Can't you heal her with the Force? I mean . . . you're a Je'daii.
Dathomir. Life is a fragile thing, Luke. If the Force wills the string to be cut, there is little I can do. But I can try.
Dathomir attempts to heal Akanah with the Force to no avail.
Akanah. Have I . . . served thee well?
Dathomir. With great honor. The finest of my attendants.
Akanah sighs.
Akanah. Rest . . . at last.
Dathomir. I can try to heal the poison, my brave one.
Luke. [aside] But now I realize it's not just the poison that is killing her. It's her father's final blow. Akanah knew all along that the Prophet's prophecy was about her: she would die by a parent's hand. And yet she took the quest anyway. She chose to save me, and Dooku's fury had broken her inside.
Akanah takes Jaina's hand.
Akanah. I am sorry we argued. We could have been sisters.
Jaina. It's my fault. You were right about Jacen, about the Jedi, males — everything.
Akanah glances at Luke.
Akanah. Perhaps not all males. [smiles] Do you still have the lightsaber, Luke?
Luke places his lightsaber in Akanah's hand.
You spoke the truth, Luke Skywalker. You are nothing like . . . like Anakin. I am honored that you carry this lightsaber.
Akanah falls back.
Luke. Akanah . . .
Akanah. Stars. I can see the stars again, milady.
Dathomir. Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight.
Akanah. Stars . . .
Akanah dies.
Jaina lowers her head, and Mara sobs, comforted by her father. Dathomir uses the Force to transform Akanah's body into the form of a constellation in the sky: the Witch.
Dathomir. Let the galaxy honor you, my lieutenant. Live forever among the stars.
Dathomir rises, as thunder sounds from Korriban.
I must go to Tython immediately. I will not be able to take you, but I will send help. [to Mara] You are brave beyond measure, my girl. You will do what is right.
Dathomir studies Jaina with sympathy, then turns to Luke.
You did well . . . for a male.
Dathomir boards her speeder and exits.
Karrde. Well, she was impressive. Though I must say, I still prefer Ashla.
Mara. Dad. I . . . I'm sorry that . . .
Karrde embraces Mara.
Karrde. Do what you must, my dear. I know this isn't easy for you.
Karrde smiles.
Enter the aiwhas: R2-D2, Arnie, and Sneaky.
Luke. Artoo.
R2-D2. Hey, Master Luke. You manage to stay alive okay without me?
Luke. It was rough.
R2-D2. I brought Sneaky and Arnie with me.
Both. How are you doing?
R2-D2 studies Karrde, Jaina, and Mara.
R2-D2. Any of these barves you want us to stampede?
Luke. No. These are my friends. We need to get to Tython quickly.
R2-D2. No problem. Except for the mundane over there. I hope he's not going.
Luke. Oh, he's not.
Karrde studies the aiwhas.
Karrde. Fascinating. Such maneuverability. How does the wingspan compensate for the weight of the creature's body, I wonder?
R2-D2. What?
Karrde. Why, if the Republic had had these aiwhas during the attack on the Star Forge . . .
Mara. Dad.
Karrde. I'm sorry, my dear. I know you must go."
Karrde and Mara embrace.
Luke, Mara, and Jaina mount the aiwhas.
Mara. I know . . . I know the Braxant sector is a dangerous place for you. But please remember, you always have a home with us. We will keep you safe.
Mara does not respond, as the aiwhas take off. Karrde starts to say something further, but merely waves them off.
Exit all.
