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Luke, Mara, Corran, and the Je'daii stand in the Je'daii Council Chamber, at Jacen's funeral pyre.
Enter the Ones.
The Son takes the blue string he cut years before: Jacen's lifeline.
Son. [to Luke] It is done.
The Ones begin to depart, with Jacen's body.
Yun-Shuno. Wait.
Yun-Shuno (with her amphistaff) approaches her son's body.
Han/Leia. Jacen. Poor Jacen . . .
Yun-Shuno kisses Jacen and whispers a final blessing in Old Corellian.
Yun-Shuno. Farewell.
Yun-Shuno nods at the Ones, who exit with Jacen's body.
Luke. [aside] The Great Prophecy. The lines now make sense to me. "The Jedi's soul, cursed blade shall reap." The Jedi was Jacen. The cursed blade was the vibroblade he gave Mara long ago, cursed because Jacen broke his promise and betrayed his friends. "A single choice shall end his days." My choice, to give him the vibroblade and to believe, as Mara did, that he was still capable of setting things right. "Tython to preserve or raze." By sacrificing himself, he saved Tython. Gaeriel was right. In the end, I wasn't the Jedi of whom the prophecy spoke. It was Jacen. And I understand something else: When Jacen descended into the Pool of Knowledge, he would've had to focus on something important that would hold him to his mortal life. Otherwise he would have dissolved. I saw Mara, and I have a feeling he did, too. He pictured that scene Jabitha showed me, of himself in the good old days with Jaina and Mara, when he promised they would be a family. Hurting Mara in battle shocked him into remembering that promise. It allowed his mortal conscience to take over again and defeat Palpatine. His weak point saved us all.
Still wounded from the battle, Mara collapses.
[to Mara] Oh, stang. Mara, I'm sorry.
Mara. It's all right.
Mara passes out.
Luke. She needs help.
Yavin steps forward.
Yavin. I've got this. God of medicine, at your service.
Yavin kneels over Mara and heals her with the Force.
She'll be fine in a few minutes. Just enough time for me to compose a poem about our victory: "Yavin and his friends save Tython." Good, eh?
Luke. Thanks, Yavin. I'll, er, let you handle the poetry. [to Sekot] Could you use your power to send my mother a sign, something blue.
Sekot snaps his fingers.
Sekot. The top half of the Imperial Palace will now temporarily be colored blue.
As the Rainbow Bridge reforms, the Je'daii rebuild the Je'daii Council Chamber, and Luke and Corran tend to the wounded. Jaina has been saved by the Wookiees, and Drang has saved Yoda and escorted him to the Jedi Praxeum.
Enter Tyria.
Tyria. Gaeriel Captison left the Imperial Palace after the battle, Luke. She seemed unharmed, but I'm not sure where she went.
Enter Kyp and Bogan, both stunned to receive a hero's welcome. The other Je'daii greet Bogan to a more enthusiastic welcome than he is used to.
Enter Saba.
Yun-Yammka. There's my girl. That taozin-slaying? That's what I'm talking about.
Looking stunned, Saba finally exhibits the Barabel equivalent of a smile.
The Je'daii congratulate the Jedi heroes in their own way.
Yun-Ne'Shel. I'm still a little annoyed at you, boy, for jumping on my throne. But I guess you've done a pretty bang-up job, mostly.
Shira. [sniffs] I suppose I won't destroy you and that little girl now.
Luke. Mara saved Tython. She convinced Jacen to stop Palpatine.
Shira. Hmm.
Shira vanishes in a huff.
Qel-Droma approaches Luke.
Qel-Droma. Well, Luke Skywalker. I see Gavin made it through, so I suppose you aren't completely inept. It's all thanks to my training, I suppose.
Luke. Er, yes, sir.
Qel-Droma. [nods] As thanks for my bravery, Sekot has cut my probation at that miserable praxeum in half. I now have only fifty years left instead of one hundred.
Luke. Fifty years, eh?
Qel-Droma. Don't get so excited, Skywalker. I still plan on making your life miserable.
Luke. [smiles] Naturally.
Qel-Droma. Just so we understand each other.
Qel-Droma returns to repairing his throne.
Corran. So many nature spirits dead, Luke. So many.
Luke. You did a great job, Corran. We will come back from this. We'll plant new trees. We'll clean up the parks. Your friends will be reincarnated into a better world.
Corran. I . . . I suppose. But it was hard enough to rally them before. I'm still an outcast. I could barely get anyone to listen to me about Yu'shaa. Now will they ever listen to me again? I led them into a slaughter.
Luke. They will listen because you care about them. You care about the wild more than anyone.
Corran. [smiles] Thank you, Luke. I hope . . . I hope you know I'm really proud to be your friend.
Luke. Jacen was right about one thing, Corran. You're the bravest Corellian I ever met.
Enter Vader's army, led by Lowbacca.
Lowbacca. Luke.
Lowbacca embraces Luke.
You are not dead.
Luke. Yeah. Amazing, huh?
Lowbacca. I am not dead either. Yay! We chained Nyax. It was fun.
The Wookiees laugh and congratulate each other.
Salporin. Lowbacca led us. He is brave.
Ralrracheen. Bravest of the Wookiees.
Lowbacca. It was nothing.
Luke. I saw you. You were incredible.
Corran. Yes. Er, three cheers for Lowie.
The Wookiees cheer.
[nervous] Please don't eat me.
Enter Vader.
Vader. Lowbacca. Well done, my son. And Luke, I even forgive you for sitting on my throne. You have saved Tython.
Luke and Vader embrace.
Luke. Father . . .
Vader. Shh. No Jedi is above fear, Luke. And you have risen above every Jedi. Not even Anakin . . .
Sekot. Vader!
The other Je'daii, including Bogan, now sit upon thrones. Kyp sits at his father's feet.
Sekot glares at Vader.
Well, Vader? Are you too proud to join us in council, my brother?
Vader winks at Luke, then returns his attention to the other Je'daii.
Vader. I would be honored, Lord Sekot.
As assumes his seat, Sekot delivers a speech about their victory.
Enter Mara.
Mara. [to Luke] Miss much?
Luke. Nobody's planning to kill us, so far.
Mara. First time today.
Luke laughs and receives a glare from Shira.
Sekot. As for my brothers, we are thankful . . . thankful for the aid of Bogan.
Bogan nods smugly and pats Kyp's head.
And, of course, we must, er, thank Vader.
Vader. I'm sorry, brother. What was that?
Sekot. We must thank Vader. Without whom . . . it would have been difficult . . .
Vader. Difficult?
Sekot. Impossible . . . impossible to defeat Nyax.
The Je'daii all nod in agreement.
Which leaves us only the matter of thanking our young Jedi heroes, who defended Tython so well, even if there are a few dents in my throne. First, we thank Jaina Solo, the Witch of Dathomir. [to Jaina] My daughter, I realize many of your Witches were lost in battle, and I promise you help in refilling your ranks.
Dathomir. [to Jaina] You have done well, my lieutenant. You have made me proud, and all those Witches who perished in my service will never be forgotten. They will achieve Alderaan, I am sure.
Dathomir glances at Bogan.
Bogan. [shrugs] Probably.
Dathomir glares at Bogan.
Okay. I'll streamline their application process.
Jaina. [genuflects] Thank you, milady.
Jaina moves to stand at Dathomir's side.
Sekot. Lowbacca, son of Vader.
Lowbacca steps forward.
[aside, to the other Je'daii] Doesn't miss many meals, does he? [to Lowbacca] Lowbacca. For your bravery in the war, and for leading the Wookiees, you are appointed a general in the armies of Tython. You shall henceforth lead your brethren into war whenever required by the Je'daii. And you shall have a new, er . . . what kind of weapon would you like? A lightsaber? An vibro-ax?
Lowbacca raises his broken club.
Lowbacca. Stick.
Sekot. Very well. We will grant you a new, er, stick. The best stick that may be found.
Lowbacca cheers. The other Wookiees join him and congratulate their younger kinsman.
Qel-Droma. Corran Horn of Corellia.
Corran nervously steps forward.
Oh, stop chewing your shirt. Honestly, I'm not going to blast you. For your bravery and sacrifice, blah, blah, blah, and since we have an unfortunate vacancy, the Je'daii have seen fit to name you a member of the Corellian Council.
Corran collapses in shock.
Oh, wonderful. Well, when he wakes up, someone tell him that he will no longer be an outcast, and that all Corellians, Melodies, and other spirits of nature will henceforth treat him as a lord of the wild, with all rights, privileges, and honors, blah, blah, blah. Now please, drag him off before he wakes up and starts groveling.
The Melodies drag Corran away.
Ashla. Mara Jade, my own daughter.
Mara steps forward and kneels before the Je'daii.
[smiles] You, my daughter, have exceeded all expectations. You have used your wits, your strength, and your courage to defend this planet and our seat of power. It has come to our attention that Tython is . . . well, trashed. The Sith Emperor did much damage that will have to be repaired. We could rebuild it through the Force, of course, and make it just as it was. But the Je'daii feel that the city could be improved. We will take this as an opportunity. And you, my daughter, will design these improvements.
Mara. Mi . . . milady?
Ashla. [dry] You are an architect, are you not? You have studied the techniques of Master Baas himself. Who better to redesign Tython and make it a monument that will last for another eon?
Mara. You mean . . . I can design whatever I want?
Ashla. As your heart desires. Make us a city for the ages.
Yavin. As long as you have plenty of statues of me.
Yun-Q'aah. And me.
Yun-Yammka. Hey, and me. Big statues with huge wicked swords and . . .
Ashla. All right. She gets the point. Rise, my daughter, official architect of Tython.
Mara rises and walks back toward Luke.
Luke. [grins] Way to go.
Mara. I'll . . . I'll have to start planning . . . drafting paper, and, er, styluses . . .
Vader. Luke Skywalker!
All fall silent as Luke steps forward.
Luke bows to Sekot, then kneels before Vader.
Rise, my son.
Luke rises.
A great Jedi must be rewarded. Is there anyone here who would deny that my son is deserving?
Silence.
Sekot. The Council agrees. Luke Skywalker, you will have one gift from the Je'daii.
Luke. [hesitates] Any gift?
Sekot. [nods] I know what you will ask. The greatest gift of all. Yes, if you want it, it shall be yours. The Je'daii have not bestowed this gift on a mortal Jedi in many centuries, but, Luke Skywalker, if you wish it, you shall be made a god . . . immortal, undying. You shall serve as your father's lieutenant for all time.
Luke. [stunned] Me? A god?
Sekot. [rolls his eyes] A dimwitted god, apparently. But yes. With the consensus of the entire Council, I can make you immortal. Then I will have to put up with you forever.
Yun-Yammka. Hmm. That means I can smash him to a pulp as often as I want, and he'll just keep coming back for more. I like this idea.
Ashla eyes Luke and Mara.
Ashla. I approve as well.
Luke glances at Mara, who avoids his gaze, looking as scared as Luke did over a year ago upon the realization that she might become a Witch of Dathomir.
Luke. No.
The Je'daii exchange confused looks.
Sekot. No? You are . . . turning down our generous gift?
Luke. I'm honored and everything. Don't get me wrong. It's just . . . I've got a lot of life left to live. I'd hate to peak at sixteen.
The Je'daii glare at Luke, but Mara smiles.
I do want a gift, though. Do you promise to grant my wish?
Sekot. If it is within our power.
Luke. It is. And it's not even difficult. But I need your promise on the Font of Power.
Qel-Droma. What? You don't trust us?
Luke. [glances at Bogan] Someone once told me you should always get a solemn oath.
Bogan. [shrugs] Guilty.
Sekot. Very well. In the name of the Council, we swear by the Font of Power to grant your reasonable request as long as it is within our power.
Lightning crashes as the deal is struck.
Luke. From now on, I want to you properly recognize the children of the Je'daii, all the children . . . of all the Je'daii.
The Je'daii shift uncomfortably.
Vader. Luke. What exactly do you mean?
Luke. Palpatine couldn't have risen if it hadn't been for a lot of Jedi who felt abandoned by their parents. They felt angry, resentful, and unloved. And they had a good reason.
Sekot. [angry] You dare accuse . . .
Luke. No more undetermined children. I want you to promise to claim your children — all your demigod children — by the time they turn thirteen. They won't be left out in the galaxy on their own at the mercy of monsters. I want them claimed and brought to the Praxeum so they can be trained right and survive.
Yavin. Now wait just a minute . . .
Luke. And the minor Je'daii: Yun-Harla, Morag, Jerec, Darth Bane, Aldera — they all deserve a general amnesty and a place at the Jedi Praxeum. Their children shouldn't be ignored. Vestara Khai and the other peaceful Sithspawn should be pardoned too. And Bogan . . .
Bogan. Are you calling me a minor Je'daii?
Luke. No, my Lord. But your children should not be left out. They should have a cabin at the Praxeum. Kyp has proven that. No unclaimed demigods will be crammed into cabin eleven anymore, wondering who their parents are. They'll have their own cabins, for all the Je'daii. And no more pact of the Big Three. That didn't work anyway. You've got to stop trying to get rid of powerful Jedi. We're going to train them and accept them instead. All children of the Je'daii will be welcome and treated with respect. That is my wish.
Sekot. [snorts] Is that all?
Vader. Luke. You ask much. You presume much.
Luke. I hold you to your oath, all of you.
Ashla. The boy is correct. We have been unwise to ignore our children. It proved a strategic weakness in this war and almost caused our destruction. Luke Skywalker, I have had my doubts about you. But perhaps . . . perhaps I was mistaken. I move that we accept the boy's plan.
Sekot. [huffs] Being told what to do by a mere child. But I suppose . . .
Yun-Shuno. All in favor.
All the Je'daii consent.
Luke. Er, thanks.
Vader. Honor guard.
The Wookiees approach and form an honor guard around Luke, creating an aisle for Luke to walk through.
Lowbacca. All hail Luke Skywalker, Hero of Tython . . . and my big brother.
Exit all.