Author's Note: Final Chapter before the epilogue- Jebus it's taken a while to get here. Thank you to everyone who has stayed with me through all of this and to newer readers who are only discovering it now. Love it or hate it, this ending (and epilogue) has been scripted as an idea for over a dozen years and I'm delighted to finally be here, have it completed and share.

Reading Note: There are changes between who is seeing what on narrow third person POVs through this chapter as we jump between characters - it should be relatively easy to follow as they're all marked by page breaks.

Enjoy!

Chapter 96

Angel of Iego - Month Twenty Seven, Day Nineteen PEF

Morning

Vader's respect for his errant wife's ability to elude Ventress over the last two days had increased with every jump he had to follow her.

Yaga Minor had taken him to Valc, followed by Kalee, doubling back to Yaga Minor to Ord Biniir, and finally heading to Ord Trasi. The fact that they were back nearly where they'd begun at Gwori wasn't lost on him and he wondered if Padmé would dare return, but he'd been proven wrong several times in the last two days when trying to determine where she was headed.

They'd misjumped twice but Asajj clearly had her trail and Vader had finally, after carefully scanning the lanes at each jump, found an old engine signal that had been familiar but only barely. He'd tracked it down in the database, finding it belonged to a Sheathipede-class transport shuttle - which should only have been short range. His respect for his wife's inginuity increased; it was a signature he'd never have thought to look for.

Padmé had escaped him and continued to elude Ventress, though Vader suspected they gained ground with each jump and Padmé wouldn't be able to elude Asajj for long. Now that he had the shuttle's signature locked in, he, too, was gaining ground; tracking her directly instead of through Ventress' ship.

His next jump would lead him to a system that was familiar as it was unusual; the outer rim territories. What Padmé was looking for, or where she was determined to go, he wasn't positive, but she'd taken he and Asajj on a merry chase so far. He could only hope that his ship was faster than Asajj's and he would arrive in time to stop the Force Adept from what he knew she'd do, given the chance. Fear, terror, gripped him, and he focused on it, driving it down into his chest and saving it, using it to focus. There would be a time to expel that energy, but not until he could confront the traitorous Ventress.

She had no idea the monster she had woken and Vader would see she paid in blood.

Moltok - Month Twenty Seven, Day Nineteen PEF

Afternoon

Bail Organa waited with his hands crossed and linked together behind his back as the Sheathipede-class transport shuttle touched down. His own vessel, a small, non-descript shuttle with no visible markings and no distinguishing features, behind him. He'd left his crew on board the capital ship, currently hidden among the nearby asteroids in the system's belt. He'd come alone, though Padmé hadn't specifically asked for it. The cowl of the cloak he wore was specifically to keep his identity hidden from any prying eyes that might watch the meeting.

Meeting Padmé anywhere was chancy; if anyone identified them together, he'd have a price on his head.

Waiting until the shuttle's landing struts had unfurled, he started towards the shuttle at a slow pace, knowing it would take a couple of minutes before the loading ramp opened. The engines wound down to a soft whine, indicating that they'd entered the standby mode. He stopped about half way to the shuttle and loosened his hands to his sides, flexing his fingers and silently trying to prepare for whatever this meeting would bring. The ramp opened Padmé emerged, dressed much like she'd been the last time he'd seen her, with a pack over her shoulder and, to his surprise, both Threepio and, if he wasn't mistaken, Vader's droid Artoo. Bail took a deep breath, holding his ground, all the while knowing that if the droid was loyal to Vader, he was as good as branded a traitor.

Padmé walked towards him steadily, her own hood down around her shoulders, her expression grim. She practically marched the distance, the droids lagging behind her.

"Padmé. You're looking well."

"Bail." She nodded tightly. "You're a better liar than I gave you credit for."

Somehow, he managed not to flinch. "It would help if I knew the context-"

"You told me you sent my children into hiding, to protect them from the Empire."

"We did-."

"You didn't," Padmé snapped at him shortly, cutting him off and preventing him from continuing. "Vader met Leia, Bail. He met her! Do you realize that he could have recognized his own daughter? The daughter you promised me was safe?"

"She is safe," Bail snapped. "Leia wasn't supposed to meet him."

Padmé stared at him for a long moment, her eyes suddenly sad. "You're not denying it."

"Leia is loved with us, Padmé; she has a good life and no one knows she's more than a foundling who was born the day before Empire day."

"I..." Padmé pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

Bail could tell she was shaking, trying her best to control herself. The way her hand was flexing, he found himself glad she didn't have a blaster in her hand. "Breha is a good mother to her, Padmé; she wants for nothing."

"Except for her real mother, Bail!" Padmé's cry was both hurt and furious. "How could you betray me like this? How could you look me in the eyes and tell me all the lies about her and Luke?"

"I never lied to you."

"You never told me the truth either; that you stole my daughter!"

"Separating the twins was the best chance they both had for evading Vader's notice; if we'd kept them together, he would have found them long ago."

"They belonged with their mother, with me! They're my children, Bail!"

"And they always will be," Bail kept his voice calm, trying to reason with her. "Leia will know about you, Padmé; it has always been our intention to tell her when she's older. We've made no secret of the fact she's adopted."

"Vader is going to know, Bail. He'll find out. You can't... you can't keep her."

"She is safe, Padmé. Breha has taken her away from Alderaan on a retreat that will last some time. If Vader comes looking for her, it won't be because of something we've done. We won't hide her away; we have no intention of living like she's a secret not to be shared. She won't be formally introduced to the Senate until she's at least fourteen."

"No." Padmé snapped, taking a step towards him, "I don't want her to-"

"Only if she wants it."

Padmé swallowed hard and exhaled. "How could you, Bail?"

"We didn't know if you would make it, Padmé; you should have died." He searched her face. "We did what we thought was right in the moment to protect you; to protect them. You've always believed they were together and now Vader does too, if you'd shared anything with him."

Bail watched her struggling.

It took a few moments before she she nodded hard; once. "I understand, Bail. I don't like it. I don't accept it. But I understand why you separated my children. Thank you, for giving Leia a loving home."

"She is the joy of our lives, Padmé. You could join us on Alderaan; you could come and meet her."

"Come and-"

The sound of an engine screaming as it entered the atmosphere drew both of their gazes upwards, a fighter shuttle bearing down on them.

"Run!"

Bail didn't have to be told twice, sprinting for his shuttle as laser bolts rocked the platform, the concussion sending him staggering. Padmé was at his side in a moment, grabbing his arm and hauling him forward. They tripped and ran for the nearest cover. They ducked under a small outcropping of rock that served as the edge of the landing platform as the laser bolts slammed into the duracrete and rock, showering them in debris. Turning back as the ship rushed by, he and Padmé observed the platform. Artoo was jetting towards them, Artoo clinging to him, his boosters driving them forward and next to the rocky outcropping as the ship climbed upwards.

"Oh my! Mistress Padmé, Senator Organa, are you alright?"

"Fine, Threepio," Padmé was short with the droid. "Bail, you need to get out of here."

"We need to get out of here."

"I can't."

"Come with me."

"I can't." Padmé looked haunted as the fighter screamed away, turning to line up another pass. "It's me they're after, if it's who I think it is, she's not going to let us go if we both get on that shuttle."

"Padmé-"

"Take the droids with you and take care of my daughter, Bail. Obi-Wan has Luke. Find him. Tell them..." She smiled faintly, reached for his belt and stole his blaster. "Tell them that I've always loved them."

"Padmé!" Bail grabbed her by the shoulders. "Don't do this. Come with me. We can get away when they turn back for their next pass."

"There won't be another pass, Bail, and you can't be here when she lands. Go. Please."

Staring into Padmé's eyes, he saw her determination and her desperation. "There has to be another way."

"There isn't. Artoo?"

The astromech toodled.

"Get Threepio and Bail to Bail's shuttle and get out of here."

He whistled an affirmative.

"I'm not going with them. Padmé. Not without you."

"You have to. I'm sorry, Bail."

It was her last words to him as the blue ring of a stun blast knocked him unconscious.

Padmé swiftly looped her pack on one of Threepio's arms and then pushed the unconscious Bail into him. Artoo shifted, whistled and was off. Even as he left the shelter of the outcropping, Padmé stood and raced back into the open, hoping to draw Asajj's attention as she made it look like she was running for her own shuttle. She glanced at the shuttle Bail had brought, and saw Artoo fly up and into the access way. Grabbing her commlink, she flicked it on. "Good job, Artoo. Now get them out of here!"

He whistled a scathing negative.

"Do it, Artoo, or none of us will. Find Luke and Leia; tell them the truth. About me. About their father. You're the only one who can. Find them!"

The blasts of the turbolasers connected with the Sheathipede-class transport shuttle moments later, the resulting blast and shockwave throwing Padmé backwards and off her feet. Hitting the ground, her vision blurred for a moment as her hear struck and she groaned. Her comlink went flying but, by some miracle, she kept her grip on the blaster. Shrapnel rained down about her and she screamed, taking a hit of something that was sharp and burning in the thigh even as she curled into ball, and covered her head and neck with her hands and arms.

Not daring to stay that way for long, her ears ringing, Padmé opened her eyes to the smoke filled landing platform, fire raging where her shuttle had been, and watched as the ship that had destroyed it turned sharply to angle a shot at Bail's shuttle. The small shuttle jumped off the platform and hurtled into space as the shot came in, making the atmosphere with the hostile ship on its tail. Artoo was a better pilot than most Jedi; Bail and Threepio were in good hands.

Padmé took a moment to breathe, found her thigh to be a bleeding mess, and tore a sleeve off her shirt. Wrapping the wound, shrapnel and all still embedded, she bit back a scream as she forced herself to her feet.

Looking skyward, she was unable to see the shuttle as the hostile ship turned back, heading back for the platform. Praying silently that they'd gotten away without a trace and would take her words to her children, Padmé turned her attention back to herself. Hobbling across the platform, she made for the outcropping where they'd found their first shelter from the hostile ship's attack and settled herself behind it. Blaster in hand, she arranged it so she had a clear shot once the pilot landed.

Flipping it from stun to lethal, she waited.

Asajj chased the shuttle into the space above Moltok and followed it as it headed for the asteroid belt. It was a short range shuttle, unmodified and very limited based on the way it was flying. Whomever was supposed to collect it, would likely be along, but Asajj decided she could deal with them after taking care of Padmé. It would only take a few minutes and the shuttle would have to hide, send their signal and wait for pick up. More than enough time to come back for it.

Turning back to the planet, she made a swift decent to the still burning platform, gratified to see that Padmé was no longer in the center. Good. She hadn't wanted to kill her by destroying the shuttle, just prevent her escape. Having has to choose her targets, with them being so far apart, Asajj had chosen the craft she'd known to be modified. Now, Padmé remained on the platform, alone, and Asajj would end this.

Landing was easy enough as she took the place of the other shuttle, flipping on the autopilot as she neared the ground, and heading to the exit. The ship would remain above the ground, just out of reach of anyone without the use of the Force, or a grappling cable, to get them to the ramp. There it swayed back and forth, the repulsors keeping it in place, though clearly not designed to do so. Lightsabers in hand, she descended the ramp as it neared the ground and dropped, rolling as she landed.

The first blaster bolt caught her by surprise, slamming into her shoulder and one of her blades ignited immediately, coming up to parry the next. Her arm spasmed, numb from the shoulder down, the blade in her right hand dropping from her nerveless fingers as they lost their grip.

"You should have made the first shot count, Padmé," Asajj taunted as another bolt came screaming towards her head and she deflected it back along its trajectory, the smoke on the platform making it difficult for her to spot her prey. "You can't escape me. It is only a matter of time before I find you and kill you."

"You can try, Asajj," Padmé taunted back, the vastness of the platform not giving away her position. "I won't be easy to kill."

"You'll be easier than most!" flicking off the blade which made her a target, Asajj clipped it to her belt event as she used the Force to jump out of the way of the next bolt, stretching out with the Force to bring her lost blade to her hand. Several more blaster bolts slammed into the space where she'd been moments ago, and she smiled. Following that trajectory, she used the Force to lift and throw a rock, experimenting with distance. It clattered to the ground, another followed the first, disappearing into the smoke. It hit solid rock; not the ground, but a berm. The landing pad was lined by a berm on the left side; she'd seen it when Padmé had taken refuge during her strafing run.

"Vader's coming for me, Asajj; think you can kill me before he gets here?"

"Vader won't save you now, Lady Vader," Asajj taunted, throwing another rock, but knowing there was some truth to Padmé's statement. If Vader arrived before Asajj was able to land the killing blow, she'd be fighting for her life before ending the reason for his. "He's too far behind."

"Who are you trying to convince, Ventress?" Another bolt came from the same direction as before, along a slightly different trajectory, passing to Asajj's left. "Me? Or you?"

Asajj cackled, using the Force to throw a shower of rocks towards where the bolt had originated from. A strangled cry told her she'd met her mark and she slinked in that direction, crossing the ground carefully. Padmé was an excellent shot. Her fingers were numb, starting to tingle with returned feeling, but it would be some time before it fully returned. Lightsaber in hand, she crept across the debris on the landing pad, searching the smoke as it was starting to thin, giving her a wider range of vision. Her lightsaber came up to block another blast, one that would have impacted her head, deflecting it away.

"Still think I need saving?"

Choosing not to answer as she flicked the saber off and jumped away, using the Force to cushion her fall and prevent any sound, she watched the blaster bolts strike where she'd been, passing through the dissipating smoke. The roar of an engine entering the atmosphere and the sudden chill that engulfed her, told Asajj that her time was running out.

Vader had arrived and, if she didn't kill Padmé quickly, she'd never get another chance.

Vader headed straight for the burning debris on the landing pad where the signal of Ventress' ship had stopped. As the burn from the atmosphere cleared the cockpit canopy, he could see the tiny flashed of a lightsaber and those of blaster bolts flying through the smoke cloud below. Relief hit him so hard he just about collapsed in the chair. Padmé was alive; he'd arrived in time.

Flipping on the auto pilot, he broke out of his crash webbing and headed for the ramp, lightsaber in hand.

Vader had no time to waste.

Ventress was about to pay for daring to entertain the notion of touching what was his... and Padmé...

He'd deal with his errant wife once they were safely away.

The ramp lowered with agonizing slowness, wind whipped his cloak and clothes about and, without so much as a second thought, he dove out of the ship.

Padmé looked skyward as the sound of the ship reached her, recognizing the engine with a sense of disbelief. The silhouette of the Angel of Iego made itself known through the swiftly dissipating smoke and, even as she watched, a figure jumped from several hundred feet up.

She knew that tactic.

Vader had arrived.

"Do you think you're saved, Padmé?" Asajj taunted easily. "What do you think he'll do to you once you're back in his gilded cage?"

"While he kills you," she returned, catching the Force Adept's shadow approaching her and rolling to line up her next few shot, she let loose, and the red lightsaber sprang to life, "I was thinking of stealing your ship."

Bolts came back along their trajectory and Padmé rolled to avoid them, keeping her line of sight on Asajj as she squeezed off another few bolts, hoping Bail had charged his blaster's clip to full. The blaster answered, bolts going high and low, forcing Asajj to block high and low. Her first shot had missed her head, but she'd obviously connected; the Force Adept wasn't using both sabers.

The blaster was suddenly pulled from her grip and Padmé let out a yell of denial as she was suddenly following its trajectory as she was pulled from her perch and sent hurtling through the air.

"Padmé!"

It was Anakin's voice that reached her ears, that familiar, desperate call that she'd heard so many times in her life time; a familiar call that was far away.

Too far away.

She stopped suddenly, her arms and legs thrown forward like a doll's. Asajj's face was right before her, the malevolent ice-blue eyes that had once held respect, devoid of any softness. As she stared into Asajj's eyes, the burning of the lightsaber in her gut made itself known, her insides on fire as the blade sliced through her stomach and upwards, through her internal organs and out through her back. Agony shredded her control and she screamed when Asajj twisted the lightsaber.

"PADMÉ! "

Her body was pushed backwards and the lightsaber disappeared.

The burning remained, as Padmé crumpled to the ground, red lightsaber meeting red lightsaber as Vader's wrath descended.

As Padmé was Force pushed beyond her reach, Asajj spun to face Vader as he leapt at her, his lightsaber already in hand, coming down in a powerful overhanded chop.

"I will kill you, Ventress!"

Of that she had no doubt.

Not wasting breath to reply, her second lightsaber came off her belt into a hand that was barely functional even as she twirled away, her left handed sabre parrying the overhanded chop on one edge to give her space to move. Asajj felt the impact even as the blade was deflected away. Another block followed by a quick duck and a dip to step out of harm's way had her spinning around him. Their blades clashed, a symphony of electricity humming and slicking through the air.

Vader was relentless.

He moved in before she could catch herself, their blades clashing one after another. He tried to Force choke her and Asajj countered with a Force push, knocking him back as she danced backwards. She couldn't let him catch her like that. Flipping away, she landed in a crouch, sparing a desperate glance towards her craft. If she could get to her ship-

"You will die."

Her head snapped back just as a thrown lightsaber blade came twirling towards her, a scythe of death, and her right hand snapped out to meet it.

It promptly hit the ground as the spinning blade dipped at the last second and took her arm off just below the shoulder. Both blades, her and his, winked out of existence as she screamed, dropping to her knees as the shock of the fallen limb momentarily immobilized her body as her brain struggled to process the change.

It was a fatal moment and Vader was on her before she recovered.

Vader stalked in as Ventress went to her knees, a part of his recognizing the shocked look on her face as one he'd worn a life time ago after his battle with her former master on Geonosis. Losing a limb was a traumatic experience; the brain couldn't process what had happened and needed time to understand what it was seeing. Time to recover. Despite having this in common, he felt nothing.

He felt no pity for her, no sense of remorse.

She had stabbed Padmé.

She had tried to kill his wife, and she was a threat he needed to eliminate.

Vader's lightsaber came up, sweeping towards her neck, only to be deflected as she lifted her still good arm to meet it. There was still fight in her, but it was weak. He used the Force to grip her neck, lifting her into the air and immediately squeezed as she began to gasp for air, shaking her in the grasp like a puppet ith cut strings. Her remaining lightsaber dropped to the ground as she used her left overhand to grab at the invisible hand. Vader dropped her immediately as he stepped close and wrapped his real hand around her neck, replacing the phantom fingers with physical ones.

"No mercy. No quarter."

His fingers dug into the tendons of her neck, crushing her wind pipe as he funneled the whole of his Force powers into his grip. Her nails dug into the back of his hand, tearing skin and drawing blood as she attempted to break his grip, his hold driving her towards the ground so she couldn't use her legs to kick him. Bones gave and shattered under his fingers with an audible crack, tendons and ligaments popping with satisfying certainty as her final gurgle of desperation left her lips. Skin gave and blood coated his finger tips.

"And here, you die."

Her eyes bulged, her tongue emerging from between her lips as her pupils suddenly glazed over and she went limp in his grasp, her hand dropping away from his, twitching at her side. Her windpipe crushed and the bones in her neck all but jelly, he dropped her to the ground and discarded her corpse without a second thought.

The threat she had been, was terminated.

Spinning on his heel, Vader sprinted back to Padmé; she would needed medical attention and fast. Pressing the button on his wrist, he called the Angel in for a landing.

Padmé was dying

She knew it, could feel it.

The burning in her body was turning to ice, feeling disappearing as numbness slowly crept upwards, as if she was being covered in an ice blanket.

She fought it, knowing she couldn't die yet; not until she'd spoken with Anakin again, not until she'd let him know what she'd seen. What she knew despite everything. That she knew he'd have been a wonderful father and husband if he'd been given the chance. That yes, she'd always known of his darker tendencies, but couldn't accept being the catalyst for the destruction of everything they'd held dear. That she hadn't been able to save him, but, someday, their children would bring him back to the light. There, at the end, she had to believe it; had to believe there was still good in him.

Padmé heard the clash of sabers on the periphery of her consciousness, knowing Anakin was fighting her killer.

He would win, he always won, and she clung to the sound, knowing if she let go, she'd never get to say all she wanted to.

"Anakin."

His name left her lips, barely audible as she pressed her hands to the charred and torn hole in her body, unable to feel her hands but knowing they were where she needed them to be.

The sound of lightsabers seemed so far away, and suddenly ceased, leaving her with nothing to focus on except the slowly creeping cold in her veins, her body now completely numb from the waist down. Her head turned as footsteps came close, tears sliding down her cheeks when she realized everything was edged in black and her vision was blurred.

"Anakin... "

"I'm here." His beloved face was suddenly before her, his hand sliding around her back, one hand taking hers and bringing it to his lips as he clutched her close. "I'm here, Padmé. Hold on, my love, I need to get you help."

"Too late... I won't... Anakin-"

"No. Don't say that," tears filled his eyes as he shook his head in denial. "Don't say that... I can save you. I-"

"Ani."

"I can't lose you too, Padmé."

"No choice..." she gasped, struggling to breathe, "I found you." She nodded, flattening her palm against his face, barely able to feel his skin through her fingertips. "Let me go."

"I can't." His cry was ragged. "I can't. Not when I finally found you again."

"You're... better," she coughed, struggling to continuing speaking as the ice crept up over her belly, "better than this, Ani."

"I can't be without you." He pressed her hand to his cheeks. "Please... please Padmé. Stay with me. You make me better, you always have."

"The good..." the ice was creeping into her chest, and Padmé knew there wasn't much time as the feel of his arm around her back faded to nothing. "is in you, Ani."

"Padmé... Angel, please."

"They'll find you... one day..." darkness was edging her vision further, narrowing it to just his terrified and grief-stricken eyes, "and you'll... see..."

"Padmé?"

Her eyes closed and Padmé could feel her body go limp, her consciousness fading. Ice spread through her chest, driving away the feeling in her body, even as she could clearly hear everything Anakin was saying. Ice continued to climb, pressed back only by the warm feeling of his lips on hers, the temporary relief short lived as he pressed them twice more before a wild cry tore from his lips. The cold stretched through the last of her body, her consciousness fading further and further, as if she was slipping into sleep.

As sensation dwindled, she could hear Anakin calling her name in desperation, pleading with her to stay. Pleading with her not to leave him.

The sound of her name on his lips, echoing through the sky with heartrending, soul crushing denial, was the last thing she ever heard.

"Padmé! NO!"

Time stood still as Vader held his wife to his chest, clutching her limp and cooling body in his arms, tears soaking her hair. How long he stayed there, with her in his arms, he didn't know.

Grief stricken, Vader vowed the galaxy would pay for what it had stolen from him for the last time.

Loading Padmé's body onto the Angel, he programmed the freighter to fly into the system's sun. He then boarded the experimental fighter that Asajj had chosen, taking it for his new ship. Vader watched long enough to see the Angel enter the sun's sphere and disintegrate before turning his attention to the ship that was now his.

Tears blurred his eyes, tears he made no move to wipe away, as he noted a ship's signature still locked in the scanner. With a flick of his wrist, Vader wiped the information without more than a quick, blurred glance. He had no need of the scan with the ship a pile of slag on the landing platform below.

Unable to think of what else to do, he called up the nav computer database, numbly looking at the names of the planets and wondering where he should go.

His comm. signaled an incoming transmission; a transmission from his Master. Transferring the control of the transmission to the ship from his personal comm., Vader

A quick rub of his face with his mechanical hand, a deep breath and then a second, he flicked the button to activate it and took a knee, bowing his head respectfully. "My Master."

"I sense a great disturbance in you, Lord Vader."

"The Adept is dead, Master," Vader told him coldly, clenching his fingers. His hand was still red with her blood where his finger tips had punctured the skin of her neck. He wished he'd not killed her so swiftly; she deserved to die a thousand deaths for her actions - and then more. "As you commanded."

"Did she take something from you, my boy?"

Vader flinched, unable to speak, so great was his grief and his rage.

"I see." The Emperor regarded him knowingly and in that moment, Vader was certain he did. His tone was understanding; the friend Vader had once known and the mentor he continued to be. "Go to Mygeeto. Eliminate every rebel, everyone whispered to have had dealings or sympathies for this rebellion. Wipe the world clean and make it known. Broadcast your victory. You will make the galaxy fear you once again, Lord Vader."

Just the balm he needed for his shattered heart. "Yes, Master."

The holo flickered out.

Mygeeto.

Vader rose to his feet and settled into the pilot's chair, numb and yet agonizingly broken. Refocusing on his Master's directive, he clung to it like a lifeline.

His fleet was still dealing with insurgents, not having quelled the issues as quickly as he would have completed the operation had he been there. He would fix that. Checking the nav computer, he programmed the coordinated and made the jump.

Less than an hour later, he was raining havoc and hell down on the galaxy, staring with Mygeeto.

Padmé's death has stolen his light and purpose for anything but a vessel for darkness.

The galaxy would pay for her death; it would be as bereft of hope and light as he was inside.

For the next seventeen years he would rain death and destruction down on those who would dare oppose his Empire; it would take the emergence of one Luke Skywalker at the Battle of Yavin IV to change everything.

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