And now to continue with the story that takes place in George Lucas' universe.

Dack's lightsaber took off the tops of the carbonite slabs, and the control panels on the sides. He just missed Leia's head, but Han was going to have a lot of hair missing. When the control panels were destroyed, they sparked dangerously. Miraculously, the slabs began to crack, and suddenly shattered!

Luke and Dack ducked as shrapnel went flying. Fighting his fear of seeing Leia and Han in pieces (literally), Luke looked up. They were both lying on the floor, seemingly unharmed, but unmoving. Then he turned on Dack more violently.

"You almost killed them!" He stabbed at Dack, who groped around in the Force for his lightsaber, without avail.

It's for the best, you know Dack.

That annoying voice. If only Dack could kill it. Then, without warning, Luke stabbed Dack. For one moment time seemed to stop, as Dack looked, shocked, down at the hilt protruding from his stomach, then up at Luke's equally shocked face. Then he sank to his knees, arms flailing outwards, face forwards.

The minute his knees made contact with the floor, a huge ripple went out in the Force. Everyone felt it, Force sensitive and non-sensitive alike.

On Dagobah, Anakin snapped out of his trance, suddenly. The wave in the Force nearly knocked him out. Yoda's eyes also snapped open. Padmé felt dizzy, and sat down suddenly, on the floor. The bowl she was holding shattered before she hit the ground.

The Rebels and Imperials on Endor stopped suddenly, no longer firing. They all felt sick. Droids began to short circuit, and suddenly, without warning, the shield generator blew up.

The space battle was also cut short. One moment pilots were making daring maneuvers, shooting like there was no tomorrow, and rapidly chattering into radios. The next everything had stopped, and anyone wearing a helmet grabbed their heads to ease the pain, while wiring everywhere sparked.

Mara Jade, who was in a room next to the Throne Room, was enjoying the tension of the battle inside and outside, when suddenly she was thrown off her bunk.

Luke was sent flying back, his saber flying out of his hand, and he hit the wall. Even the great, unshakeable Palpatine, who had gotten up when Luke stabbed Dack, was affected. His force-vision was disrupted, and the energy began to leave him. He did not notice Luke's saber flying through the air, and with a loud thunk it hit him in the back of the head. He passed out, slumped on his throne.

His mouth wide open, Dack breathed in until he could breathe no longer. His mechanical arm was sparking, but he couldn't feel that – or anything – anymore. His eyes were wide open.

It's okay, Dack. It's as it was meant to be. The voice was no longer annoying, but comforting, soothing. His head felt as if it were about to explode.

And then, bigger than anything before, his mind was released.

Suddenly everything was coming back to him. He remembered two smiling faces. His parents! And then he saw those people die. He also saw an older man, a Rebel prisoner. He remembered growing up, and working, working so hard. It was the labor colony on Kalist VI, where his parents had been imprisoned! He remembered the raid, and escaping, and joining the Rebels. He saw all his real friends, relived all the pain, the happiness, the knowledge. And then he remembered Hoth. He saw Luke trying to pull him out of the snowspeeder. Luke was looking up, his face a mask of horror, seeing the oncoming walker. "I'm sorry, Dack, but I have to do this." He could feel Luke's regret as he walked away. Finally, he was at peace.

And then he didn't feel so bad anymore. An invisible pair of hands grabbed him by the shoulders and hoisted him back to his feet. He couldn't feel the pain in his stomach anymore.

Come on, Dack! You've done this much! Now finish it!

He staggered up, and saw that Luke was getting up too. He ran over to Leia, and picked her up. He carried her over to the Emperor's personal escape pod. Then he hurried back to help Luke with Han. They were both alive as far as he could see.

Luke looked at him worriedly. He had realized Dack got his memory back.

"Dack! How are you able to stand? I'm so sorry, I…I gave into the darkside. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay Luke. Let's get Han in the pod." He grabbed Han's feet, and he and Luke hauled Han into the pod. Once again, Luke caught the gleam in Dack's eye too late. Dack shoved him in and sealed the door. He backed away and released the pod.

"No!" Luke banged on the door to the pod. It was a tight fit in the pod, with the three of them in the space for one. Luke cursed himself inwardly. It was the second time he had left Dack to die.

Dack ran across to a cupboard that was loaded with weapons. No one stopped him, as they were all still reeling from the shock. He ran back to the Throne, and stuffed Palpatine's cloak with guns, grenades and other explosives. He set a timer on one, just to be sure it exploded. Then he dragged the Emperor over to the edge, and with the last of his strength pushed the body in. A moment later, Dack heard an explosion. Toxic fumes, ionized gases, and flames flew into his face, pushing him against a wall. His head hit it with a very audible ring, and the Death Star was blown into oblivion. At long last there was darkness.

By a strange twist of fate, or indeed the will of the Force itself, the Rebels were far enough away that there was no serious damage when the Death Star exploded. Luke had stopped banging on the door. Another wave rocked the galaxy as Palpatine expired, and Leia and Han came to (vaguely) just in time to see the monstrous station explode.

One other shuttle escaped. Mara Jade was not happy, the strain of the Force, all that had happened that day, was taking its toll. And for once, she did not have the energy to resist.

The celebrations seemed endless. Luke had told Leia everything. It had been a lot to handle, but all things considered, she was happy and understood. Luke was reunited with all his friends, and the whole time Wedge was saying in a loud voice, "I told you he wouldn't just bail on us! Wooha!"

Luke smiled at Han and Leia. Considering how long they had been in carbonite, they should have been suffering from Hibernation Sickness, but something in the giant force ripple had made them better. Han pulled Leia off to the side. Luke's smile got wider. He wanted to give them their privacy, he truly did, but how could he resist?

"…marry me?" Han was down on one knee, gazing lovingly up at Leia. They had only known each other for so long.

"Oh Han! Yes!" She hugged him and then kissed him. Luke shook his head happily and went off to find the High Command. They had to know the truth about Dack.

Later, Luke stood watching the fireworks with everyone. They had posthumously commemorated Dack, and in the future everyone referred to the day right before this one as "Dack Ralter Day". He noticed Leia was standing away from the group, staring out into space.

"Hey sis, what is it?"

She smiled, still not quite used to being called "sis", but in a good way.

"It's nothing Luke. I was just wondering."

"About what?"

"My real mother. I thought she died when I was very young. But if what you said was true, then she's still alive. And I was also wondering about our real father. Anakin Skywalker. Where are they Luke?"

"Don't worry, Leia, we'll find them, I know it."

The stood there for a moment silently, and then Han came up and stood between them, his arms on their shoulders.

Finally they stood, looking out at the celebrating Rebels and the Fireworks, three friends together at the end.

Tadaa! And so at last, Dack has his revenge (or peace, you decide)! Thank you to everyone who reviewed this story, it's been fun. And who knows, maybe, I'll come back and write another story! Until then, this is

Strider, Lord of the Sith,

Signing out.