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Skywalker Resurgent Ch.3: That Moment, a Chip in Time, Where Leaving Home is the Lesser Crime

All things considered, I believe we were fortunate to get out of there as quickly as we did. The Jawas huffed and squeaked over me taking Leia with me, but they weren't going to pick any sort of fight over it since she clearly wanted to go. They probably were just lamenting the chance to fleece Leia for the droids and anything else she might have had in the small emergency pack she was carrying with her from the escape pod. Jawas were viscous little bastards like that. You almost have to admire their determination.

I vaguely remembered an old EU story where Leia, Han, and Chewie came to Tatooine to recover some Alderaanian painting from a private auction. They ended up in the desert and came across a massacred group of Jawas around their Sandcrawler with only one survivor. Injured, alone, and surrounded by aliens ready to leave it to die, the Jawa still haggled over what the price would be for medical aid and information on their attackers. That's either greed on a level most humans can't truly comprehend or stubbornness the likes of which outlasts even the deserts.

We loaded up the droids and I got my first real introduction to C-3PO and R2D2. Threepio was every bit the prissy intellectual he was made out to be and gave polite introductions to himself and Artoo as we got them loaded up into the back seats. I was pleased to note that since this wasn't just some guy in a costume, he was definitely built with a much wider range of motion in his joints than the movies depicted, although his default stance seemed to have him still keeping his arms bent in front of him at an angle. Artoo's introduction was a bit more amusing. He bleeped out a casual 'hey, how's it going blonde guy?' in Binary, otherwise known as the droid language.

"I'm just fine, thank you for asking," I replied, smirking at his surprised, exclamatory whistle that I understood him. Luke had spent so much time around droids and communicating with them through readouts that he had picked up a respectable understanding of Binary as a boy. It might have been his/my own connection to the Force which helped me translate more meaning from it than the human ear may normally allow. It was a fairly rare skill since most people never bothered to learn it, but I was glad I could at least understand most of what Artoo was saying. That little droid had seen more action than any droid and most people in recent galactic history and was deeply intertwined in the Star Wars mythos and the Skywalker story in particular.

After securing them in the back of the speeder and declining one last sales attempt by the Jawas, we were on our way. I had insisted we drape a tarp over the two droids to 'protect them from stray sand,' but I had a more practical reason I didn't want to say with the Jawas so near but was fine with explaining to Leia once we were on our way. The Empire had likely started a search already for the occupants of that escape pod and I didn't want to risk being spotted any more than we already were. The last thing I wanted was for some flunky operating a scanner to note that a speeder carrying two passengers and two droids were spotted in the desert in the early evening just after that escape pod touched down. Sure, they might look into it later as to why we were out here at all, but we only had to fool them for a short while. Leia agreed with my reasoning and remarked she was glad I was so prepared, which I told her I took as a high compliment.

Hey, it's not paranoia if they're really out to get you. In this case, I really should be worried about the government spaceship in orbit spying on my activities.

We didn't really talk much at first as we raced across the desert, but I was bursting with curiosity as I drove us to Kenobi's place. I wanted to ask her about her own childhood on Alderaan and her career working in the Imperial Senate. This is Leia Freaking Organa! I felt my old self bursting with fascination at this beautiful Carrie Fisher lookalike. Even in the Star Wars universe, she was something of a celebrity figure for her many publicized missions of mercy and spearheading disaster relief efforts on numerous worlds. I admittedly didn't keep up as much with the holonews as I'd have liked to since my training and other preparations took up too much time, but even Tatooine occasionally couldn't avoid the word of some Outer Rim world receiving shiploads of relief supplies from the Core Worlds. Leia's face was typically plastered at the top of those stories along with an article filled with so much Imperial propaganda, you could choke a bantha with it.

Quelling my inner fanboy, I turned to ask her the first question that naturally came to me. "How are you holding up?"

Abandoning her examination of the passing desert, she turned to look at me. "I'm fine," she said simply.

"It's gonna be a few minutes before we get to our destination," I told her. "How did you end up all the way out here?"

"Didn't you say you had some 'special power' that let you know that?" she asked with just a little bit of sarcasm in her tone.

"I've undergone training with Kenobi, but I'm no Jedi," I told her. "At least, I don't consider myself one. And even then, no Jedi or Force user is all knowing, no matter how much they might act like it at times or in stories."

Leia seemed to think about that for a few moments. I thought she wasn't going to say anything at all until she started speaking again. "I was on a mission and received vital intelligence that was relayed to my ship. However, the transmission was detected by the Empire and they figured we were the most likely recipients. They raided my ship and I escaped with my two droids."

"What kind of intel did you receive?" I asked, making myself sound only idly curious.

"You're not cleared to know that," she replied quickly.

"What, not even as General Kenobi's associate?" I asked.

"No," she said firmly, now giving me a very stern and serious look. I restrained a small chuckle since I found the look more cute than intimidating. There was no attraction there since I knew she was my sister, but it was probably that knowledge, plus the knowledge of who she was and her personality that made me look at her as though she was a friend who didn't seem to realize I considered us as such. Still, I'd do well to remember she had that holdout blaster on her person still and might just pull it back out if I didn't mind my words.

"Fair enough," I said finally. "How did you get down here? If you were boarded, wouldn't they have been looking to stop any escape pods from getting away?"

That had actually been bothering me quite a bit. I wasn't sure how she had ended up on that pod instead of just launching the droids and trying to bluff her way past Vader or how she hadn't been either tractored aboard or blasted apart after launching, but I was starting to have my own theories. The easiest way to confirm them was just to ask.

"They would have been," she agreed. "And they likely would have either captured or shot me down if my father hadn't taken precautions and had a special escape pod installed on my personal transport ship."

"Special escape pod?" I asked, expressing my surprise. Where the hell did that even come from?

"He insisted," Leia explained. "Especially after I became involved in Alliance activities. The pod was loaded with enough jammers and countermeasures to pay for it's own ship. It wouldn't fool more advanced sensor suites that knew to look for it, but it could serve as a quick getaway if needed. This time, it was needed."

"Huh," I said simply.

It made a certain amount of sense, I suppose. I knew from the original timeline that Bail was nervous letting his daughter get involved in the rebellion and that worry extended to letting her work in the Imperial Senate. More than one of those 'mercy missions' had certainly been a cover for some sort of work for the Alliance. I guess my warning through Kenobi to her father had been enough to get him to put his foot down and take precautions for his daughter's sake. Stealth tech wasn't easy or cheap to come by in the Star Wars galaxy and true cloaking tech was even more rare. Bail could have probably paid for at least two fully equipped X-Wings for what he paid to equip one escape pod with that level of protection.

She continued to explain about how the pod had made a safe entry to Tatooine's atmosphere, crashing in the Dune Sea. She explained salvaging the small emergency pack aboard the pod, which contained suitable supplies for a variety of environments, including a change of clothes from her usual gowns and dresses she was expected to wear while making public appearances. This conversation continued until we reached Kenobi's place. She had just gotten to the part where I had shown up and she had overheard that I was looking for two droids when I pointed out that we had almost arrived.

~Skywalker Resurgent~

Kenobi was standing outside to meet us as we pulled up. He was wearing his Jedi robes and looked very much like some old mystical figure as he lowered his hood to greet us upon our arrival. I don't care what he says; the man's a natural showoff.

Getting the droids out of the speeder was a much quicker process now that we had the seats configured for them already. Threepio just needed a hand for stabilization and Artoo just needed a good lift. So used to just doing things the normal way and being no stranger to manual labor, I didn't even think twice before heaving him out of the speeder and placing him onto the ground. He was a heavy little guy, but not as heavy as one might think. Lifting him had actually reminded me to check on his jet boosters later.

"You seem to have brought more company than you said you would," Kenobi started, looking at Leia as we exited the speeder and approached.

"Not my fault that they all came as a package deal," I replied, shaking his hand in greeting. I cleared my throat as I made the formal introductions. "Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, this is Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan. With her are C-3PO, her protocol droid and R2D2, her astromech. Princess Organa, this is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"General Kenobi," Leia greeted formally, bowing as she did so in a display of Core World nobility that wasn't seen much in this part of the galaxy. "It is an honor to meet you. My father has told me many tales of your great deeds for the Republic before it's fall and of your bravery in the Clone Wars."

"I'm not much of a 'general' these days, I'm afraid," Kenobi replied, bowing in turn. "However, it is a pleasure to meet you, your highness. Your father is a good man and I am in his debt for what he has done for me. I am happy to be able to render assistance to you now."

"Greetings, Master Kenobi!" C-3PO chimed in. "We are so happy to have found you! Your associate, Master Skywalker was quite fortunate to have found us so quickly. Those Jawas were far too keen to either sell me or scrap me for parts! Artoo and I are ever so grateful for your combined efforts and hospitality."

Artoo chimed in an agreeable tone, but followed it up by saying it had been some time since they had parted and he was very glad to see Obi-Wan again. Kenobi spared the droid a soft look, eyes filled with memory as he replied quietly that he was happy to see Artoo again as well.

I had told Kenobi awhile ago that Threepio had gotten a memory wipe after Padme's death, but Artoo had remembered everything. It may have been some small comfort, but I think that Kenobi would appreciate having someone around who had been through many of the same events he had been. I suspected the two would try to find the time to reminisce about the old days when they had the chance.

Kenobi showed us all inside and we took seats around the small sitting area, now more crowded than I suspect it had been since Kenobi had first moved in. Kenobi proved himself a gracious host and retrieved a small tray of assorted dry fruits and some water for us as we got settled. I picked the armchair to one side of the couch so I could take a look at the two droids and get started on routine maintenance with the small toolkit Kenobi kept here. Roaming through the desert and then the inside of a mangy Sandcrawler clearly hadn't done the two any favors.

After thanking us and taking a long drink of her water, Leia apparently decided it was time to get right to business.

"Master Kenobi," Leia began. "Earlier, you stated you would be happy to render assistance to me. It is my hope that I can take you up on that offer." Her shoulders straightened as she seemed to go into a prepared speech.

"Many years ago," she said formally. "You served the Republic alongside my father during the Clone Wars. Now, he and the Alliance are calling upon you to come to their aid once more. My ship was tasked with getting you to Alderaan, but unfortunately my ship was seized by the Empire en route to Tatooine and that will no longer be possible. I hold in my possession vital intelligence of an Imperial super weapon that must make it back to Alliance leadership. I have no doubt that the Empire will find reason to suspect that I was not only aboard the captured ship, but that I managed to escape. They will come looking for me soon. You are now my, and the Alliance's, best and last hope."

Silence reigned in the small dwelling following the end of her plea.

"Sounds like fun," I chimed in cheerfully. "When do we leave?"

Leia shot me a look I couldn't quite decipher as Kenobi chuckled and stroked his beard.

"You'll have to forgive my student here," he said. "What I'm certain he means to say is that we accept your request and would be happy to accompany and secure safe passage back to Alderaan with you."

"We can charter a ship in Mos Eisley tomorrow," I say. "Shouldn't be too hard to find someone willing to fly beneath the Empire's notice if we're willing to shell out a few extra credits."

"I see," Leia said, giving a great sigh of relief. "I am grateful for your assistance. Both of you."

That last bit sounded almost like an afterthought, but I'll take it.

"You are most welcome," Kenobi nodded respectfully towards her.

"If you'll all excuse me for a moment," I said, standing up. "I need to get cleaned up before I go anywhere else."

Walking to the back of the small hovel, I stepped into Kenobi's refresher unit and shut the door behind me. I had to drop this disguise before I got back to the farm so as to not invoke any awkward questions from my aunt and uncle. Also, the faster 'Clint Eastwood' disappeared, the better. Those Jawas would probably give up that name in no time at all if an Imperial patrol stopped them.

A few minutes of work and a change of clothes and I was back in my lighter farming clothes. A white tunic with wide sleeves and light tan pants to help beat the heat and keep relatively cool. I decided to stash the disguise back in the small pack I had originally kept it in. I had thought to ditch it here or in the desert, but I could always do that later and 'Clint Eastwood,' or whomever, may be useful later.

I walked out of the 'fresher still trying to get my hair back to just how I liked it. I walked back to the sitting area and retook my spot as I tuned in to the conversation and the question Leia was asking Kenobi.

"Is there a reason we can't just go now?" she asked. "The faster we leave, the better chance we have of avoiding any Imperial reinforcements that might have been called in."

"It's no good trying to get to Mos Eisley in the dead of night," I answered for her. "We're better off leaving in the morning. The port will be more active and we'll have a better chance of booking a ship quietly when the local bar goers are more sober and we're less likely to be noticed in the crowds."

'Plus, a certain smuggler and his hairy copilot will definitely be hanging around at about that time,' I thought as my real reason.

Leia looked like she didn't quite agree with that logic and would have rather set out as soon as possible. But at seeing Kenobi's nod of acknowledgement to my statement, she apparently decided to not make a fuss over it.

"I'll get the droids cleaned up a bit tonight in my workshop and gather the rest of my things," I said, turning to look at Kenobi. "I'll be back in the morning and ready to go."

Before I could leave, Kenobi reached out and stopped me by placing a hand on my arm.

"Before you go, take this with you," he said. "It's about time you started carrying it with you full time."

I was about to ask him what it was he was talking about when he reached for my hand and slapped something metallic into my palm. I already knew what it was without having to look down.

Anakin Skywalker's lightsaber.

I suppose it was mine now since Kenobi had gifted it to me a long time ago, but I still felt that excited tingle mixed with trepidation when I gripped it. I knew the history of this weapon better than anyone except Vader and probably Kenobi. This saber had cut through legions of droids, fearsome predators, Dark Side practitioners and even Sith. It had also cut through the helpless Tuskan tribespeople and younglings at the old temple on Coruscant. The kyber crystal within it resonated with power and was clearly touched by the years of conflict and surging emotions it had experienced.

I had said as much to Kenobi when he had first handed it to me. He had been surprised by my knowledge of kyber crystals and that had led us into a brief discussion on the topic. Essentially, the crystals were alive, just not in the way that beings like Kenobi, myself or even a bantha were alive. They resonated with the Force and sometimes also with individuals strong enough in the Force or who had discovered them and forged a connection. This crystal responded to my touch through the Force, likely through the familiarity it sensed due to me being the son of the man who forged it as well as the hours I had spent practicing with it already.

Whenever we'd finish practicing, I would usually leave it here so as to not risk its discovery by my aunt and uncle or by one of my friends. Practicing with it at the farm was also pretty risky given the noise the blade made and the possibility of damaging things if I tried practicing my forms indoors with it.

It was with no small amount of excitement and trepidation that I realized I would be carrying this all of the time, or at least until I forged another for myself at a later date.

"Thanks, Kenobi," I said. "I suppose it is about that time."

I fastened the weapon to my hip with a simple clip that I could easily detach it from if needed. I found that I liked the feel of its weight on my hip.

I had given thought to forging my own lightsaber, but was never able to get around to it or justify the time it would take from my training and cover at the farm when this one worked just fine. Kenobi told me about there being natural kyber crystal deposits on planets like Ilum, but was surprised when I mentioned there was another in a cave on Dantooine near where a former Jedi Enclave used to exist. Since the Empire watched Ilum and the other known kyber crystal deposits in their territory, it would be some time until I was able to go through the Jedi rituals for acquiring my own crystal.

I had mentioned that Krayt dragon pearls could also be used, but we had both dismissed that idea for now. For one, those damn things were huge and dangerous. The blasted things had been known to munch on speeders and desert skiffs that had gotten too close and annoyed them. Even if I repeated the trick from KOTOR and lured one into a minefield, where the hell would I get that many military grade high explosives? How much time would I spend in the desert tracking one back to its lair? How would I carve the pearl without destroying it so it could work as a lightsaber focus? It was a shame, but for now, that option was also out of my reach.

Secure with the knowledge of the weapon at my hip, I powered up the speeder and set off back to the farm with the two droids.

~Skywalker Resurgent~

"Oh, by the Maker," Threepio had let out. "That is so much better."

I had brought the two directly to my workshop as I got back to the farm. Owen and Beru usually left me alone out here since I had pretty much made it mine with how I organized it and took care of all the maintenance for the vaporators and the farming droids out here. I even had a small couch I had bought with my spare funds and put in the corner. Aunt Beru had caught me sleeping on it once or twice when she had been unable to call me inside. She had insisted that if I was going to be falling asleep out here, she'd knit me a blanket. It was blue with white and black patterns zigzagging across it. I had been touched by the gesture, which was why I would be sure to remember to pack it in my bag when I left.

I had gotten Threepio into the heavy duty washer unit we kept out here since he had a lot more joints that needed servicing what with all the sand he had picked up in them. It was why more complex droids like Threepio needed regular maintenance or had to be specially constructed to avoid the level of wear and tear the desert inflicted on machinery. Artoo was a bit better off since he was built for vacuum exposure and dangerous maintenance work. Still, he clearly hadn't been serviced in awhile and I was going to have to check all of his tool compartments to ensure they worked as well as getting extra sand grains out of his treads.

After informing both Threepio and Artoo that I'd be back out a bit later to start cleaning them up, I washed my hands in the sonic scrubber (water is scarce out here) to hide any evidence that I'd been working on anything. Then, it was time to face the music as I went inside. I was barely through the door when I was confronted by my two guardians.

"Luke," Uncle Owen had practically growled at me. "I don't suppose I need to tell you what time it is. Your aunt and I have been worried. Care to explain yourself, young man?"

Aunt Beru sat in her chair and spared a look of relief before she schooled her expression into something more stern. Probably in a show of solidarity with her husband, but I imagine she was also worried when I wasn't back before dark.

I was a bit later than I had promised and Uncle Owen was clearly not happy about this. I was technically an adult and could do as I pleased but aside from still living here with them, these two had raised me from shortly after my birth. Times may have been hard in the past with the occasional rough season and having to put me to work from a young age, but I did care a lot for these two and knew they felt the same. Life wasn't easy as a moisture farmer on Tatooine, but we made the best of it. It was why what came next was so hard for me, but I was determined to see it through.

"I'm sorry that I'm so late," I began. "But there were all these Imperial troops making checkpoints at and around Toshi Station. Me and a couple of my friends were watching the commotion as their shuttles came down and started pouring out troops. Before we realized what was happening, they were setting up road blocks all around us and were stopping and checking everyone who was trying to leave the area. There was all this commotion as they started asking about all sorts of stuff and seemed like they were looking for someone."

"Empire soldiers just landed and started all this?" Uncle Owen said, sounding skeptical. "What would they be landing all those troops for?"

"I don't know," I lied. "Serza thought they might be here because of something the Hutts did, but they didn't seem to land anywhere near the old monastery Jabba took over if that was the case."

"You couldn't have commed us?" Aunt Beru asked. "It's hours later than when you said you'd be back."

"I was going to," I told her. "But I think they set up a jammer or something down at the station. One of the guys there was complaining about his call getting interrupted and some other guy couldn't get a signal at all. So, we figured the Imperials set up some kind of localized jamming field. We decided to just go through the checkpoints the normal way and get it over with as quickly as possible. Even then, it took us awhile."

This might have all seemed a bit elaborate for a cover story, but I was not only confident that this was exactly what had happened or was happening in several of the local settlements. I was also confident that this would get me off the hook so long as I didn't try to oversell it. You could only blame Sand People activity for so many problems before people suspected you were lying and I'd already used that exact excuse on a different occasion not so long ago. Luckily, cellphones weren't really a thing in the Star Wars galaxy. At least out here on Tatooine they weren't. They would have expected a call from a comm station at Toshi's and not from me directly.

The two of them seemed somewhat mollified by my story and I put on a genuinely remorseful attitude that I was sorry for making them worry. Truthfully, I was sorry. I knew my leaving was going to hurt them both, but I couldn't stand the idea of them dying for no good reason at all. I even told Uncle Owen I was going to make up for a bit of lost time by working in the maintenance shack tonight on a few different things. He seemed happier that I appeared to be owning up to my actions and wanted to make amends for them while Aunt Beru was just glad that I was safe. I gave her an extra big hug before she and Uncle Owen went to bed, Aunt Beru informing me not to work too hard and that there were leftovers in the freezer unit if I was hungry.

And like that, they were both gone. They were only in the next room, but I knew I wouldn't see them again for some time, if ever. I didn't want to make this into a tearful goodbye scene and I didn't want to make any sort of big production out of this. It might have been cowardly of me, but I wanted to just be gone and leave the two of them with the message I had prepared a short while ago. It wasn't anything too elaborate and even was mostly true.

I told them about coming across an escape pod and finding something inside. It was terrifying and it was also a plea for help that I couldn't ignore. I might have stumbled across it by accident but just by having seen it, I was in danger and so were they if I stuck around. I told them not to worry about me and that I had a plan to stay safe. I'd come back to visit if I could, but I wasn't sure if I would be able to because of the danger I might bring with me. I had left some credits to help them get by without my help for a bit (nearly emptying my personal savings, pitiful as it was) and promised to send more if I could. I told Uncle Owen I was sorry for leaving when I know he wanted me to stick around for at least another season before applying to one of the offworld academies, but I hoped the credits I was leaving might help him offset that a bit. I told Aunt Beru I was sorry for leaving without a proper goodbye and promised to stay safe.

With all that was going on, I suspected that I wasn't going to get much sleep that night. I had to pack the last of the stuff I was taking with me and the droids could still use some touching up before we headed out tomorrow.

On the plus side, I'm certain Artoo and even Threepio made for interesting conversation partners if nothing else. And speaking of Artoo, I still had to take a look at those jet boosters. Come to think of it, didn't Anakin install some custom upgrades right around the time of the Clone Wars...?

~Skywalker Resurgent~

Leaving the small holo message on playback at the workbench, I departed in the early hours of the next morning. I had packed a medium sized rucksack containing a few sets of clothes and my personal effects. I had left most of the workshop tools and equipment behind with the exception of one item I had hidden in a plain grey carrying sack about the size of a gym bag. I was probably going to need it later.

I arrived with the droids to find that Kenobi and Leia were ready to go. Leia only had the small emergency pack she had been carrying the day before, but Kenobi was carrying his own small pack and had a medium sized box sitting at his feet. I recognized it as the case containing the spare lightsaber parts he had in his possession as well as the special equipment needed to forge lightsabers. It also contained a few mementos strictly related to his life as a Jedi that he couldn't risk getting rid of, such as his thoughts and teachings on his own form of lightsaber combat which he had taken to recording in his spare time.

Leia checked that Artoo and Threepio were secured in the back of the speeder before climbing in herself and squeezing in to the small space left for her to sit comfortably. I found myself thinking myself extremely fortunate that she wasn't the stereotypical princess-type. The kind that would probably demand better seating and to not be stowed in the back besides two droids and the luggage. Leia was a very practical and sensible young woman, which is why I think so many people respected her so much after meeting her or seeing her in action.

I didn't say much after I greeted the two and grabbed the box by Kenobi's feet. We had just enough space for everything as I made a few careful adjustments to the packing order and got everything to fit securely. I was being quieter than I usually was and I think Kenobi noticed. He came to stand beside me before we got in to the speeder.

"Are you going to be alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," I told him lightly as I settled back in the driver's seat and swallowed a sudden burst of emotion that had come up with the question. "The only path left is straight ahead."

Nodding, Kenobi took his own seat and we set out, leaving everything else behind.

AN: Shorter than I wanted it to be, but I thought it was a good idea to break it off there for this chapter. The good news is that means I've already got a head start on the next chapter where we reach Mos Eisley and put Tatooine behind us and get to the good stuff.

I realize I'm fudging the timeline a bit by a day or two by pushing events forward, but I'm banking on the fact that you guys want Luke off of Tatooine and getting to the real adventure as quickly as possible. I know I sure do!

Also, just so you guys know, I am currently going to school to finish getting my degree as well as working two jobs. Updates might be slow unless I can get time between the busy periods of my week, but I promise you that this story isn't abandoned and I do read your reviews. If I don't respond to the questions, I assure you it is because I am busy.

So we're starting to see ripples come out of our MC's actions already. Bail was definitely worried about his daughter's safety since she became involved with the rebellion and it's not all that odd that he'd want to take precautions to help ensure her safety. Given Kenobi's warning, he might have finally put his foot down and insisted on at least an upgraded escape pod. True cloaking devices are extremely rare in the Star Wars universe, but we see examples of stealth tech being used even during the Clone Wars. Apart from more or better bodyguards, ensuring Leia could make a quick escape if one of her missions went wrong seems like a practical use of funds as far as he'd be concerned.

Also, I'd like to remind you all that while I am not including much of anything from Rebels and only the relevant bits from the Clone Wars, I do read your suggestions and take them seriously. If there's a lot of mention of a specific character you'd all like to see, let me know in PMs or your reviews along with what you think of the story so far. I've already gotten a couple of requests for a specific character to make an appearance, so we'll see how that goes.

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