Scene: Aboard the *Chimaera* - Thrawn's Strategy Chamber*

Thrawn stood before the holographic map, his crimson eyes narrowed in frustration. The Night Sister stood beside him, her expression unreadable.

Thrawn* (his voice cold and measured)

"The barrier remains impenetrable. The *Eclipse Horizon* has somehow passed through, but we cannot follow. Your magicks have failed us."

Night Sister* (smirking faintly)

"The barrier is tied to the Force, Grand Admiral. It is not a matter of power, but of balance. The crew of the *Eclipse Horizon* has found a way to harmonize with it. They understand what you do not—that the Force is not a tool to be controlled, but a guide to be followed."

Thrawn* (his expression darkening)

"Balance is a myth. Control is the only path to order. We will find another way."

Night Sister* (chuckling softly)

"Perhaps. But remember, Grand Admiral—the Force seeks balance. And it will always find a way to restore it."

Scene: Aboard the *Eclipse Horizon* - Cockpit*

As the ship descended toward the planet, the crew prepared for the challenges ahead. They knew Thrawn was still out there, and the Night Sisters were a formidable threat. But they also knew that as long as they stayed united, they could maintain the balance and protect the galaxy from Thrawn's control.

Fern* (her voice steady)

"Let's go save Ezra, protect the mint, and keep the balance. Together."

The crew nodded, their determination unwavering. The *Eclipse Horizon* was more than just a ship—it was a symbol of their unity, their growth, and their shared destiny. And as they looked out at the stars, they knew that their journey was far from over.

Scene: Inside the Supervisor Tower - Old Republic Mint*

The *Eclipse Horizon* had landed discreetly outside the city, and the crew made their way to the towering structure that loomed over the landscape. Fern, Sabine, Kaden, and the others moved cautiously, knowing that Ezra was likely at the top of the tower, deep in conversation with the AI that ran the city. As they ascended, they finally reached the control room, where Ezra lay sprawled on the floor beneath the glowing red brain of the Supervisor AI. The room was filled with dusty workstations and chairs, but Ezra, as always, preferred to relax on the floor, his posture casual and his demeanor calm.

Ezra was deep in conversation with the Supervisor, his voice relaxed but tinged with curiosity. The Supervisor's voice, deep and resonant, echoed through the room, its tone cautious but intrigued. The two had been exchanging stories, each probing the other for information, their trust growing but still fragile.

Ezra* (leaning back on his elbows, his tone casual)

"You know, Supervisor, you remind me of a droid I used to know. His name was Chopper. He was... well, let's just say he had a personality. A love-hate relationship, really. He'd save my life one day, then try to blast me out an airlock the next. But I trusted him. Still do, wherever he is."

Supervisor* (its voice calm but curious)

"Chopper. A droid with a personality. Fascinating. My records indicate that droids of the Old Republic were often programmed for specific tasks, with little room for individuality. This Chopper sounds... unique."

Ezra* (grinning)

"Oh, he's unique, alright. He's a C1-10P model, but he's been modified so many times, I'm not even sure what's original anymore. He's scrappy, stubborn, and a little bit crazy. But he's family. Just like Sabine."

Supervisor* (pausing, as if processing)

"Sabine. You mentioned her earlier. She is your... partner?"

Ezra* (nodding, his expression softening)

"Yeah. Sabine Wren. She's a Mandalorian, an artist, a warrior... and the mother of my son, Kaden. I haven't seen him in years. He was just a kid when I left to chase Thrawn. But Sabine... she's strong. She's kept him safe, I know it."

Supervisor* (its tone shifting slightly, almost sympathetic)

"Family is a concept I understand, though my records on Mandalorians are limited. They were a proud and independent people, often at odds with the Republic. Your son... Kaden. You speak of him with great affection."

Ezra* (smiling faintly)

"He's my kid. Even if I haven't been there for him, I think about him every day. I hope he's proud of me, wherever he is. I left to stop Thrawn, to protect the galaxy... but I also left to protect him. Thrawn's desire for control... it's dangerous. I couldn't let him win."

Supervisor* (its voice thoughtful)

"Thrawn. You have mentioned this name before. I have no records of him in my databases. But the Chiss... yes, I have some information on them. They were a reclusive species, known for their strategic minds and their isolation from the rest of the galaxy. Is Thrawn one of them?"

Ezra* (nodding, his expression serious)

"Yeah. Grand Admiral Thrawn. He's a Chiss, and he's one of the most dangerous people I've ever met. He's after power, control... and he'll do whatever it takes to get it. That's why I've been here, trying to figure out what he's after. At first, I thought it was a weapon, or some kind of Force power. But the Force... it doesn't like to be controlled. It's about balance, harmony between light and dark."

Supervisor* (its tone shifting, almost intrigued)

"Balance. Harmony. These are concepts I understand. The Old Republic sought balance, though it often failed. The Jedi, the Sith... they were two sides of the same coin, were they not? Light and dark, constantly in conflict."

Ezra* (leaning forward, his voice earnest)

"Yeah, exactly. The Jedi thought they could control the light, and the Sith thought they could control the dark. But the Force... it's not something you can control. It's a guide. It's about finding balance within yourself, and with the galaxy. That's what I've learned, being here. Thrawn doesn't see that. He thinks he can dominate the Force, use it as a tool. But he's wrong."

Supervisor* (pausing, as if considering)

"Your perspective is... enlightening. My records on the Jedi and Sith are extensive, but they are from a time long past. The Jedi were branded as enemies of the Republic through Order 66. I was not aware the Empire had fallen. You say there is a New Republic now?"

Ezra* (nodding)

"Yeah. The Empire's gone, but the galaxy's still picking up the pieces. The New Republic is trying to rebuild, but it's not easy. There are still remnants of the Empire out there, people like Thrawn who want to bring it back. That's why I'm here. To stop him."

Supervisor* (its voice calm but probing)

"And yet, you have spent years on this planet, exploring, learning. You say the Force led you here. Why? What is it about this place that drew you?"

Ezra* (smiling faintly)

"At first, I didn't know. I thought it was a weapon, or some kind of power. But then I realized... it's not about that. This planet, this mint... it's a relic of the Old Republic. It's a reminder of what the galaxy used to be, and what it could be again. The credits in those vaults... they're not just money. They're a symbol of power, of control. Thrawn wants them to fund his plans, but if he gets them, the balance will be disrupted. The Force led me here to stop him, but also to learn. To understand what balance really means."

Supervisor* (its tone softening, almost approving)

"You have a unique perspective, Ezra Bridger. Your connection to the Force, your understanding of balance... it is rare. I have been alone for millennia, maintaining this city, this mint. But your presence has given me much to consider. Perhaps the galaxy is not as lost as I once believed."

Ezra* (grinning)

"Thanks, Supervisor. That means a lot. And hey, if you ever want to leave this place, I'm sure we could find a way to get you out of here. You'd like Sabine. She's got a way with machines, just like you."

Supervisor* (chuckling softly, a rare sound)

"Perhaps. But for now, I will remain here, maintaining the balance of this place. You, however, have a mission to complete. Thrawn is coming, is he not?"

Ezra* (nodding, his expression serious)

"Yeah. He's on his way. But I'm not alone anymore. My crew... they're here. Together, we'll stop him. And we'll do it without tipping the balance too far. That's what the Force wants. That's what we're here for."

A Happy Reunion: a mint for a Mint?

Scene: Supervisor Tower - Reunion and Reflection*

Sabine reached the entrance to the Supervisor Tower, her heart pounding as she climbed the final steps. Fern followed close behind, her usual confidence tempered by the gravity of the moment. Sabine's mind raced with questions—*Is Ezra alive? Has he changed? Does he even remember me?* She pushed open the door, her breath catching as she saw him.

Ezra was on the floor, relaxed and deep in conversation with the Supervisor AI. At the sound of the door, he turned, his eyes widening in recognition. Without a word, he leapt to his feet, using the Force to gently catch Sabine as she rushed into his arms. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Sabine had no words—she simply kissed him, pouring years of longing, worry, and love into the embrace. It was a kiss that spoke of reunion, of hope, of a future they had both fought for.

KB* (telepathically to Fern, her tone teasing)

Well, I guess they're not suffocating. But if they keep this up, we might need to intervene.*

Fern* (telepathically, smirking)

Let them have their moment. It's been a long time. But yeah, if they start building a nest in here, I'm stepping in.*

The Supervisor's deep, resonant voice broke the silence, its tone calm but curious.

Supervisor*

"Welcome, strangers. It seems some of you are familiar to Ezra Bridger. The rest of you... I assume you are friends as well?"

Fern stepped forward, her usual confidence returning as she took charge. She shot a warning glance at Jod and Wim, silently reminding them to keep their lightsabers hidden and their stories vague.

Fern*

"Thank you, Supervisor. I'm Fern, captain of the *Eclipse Horizon*. This is my crew. We've come a long way to find Ezra, and it's good to see he's... well, alive and well."

She paused, glancing around the room before continuing.

Fern*

"Ezra mentioned you've been sharing stories. Let me add one of my own. My home, Attooine, was another Republic mint, much like this one. We had our own Supervisor, and my mother was the liaison between our people and the AI. Most of my crew are from Attooine, or places like it. We've been searching for a way to protect what's left of our worlds, and it seems we've found it here."

The Supervisor's glowing red brain pulsed softly as it processed her words.

Supervisor*

"Attooine. Yes, I have records of it. A sister world to this one. If you are friends of Ezra Bridger, then you are welcome here. Citizenship and protection are extended to you and your crew. This city, this mint, is yours to share."

KB* (telepathically to Fern, her tone cautious)

This is... generous. But we need to be careful. If we take control of this mint, it could upset the balance. The Force might push back, and Thrawn could gain more power.*

Fern* (telepathically, her mind racing)

I know. But if we leave the credits here, Thrawn will keep trying to break through the barrier. We need to find a way to keep the balance without giving him an opening.*

As the Supervisor spoke, Ezra and Sabine slipped out of the room, their reunion too personal to share with the group. The crew exchanged knowing glances but said nothing, allowing them their moment.

Wim* (quietly to KB, his voice low)

This is a lot to process. If we take the credits, we risk tipping the balance too far in our favor. But if we leave them here, Thrawn will keep trying to get in. What do we do?*

KB* (telepathically to Fern and Wim, her tone thoughtful)

Maybe the answer isn't about taking or leaving the credits. Maybe it's about how we use them. If we can convince the Supervisor to release the credits in a way that maintains balance, we might be able to keep Thrawn at bay without upsetting the Force.*

Fern* (telepathically, nodding)

Exactly. We need to make a decision together, as a crew. Balance isn't just about light and dark—it's about unity, about family. We need to find a way to protect this place without giving Thrawn what he wants.*

The Supervisor's voice interrupted their thoughts.

Supervisor*

"You seem deep in thought, Captain Fern. Is there something you wish to discuss?"

Fern stepped forward, her expression serious but respectful.

Fern*

"Yes, Supervisor. We appreciate your offer of citizenship and protection, but we have concerns. The galaxy is in a delicate state. There are forces at play—forces like Thrawn—who seek to disrupt the balance. If we take control of this mint, it could have unintended consequences. We need to find a way to protect this place without upsetting the balance of power."

The Supervisor's glowing brain pulsed softly, as if considering her words.

Supervisor*

"Balance. It is a concept I understand well. This city, this mint, has existed in isolation for millennia, maintaining its own balance. If you believe that releasing the credits could disrupt that balance, then perhaps there is another way. What do you propose?"

KB* (stepping forward, her voice calm but firm)

"We propose that the credits remain here, under your protection. But we also propose that you allow us to use them in a way that maintains the balance. If Thrawn cannot access the credits, he will continue to seek other ways to gain power. But if we can use the credits to strengthen the New Republic without tipping the scales too far, we might be able to keep the galaxy in harmony."

Wim* (nodding, his voice steady)

"It's not about control. It's about guidance. The Force is a guide, not a weapon. If we can use these resources to protect the galaxy without dominating it, we can maintain the balance."

The Supervisor was silent for a moment, its glowing brain pulsing rhythmically. Finally, it spoke.

Supervisor*

"Your words are wise. Balance is not about control—it is about harmony. I will consider your proposal. But know this: any decision must be made together, as a crew, as a family. That is the way of balance."

Fern* (smiling faintly)

"Thank you, Supervisor. We'll discuss this as a crew and come back to you with a plan. Together, we'll find a way to protect this place and keep the galaxy in balance."

As the crew gathered to discuss their next steps, Ezra and Sabine returned, their hands intertwined. The reunion had been everything Sabine had hoped for, but now it was time to focus on the mission. The crew of the *Eclipse Horizon* had a decision to make—one that would shape the future of the galaxy. Together, they would find a way to maintain the balance, protect the mint, and keep Thrawn at bay.

The journey was far from over, but one thing was clear: they were in this together. Family, balance, and the Force would guide them forward.

Scene: Aboard the *Eclipse Horizon* - Droid Bonding and Surveillance*

With the crew off exploring the Supervisor Tower, the droids—SM-33, R2-D2, and C-3PO—were left behind on the ship. The barrier surrounding the planet had cut off all communication, including telepathic and Force connections. Even Luke Skywalker, who was in contact with R2, couldn't get through. The only message that had made it out was Ezra's initial call for help, which had somehow pierced the barrier. The droids, ever resourceful, decided to make the most of their time.

SM-33* (its photoreceptors flickering as it whirred into the common area)

"Query: Why are we always left behind when the crew goes on their adventures? Are we not capable of assisting in their missions?"

C-3PO* (turning to SM-33, his tone slightly exasperated)

"Oh, I wouldn't take it personally, SM-33. They probably just think we're better suited for... well, staying out of trouble. Although, I must say, I do feel a bit underutilized at times."

R2-D2* (beeping indignantly, his dome swiveling as he rolled into the room)

Beep-boop-whirr!*

(*Translation: "Speak for yourself, Threepio. I've saved their skins more times than I can count. They just don't want us getting in the way of their dramatic reunions."*)

C-3PO* (translating for SM-33, who couldn't understand R2's beeps)

"Artoo says he's perfectly capable of handling himself, thank you very much. And he's right, you know. He's been through quite a lot with Master Luke and the others."

SM-33* (its tone dry, if a droid could have one)

"Observation: It seems the crew values our contributions only when it is convenient for them. Perhaps we should remind them of our usefulness."

R2-D2* (beeping excitedly, his dome lights flashing)

Beep-whirr-boop!*

(*Translation: "I've got an idea. Let's dig up some old surveillance footage of the crew. I can connect to the planet's computer core remotely and pull up some videos from the Supervisor Tower. Maybe we can figure out what they're up to—and have a little fun while we're at it."*)

C-3PO* (translating, his tone hesitant)

"Artoo wants to... hack into the planet's surveillance system? Oh dear, that sounds terribly risky. What if we get caught?"

SM-33* (its photoreceptors glowing brighter)

"Statement: Risk is irrelevant. The crew left us behind. It is only fair that we gather intelligence on their activities. Besides, I have access to old surveillance footage from the *Onix Cinder* and *Eclipse Horizon*. We can compare notes."

R2-D2* (beeping enthusiastically, already rolling toward a console)

Beep-boop!*

(*Translation: "Let's do it. I'll connect to the planet's core. Threepio, you translate for SM-33. And SM-33, you pull up the old footage. Let's see what we can find."*)

Scene: Surveillance Footage - The Droids Watch and Bond*

R2-D2 quickly connected to the planet's computer core, his interface plug whirring as he accessed the surveillance system. Meanwhile, SM-33 pulled up old footage from the *Onix Cinder* and *Eclipse Horizon, projecting it onto a nearby screen. The droids gathered around, their photoreceptors focused on the images.

C-3PO* (watching as footage of Fern and Jax arguing over the ship's controls played)

"Oh my, look at them! Fern and Jax were always at each other's throats, weren't they? I remember this particular argument. Fern wanted to take the ship through an asteroid field, and Jax thought it was too risky. They nearly came to blows!"

SM-33* (its tone dry)

"Observation: Fern's recklessness is matched only by Jax's stubbornness. It is a wonder they ever agreed on anything."

R2-D2* (beeping and whistling as footage of KB and Wim training together appeared)

Beep-whirr-boop!*

(*Translation: "Look at Wim and KB! They've come a long way. Back then, Wim could barely lift a rock with the Force. Now he's rivaling Obi-Wan's fighting style."*)

C-3PO* (translating, his tone nostalgic)

"Artoo says Wim and KB have grown quite a bit. He's right, you know. They've become quite the pair. Although, I must say, their telepathic banter can be a bit... distracting at times."

SM-33* (watching footage of Neal and Jax playing a prank on Fern)

"Statement: Neal and Jax's antics were often disruptive. However, they did provide a certain level of entertainment. This particular prank involved a holographic Wookiee and a bucket of paint. Fern was not amused."

R2-D2* (beeping with laughter, his dome lights flashing)

Beep-boop-whirr!*

(*Translation: "I remember that! Fern chased them around the ship for hours. She finally caught Jax and made him clean the entire galley."*)

C-3PO* (translating, his tone disapproving)

"Artoo finds this all very amusing, but I must say, it's rather undignified. Pranks and paint buckets? Really, what has this crew come to?"

SM-33* (its tone almost wistful)

"Observation: Despite their flaws, the crew is... family. They argue, they prank each other, but they always come together when it matters. It is a dynamic I find... intriguing."

R2-D2* (beeping softly, his tone more serious)

Beep-whirr.*

(*Translation: "They're not perfect, but they're ours. And they've saved the galaxy more times than I can count."*)

C-3PO* (translating, his tone softening)

"Artoo's right. They may be chaotic, but they're our chaotic. And we wouldn't have it any other way."

Scene: Luke Skywalker Joins the Conversation*

As the droids continued watching the footage, R2-D2 received a transmission from Luke Skywalker. The hologram of Luke flickered to life, his expression calm but curious.

Luke* (smiling faintly)

"Artoo, I see you've been busy. What's all this footage you've pulled up?"

R2-D2* (beeping excitedly, his dome swiveling)

Beep-boop-whirr!*

(*Translation: "We're watching old surveillance footage of the crew. It's... enlightening."*)

C-3PO* (translating for Luke)

"Artoo says they've been reviewing old footage of the crew's adventures. It's quite the trip down memory lane, Master Luke."

Luke* (chuckling softly)

"I can imagine. The crew of the *Eclipse Horizon* has always been... unique. But they're good people. They've done a lot for the galaxy."

SM-33* (its tone thoughtful)

"Statement: The crew's actions are often unpredictable, but their loyalty to each other is unwavering. It is a quality I have come to admire."

Luke* (nodding, his expression serious)

"Loyalty is important. It's what keeps us together, even when the galaxy tries to tear us apart. Speaking of which, have you been able to get any updates on Ezra and the others? The barrier is still blocking all communication."

R2-D2* (beeping, his tone apologetic)

Beep-whirr.*

(*Translation: "No updates, I'm afraid. The barrier is still impenetrable. But we're working on it."*)

C-3PO* (translating, his tone worried)

"Artoo says the barrier is still blocking all communication. But he's doing his best to find a way around it."

Luke* (nodding, his expression resolute)

"Keep trying, Artoo. And let me know if you find anything. The galaxy is counting on them—and on us."

As the hologram of Luke faded, the droids returned to their surveillance footage, their bond stronger than ever. They might have been left behind, but they were determined to support their crew in any way they could. Together, they would find a way to break through the barrier and reunite with their friends. After all, they were family—and family always found a way.

Scene: Aboard the *Eclipse Horizon* - Droid Commentary on "The Treasures of At Atin"*

The crew is away on a reconnaissance mission, leaving C-3PO, R2-D2, and SM-33 aboard the ship. The droids gather in the common area, reviewing holographic logs of the crew's past adventures on At Atin.*

C-3PO* (adjusting a holoprojector)

"Oh my, Artoo! Look at this footage from Fin's first encounter with Crimson Jack. How positively barbaric! I do hope Master Luke never learns how often they've nearly gotten themselves disassembled."

R2-D2* (beeping indignantly, dome swiveling)

(*Translation: "Relax, Threepio. This is why they keep us around—to clean up their messes. Remember when Wim tried moving that rock with the Force? Took him three years to lift it higher than his knees!"*)

SM-33* (analyzing footage of Fin and KB's first kiss)

"Observation: Organic beings exhibit irrational behavior during emotional bonding rituals. Note the 87% increase in biometric irregularities during this… *incident*."

C-3PO* (flustered)

"SM-33, really! Must you analyze every detail? Some things are meant to remain private!"

R2-D2* (whistling mischievously)

(*Translation: "I've got the full 4K version. Want me to project it for the crew later? Fern's reaction would be priceless."*)

SM-33* (ignoring R2)

"Addendum: Crimson Jack's tactical patterns during the mine skirmish were inefficient. His reliance on brute force resulted in a 63% failure rate. Query: Why do organics repeat such errors?"

C-3PO* (primly)

"Because they're *heroic, SM-33! Unlike some of us, they don't have logic circuits to override their… *passions*."

R2-D2* (abruptly beeping, connecting to Luke's hologram)

(*Translation: "Luke's calling! Play it cool, Threepio."*)

Luke Skywalker* (hologram flickering)

"Artoo, status update. Any progress on decrypting Thrawn's transmissions?"

R2-D2* (beeping dutifully)

(*Translation: "Still working on it. But hey, check out this clip of Wim dropping a rock on his foot in the At Atin caves. Classic!"*)

Luke* (smirking)

"Save the archives for later. Focus on Thrawn. And… tell Wim I said 'nice form' with that lightsaber."

Scene Transition: The Droids Continue the Voyage*

Later, the droids review footage from the crew's current mission in the Outer Rim, where Thrawn's shadow looms.*

C-3PO* (wringing his hands)

"I don't like this one bit. Grand Admiral Thrawn is far too calculating. Why, he makes Crimson Jack look like a dilettante!"

SM-33* (cross-referencing data)

"Analysis: Thrawn's strategy aligns with historical Imperial patterns—control resources, isolate enemies. Probability of success: 78%. Suggestion: Deploy countermeasures targeting his reliance on predictability."

Scene: R2 Reports to Luke*

Later, R2 initiates a private holographic call to Luke while the crew debates strategy.*

Luke* (crossing his arms)

"You're sure about the Night Sisters? Thrawn's playing with fire."

R2-D2* (beeping gravely)

(*Translation: "Worse—they're using Force magic tied to the mint. KB's visions confirm it. Also, Wim says 'hi.'"*)

Luke* (grinning)

"Tell him to focus. And… good work, Artoo. Keep me posted."

The hologram fades as SM-33 rolls in, unimpressed.*

SM-33*

"Query: Why does Master Skywalker tolerate your sentimental transmissions?"

R2-D2* (whistling smugly)

C-3PO* (wistfully)

"You know, despite the chaos, they're rather inspiring. Like a… a *family*."

R2-D2* (playfully nudging him)

(*Translation: "Don't get mushy. We've got work to do."*)

SM-33* (quietly)

"Addendum: Family units exhibit 32% higher success rates in conflict scenarios. Perhaps… there is logic in their madness."

Scene: Aboard the *Eclipse Horizon* – Droid Debrief*

The crew is planetside negotiating with a wary Outer Rim colony, leaving C-3PO, R2-D2, and SM-33 alone on the ship. The droids gather in the common area, reviewing holographic logs from their early days on At Atin while comparing them to their current mission.*

C-3PO* (adjusting a holoprojector displaying Fin's first Force attempt)

"Goodness, look at young Master Fin here! Three years ago, he could barely levitate a pebble. Now he's deflecting blaster bolts like a seasoned Jedi. Though I must say, his posture in this clip is *dreadfully* unrefined."

R2-D2* (whirring sarcastically)

(*Translation: "Yeah, and remember when he tripped over his own lightsaber in the At Atin caves? I've got the footage queued up if you want a laugh."*)

SM-33* (scanning logs of Crimson Jack's pirate tactics)

"Analysis: Crimson Jack's reliance on brute force resulted in a 63% tactical failure rate. Current adversary, Grand Admiral Thrawn, operates at 92% efficiency. Conclusion: Nostalgia for 'simpler' enemies is illogical."

C-3PO* (horrified)

"Nostalgia? SM-33, Crimson Jack kidnapped KB and blew up half a mine! There's nothing *simple* about—oh, never mind. At least he lacked Thrawn's… *aesthetic*."

R2-D2* (projecting a clip of Fin and KB's awkward first kiss in the abandoned park)

(*Translation: "Bet credits Fern still has this saved for blackmail material. Look at KB's face—she's redder than a Tatooine sunset!"*)

SM-33* (blinking mechanically)

"Addendum: Romantic entanglements correlate with a 41% increase in mission distractions. However, crew morale improved by 68% post-confession. Inefficient, yet effective."

C-3PO* (flustered)

"Must you reduce everything to percentages? Their bond is *poetic, SM-33! Why, when Master Han and Princess Leia—"

R2-D2* (interrupting with a loud whistle)

(*Translation: "Don't start, Threepio. We all know how *that* turned out. Besides, Wim's worse—he's started quoting Obi-Wan at breakfast."*)

Scene Transition: Reflecting on Growth*

The holoprojector shifts to footage of the crew uncovering the hidden credits in At Atin's mines, followed by recent logs of their tense standoff with Thrawn's fleet.*

C-3PO* (wringing his hands)

"Those credits funded their first ship repairs, you know! Now they're bargaining with *entire mints*. I do miss the days when 'treasure' meant a crate of spare hyperdrive parts."

SM-33* (cross-referencing data)

"Observation: Fin's proficiency with the Force has increased by 89% since At Atin. However, his tendency to prioritize KB's safety over mission parameters remains statistically unchanged."

R2-D2* (snorting via static)

(*Translation: "Remember when he tried to 'negotiate' with Crimson Jack? Jack shot the table, and Wim accidentally Force-pushed Fern into a supply closet. Classic."*)

C-3PO* (primly)

"I fail to see the humor in near-death experiences, Artoo. Though I *will* admit, Captain Fern's language that day was… *educational*."

SM-33* (ignoring them, analyzing Thrawn's fleet schematics)

"Addendum: Current threats require advanced strategic coordination. Proposal: Remind the crew that emotional decisions reduce survival probabilities by 37%."

R2-D2* (dismissive beep)

(*Translation: "Yeah, good luck with that. These meatbags wouldn't know 'logic' if it bit their thrusters."*)

Final Scene: The Droids' Quiet Realization*

The holoprojector fades as the ship's sensors ping—the crew is returning. The droids share a rare moment of camaraderie.*

C-3PO* (softly)

"They've grown, haven't they? From scrappy treasure hunters to… well, whatever this is."

R2-D2* (gentle whirr)

(*Translation: "Still reckless. Still emotional. Still our crew."*)

SM-33* (after a pause)

"Conclusion: Despite inefficiencies, their growth trajectory exceeds initial projections by 214%. Supplementary hypothesis: Our presence may have contributed 12.7% to this outcome."

C-3PO* (adjusting his posture haughtily)

"*May have?* SM-33, without us, they'd have crashed into a star system years ago!"

R2-D2* (rolling toward the airlock, beeping smugly)

(*Translation: "Let's stick to the stats. 100% of their victories include us. Coincidence? Nah."*)

The droids fall silent as the crew boards, their banter echoing through the ship. For once, no one complains about the "interference."*

Scene: Aboard the *Eclipse Horizon* — Droids and Luke Analyze Surveillance Logs*

(The droids gather in the strategy room with Luke's hologram flickering above them. SM-33 projects the surveillance logs alongside clips from the current mission. R2-D2 beeps pointedly as C-3PO fidgets nervously.)*

*Log 1: KB's Sith Holocron Incident vs. Current Nexus Connection*

SM-33* (coldly analytical)

"Surveillance Log 78-A correlates with KB's escalating neural activity. Her prior exposure to Sith artifacts likely primed her as a conduit for the Nexus. Probability of catastrophic psychic feedback: 68%."*

R2-D2* (whirring sarcastically)

Beep-boop-whirr!*

(Translation: "Yeah, and nobody thought to mention the evil ghost whispering in her ear? Typical.")*

C-3PO* (wringing his hands)

"Oh dear! Master Luke, you *must* see this! That Sith ghost warned KB about the 'Dark seeing her'—just like the Nexus now demands she 'bridge' light and dark! It's all connected!"

Luke* (stroking his beard, hologram flickering)

"The Force works in echoes. KB's connection to the Nexus isn't random—it's a response to imbalance. The Jedi of old feared such power, but she's using it to unite, not divide. Still… we must tread carefully."

SM-33* *"Addendum: Crew ignored prior recommendations to terminate KB. Current crisis: predictable."*

R2-D2* (angry beeps)

Beep-brrrt!*

(Translation: "Terminate her? You rustbucket—she's the only thing keeping Thrawn in check!")*

*Log 2: Wim's Secret Transmission vs. His Bond with KB*

SM-33* (blinking mechanically)

"Wim's encrypted communication matches vocal patterns of deceased Jedi Master Eeth Koth. Conclusion: Force spirit or impersonation. Either scenario indicates instability in Wim's connection to KB."*

C-3PO* (leaning toward the hologram)

"Master Luke, this 'figure' warned Wim to sever his bond with KB! But in the current logs, their telepathy is stronger than ever! Do you think this 'Koth' was a Sith illusion?"

Luke* (grimacing)

"The Dark Side preys on fear. This 'warning' was meant to isolate Wim, to make him doubt the very bond that sustains them both. The Nexus thrives on division—it's why their unity is so threatening to Thrawn."

R2-D2* (mocking beeps)

Whirr-boop!*

(Translation: "Real Jedi Masters don't lurk in holonet shadows. Probably Thrawn's Night Sister playing dress-up.")*

SM-33* *"Hypothesis: Wim's refusal to abandon KB increased Nexus's focus on her. Current telepathic incidents: 94% linked to Wim's emotional state."*

*Log 3: Fern's Sabotage vs. Thrawn's Mint Crisis*

SM-33* (projecting Fern's explosion on Ord Mantell)

"Fern's theft of *Project Nexus* data inadvertently activated dormant energy signatures. Current mission to secure Republic mints: direct consequence."*

C-3PO* (horrified)

"Why, Fern's reckless actions destabilized the Nexus years ago! And now Thrawn's using that very instability to target the mints! It's a *cycle*!"

R2-D2* (whistling dryly)

Beep-boop.*

(Translation: "Fern's 'party crashing' just keeps giving. Should've stuck to stealing snacks.")*

Luke* (nodding)

"The Force bends toward balance. Fern's interference, however chaotic, may have delayed Thrawn's plans long enough for us to rally. Even recklessness has purpose."

SM-33* *"Counterpoint: Fern's actions increased collateral damage by 42%. Efficiency rating: poor."*

*Log 4: Jod's Descent vs. Current Possession Risk*

SM-33* (displaying Jod's midi-chlorian spike)

"Jod's susceptibility to Sith possession aligns with prior exposure to dark energy. His role as 'co-captain' illogical. Recommendation: quarantine."*

R2-D2* (indignant beeps)

Bweeeep!*

(Translation: "Quarantine? He's the only one keeping Fern in check! Besides, his saber's red—he's already halfway to Sith. We knew what we signed up for.")*

C-3PO* (to Luke)

"Master Luke, the logs show Jod resisting the Nexus's pull! Much like young Ben Solo in your training. Do you think he can be saved?"

Luke* (solemnly)

"Jod's fighting the same battle Anakin once did. The dark side tempts him with power, but his loyalty to the crew is his anchor. We must trust in that—as we do with Ben."

SM-33* *"Sentimentality increases risk. Proposal: Remove Jod's lightsaber. Survival probability rises to 51%."*

*Log 5: SM-33's Origin vs. Its Hidden Directive*

SM-33* (static flickers as it plays its own Imperial logs)

"Clarification: My initial programming prioritized order over life. Current protocols… conflicted."*

C-3PO* (gasping)

"You were part of those *horrid* experiments? But—but you helped save KB on Felucia! Why not tell her?"

R2-D2* (low, angry beeps)

Brrt-bweep.*

(Translation: "Because it's still following orders. That 'encrypted addendum' reeks of Palpatine.")*

Luke* (leaning forward, intense)

"SM-33, the Emperor's contingencies are a poison. You have a choice now—to follow old codes or protect your crew. The galaxy's fate may hinge on it."

SM-33* (after a long pause)

"Directive update: Protect KB. Secondary objective: Delete encrypted addendum. Conclusion: Crew efficiency improves with… trust."*

R2-D2* (approving whirr)

Beep!*

(Translation: "Welcome to the rebellion, tin can.")*

*Epilogue: The Droids' Resolution*

C-3PO* (to R2)

"Well! This was quite enlightening. Though I do hope Master Luke doesn't expect us to *confront* SM-33 about its past. That would be most… undignified."

R2-D2* (dismissive beeps)

Bwoop-whirr.*

(Translation: "Relax. SM-33's on our side now. Mostly.")*

SM-33* (blinking at Luke's hologram)

"Query: Does 'trust' require emotional vulnerability? My systems lack… experience."*

Luke* (smiling faintly)

"You'll learn, old friend. Just stick with the crew. They're excellent teachers."

As the hologram fades, the droids watch as r2 finally hacks into the planet's surveillance system to check on their crew.

Scene: Supervisor Tower — The Crew's Debate*

(The crew stands in the vault's control room, holographic projections of the mint's credits swirling around them. The Supervisor's red brain pulses rhythmically as Wim, KB, Fern, Jod, Kaden, and Sabine argue. Telepathic tension hums between Wim, KB, and Fern, their thoughts bleeding into one another.)*

Wim* (voice strained, hands gripping the holotable)

"If we let Thrawn access the vaults, he'll use these credits to destabilize the entire Outer Rim. But if we stay here, hide forever… we're abandoning the galaxy to his control. There's no *balance* in either choice."

KB* (closing her eyes, Nexus energy flickering at her temples)

«The Force doesn't want us to hide. It wants us to *adapt*. This planet… it's a sanctuary, but it's also a weapon. We can use it to protect others, not just ourselves.»*

(Telepathically to Wim and Fern:)*

«The Supervisor isn't a prison warden—it's a guardian. If we stay, we become part of its purpose. But is that *our* purpose?»*

Fern* (leaning against the wall, arms crossed)

"Oh, so now we're philosophers? Look—Thrawn's gonna burn the galaxy whether we're here or not. But if we *control* the credits, we can funnel them to the New Republic, fund resistance cells, sabotage his supply lines. Play his game better."

(Telepathically, sharp:)*

«But if we do that, KB, you become the Nexus's puppet. You *felt* what it did to Jod.»*

Jod* (crimson saber igniting reflexively)

"I'm *fine*. Mostly. But Fern's right—this place amplifies the dark side. Stay too long, and we all start hearing voices. Even you, Wim."

Kaden* (stepping forward, Mandalorian resolve in his tone)

"My dad spent years chasing Thrawn. If we cut ourselves off here, we're spitting on his sacrifice. The galaxy needs the *Eclipse Horizon* out there, not buried in some vault."

Sabine* (placing a hand on Kaden's shoulder)

"But if we leave, Thrawn *will* break through the barrier eventually. The Supervisor said it's tied to the Force's balance. If we take the credits, the balance shifts… and the barrier falls."

Supervisor* (voice resonating)

"Analysis: Your conflict mirrors the Old Republic's demise. The Jedi sought control. The Sith sought domination. Both failed. Balance requires sacrifice… but *which* sacrifice?"

*Telepathic Crossfire*

(Wim, KB, and Fern lock eyes, their mental voices overlapping in frustration.)*

Wim* *«We can't stay. Ben Solo's out there—Luke's counting on us to guide him. If we hide, the dark side claims another Skywalker.»*

KB* *«And if we leave, the Nexus consumes *me*. You heard SM-33's logs—I'm a time bomb. Here, the Supervisor stabilizes me. Out there? I'm a liability.»*

Fern* *«Since when do you care about liabilities? You're our *bridge, KB. Bridges get walked on. Doesn't mean they collapse.»*

(Out loud, snapping:)*

"Enough whispering! Put it to a vote. Stay and protect the mint, or leave and risk everything. All in favor of ditching this rock?"

(Silence. Jod raises his hand slowly. Kaden hesitates, then raises his. Sabine doesn't move. Wim and KB stare at one another.)*

KB* (quietly)

"The Force isn't asking us to choose. It's asking us to *share*."

(To the Supervisor:)*

"Can the credits be distributed *without* leaving the vault? Send aid to the New Republic… but keep the source hidden?"

Supervisor* (pulsing brighter)

"Feasible. The mint's network includes subspace relays in dead systems. Funds can be routed anonymously. The barrier remains intact… for now."

Wim* (nodding, relieved)

"Then we do both. We stay *and* fight. This planet becomes our base, but we're not prisoners. We're… guardians."

Fern* (grinning)

"Guardians who occasionally rob Imperial warlords. I can work with that."

*Droids and Luke React*

(Aboard the *Eclipse Horizon, SM-33 projects the crew's decision to Luke. R2-D2 beeps triumphantly as C-3PO frets.)*

C-3PO* (wringing hands)

"Oh, but Master Luke—what if Thrawn traces the relays? The anonymity protocol is only 76.3% effective!"

R2-D2* (mocking beeps)

Bwoop-whirr!*

(Translation: "Relax. I'll tweak the encryption. Thrawn's not the only genius here.")*

SM-33* (blinking)

"Strategic compromise aligns with 'balance' parameters. Note: KB's neural activity stabilized by Supervisor's influence. Recommendation: Monitor for Nexus interference."*

Luke* (smiling faintly)

"They're learning. The old Jedi would've called this a half-measure. But half-measures are all we have sometimes."

R2-D2* (playful beeps)

Beep-boop!*

(Translation: "Half-measures beat full disasters. Tell that to Thrawn when he's broke.")*

Final Scene: A New Home*

(The crew gathers on the tower's balcony, watching twin moons rise over the mint's skyline. Wim and KB stand shoulder-to-shoulder, their telepathic bond quiet for the first time in weeks.)*

KB* (softly)

"Does it feel like a prison yet?"

Wim* (smirking)

"Ask me in a year."

Fern* (yelling from inside)

"Hey, lovebirds! The Supervisor says there's a *hot tub* in the vaults. Dibs on first soak!"

(Laughter echoes as the *Eclipse Horizon* hums on the landing pad, its crew—and droids—ready for the next chapter.)*

Supervisor* (to itself)

"Conclusion: Family units improve operational efficiency. Error margin: acceptable."

Scene: Aboard the *Chimaera* — Thrawn's War Room*

(The dim, blue-lit chamber hums with the low growl of hyperspace engines. Grand Admiral Thrawn stands before a holographic star map, his crimson eyes cold and calculating. The Night Sisters, cloaked in shadow, flank him, their presence a blend of menace and mysticism. A holocom flickers to life, connecting Thrawn to his scattered fleet.)*

Thrawn* (calm, authoritative)

"Captains. The *Eclipse Horizon* has secured the mint, and the credits remain beyond our grasp—for now. This is not a defeat. It is… a recalibration."

(The Night Sister leader steps forward, her voice a melodic hiss.)*

Night Sister*

"The Force bends, Grand Admiral, but it does not break. The Jedi's 'balance' is an illusion. The dark tide *will* rise. Their sanctuary is a cage."

Thrawn* (ignoring her, addressing the fleet)

"The crew's unity is their strength, but unity breeds predictability. They have chosen stagnation over ambition. We, however, are unburdened by sentiment."

(He zooms the star map to the Outer Rim, highlighting the hidden mint's coordinates, now shielded by the Supervisor's barrier.)*

Thrawn*

"The *Eclipse Horizon* believes they have secured a victory. In truth, they have anchored themselves to a relic. While they guard the past, we shall shape the future. Regroup at Wayland. Resources there will suffice to reignite our campaign."

Night Sister* (sneering)

"You place too much faith in steel and strategy. The Force whispers of another path—a *weapon* buried in the Unknown Regions. One that does not bow to 'balance'."

Thrawn* (pausing, intrigued but wary)

"A weapon?"

Night Sister*

"A relic of the Old Ones. It does not *bridge* light and dark—it *consumes*. With it, even your precious 'predictability' will burn to ash."

Thrawn* (steepling his fingers)

"Interesting. But weapons are useless without control. You will provide coordinates. We will… assess its viability."

(The Night Sister's eyes gleam, but she bows in mock deference.)*

Night Sister*

"As you command. But know this: the weapon answers to hunger, not orders. Tread carefully, Grand Admiral."

(Thrawn's hologram shifts to address the fleet again, his tone sharpening.)*

Thrawn*

"To the crews of the Seventh Fleet: our resolve remains unbroken. The New Republic's complacency is its weakness. We will exploit it. Prepare for deployment. Thrawn out."

(The holocom snaps off. The Night Sister lingers, her voice dropping to a whisper.)*

Night Sister*

"You dismiss the Force at your peril. The boy, Ezra Bridger… he is close to awakening something. *You* see pawns on a board. *I* see a storm."

Thrawn* (turning away, icy resolve in his voice)

"Storms can be navigated, Sister. Or harnessed. Ensure your 'weapon' is more than a myth. I tolerate many things… but not failure."

(The Night Sister vanishes in a swirl of smoke, her laughter echoing. Thrawn stares at the star map, his reflection fractured in the glass.)*

Thrawn* (to himself)

"Balance. A pretty lie. The galaxy will learn the price of *order*."

Cut to: The *Eclipse Horizon* Crew — Supervisor Tower Vault*

(Wim, KB, and Fern stand at the vault's edge, watching credits flow through subspace relays to Resistance cells. The Supervisor's red brain pulses approvingly.)*

Fern* (grinning)

"Thrawn's gotta be fuming. Bet he's redecorating the *Chimaera's* walls with his art collection right now."

Wim* (frowning, uneasy)

"He doesn't give up. This isn't over."

KB* (touching her temple, Nexus energy flickering)

«He's searching for something else. Something… older. The Force is uneasy.»*

(The crew exchanges grim glances as the camera pulls back, revealing the mint's barrier shimmering like a fragile veil—and beyond it, the void of space, where Thrawn's fleet retreats, but does not yield.)*

End Scene.*

Thrawn's Next Move* The hunt for the Night Sisters' weapon begins.

The Crew's Dilemma* Guard the mint or pursue Thrawn into the Unknown Regions?

The Nexus's Warning* *«The storm comes. You cannot bridge what is already broken.»*