Aboard the Devastator – Pursuit
The Star Destroyer Devastator drifted above Tatooine like a dark omen, blotting out stars. Inside its obsidian bridge stood Darth Vader, still cloaked in silence from the death of the Ones.
He felt it—shadows shifting, not from the Sith, not from the Rebellion. Something else was threading fate behind the veil. Serion.
But for now, there was a more immediate matter: the stolen Death Star plans.
"Where are the transmissions you intercepted?" Vader's voice was a deep, mechanized growl.
He faced Nelly Organa, a diplomatic aide captured fleeing the Tantive IV after Leia's escape. Young. Defiant.
"I told you—I don't know where the plans went. I'm just a messenger."
"Every message leaves echoes," Vader replied coldly. "And I know what silence is hiding."
With a gesture, he summoned a memory extractor drone. Screams echoed down the corridor.
The Death Star – A Test of Terror
Above the blue world of Alderaan, the Death Star loomed.
Tarkin, cold and sure of himself, stood beside Vader.
"Perhaps the princess will respond to more... aggressive persuasion," he said.
Leia Organa, shackled and bruised but unbroken, stood between them.
"Alderaan is peaceful. We have no weapons."
"You would prefer another target? A military one?" Tarkin asked with detached malice. "Then name the system!"
Leia swallowed the bile rising in her throat.
"Dantooine. The base is on Dantooine."
Tarkin turned to his officers.
"You may fire when ready."
Leia's eyes widened in horror. The superlaser ignited.
Alderaan ceased to exist.
Leia fell to her knees, not from weakness—but despair.
Vader said nothing. But deep within, a single thought stirred.
Padmé would have wept.
Obi-Wan's Return – Infiltration
Within the belly of the Death Star, Obi-Wan Kenobi moved like a shadow among steel corridors.
He had not come alone.
Disguised as stormtroopers, Han, zabine, Chewbacca, and nelly, newly rescued from her cell, fought through security to reach their ship.
Obi-Wan had another task—deactivate the tractor beam. Without it, escape would be impossible.
He did so with silent efficiency.
But as he turned the corner
"I sense something... a presence I've not felt since…"
The red saber ignited before the words finished.
Darth Vader.
Two relics of a forgotten war stood face to face.
"Your powers are weak, old man," Vader sneered.
"You cannot win, Darth. If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."
They clashed.
Blue and red danced between hangar shadows, sabers hissing with memory and betrayal.
In the distance, Luke and Leia watched, paralyzed by the battle of titans.
Then—
Obi-Wan met Vader's gaze, serene. He smiled.
And he raised his blade—
—and did not resist.
Vader's saber passed through him.
There was no body.
Only robes.
Only peace.
But the mission was complete.
The Escape and the Spark
The Falcon escaped, pursued by TIE fighters, fleeing into hyperspace.
Aboard, zabine sat stunned, nelly silent beside him.
"He's gone," zabine whispered.
"No," came a soft voice in his mind. "I am here, zabine."
Obi-Wan had become one with the Force.
And though Vader stood victorious on the Death Star, something slipped from his grasp.
Hope.
On Exegol – Plans in Motion
In the blackened halls of Exegol, lightning flickered across monolithic statues.
Palpatine stood before a massive array of blueprints.
Clones—some failures, others nearing perfection.
Star Destroyers—each equipped with planet-killer weapons.
Dark secrets—bound in flesh and power.
He felt it—the death of the Ones. The fall of Abeloth.
And it frightened him.
But fear was fuel.
"We will become eternal," he hissed. "This time, I will not be outplayed."
He summoned a shadow from the Unknown Regions.
Thrawn
"The Rebels grow bold. Crush them."
Thrawn bowed.
"They will not escape my mind, he had been rebuilt by palpatine and twisted to serve the dark