Rebel Fleet – Hidden Moon of Yavin IV
Inside a makeshift war room carved from ancient stone, Admiral Ackbar, General Dodonna, and others gathered around the holographic projection of the Death Star schematics—stolen at immense cost.
zabine stood beside Nelly Organa, arms crossed.
"There's a thermal exhaust port here," Sabine said, highlighting a narrow trench. "It leads directly to the core reactor."
"Too small for a full assault," Ackbar muttered.
"Not for a fighter. A starfighter run, with the right pilot, the right squadron " Nelly's voice was tense, hopeful. "We can do this."
The plan was born: a concentrated X-Wing assault led by Red Squadron. The Death Star would soon arrive in firing range. This was the Rebellion's last, desperate shot.
Exegol – Shadows of the Sith
On a world of endless storm and bone, Darth Sidious his true body broken, sustained by machines watched from a deep cryptic chamber.
"The Death Star is a symbol," he murmured, as loyal Sith cultists attended his failing form. "Symbols can be destroyed. But I…"
His voice fractured with rage and prophecy.
"I will return again… and again. As long as the dark survives."
From a nearby cloning vat, a perfected clone stepped forward pale, golden-eyed, wearing the black and crimson robes of the Emperor.
This Echo-Palpatine was not meant to rule, only to stall fate.
"You will go in my place," the true Sidious croaked. "Buy me time… for the Final Order."
The Battle of Yavin – Rewritten
The Death Star entered Yavin orbit.
Rebel fighters soared into the black, X-Wings and Y-Wings forming into attack vectors. Explosions bloomed like dying stars as TIE Fighters screamed into formation.
Sabine, in a custom black-and-purple X-Wing, led the charge.
"Let's paint a new dawn, people. All wings report in."
"Red Two, standing by."
"Red Five, standing by."
"Red Leader, standing by."
Within the Death Star, Echo-Palpatine watched with clinical curiosity, his hands folded.
"Let them try. This construct was not built to inspire fear—it was built to erase hope."
Turbolasers lit the void, but the Rebels pressed on.
Vader's Stand – Darkness Meets Fire
Darth Vader, commanding from his TIE Advanced, carved through enemy fighters with brutal precision. His grief at Obi-Wan's sacrifice burned into cold hatred.
But something gnawed at his mind: zabine's fighting style, his blend of Jedi grace and Mandalorian ferocity.
Not Skywalker… not Kenobi… who trained this one?
As zabine entered the trench, two TIEs locked onto her tail. Nelly's voice came across the comms:
"zabine, break left!"
A Y-Wing sacrificed itself to block the shot.
The moment opened.
zabine exhaled… and fired.
The torpedoes sank deep.
The core ignited.
The Death Star erupted.
Vader's Escape – Scattered Ashes
As the battle station exploded behind him, Vader's TIE spiraled from the shockwave. His hand trembled on the yoke—not from fear, but from uncertainty.
The Sith... the Empire… is this the end?
Around him, fragments of the Imperial fleet fled, leaderless. He sent out a pulse—summoning every ship still loyal.
"Fall back. Rendezvous at the edge of the Outer Rim."
He watched the explosion in silence.
Sidious is gone.
But the Force whispered otherwise.
Not gone… buried.
Yavin – Celebration and Silence
Rebel cheers echoed through ancient halls. Nelly and zabine embraced, bruised but alive. But zabine turned to the stars beyond the treetops.
"This isn't over."
Nelly nodded, voice quiet.
"No. It's just the first light."
Exegol – The Final Order Begins
Beneath storms and ancient obelisks, the real Palpatine, now nearly skeletal, laughed weakly as he watched through an ethereal lens.
"Let them celebrate. Let them believe they've won."
Dozens of unfinished Star Destroyers hung in the void, each larger than the last.
He summoned one of the engineers—modified through Sith alchemy.
"Begin construction. Prepare the bloodlines."
The Final Order had begun.