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The Binary Sunset

The second sun returned to its original shape. The flare divided, with the majority following Rey, and a small irregularity causing a flash of light to bathe the desert. Luke Skywalker exhaled as the Tuskens and Jawas around him cheered. In Luke’s brief attempts to Force Project before, he had crashed to the ground upon returning to his body. As he levitated in the air, he realized this was different.

C-3PO looked over to congratulate his old friend, but parts of his arms have begun to fade.

“Master Luke?” C-3PO walked over, worried. Luke looked down at his hand becoming transparent.

“One time, Threepio. Just Luke.” Luke realized what had happened. He only hoped he had more time than Yoda had.

“Yes… Luke,” C-3PO pieced together what was happening. “Can I contact someone? Perhaps Master Tano knows—“

“No, it’s okay,” Luke replied, as tears began to form in his eyes. “It’s my time. I just need to say my goodbyes.”

Loved ones, on and above Tatooine, and across the galaxy, felt a presence, warm but fading. Leia felt a right hand on her shoulder. Lando felt a left hand on his.

“Everyone,” Luke spoke out, and the Force echoed in his intended targets. Even R2-D2 experienced a new phenomenon, like hearing something without sound waves. “I don’t think I have much time left. I… want to say I love you. While I can.”

Caro and Lowbacca, victorious on the front lines, sped towards the last location they saw their old mentor. Lando rushed towards his hangar.

“It’s okay, everyone. I’ve had a great life. Caro, Lowbacca, all of my students. I am so proud of you. You have become far greater Jedi, greater peacemakers, and greater souls than I could have hoped for. Mara, Ahsoka, you’ve taught me more about the Force, and more about myself, then I thought was possible. I leave the future of our family in capable hands.

“Leia, I wish I could’ve helped your son. I’m so sorry.”

“No,” Leia uttered through tears. “This is on him, not you. You—“

“I know,” Luke responded. “I don’t blame myself. And you can’t either. Everyone here today, everything that happened, was because of you. Remember that. You saved the galaxy.

“Chewie,” Luke reached out specifically to the injured wookiee, recovering on Kashyyyk. “Artoo,” to the droid struggling to understand a new sense. “I don’t know if you can hear this, but get better soon. Someone needs to look out for these jokers.

“And Lando.”

Lando, almost taking off, stalled his engine. The tears in his eyes welled to the point of being unable to see. Luke paused, unsure of what to say to the man that had gone from a complete stranger to a complete friend. He settled on something simple, yet true.

“Thanks for the years.”

Lando laughed.

At this point, Luke was almost gone. C-3PO would have cried if it was possible.

“Oh, and Finn?” Luke sent out a private message, as of an afterthought to his heartfelt farewells. “She’s out there. And keep the lightsaber. It suits you.”

Luke’s body became pale and slowly his clothes began to sink.

“I’ve held on too long,” he said aloud, only to C-3PO. “I’m going soon.”

“If only it wasn’t on this contemptible planet,” C-3PO joked. “The furthest from a bright center of the universe.”

“I don’t know,” Luke whispered as he stared forward, leaving the mortal plane. “Just look at that sunset.”

(Moth)

jewishcomeradebot:

It all began with Leia.

Oh I know, the story stretches both backwards and forwards in time, involving many other people. But when the first Star Wars movie premiered in 1977, it began with Leia.

It began with this.

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Leia and Carrie has been synonymous with each other and with Star Wars ever since. And having Episode IX without her would have been more than odd – though if the alternative was recasting I’d rather not have had Leia at all. No one but Carrie will ever truly be able to be Leia.

Because it all began with her.

Without Leia’s courage and determination, not to speak of her wild and reckless plan, none of the rest of the story would ever have happened. Vader would have captured the Death Star plans from the Rebellion and eventually all system would have cowered in fear of the indestructible doomsday weapon.

And the Empire would have ruled supreme.

If not for Leia the whole story would have been over before we had a chance to hear it.

Nor did Leia’s story, her courage and determination end there.

When a new threat arose to threaten all that she loved, Leia picked up the gauntlet and began to build the organization necessary to fight it. Even as others attacked and ostracized her for it, despite having lost more than most could ever imagine losing and still live.

I am glad that JJ found a way to have Leia in Episode IX. A way to properly conclude not just the Skywalker saga, but Leia’s own personal story. A story of losses and tragedies, but also of courage and hope. Of love found, lost and then found again. And most of all, a story of the importance of resistance and defiance against oppression and tyranny. At all cost.

Because we need our Jewish princess and general, who will fight Nazis with her last breath now more than ever.

The world may no longer have Carrie Fisher in it, but her memory and the memory of Leia and her constant defiance lives on.

Zecher tzadik livrakhah.

themandalorianwolf:

The story of Anakin and Padme is tragic as shit. They had a 14 year long relationship. Friends, comrades, equals, lovers, and eventually married soon to be parents. They went through an entire war together side by side.

The relationship while beautiful while it lasted, ended horrifically. Seriously I wouldn’t wish this relationship on anyone because just how it ended.

Anakin and Padme can’t be compared to any other relationship because their relationship is too layered with complexity and horrifying events.

Palpatine had gone out of his way to twist Anakin’s mind and Anakin’s own fear of losing people like he did with Qui-Gon, his mother, and Ahsoka, really messed him up. He became a monster.

Maybe in the next life they’ll find each other, but their story is a tragic af one.

Bedtime

jabariqueen:

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Finn stops reading aloud and turns off the holopad when he realizes that Gabriel is fast asleep, his chubby hands clutching his plush toy. The toddler always asks for a bedtime story, but can never stay awake past the first few sentences. Finn smiles fondly, and kisses his son’s forehead. Then he puts a hand on Gabriel’s tiny chest and waits for it to rise and fall, rise and fall like a regular clock. He doesn’t know why, but sometimes he just needs to make sure that his baby is breathing. Reassured, he steps out of the room, leaving the door ajar.

Finn pads down the corridor, stopping in front of Ngize’s room. The teenager is half-asleep, and Rey is lying down next to her, holding her in her arms and singing a lullaby. Ngize looks so peaceful and trustful, a far cry from the twitchy and aggressive child they brought home a few years ago. She was one of the Stormtrooper cadets they rescued from the First Order, and her “childhood” at the hands of these monsters has left her traumatized. But she’s come such a long way since then, and Finn’s heart fills with joy and love every time she’s being her bright, care-free self.

Rey notices him leaning against the door frame, and she smiles to him, still singing. Her eyes twinkle the way they do when she’s happy. Finn stays there, watching his wife sing to their daughter, and feels like luckiest man in the world.