LOTF: Resurgence/Epilogue

Galen Slarwalker and Hans Novastar walked slowly through the grassy plains towards the spot where the Fortune Destroyer had landed. Above them the skies were beginning to darken; rain would soon arrive. Across the plain, there was no sound but the scuffling of their feet against the grass and the cool winds beginning to make their way towards the Slarwalker residence. It was getting cooler by the minute.

"You're certain she'll be safe?" Galen asked, concerned.

"Trust me. These guys are good, and they've owed me for a long time. No one will touch her." Hans assured him.

"And how exactly did you meet them again?"

"Let's just say I had a rough childhood."

As they approached the Destroyer, Galen stopped for a moment, confused. He looked at the ship, trying to understand the presence he felt.

"Who's in there?" He asked.

The ramp fell and the door opened, and out walked Sen Qorbin dressed in his full robes. He used a cane in his left hand as he slowly walked down the stairs, and Galen saw how he had changed. His skin was now wrinkly, his body smaller and more frail, and his eyes had dimmed in brightness, but all the same, it was him. Meeting his gaze, Qorbin smiled.

"Hello, old friend." He happily greeted him.

...

Somewhere far, far away, a young woman gazed into a starry night sky. She could see all three moons and more stars than she would ever be able to count, scattered with nebulae around her. The sky shined bright against the endless rolling dunes of Tatooine. The light reflected in her bright green eyes and illuminated her long, black hair. Her gray wraps weren't meant for winds of a desert at night, and as a sandy breeze began to blow, she turned away and began to return to her small homestead when a single peculiar star caught her eye. Dim at first, it slowly grew in size and brightness until she realized it was not a star--it was headed towards her.

She began to run, but as she watched the object she realized it would not hit her, and began to chase it instead. The fiery object landed over the dunes, and smoke began to rise into the sky as she raced towards it. Making her way to the top of the dune, she saw not far from her the burning remains of a starship, now a scrambled mess of metals. She stopped, hesitant to risk approaching it with its stability in question until she saw an arm reach through the window of the circular cockpit, clawing at the sand. Without further hesitation, she ran towards the wreck.

She reached the cockpit, and found in it a barely conscious man, bleeding from his head, reaching out. He was still strapped in to his chair, but the chair had been knocked off the bottom of the cockpit. She pulled and pulled on the window, and due to its weakened state from the crash, succeeded in pulling it off. She quickly crawled in, unstrapped the chair, and dragged the man out by both of his arms. She took him to the top of the dune and stopped for a moment, applying pressure to his forehead to stop the bleeding as she worked out what to do next. The man gasped and opened his eyes widely, looking at her and at the sky. He turned his head towards the crash, then back to her in confusion.

"Who am I?" He asked.

TO BE CONTINUED IN COLLISION.