“Leia!”
The young Twi’lek woman grinned widely as she entered Leia’s office. The senator instantly rose from her desk and strode up to the door, where the two women immediately met in a hug.
“Numa,” said Leia, “how are you? How’s Ryloth?”
Numa shrugged as she pulled out of the embrace. “Ryloth’s doing all right,” she said in her thickly accented voice, “and as for me, I can’t complain. Of course, now that the war’s over I’ve had to adjust to there not being a Rebellion to fight for.”
“We all have,” said Leia, heading back to h
(Please note all italics are memories of the CC-7567, Captain Rex.)
The sky, he thought, had never been so blue and only now as he lay helpless on his back did he appreciate the true color it and wondered why he had never taken the time to notice it before now. Captain Rex felt the sun shining on his face, his helmet lay on the ground next to him. General Skywalker, or Anakin as he had demanded that Rex start to call him, knelt on the hard ground next to where he lay, lightsaber still ignited and a look of worry crossing his face. Rex could tell his lips were moving, but from the concussive force of the grenade that had gone off nearby, his