A trip to exogol

As our ship jumped out of hyperspace, my anxiety doubled. I looked over to my father, Vader, and saw he wasn't doing great either. We had both spent months trying to find a Wayfinder—the first one being destroyed by the Battle of Mustafar—to direct us a clear path to the Sith planet of Exogol. The broken desert planet vibrated the debris around us, causing our cheap shuttle to jerk to the side.

I slammed into the side of the ship and got knocked into the wall. Vader huffed a laugh, and I got up to see he hadn't moved an inch. Screw him and his stupid metal self, I thought.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I groaned as I stumbled back to my co-pilot chair.

"Buckle in, Anie. I don't have a good feeling about this landing..." my father said as he started weaving between various flying rocks. I did as he asked and watched as his durasteel hands steered our annoyingly large YT-700 freighter as though it was an X-wing.

One exclusively huge rock was flying straight towards our viewscreen, I flinched, quickly grabbing hold of the baster controls in front of me. I shot at the fragment, and it shattered into thousands of pieces. That seemed to be the last of the floating-madness and we were now nearing the planet's atmosphere.

The freighter thumped as we got pulled down by the loose gravity of the fractured planet. I looked over at my father and noticed the bulge of a vein on his forehead from stress. We had both taken it amongst ourselves to go search for The Emperor's new base without the New Republic's permission. Palpatine had only recently revealed the truth of his not-dead state of being.

The ex-Sith Lord landed the ship and set up the locking mechanism so that it didn't float away while we were gone. Not that it really mattered, I thought. We won't be leaving this planet alive.

Vader ignored my loud thoughts, and I followed him out of the cockpit of our shuttle. He grabbed the Wayfinder and I got my robe. The idea was to sneak into the capitol discreetly, but as I looked outside, I realized that may not be much of a challenge. The black desert was completely abandoned.

"Father, there-" I started.

"-Is no one here. Yes, I can tell. It seems we are either lucky or expected ." he sneered at the latter option.

We both pulled our hoods over our heads, hiding our identities, and stepped down the descending ramp. Once we stepped onto the coarse sand, I watched as my father took a couple steps ahead of me. He looked down at the triangular shaped artifact and threw it to the ground. The glass cracked, but it still flickered. I heard him sigh deeply before seeing him lift his right leg up, and then crushing the ancient item beneath him. A puff of red smoke floated up from the shattered glass, and he grinded down on it with his foot.

He looked up to me, the bags under his eyes seeming deeper now than ever. "It is done." he said.

I nodded, numbly accepting the fact that this was the end for us. Vader looked up to the dark building that stood—more like floated—next to us and began his march towards the structure. I sighed and followed behind.

As we walked, I reflected on my memories with Leia and Luke. Neither of them had known that our father and I had started this forbidden quest. There was a twinge of guilt with that thought, but I shook myself out of it. They don't need to die too , I thought. Vader and I had known the risks, both of our fates would be decided here, now .

We came to stand by a square trench under the cubical building, it echoed voices, all familiar but also not. I heard my own amongst the cacophonic symphonies, although it was a twisted hissing instead of my usual casualness. Whispers of the dark side groaned at my neck, and I brought a hand up to my throat, massaging it gently. I glanced at my father to see how he felt about the gaping hole of evil beneath us.