Luke Skywalker, the Last Jedi, faces his toughest challenge yet. To rebuild the Jedi Order, he must give up his personal hopes and dreams. Every move is critiqued by not only the New Republic Senate but also the Force-ghost Jedi Council of the past...
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When the Senate convened the next day, senators lobbed barbs at one another, not even waiting to be acknowledged. In the Visitors' Galley beside Luke, Naluma closed her eyes as she watched the government pull itself apart from within.
Some wanted the refugees to stay. Some wanted them shipped off planet. Some wanted them exterminated.
After chiming the intercom, Mon Mothma said, "Gentle beings, I suggest we be gentle with each other for once. The refugees are here to stay. We need to address their needs since they are citizens of the New Republic."
Observing from the Visitors' Gallery, Han cleared his throat. After Mon Mothma acknowledged him, he said, "Chancellor, I recommend that we move in some pre-fab housing for them. That tent city is going to breed disease, and that won't bode well for any of us."
Leia looked at her husband with admiration.
The Chancellor said, "I'll take your recommendation under advisement, Solo. Senators, do we have any discussion on this matter?"
A few hours of spirited debate frustrated everyone. However, at the end of the session, the Senate placed Han in charge of the project.
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The next day, while Han and Chewbacca scouted a site for the installation, Luke and Naluma reported to the Senate about continuing the evacuation process. Luke pleaded with the stodgy bureaucrats. "We left so many people back there. We need to go back, Senators."
Can't they see he hasn't slept all night? Those deaths are taking a toll on him. They've got to let us do something. Naluma clenched her hands and bit her lip.
Mon Mothma said, "Master Skywalker, you said it yourself, with the amount of radiation poisoning they have sustained, they'll be dead before any ship can get there. We already have more refugees than we can actuall—"
❶ Three figures in black entered the chamber, igniting lightsabers and standing in the portal. Naluma gazed behind them at the guards on the floor—more dead.
