EPILOGUE

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Three weeks had passed since the Battle of Naboo

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Three weeks had passed since the Battle of Naboo. It would join the long list of milestones in the history of the galaxy, like the battle of Yavin, or that of Endor, which had led to the victory of the defenders of freedom against tyranny and dictatorship.

Almost the entirety of Hux's fleet had been destroyed. After the explosion, the Allied vessels had returned to the battlefield to find only floating debris and a few survivors in damaged escape pods. Some had managed to flee. But it didn't matter.

The Resistance and its supporters had triumphed. Hearts were now filled with joy and hope, and the inhabitants of the galaxy had celebrated victory as it should be.

The airstrip of Haven was teeming with people. Maintenance teams were busy inspecting the starfighters ready to take off, pilots were discussing the next trips to be made, and groups of refugees were arriving aboard the ships made available by the Galaxy New Alliance.

Arbra had truly become a planet of asylum for all those who had suffered the abuses of the First Order or who had seen their worlds destroyed. Former slaves were now free, stateless people here found land ready to welcome them, and all of them rejoiced at the rout of Hux and his army.

Going down the shuttle ramp, Rey saw Poe waiting for her near the base entrance. When she was finally in front of him, the two rebels stared at each other for a long time without moving.

"He wasn't there, was he?" Poe finally asked.

There was no animosity in his voice, no cynicism. His gaze was even compassionate.

Rey lowered her eyes and tightened her grip on the strap of the bag she was carrying over her shoulder.

"No, he was not there," she sighed.

Poe then took a step towards her and put her hands on her arm. "I'm sorry."

The young woman knew that the pilot was sincere. Ben's contribution to the fall of the First Order had changed many things. And even though most people still thought that what he had done as Kylo Ren was unforgivable, Poe had revised his judgment.

On Naboo, just after the explosion, Rey and Leia had been on their knees on the floor for long minutes, sobbing in each other's arms, thinking that this time they had lost Ben for good.

And then a gleam had shone in the Darkness.

A signal, a pulse...

Rey had felt his signature, tenuous but very present, through the Force. Leia had felt it too. The two women had stopped crying and looked at each other in dismay. Then the bond had opened, and Rey's heart had started to beat again.

"I'm fine, Rey."

Ben's deep voice had echoed in her mind, distant but reassuring. Just three words, covered by the rebels' cries of joy all around her, and then there had been silence again in her head.

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