Luke Skywalker flew his first run in a borrowed Y-wing.
Toren watched through a long-range relay—never interfering.
Mira sat beside him.
"He's reckless."
"He's honest," Toren replied.
She smirked. "So were you."
Toren didn't deny it.
"He's what they need. But he's not ready for what's coming."
Mira looked sideways.
"And we are?"
He didn't answer.
Kora activated a final-tier reward.
Protocol Omega UnlockedBlueprint: Mobile Defense Platform – "Crownbreaker"Purpose: Coordinated orbital disruption station. Cloaked hyperspace anchor.
Toren studied the design.
It wasn't a weapon.
It was a bunker that could fly.
They could bring Aurex to any battlefield.
Cindar would not hide again.
It would strike.
News broke across rebel channels.
A station. A planet-killer.
Death Star.
Toren stared at the schematic.
It made Aurex's firepower look like matches.
Tarn grunted. "We'd need a miracle."
Mira said quietly, "We may already have one."
And she showed them Luke's name.
On Cindar, the council convened one final time.
Toren stood before them—not as king. As soldier.
"This is no longer about survival. This is about history."
He opened his arms.
"Any who stay will fight beside the Rebellion. Any who leave, go free."
No one left.
And the city beneath the ash readied for its last stand.