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The celebrations continue late into the evening, as the sun disappears from the horizon of Endor’s moon. There is still more work to be done, of course, but there was a decisiveness to the Rebellion’s victory today.
The Emperor is dead. The Empire cannot stand without him; the late tyrant’s pride would never have allowed it, and the folly of his selfishness will persist beyond the grave, crumbling all that he had built.
There is good reason to celebrate tonight, and those celebrations will soon spread across the galaxy as the news goes out.
Music and laughter fill the air.