Grim left Alderaan, knowing it would be for the final time. She took a deep breath. “There is no emotion, there is peace,” she reminded herself. She flew away from the planet, and hid as close and far away as she could. She didn’t know where the Death Star was located at the time, but she knew where it would soon be. She couldn’t stop the planet’s destruction.

She waited with baited breath, and watched as the planet was evacuated. She hoped against hope that the Organas would also be ones to leave.

Hours passed, and Grim did not move the ship. She sat deep in meditation, feeling everything around her. The Force was hard for her to feel, it had been that way since Order 66. Her inability to sense the dark side had left her with a nearly empty galaxy. She could, however, still feel the Force. It flowed through everything, and everyone. She connected to what she could feel, and waited until she couldn’t feel the same way.

  “Grim, why are we still here?” Luna asked her.

“We’re waiting.” She told her droid, without opening her eyes. She still remained focused on her connection with the Force.

“On what?”

At that moment there was a sudden emptiness. “That,” she replied, her eyes still closed. She opened them to see the Death Star where she had been waiting. She had correctly chosen her hiding place.

“Oh no, Kennet don’t you dare tell me that-”

“What? That we’re going there? Sorry, but I told the Queen I’d save her daughter.”

“I am not flying us into an Imperial space station!” Luna protested.

“Alright then, I can fly myself.”

“What are you thinking?!”

“That I’m about to get myself even more involved in the plot of A New Hope-”

She was cut off with a warning in the Force. Then it happened.

There is something different about watching things happen in real life and watching things happen in fiction, Grim learned this lesson a long time ago. Yet, nothing could have possibly compared to what she has just witnessed now, not even watching Anakin burn alive on Mustafar.

The green rays fired from the Death Star, converging into one giant laser, aimed directly at Alderaan. In a single instant the world exploded. This was followed by a sudden emptiness in the Force that she hadn’t felt since Order 66. Except, it was different, it had all gone out in one moment. During Order 66, it had been slow, here, it had taken only a second.

She wanted to scream, but found herself unable to. She knew it was going to happen, she knew she couldn’t stop it-

Then, there was a comfort, she had changed it. Alderaan was gone, but she had watched as the evacuation took place. Her warning saved people, she was sure of it.

Still, their home was gone, they would never be able to return. They wouldn’t even have the choice for a chance.

“No way!” Luna exclaimed. “We are not going there!”

“Too bad,” said Grim, already starting to fly towards the Death Star.

“Do you have a death wish?!”

“Do you want me to be honest?” she remarked.

Luna didn’t protest further.

As Grim flew the shuttle closer to the battle station, she began to power certain systems down to avoid detection. She waited with baited breath, just hovering in space, underneath the massive weapon.

She closed her eyes and reached out with the Force again. She focused, there was a large overwhelming lack of a presence on the station, and she knew exactly who it was. She hadn’t faced him in some time, not since Malachor where he had quote-unquote “killed” her wife. She knew that Ahsoka was still alive, but they had little contact after the fact, and Grim respected that she needed time after learning the truth about her Master, when she had kept it hidden from her.

She shook her head. “Focus, Kennet, you’re a Jedi Knight, not a Padawan,” she reminded herself. She was acting like she had all those years ago, and again, she couldn’t afford to be distracted by Ahsoka.

She pushed her wife from her mind, and focused on the Force. She reached out further than the spot of emptiness she knew to be Vader. She felt Leia’s hidden presence. She could feel the grief and pain from the young princess and wish she could comfort her at that very moment, but she couldn’t, not yet, she had to wait.

She reached further still, sinking deeper into her meditation. She couldn’t enter the Death Star’s hangar bay without being spotted, and she would prefer if the Empire wasn’t already on alert by the time the Millennium Falcon was trapped in its tractor beam.

Just as she was considering this, there was a bright feeling in the Force that she hadn’t felt since she had left all those years ago. Seeing his holocron message - when she had been helping with the Ghost Crew - had only refreshed her memory of it.

He was a beacon of light in the Force, and the part of her that still very much felt like a Padawan reached out to him. She was smiling despite herself, because even all these years later he was a comfort. Not to mention, in the years she spent with him in hiding, he hadn’t felt the same. Order 66 and Mustafar had dimmed his light, but now he was exactly as she remembered from The Clone Wars.

And as she thought of him, she was reminded of another thing she could not stop. She would not be able to stop his death. Hours from now, Obi-Wan Kenobi, a beacon of light, and her hope, would be dead. Of course, he wasn’t just her hope anymore, he was the hope in which Leia had entrusted for the future of the Rebellion, for the future of the galaxy. He was everyone’s hope, and he was about to die.

She wouldn’t be able to stop it, or change it, or anything of the sort. He would die, and she would have to accept that. His story was coming to an end, but another’s was about to begin.

The Millennium Falcon got caught by the Death Star’s tractor beam. Grim powered on the engines of her shuttle. As the Falcon was brought into the Death Star’s hangar, she piloted her ship right behind it. She got caught too, but that was all according to plan.

“This is a trap, you know that, right?” Luna asked her.

“Of course I do,” Grim replied. “But as my Master taught me: ‘Spring the trap.’”

The ship landed smoothly, guided by the tractor beam that left them trapped. When it had touched down on the floor of the hangar, she got out of her seat. Carefully, she went further inside, ushering her droid to follow. She made sure all of her information was hidden, and then wiped Luna’s memory in the case of capture. She wasn’t worried about it too much, but she could take no risks. Not here, and not now.

The void that was Vader was close now.

Luna and her stayed in a hidden compartment on the ship that she had added in the case of such situations. Again, she waited with baited breath. She listened to the sound of stormtroopers searching her ship, and then she heard them leaving. Again, she waited, making sure no one was left. When she was sure, she left her ship,

She caught sight of Obi-Wan’s cloak as it disappeared, and carefully, began to follow.