She ducked beneath the slashing blade, gazing into his face. Skywalker’s face. The face that had haunted her nightmares for nearly six years. The face the Emperor had ordered her to destroy.
YOU WILL KILL LUKE SKYWALKER.
And for the first time since she’d found Skywalker and his crippled X-wing floating in deep space, she let herself give in to the voice swirling through her mind. With all her strength, she swung her lightsaber and cut him down.
The clone crumpled, his lightsaber clattering to the floor beside him.
Mara gazed down at him… and as she took a ragged breath, the voice in the back of her mind fell silent.
It was done. She had fulfilled the Emperor’s last command.
And she was finally free.