Promises are made to be broken. Deals are made to be kept.
[The Mandalorian Season 1-2]
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Prequel to Promises and Deals --> Truth...
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The flames bring a smile to Alora's face. After spending her entire life at war, always strategizing and planning for the next battle, it's finally over with fireworks in the sky and dancing Ewoks on every tree. Fires burn high on each canopy with Rebel pilots mingling with the Ewoks.
Alora dances to the music, her hair able to flow down her back for the first time in years. When she received her title of High General—the highest-ranked position in the Alderaanian army below royalty—she made the decision to keep her hair in the traditional buns as a symbol of respect. Though she will always miss the planet she grew up on, the buns no longer hold that same significance.
The war is over. Vader and the Emperor are dead. The world is at peace.
Letting out a loud laugh, Alora hugs each fighter she passes. She nods along to the set beat when she reaches the Imperial helmets being used as drums, giving the nearby Ewok a wild grin.
A familiar face makes her race across the canopy to hug Lando tightly. "Have you seen Han yet?" She asks only for said pilot to push her away to hug the other man. "Hey!"
"Can it, General," Han jokes. "He's mine."
Alora shakes her head as she makes her way over to Leia. The princess smiles as they hug, Alora burying her face in Leia's wavy hair. "Can you believe it?" Leia asks as she pulls away to watch the party. "After all these years, it's all over."
Nodding along, Alora wraps her arm around Leia's waist. "I wish they'd been here to see it. They would be proud of you." Flashes of Leia's parents cross her vision.
"Proud of us." Leia smiles. "We have a lot of work to do, but we'll do it together."
"Always."
Alora looks back to the climbing fires, a calmness spreading through her mind that she hasn't felt since she was a child. Looking at all of the dancing fighters, she couldn't be happier. They deserved this win. They finally won.
As she lets her gaze wander, her grin grows tenfold as she launches herself at the man now joining the party. Luke hugs her back with a smile of his own before hugging his sister (a fact that still shocks Alora to no end) and Han.
"Did you do what you needed?" Alora asks as Luke settles beside her on the outskirts of the celebration.
He nods. "Don't worry about it." Shaking his head, he takes a deep breath. "So, High General, how does it feel?"
She bites her lip. "It feels pretty great, Jedi Master."
