Madonna Litta

Vader pulled Luke very close, spoke into his ear. "Luke, you were right…andyou were right about me…Tell your sister…you were right." With that, he closed his eyes, and Darth Vader—Anakin Skywalker—died. A tremendous explosion filled the back of the bay with fire, knocking Luke flatto the ground. Slowly, he rose again; and like an automaton, stumbled toward one ofthe last remaining shuttles. The Millennium Falcon continued its swerving race through the labyrinth ofpower channels, inching ever-closer to the hub of the giant sphere—the main reactor.The Rebel cruisers were unloading a continuous bombardment on the exposed,unfinished superstructure of the Death Star, now, each hit causing a resonatingshudder in the immense battle station, and a new series of catastrophic events within. Commander Jerjerrod sat, brooding, in the control room of the Death Star,watching all about him crumble. Half of his crew were dead, wounded, or runoff—where they hoped to find sanctuary was unclear, if not insane. The rest