Just imagine Luke Skywalker, singing to himself and sweeping up his cave with a handmade broom while the porgs help him tidy up his monastic abode like some kind of space Disney Princess.
every time i walked away from something i wanted to forget,i told myself it was for a cause that i believed in. a cause that was worth it. without that, we’re lost.
i can’t stop thinking about a parallel star wars universe where the twins got swapped at birth. jedi-farmgirl leia skywalker! rebel-prince luke organa!
And there was never another Rogue One callsign ever – and when the Rogue Group flew the Rogue leader was always back and to the right of true lead position, because it was understood. It was believed. It was known.
Rogue One would always fly with their group, because the Force was with them.
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