Alliances II: Civil War II Chapter Seventy-Five

As Luke's X-wing returned to the hangar bay, he found that the celebrations had already begun. On this day, the Rebel Alliance, with some help from the Free Federation, had achieved an outstanding victory, a victory that would be felt across the entire known galaxy.

From afar, Watt and MacCleod watched as the Rebels celebrated. They, too, felt happy on this day. They had played their small part in this victory. Now, perhaps, came a much larger, harder mission: convincing Mon Mothma that a combined Free Federation/Rebel Alliance force could bring down the might of the Galactic Empire.

 

With the great hall on Yavin IV filled to capacity by both Rebel and Federation officers, Watt watched from the wings as Luke Skywalker, Han Solo and Chewbacca received the highest honour the Rebel Alliance could bestow upon anyone. Watt felt warmed by this. If this was the best the Rebels had to offer, then they were in good hands.

His thoughts then turned to absent friends. Somewhere in the same quadrant, Magus and Drathro were off looking for James Watt the elder, a man revered across the galaxy. Even if they did manage to win the support of the Rebel Alliance, the ever expanding Free Federation would need a leader that could unite all the factions. Watt wasn't sure if Spock or Mon Mothma could do this. They were both fine leaders, but Watt knew, deep down in his heart, that only one man could do what the galaxy needed. And he wasn't even sure if that man was still alive.