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Hi there! I know Iâve asked before, but will there be leftover sales of this zine? And if so, is there an ETA of when that will happen? Thank you so much for your time!
Of course! The current ETA for opening up leftover sales is going to be Monday, March 11th. We apologize for the lack of information available on this before now.
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Darth Vaderâs breath would have hitched if his respirator hadnât dragged the air from his lungs and reinflated them automatically. His heart would have stopped if the cardiac regulator hadnât measured out steady heartbeats. The servos in his legs whirred as the galaxy was swept from under his feet and he nearly fell to his knees, so overcome with the emotions that suddenly raged inside him.
No, that couldnât be. She was dead. Vader had observed her funeral on Naboo, had mourned at her tomb. This was some trick, some deception meant to rattle him; the Emperor himself was likely behind this, testing Vaderâs resolve. What was this trickery then? A PROXY droid? A Force Apparition? A Changeling? Perhaps a handmaiden?
But sheâd never looked at him like this. Anger burning in her eyes, resolve in the set of her lips, defiance in her stance. Heâd seen her look at others like this and heâd admired her dedication and determination. But to have her glaring at him now, with loathing and defiance⊠he felt unsettled.
The current Admiral of The Executor had been so smug when heâd approached Vader to announce that a rebel insurgent had been captured. Vader had strode to the detention block, flanked by two stormtroopers, ready to wring out all the information he could from the rebel scum â
Of course she would be with the Rebellion. The Empire was the very thing that she had been so concerned about creating during the Clone Wars.
He forced himself to speak. âConspiracy against the Empire.â His synthesized voice rang out in the enclosed space, so warped and pitched that she would never realize who she spoke to.
She was speaking, and Vader said nothing. He just⊠listened to her voice, bringing to mind memories of her practicing her speeches the night before important Senate sessions, as he half-listened, so happy that the Force had their paths cross all those years ago in Wattoâs shop â
Fury burned in Vaderâs core and he let it fester, let it burn away at the memories of the man he had killed. He turned his head, addressing the two stormtroopers standing in the cramped cell just behind him. âLeave us.â
Hastily, the troopers filed out, the door sliding closed behind them.
She had come to him on Mustafar, knowing what heâd done. Even as she betrayed me, she loved me.
It was the last thing she said to him; Vader heard it in his nightmares, sometimes. âStop, stop now, come back. I love you. AnakinâŠâ
Grief welled in him, and he spoke before he could stop himself. âI thought I lost you.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Weâve never met.â
âYou were alive, I knew you were, but I felt â I felt our bond break.â His emotions roiled through him. âYou were gone, he said ââ
Hatred .
âHe said I killed you,â Vader rumbled. âHe said I killed you in a fit of anger, and when I couldnât sense you, I believed him. The Emperor lied to me. Heâs kept you from me all these years, knowing that I ââ
That he what? Would have left Emperor Palpatineâs side? That he would run away with his long-lost wife? That he would kill her?
âIt was necessary. To bring order to the galaxy, to gain powers of the Force that would save ââ Vader stopped abruptly. âThe child. Does the child live?â
She bristled, and that was all the answer he needed. Â
How had the man she loved become the most feared monster in the galaxy?
She had believed, all those years ago, that there was still good in Anakin, even as he turned his back on everything he believed because he thought it would save her. But when Obi-Wan said that Anakin was dead â
Obi-Wan. Did he know that Anakin lived? Did he know what had become of his best friend? Had Obi-Wan lied to her about Anakinâs death, the way the Emperor lied to Anakin? No, she couldnât believe that. He had been nearly as distraught as her. He couldnât have known.
The corridor opened to a hanger bay. TIE fighters, small cargo ships, and shuttles lined the platform; technicians, pilots, deck crew, officers, and troopers moved in tightly organized groups, or else with purpose from one task to another. Darth Vader ignored them all, heading straight for a shuttle.
Technicians tending to the shuttle tripped over themselves as they leapt to attention.
âLord Vader! We werenât informed of a scheduled departure ââ
âAn apt statement, as I donât often operate on schedules.â The man flinched. âI have need of my shuttle. Is it suitable?â
âYes, my lord! It has been returned to your specifications.â
Darth Vader stood at the landing ramp and faced her. The troopers shoved her forward. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hand twitch. But he didnât strike. Instead, he stepped in front of them. âThat will be all.â
âYessir,â the other said hastily, stepping back. The first trooper went to speak, thought better of it, and followed his fellow soldier.
Darth Vaderâs shadow fell over her as she walked into the ship. Despite the size of the shuttle, there wasnât much room inside; half the interior was taken up by some spherical mechanism, like a ball-shaped chamber.
âWhatâs happening?â she asked, doing her best to keep her tone calm.
Instead of answering, Vader swept past her, cape billowing behind him as he strode to the cockpit. âStrap in until we enter hyperspace.â
Her stomach flipped. Where was he taking her? Why didnât he bring any guards along? Tense, she lowered herself into a seat and adjusted the safety harness. Darth Vader â Anakin â no, she couldnât think of him as Anakin â Vader sat in the pilot's seat, expertly flipping switches and adjusting controls until the ship hummed to life.
The harsh white of the hanger bay ended as they emerged into the blackness of space. She could just spy Rodia through the viewport as Vader turned the ship and input coordinates. Coordinates to where? Within moments, the stars warped and stretched, before slingshotting them into the blue-white of hyperspace.
âYouâre ââ she sat heavily in a little-used copilots chair. âYouâre helping me escape?â
âYou will be interrogated as a Rebel spy. You may be tortured, or killed. And if the Emperor discovered your identity, he may take personal interest.â
After a long moment he added softly, âI cannot lose you again.â
With a trembling hand, she reached over and touched the side of that black mask. Finally, he turned to face her. It may have been a trick of the lenses, but for just a moment, she thought she saw his eyes illuminated in the light of hyperspace. Anakinâs eyes. Lukeâs eyes.
Will there be any leftover sales? If so, when are those expected to be? Thank you!
Good Evening!
We do plan to host leftover sales, and we've planned to do so from the beginning. We' will open leftovers once everyone who preordered or served as a contributor has successfully received their packages.
We apologize that there is not an exact date yet, but we plan to post it soon!
Hello everyone, all physical orders of Star-Crossed have now shipped. Please check your emails for a shipping confirmation and tracking number. If you do not have a tracking email, please notify us immediately so that we may get that to you.
All digital bundles and copies of the zine will be sent out in two weeks on October 16, 2023.
Mod Goats has provided the above photographs as an update on package assembly. While some chipboard is still needed for shipping, that item is projected to arrive tomorrow. Therefore, some packages may be sent out as early as tomorrow evening.
Thank you again for your patience, as work continues on getting your packages out to you all!
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