He thought of all the Jedi whose stories he'd read, their noble deeds and ends. Miru didn't need their inspiration — she'd learned nobility even under the Empire's boot. And she'd reminded him of the ideals he'd wanted to protect.
Sacrificing the vault would be a tragedy. Sacrificing the resistance — sacrificing tough and courageous men and women who struggled every day — didn't seem like a very Jedi thing to do.
Jedi died for people above things.
Antron was humming again as he scrubbed dust off a screen with his sleeve and saw that his ship had been powered on. Miru had taken the hint.
The generator room rumbled, metal supports shrieking like TIE fighters, as another bomb struck. He switched to scanners, watched them blink as the Imperial frigate came into orbit around his moon. He cracked his knuckles, tried not to think about the vault. He had a job to do. One way or another, Miru would get away clean.
And maybe if he was fortunate — if the Force was with him — the vault would survive after all. If the mesa collapsed under a barrage of plasma, some enterprising researcher might dig up the rubble in a century or two. And if Antron somehow survived the ordeal, well…
He laughed as he remembered one last story and one last lesson: Jedi might sacrifice themselves, but they never give up hope.
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