This isn't exactly Tosche Station, huh?

Luke gasped aloud as he recognized the slender figure emerging from the front of the door.

"Stop it!" Rory snapped as she stalked towards Vader. "You don't get to touch him."

Vader moved closer, lightsaber still lit. "You don't get to stop me," he growled.

"You wouldn't hurt me," she said, eyes very wide as she looked up at him.

Vader paused for a split second. "You're wrong," he whispered, then lashed out with the weapon.

She didn't have a chance.

"NO!" Luke shouted as the vision finally ended.

He had to stop this. Now. He'd go up that cliff and wait for weeks if necessary. No one was going to die for him.