In a galaxy far, far away the battle of Crait was well under away. Many murders had been committed by both the Resistance and the First Order. At the current moment a cannon of an At-At had just been blown up, causing an incredibly bright light from the fire. The resistance were just hanging in there, with 60 men compared to the First orders 10,000, they were the underdogs. This should be the end, right? 

"Go go go,destroy that cannon!" were the orders of captain dameron . Those remaining of the resistance decided to attack a cannon that would crack their door open like one who opens an egg. It was old ships used by the rebellion against the infamous tie fighters. The ties took most of the ships out magnificently quickly while inside the resistances temporary base fears were started to be answered. No one had replied to the distress signal that was sent out and the cannon had ripped through the door,causing panic. The resistance had hope, but they would need a miracle right here, right now. And some how that miracle came, through the hero of the rebellion and the son of an old Sith Lord,Luke Skywalker. The sixty-three year old walked in like a king, with shaggy robes and a white beard. He was ready for battle, and so was Ren...