Somewhere in Fandom, morning.

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In the empty space that had been Falcon's Landing until the Falcon had flown off for good was a bit of an oddity. A large intricately carved stone sarcophagus lay in the grass at a bit of a haphazard angle, one end sunk into the ground as if dropped by an impatient Wookie who hadn't been able to find the sarcophagus's owner. It had lain silent for the last three weeks, but now abruptly hissed as the lid slowly and dramatically opened. Eyes opened, flaring dramatically, and one could almost hear the low, ominous chords in the background as the inhabitant of the sarcophagus rose from his sleep, breathing the Fandom air, surveying - nothing.

"Well this isn't good."