The Sacrifice of Abraham painting

Smoke was everywhere, substantial rumblings came from all directions at once,people were running and shouting. Electrical fires, steam explosions, cabindepressurizations, disruption of chain-of-command. Added to this, the continuedbombardments by Rebel cruisers—smelling fear in the enemy—merely heightenedthe sense of hysteria that was already pervasive. For the Emperor was dead. The central, powerful evil that had been thecohesive force to the Empire was gone; and when the dark side was this diffused, thisnondirected—this was simply where it led. Confusion. Desperation. Damp fear. In the midst of this uproar, Luke had made it, somehow, to the main dockingbay—where he was trying to carry the hulking deadweight of his father's weakeningbody toward an Imperial shuttle. Halfway there, his strength finally gave out,though; and he collapsed under the strain.