Recovering from Bespin, a feverish Luke Skywalker lets slip his parentage, but what will the Alliance do with the son of Darth Vader? Their mistake proves monumental and delivers Luke into the hands of his worst nightmare. Destiny goes into an about turn where there's only one person who can save Luke from the darkside - his father. Recovering from Bespin, a feverish Luke Skywalker lets slip his parentage, but what will the Alliance do with the son of Darth Vader? Their mistake proves monumental and delivers Luke into the hands of his worst nightmare. Destiny goes into an about turn where there's only one person who can save Luke from the darkside - his father.
E p i l o g u e
12 months later…
Luke let out a loud
whoop as the speeder gunned past his opponents, the tang of fuel and sweat
hitting the back of his throat and lifting his cry higher, louder. " 'Greatest
starpilot in the galaxy'?" he yelled into the comlink attacked to his collar.
Sand and grit came up from under the engines, drying his lips, "You having an
off day or just getting old?"
The look of indignant rage on Anakin Skywalker's face when Luke whipped his
head around to see him was enough to make him start laughing again. Anakin, a
shock of blonde regrowth on his head and a scowl worthy of a hutt, yelled right
back at his son, "I thought I'd go easy on you, take pity on those less gifted
than I, but now…"
Luke felt the tug in the Force before the accelerator cut off and Anakin's
speeder shot past his, followed by Luke's shout of cheat! as he tore up the Tatooine wastes.
Up there, somewhere on the ridge, Acting Chancellor Leia Organa Solo was
watching with a wide smile on her face. She was thinking, remembering, lapping
up the last minutes of a sorely needed vacation from holding together the
remnants of Alliance and Empire under the name of The Republic. Not the Old
Republic, or even the New Republic. Just the
Republic; hoping the Empire would one day just be a momentary blight in the
Republic's long history. The merge hadn't proven easy, but she'd never thought
it would.
She was thinking whilst she watched the race ripping up the sands below her,
admitting that sometimes, just sometimes, she wished her father had stayed in a
place of command after Palpatine's death. Maybe even holding the Empire
together under the guise of Darth Vader. That wish, she knew, was just a
manifestation of how weary she sometimes felt. But Anakin Skywalker was always
there, always offering help, advice and support after the mysterious 'death' of
Darth Vader and his 'rescue' from an 'Imperial prison' by his Jedi son. She
smiled at the story they had given. Not quite the truth, not quite a lie. Most
eagerly took up that particular 'fairytale' when they heard it and few knew the
extra details that were required to get the full picture.
She lifted her head to the sky and Tatoo 1 and 2 screaming over the horizon, to
the sound of repulsors hammering the ground as a group of ten x-wings and a
very familiar, very sorely missed Corellian freighter eclipsed the light. For a
minute she mulled over mixed feelings of happiness at seeing Han return from a
'special' mission for her, and resignation at having to leave Tatooine behind
to go back to Coruscant.
The shadows of the ships waved and rippled as they shot over her head, drawing
strands of hair towards the sky.
Another loud cry drifted upwards with the heat waves, Luke's laughter at
drawing level with his father again. He was the slighter of the two, but he
lost no control over the heavy speeder for it. Especially, she noted, now he
had completed his Jedi training with his father. Their father had insisted Luke
take the title of Jedi Knight after his defeat of Palpatine, but Luke had been
unsure and, they both agreed, his training had neglected some of the less
combat-orientated aspects of being a Jedi. And… when they had travelled to
Dagobah to consult Master Yoda they had found only the ghost of the Jedi
Master, who had given his blessing to their father continuing the
training.
Nobody had been surprised when they had both chosen Tatooine for recuperation
and, eventually, that training.
Leia had been here when Anakin had declared unilaterally that Luke was fully
trained, adding with a proud grin that he didn't think his ego could take
training the boy anymore, as it frequently left him nursing a bruised backside
from being knocked to the ground whilst duelling. Luke had give a sunny smile and
shrugged, backed by a dusky sunset.
A fairytale ending indeed…
Well, not yet, but soon…
They crossed the finish line – an outcropping of rock that had eroded in the
middle to make twin pinnacles – together in a dead heat and Leia started down
the crumbling path after them even as Luke's shout of surprise reached her as
the x-wings made another pass and settled to the ground.
"Father?" Luke narrowed his eyes but the taller Skywalker shrugged.
"Nothing to do with me."
The ships settled with a final cough of hot dust into the atmosphere and Luke
peeled the goggles off his face and scrubbed at the grime collected on his face
from the ride with an equally dirty sleeve. He jumped from the speeder saddle
and ran for the ships as the nearest cockpit cracked open and a figure jumped
to the ground and tore the helmet off.
"Wedge!" Luke threw himself into the welcome like a bug hitting the screen of a
podracer going through Beggars Canyon. Both men nearly barrelled to the floor
with the enthusiastic greeting before a second figure joined them, Luke
greeting Han with a smile as wide as the Dune Sea.
"Luke, it's been… ages…" Wedge
grinned and shook a mop of brown hair free of desert dust.
"Longer than that," Luke agreed. Anakin walked up behind them, arms folded over
his chest, a quiet grin on his face. He watched on whilst they greeted the
others, some his son appeared to know, others he didn't but greeted with
enthusiasm. Leia appeared at his side and winked. He raised a querying eyebrow.
"Just watch," she whispered.
"What are you guys doing out here in the backend of nowhere anyway?" Luke
finally asked.
Wedge slapped him on the back, Han laughed. "Well we didn't come out here for
the nightlife, kid," Han grinned.
Luke managed to both laugh and look confused. "What then?"
"Wait here." Wedge winked and leapt up to the cockpit of his x-wing, he rooted
around inside whilst Luke raked sandy fingers through his hair. He dropped back
down and threw a dusty, long unused helmet into his hands. He recognised it
immediately, of course. After all, a pilot's helmet is the only thing standing
between them and repeated concussion.
Luke looked up, wide-eyed. "Wedge…?"
Han stepped forward and slapped him on the back as Leia spoke from behind them
all, trying to speak with an official voice around her own smile, "Commander
Skywalker? On behalf of the Republic Navy, I'd like to reinstate your rank. The
Republic is in need of good pilots."
That was certainly true, Anakin thought. Despite their best efforts and the use
of Darth Vader's connections and Imperial secrets, many corrupt members of the
old Empire had decided war was preferable to peace. Especially those who had
been near the top of the command ladder.
"And if you've stopped convalescing in the desert, Rogue Squadron wouldn't mind
having its commander back." Wedge grinned. Luke just looked down abashed at the
helmet in his hands.
"I… Wedge, are you sure? I know you were given command when…"
"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't, Luke. We've lost a lot of pilots, but we've
gained some new aces too. And... I try, but there's no one like Luke Skywalker
for getting his squadron into unhealthy raucous good fun."
Luke grinned, then tried to school his face into something more Jedi-like.
Anakin almost felt his emotions cool palpably. "I'm supposed to be a Jedi now."
Luke coughed. "I don't think…"
A heavy hand settled on his shoulder, warmth and encouragement spreading
between Luke and Anakin. "The old Order might have objected, Luke, but the old
Order is gone. If we're going to rebuild the Jedi, maybe following their rules
to the letter isn't such a good idea. I don't see how it would do any harm and
I for one am not ready to start training any new students yet. Finishing off
your training was one thing… starting with a whole bunch of new students,
that's something else. In time, yes definitely, but for now…" He didn't say it,
but Anakin knew Luke would always be happiest in the cockpit. He was a Jedi in
his head and a pilot in his heart. Just like his father.
Luke nodded, closed his eyes and smiled. "All right, I accept but…"
Wedge narrowed his eyes, the same expression he got whenever Luke was about to
give out a really stupidly brave mission plan. It brought back good memories.
"But?"
"You've only got ten ships here. With me that makes eleven…" He looked
questionably at his friend.
Wedge nodded. "Right, we need another member."
Luke grinned, again, and waved his hand theatrically. "Well, I think I've found
him. Father?"
It managed to take Anakin by surprise, and it also managed to get him mimicking
his son's wide smile. "Luke, they might not want me…"
Wedge slapped him on the arm, a friendly gesture he hadn't known in… years. It
shook him more than he expected. "Want you? If you've even half the skill Luke used to boast about, you're welcome in this
squadron."
How to tell them… How to tell Wedge Antilles he just offered to fly on the same
side as Darth Vader? And then… looking into the other man's eyes, he realised
he didn't have to. Wedge knew, and had accepted, whether from cajoling from
Solo or respect for his son, Anakin didn't know but suddenly, the future was
bright.
"Thank you," he almost whispered. "I'd be honoured."
Solo was embracing his wife with a fierce, possessive hug, his chin resting on
the top of her head, "Well, now that's sorted, anybody fancy trying Mos Eisley
for a celebratory drink?"
"I thought you weren't here for the nightlife, Han." Luke's eyes were laughing.
Han snorted, "Got me there, kid. But the liquor stalls are okay, and I need a
stiff drink before we go ferret out Isard." Leia was rolling her eyes, the hot
sunshine making her sleepy. Or maybe it was just being this close to Han that
made everything seem... contented.
Anakin listened to the idle conversation, the good-natured banter of old
friends. He followed when the suns began to set and everyone, Rogue Squadron,
General Solo and Chancellor Organa Solo, headed for the Falcon. His lips pursed in curiosity, and then his eyes widened in
recognition as he spotted one member of the Rogues lingering back and watching
the suns sink. Red-gold wisps of hair stuck out from a tight plait.
He nearly approached her, nearly demanded what Mara Jade thought she was doing
in Rogue Squadron. And then… sitting with
Luke under the green glow of a nightlight, his eyes half-glazed as he recounts
those months with Palpatine. Talking about his first conscious moment, when
Mara Jade was in the room, saying, "It's strange. She brought me there, but
Palpatine got rid of her quickly. Too quickly, maybe. I don't know why, but she
was the only one that ever seemed like she might give a damn about what was
happening…and I can't seem to hate her for it."
Mara turned to him. She might have seen the recognition there, but she just
winked and turned to follow the rapidly disappearing group into the freighter.
Well, he supposed, everyone deserves a change to turn their life about.
He picked up pace, crossing a short distance of desert cooling in the welcome
arms of a Tatooine night to stand next to his son. And he would have sworn that
standing up on the ridge above them, backed by the sunken twin suns of his home
world, the eerily blue-washed figures of Masters Jinn, Kenobi and Yoda were
smiling. And nodding approvingly.
* * * *
Fin.
Acknowledgements and Thanks.
I can't believe I managed to finish this, but now I have there's some people I
need to wholeheartedly thank.
Achika Thanks
for being supportive, ever-enthusiastic and greeting every chapter with a grin.
She's the one that wanted all that darkness, folks.
Brigantia Always
supportive, always full of colourful ways of stroking my ego. Cheers babe.
Cathy/Rabbit Better than
sugar.
Redone for the fab beta and
support
and Starr For
writing better than I do.