Title: Diary Entry #10191
-A Challenge Fic
Author: Liz Skywalker
Author E-mail: lizskywalker@hotmail.com
Challenge Elements:
-A rainstorm
-A pit droid
-purple cloth of any sort
-five coins
-MAX 1,000 words
Word Count: 971
Summery: A very AU Luke's diary.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I don't make any money off of it.
Vader won in the end. I know that's not entirely accurate as there was no
true winning and losing between my father and I, but it was his ideals that won
over mine. It was I who gave in. Not that I regret it or anything. No, not at
all. Those ideals weren't even mine in the first place. But I tried and
succeeded so well that I thought I believed in the Jedi. It had almost reached
the point where I believed the lie.
"Turning" set me free. Free to do what I wished, to be what I wished. The
Jedi imposed too many needless restrictions. The Sith have no such scruples. If
you want to do it, do it, as long as it doesn't bring harm to your master. Not
that I ever would. Not that I ever could. When your master is also your father,
you find that it can be very hard to go against his wishes. And I actually like
that restriction for once in my life. Living without restrictions is like
royalty without purple. It may seem right at first glance, but when you dig
deeper, you realize that there's something inherently wrong with the scenario.
And whoever heard of a mythological royal not wearing the royal color? It's like
stories of Sith who do not wear black. And Jedi that don't wear earth-tones.
I still find it strange that my father had me raised as a Jedi. Did he
think it would delay my destiny? Did he think it would "save" me from his
Darkness? Tell me something, would you strive to be Light while knowing that
your father was pure Dark? But I tried. Oh, yes, I tried. I ran away, joined the
Rebellion. Threw away my birthright by trying to become what I thought my father
wanted me to become. Foolish. I entered the Rebellion with five credits in my
pocket and a smile on my face and they never suspected. They even let me keep
the five coins and didn't care that I used them to call Tatooine. Not like I was
a spy or anything. At least, I don't think I was. Even now I don't know.
Certainly Vader could have entered my mind any time he wished and picked my
brain.
Oh, wait, I forgot to tell you who I am. Never mind, you wouldn't be
reading this if you didn't know that I was Luke Skywalker. After all, this is my
diary you're reading. I'm assuming that if you're reading this, you've stolen it
from me. Naughty, naughty.
Not like I should talk. But where was I? Ah, yes, why and when I "turned".
It was on the jungle planet Lotestin. Never heard of it? I'm not
surprised. It's small, out of the way. We were using it as our base for a few
weeks while the rest of the Fleet regrouped. It never stopped raining on
Lotestin, which was great cover for us; stormies always hated rainstorms.
Something about rain rusting their armor. We Rebs didn't have armor, thus, we
didn't have to worry about the precipitation. Sith, I was just glad there was
rain. It's still something of a miracle to me since I call the capital world my
home. But I digress. As usual.
It was raining the day Vader came. I was on a spy mission by the Imp
barracks at the time and I was the first to see the Shuttle land. It was
obviously the Imperial Shuttle but Plemi, the girl with whom I was partnered,
didn't recognize it. She made us go closed so she could get positive
identification. Sith, we got close enough to read the serial numbers on the pit
droids working on the Shuttle before Plemi was satisfied. Of course, we were
captured on our way back to base. Of course.
Of course, Vader planned it that way. He's quite manipulative. I remember,
my fifth birthday...funny, but it doesn't seem so manipulative now that I think
about it. But, sithspit, I *liked* that stuffed nerf. He had no right...
Yeah, right, Lotestin. Not my fifth birthday. Manipulative fiend. Did you
know that Vader's son once had a nerf named Tatty? Vader made me use it for
blaster practice. Couldn't even dignify Tatty with death by lightsaber. No, it
had to be by *blaster*. Fiend. No one knew I was the Emperor's son at the time;
it wouldn't have hurt anyone if I had a nerf. Just because he replaced it later
with a Raeker...
Stop laughing at me! The Raeker was *purple*, for Force's sake. Purple!
Tatty had been a reasonable red, but purple? It clashes with everything. Which
was probably Vader's idea. Oh, well.
Yes! Yes, I turned on Lotestin! No, it wasn't that hard for Vader to turn
me! Happy? Sith's sake, diary thieves these days, no integrity whatsoever.
Whatsoever. It makes me wonder why I even bother. I'm going to get back at you
for this. Just you watch. I'll erase this entry once I finish writing it.
That'll show you.
I'm too smart for my own good. If I delete this, then you can't read it.
If you can't read it, then there was no purpose for me to delete this. Did Vader
put you up to this? Sith hells, I love my father, but he can drive me insane.
So, where was I? Vader won, the Jedi ideals that he had me be brought up
with so he could make me turn later in life lost out, and that wasn't much of a
sentence, was it? But I'm the sithin' Galactic Prince and if you have a problem
with that, I suggest you take it up with me in person.
And that's my final word on the matter. I suggest you leave. Now.
Finis.
-A Challenge Fic
Author: Liz Skywalker
Author E-mail: lizskywalker@hotmail.com
Challenge Elements:
-A rainstorm
-A pit droid
-purple cloth of any sort
-five coins
-MAX 1,000 words
Word Count: 971
Summery: A very AU Luke's diary.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I don't make any money off of it.
Vader won in the end. I know that's not entirely accurate as there was no
true winning and losing between my father and I, but it was his ideals that won
over mine. It was I who gave in. Not that I regret it or anything. No, not at
all. Those ideals weren't even mine in the first place. But I tried and
succeeded so well that I thought I believed in the Jedi. It had almost reached
the point where I believed the lie.
"Turning" set me free. Free to do what I wished, to be what I wished. The
Jedi imposed too many needless restrictions. The Sith have no such scruples. If
you want to do it, do it, as long as it doesn't bring harm to your master. Not
that I ever would. Not that I ever could. When your master is also your father,
you find that it can be very hard to go against his wishes. And I actually like
that restriction for once in my life. Living without restrictions is like
royalty without purple. It may seem right at first glance, but when you dig
deeper, you realize that there's something inherently wrong with the scenario.
And whoever heard of a mythological royal not wearing the royal color? It's like
stories of Sith who do not wear black. And Jedi that don't wear earth-tones.
I still find it strange that my father had me raised as a Jedi. Did he
think it would delay my destiny? Did he think it would "save" me from his
Darkness? Tell me something, would you strive to be Light while knowing that
your father was pure Dark? But I tried. Oh, yes, I tried. I ran away, joined the
Rebellion. Threw away my birthright by trying to become what I thought my father
wanted me to become. Foolish. I entered the Rebellion with five credits in my
pocket and a smile on my face and they never suspected. They even let me keep
the five coins and didn't care that I used them to call Tatooine. Not like I was
a spy or anything. At least, I don't think I was. Even now I don't know.
Certainly Vader could have entered my mind any time he wished and picked my
brain.
Oh, wait, I forgot to tell you who I am. Never mind, you wouldn't be
reading this if you didn't know that I was Luke Skywalker. After all, this is my
diary you're reading. I'm assuming that if you're reading this, you've stolen it
from me. Naughty, naughty.
Not like I should talk. But where was I? Ah, yes, why and when I "turned".
It was on the jungle planet Lotestin. Never heard of it? I'm not
surprised. It's small, out of the way. We were using it as our base for a few
weeks while the rest of the Fleet regrouped. It never stopped raining on
Lotestin, which was great cover for us; stormies always hated rainstorms.
Something about rain rusting their armor. We Rebs didn't have armor, thus, we
didn't have to worry about the precipitation. Sith, I was just glad there was
rain. It's still something of a miracle to me since I call the capital world my
home. But I digress. As usual.
It was raining the day Vader came. I was on a spy mission by the Imp
barracks at the time and I was the first to see the Shuttle land. It was
obviously the Imperial Shuttle but Plemi, the girl with whom I was partnered,
didn't recognize it. She made us go closed so she could get positive
identification. Sith, we got close enough to read the serial numbers on the pit
droids working on the Shuttle before Plemi was satisfied. Of course, we were
captured on our way back to base. Of course.
Of course, Vader planned it that way. He's quite manipulative. I remember,
my fifth birthday...funny, but it doesn't seem so manipulative now that I think
about it. But, sithspit, I *liked* that stuffed nerf. He had no right...
Yeah, right, Lotestin. Not my fifth birthday. Manipulative fiend. Did you
know that Vader's son once had a nerf named Tatty? Vader made me use it for
blaster practice. Couldn't even dignify Tatty with death by lightsaber. No, it
had to be by *blaster*. Fiend. No one knew I was the Emperor's son at the time;
it wouldn't have hurt anyone if I had a nerf. Just because he replaced it later
with a Raeker...
Stop laughing at me! The Raeker was *purple*, for Force's sake. Purple!
Tatty had been a reasonable red, but purple? It clashes with everything. Which
was probably Vader's idea. Oh, well.
Yes! Yes, I turned on Lotestin! No, it wasn't that hard for Vader to turn
me! Happy? Sith's sake, diary thieves these days, no integrity whatsoever.
Whatsoever. It makes me wonder why I even bother. I'm going to get back at you
for this. Just you watch. I'll erase this entry once I finish writing it.
That'll show you.
I'm too smart for my own good. If I delete this, then you can't read it.
If you can't read it, then there was no purpose for me to delete this. Did Vader
put you up to this? Sith hells, I love my father, but he can drive me insane.
So, where was I? Vader won, the Jedi ideals that he had me be brought up
with so he could make me turn later in life lost out, and that wasn't much of a
sentence, was it? But I'm the sithin' Galactic Prince and if you have a problem
with that, I suggest you take it up with me in person.
And that's my final word on the matter. I suggest you leave. Now.
Finis.