Flying Silent In Between
By Bluestar
Disclaimer: Belong to me, Star Wars does not. Futile it would be to sue me, for little money I have.
Author's Notes: I know nothing about the books of Star Wars, so I'm probably taking huge liberties with the established plotlines therein. I'm just going by the movies. This is basically a conversation that would probably never take place, but the idea came to me one day and my evil muse Sitnalta forced me to write it.
Oh and Altariel, since you've been bugging me to write something you can understand: here ya go. :)
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"Don't you see?" asked the Jedi Knight. "You could never have been the one to bring balance to the Force."
"Because I joined up late?" Luke asked mildly.
"No. Because you were on the side of Light."
Luke blinked. The Jedi wasn't making sense. "Then Vader . . ."
"Was on the side of Dark," interrupted his visitor. "Neither of you were the prophesied one. You were both taking sides - sides that, in the end, didn't matter."
"Didn't matter? I lost a lot of my friends fighting against the Emperor."
"Didn't matter. What none of you - even the Emperor - didn't understand was that the light side of the Force and the dark side of the Force are the same thing. Two sides of the same coin. Once you had chosen your path, you lost sight of the face that there was no path. You saw something that didn't exist."
"Surely Yoda understood. He was a great Jedi master."
"I think he did - but he still chose his path. Yoda understood how to use the Force and what the Force was, but he did not understand the Force itself. He drew great power from the light side of the Force - and this is the same thing that limited him." The Jedi waved aside Luke's protest. "Our choices limit us as much as they free us. You chose to believe that there was a good side and an evil side to the Force. You believed good must triumph over evil, and you were the instrument of good. Therefore, you won."
Luke gazed thoughtfully at the powerful Jedi in front of him. "How do you know all this?"
"My father taught me well. He taught me that sometimes the best choice - is not to choose at all. Once I saw that there was no light or dark side to the Force, I came to understand the Force. I saw I could draw power from both sides - because there was no side to choose."
"I never taught you that," Luke objected.
"Yes, you did, Father. You taught me when you told me those stories of how you fought your own father because you were on opposite sides - enemies simply for what you chose to believe about the Force." James Skywalker drew his Jedi cloak around him. "It's getting cold out here. Perhaps we should go inside."
"Perhaps we should," Luke agreed. As his son helped him up, he turned to gaze for a moment at the stars. He knew the galaxy would be in good hands for another generation.
"Master Luke, I was getting worried. It's getting cold out there," said the gold-coloured droid who did most of the housework. By his side, an old blue and white R2 unit chittered and beeped. By now, Luke could practically understand even without Threepio's translations.
"I know, Artoo," Luke said to the little droid. "Jamie stopped by. I guess I lost track of time."
"Master James was here?" The human-shaped droid gave a quiet hmph. "He could at least have stopped in to say hello."
Luke turned around in the doorway to see a blaze of red light shoot across the sky. "He's turning out to be a good X-wing pilot," he observed. "Might even be better than me, in due time."
"Master Luke, would you please come in and shut the door? My joints are freezing up."
Luke laughed at Threepio's familiar complaint, and shut the door.