Title: To Venture Forth…
Characters: Luke Skywalker, some Gamorreans...
Timeframe: ROTJ
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Happily playing in the sandbox.
Notes: This was written for the Oldies Challenge where three words had to be used. Mine were Sinister, Dank, and Myth.
There was a myth about sinister places that he couldn't remember as he approached the building carefully. In this myth, there was a hero who wanted only one thing: peace and quiet. The hero got neither one and inherited a life of action and noise instead.
At the door, he took a deep breath and then knocked. Speaking with the answering system, he gained entry into the dank interior. All he wanted was something simple: get in, find them, get out again. Was anything ever that simple? The eddies from the Force were telling him different. It wasn't going to be.
The myth was becoming his life, Luke reflected as he encountered the second line of defense: Gamorreans. They were easy to distract and deflect, and he ventured further and deeper into the building. He could feel them, here, in this place. Feel them better, the deeper he went.
A figure in dark clothing approached him, intending to escort him out. The Twilek male was easy to sway, and so they went together all the way to the throne room.
He hated what he'd been forced to do, that that which had proclaimed itself family had made him do something so sinister as forcibly change another person's thought patterns. He hated it, but knew there'd been no other way to gain access.
Luke didn't remember how the myth had ended. Maybe it didn't matter…
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