Okay, so I've been writing a lot of time-fics, which are set in the eighteen hundreds. And although I like that timeframe, I can't seem to get this concept out of my mind. Therefore, I have written it down, and hope to update it more than I do my other stories. So, here it is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, I do own Tyrn and its inhabitants. I'm working off the films, so if I get a fact or two wrong, I'm sorry.
The Empire has been overthrown. Darth Sidious, Emperor of that tyrannical domination, is dead. Darth Vader, his enforcer, died in an effort to save the one person who was the last hope for the universe. His son. Luke Skywalker.
After the redemption of Anakin Skywalker, the galaxy was fighting once more. This time for a New Republic, one which would replace the empire which had destroyed the old one. However, there were still those little outposts in the galaxy which were living under the old laws. By the Empire. So, in an effort to help create the New Republic, the Alliance fought those little strongholds. A long hard battle. But there was complete freedom on the horizon. Freedom which no man living then had experienced.
Now, what was that phrase used? Oh, yes. Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away. . .
The Millennium Falcon twisted and turned to avoid several blasts from the fighters behind it.
"Luke, we need some assistance!" Han Solo yelled through the communicator to his brother-in-law.
"Yes, I know. Give me one minute Han" Luke Skywalker's garbled voice replied.
"I don't know if we have a minute" Han said, twisting to the right. "Chewie, can you shoot them off our tail?" the wookie replied, "Well, don't wait too long. I don't particularly enjoy the thought of being blown to tiny bits" Han stated dryly.
"Stop worrying Han," his wife, Leia, replied, "You're not making the situation any better."
"Would you like to fly this thing?" Han retorted, she sighed but did not reply. "I didn't think so"
"Han? Whats your situation?" Luke's voice asked.
"Chewie?" Han asked, Chewie growled a response. "Well –" Han began, but was cut off when a blast hit the side of the ship. "Not too well" he finished resignedly. Chewie gave a yell, then shot a few more times.
"I'm on my way" Luke replied.
"I told you not to worry" Leia said, watching as her brother's X-Wing fighter sped toward them, then pulled up to engage the TIE fighters. The fight lasted a few minutes before Luke was able to shoot one of them down.
"Han, I got one on my tail, he won't shake" Luke called through the communicator, flying past the Millennium Falcon's windows.
"I got you, just hold tight" Han replied, pushing the ship to trail the TIE fighter behind Luke.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm – holding – as – much – as I – can" Luke replied, his ship spiraling, so as to avoid any blasts.
Han fired at two of the fighters, hitting one. "Yahoo!" he whooped. But there were still two more fighters behind Luke.
"Thanks, Han. But I'm still outnumbered" Luke called out, pulling up, the fighters still on his tail.
"Don't worry Luke, we're coming" Lando Calrissian's voice came as three more X-Wing fighters came into play.
The TIE fighters did not stand a chance against such a force, and sped away, in different directions. "Lets get 'em Chewie" Han exclaimed, following one of the fighters. Chewie gave an exclaim.
"Did it ever occur to you that the other one would be behind you?" Leia asked her husband. Han looked at her, Chewie growled again.
"Luke, we need some help" Han said through the communicator, he had one fighter in front, and another behind. It was already beginning to open fire.
"I'm already on it" Luke replied, blowing the TIE fighter to smithereens. He flew above the Millennium Falcon, then turned around guns blazing. He shot the other TIE fighter out of the battle, leaving the others who had scattered to his comrades in their own fighters. He settled his ship to fly beside the Millennium Falcon.
"Thanks again, kid" Han said in relief.
"You're welcome. Oh, but Han, next time, look behind you before you make a maneuver like that" Luke replied.
"Sure, sure. Will do" Han replied, turning off the communicator. He looked next to him, Leia sat there with her arms crossed. She cleared her throat, "What?" Han asked.
"You're so full of yourself" Leia replied, flipping some switches, finding out their coordinates.
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"Han? Luke?" Lando's garbled voice called through the radio.
"What is it Lando?" Han asked.
"The rest of the TIE fighters have been taken care of. Thank you again, Luke for all of your help. We'll meet back at the Praetorian, I'm transmitting the coordinates to you now. See you soon" Lando said, disconnecting the line.
"Well, what do you think of that?" Han asked Leia, "Forget my help, just thank Luke"
Leia pursed her lips, "You got three fighters behind you in a minimum of ten minutes. Besides, Luke thanked you. Which is much more important than Lando" she said, standing and leaving the cockpit.
"Thats right" Han said smugly, turning to the information which Lando had transmitted. "Chewie, we're jumping to lightspeed" Han called, receiving a growl in reply.
"I'll meet you there" Luke said, disappearing from sight.
The Millennium Falcon sped up, disappearing into the darkness of space.
When they all arrived back on the Praetorian whoops and hollers could be heard as each of the men greeted each other. Luke jumped down, greeting a few of his comrades, happy that they had lived through it. He returned his gaze to his ship, watching as his droid, R2-D2, was lowered onto the ground.
"I was beginning to worry" he said, "That blast came pretty close to hitting you" R2 beeped and sighed, "Yes, I know," Luke said, "I'm glad we got back too"
"Luke" Leia called from a hundred feet away.
"Go get cleaned up, I'm sure C3PO will be around soon." Luke told R2, walking toward the debriefing room.
The small room filled quickly with the twenty-four fighter pilots, causing a hum of voices to fill the space. "Where's Clovis?" Luke asked a nearby pilot, Yeates was his name. The young man looked around, "I'm not sure" he said, just as Lando called order.
"Welcome back, safely" Lando began, "Well, that was an interesting fight. I have to say, Han, you seem to be TIE fighter bait. You attract the enemy like honey attracts bees" the men laughed.
"Yeah, yeah. Glad I could help you" Han replied.
Lando laughed, "I think I've learned a lesson today: whenever there are fighters around, where you don't know their positions, just throw Han in the mix and they'll come running" Han rolled his eyes, waving his hand. "Now that we've had that comical relief, at Hans expense, I shall give you a run down of those who we lost. Jared Clovis, I'm afraid, was lost in the fight. His ship was targeted by two TIE fighters, and shot down" all amusement was lost, as the men remembered the quiet man.
"We also lost another, Prentiss Llewellyn. A new recruit." Luke thought for a moment, the new recruit? Ah yes, he recalled the face. Dark features, and wide eyes. He couldn't have been more than seventeen. A shame. He had true potential, Luke had sensed the force in him. "However, Llewellyn, we did not lose to a fighter. He has simply disappeared." Lando continued.
Luke was puzzled, where could he have gone?
"Apparently, one of our technicians found a mass that was at the coordinates where he was last detected. It might be a planet, but we're not sure. We had no visual, it was coordinates only." he said.
"Is it possible that it is the fabled planet of Tyrn? It was once said to be somewhere at this location" a pilot supplied.
"Tyrn? I can't say that I've heard of that planet, Nordin." Lando was confused, as were half the men in the room.
"No, you wouldn't. My mother used to tell me stories of a planet on the outskirts of the galaxy, which offered sanction to any person who was trying to escape the Empire. It played a major part during the Clone Wars, and in the Old Republic was a place of commerce. Apparently, the force was very strong in it, many Jedi's came from Tyrn" Nordin explained.
"Why is it that we don't know of it today?" Luke asked from the back. Nordin turned.
"Because when the Republic fell, Tyrn became worried. They cloaked themselves through their knowledge of the force, and disappeared from the maps. But if you look in any history book that survived the wars, you'll find Tyrn. For those who knew where Tyrn was, they took refuge, and never were found again" the pilot said. "But, then again, it could just be a story" he said sheepishly.
"How do you know so much of Tyrn, your mother could not possibly know all of that" Luke said.
"No, she simply told me it existed. Llewellyn told me the rest. He was the one that told me that Tyrn had cloaked itself, and cut itself off from all matters outside of Tyrn." Nordin replied.
"Maybe he went home" Han said.
"Or maybe he crashed." another pilot supplied.
"Either way, we lost him. He was a good pilot, and will be missed. Let us continue on other matters …" Lando said, continuing with the briefing.
"We should find him" Luke declared later, Leia and Han stared at him, "We should find the planet, and try to find him. He is one of us, we can't leave him. What if he crashed?"
"Even then, we wouldn't know where Llewellyn is." Leia replied, "If he's on his home planet, what would it matter?" she asked.
"I don't know. But something is telling me that we should go. That I should go" Luke stated, pulling his jacket off to opt for a more comfortable outfit.
"You can't go alone. You don't even know if that planet is there" Leia reasoned, her arms crossed over the chest as she tried to take on the most reasonable of tones.
"Yeah, and what if something happens to you? What if you crash?" Han asked from behind her, Leia looked at him, "If the planet is there, there is an element of danger" he told her.
"It wouldn't matter, not if I was able to find Llewellyn. Like Lando said, he was a good pilot. We would need him, the sooner we get him back the better." Luke said.
"What if you don't find him?" Leia asked.
"Then I'll return" he replied, "Its that simple"
"He's right, Leia," Han began, "If he finds this Llewellyn kid, then all will be solved." he said, as if it were the simplest think in the galaxy.
"What if the planet's inhabitants are not friendly?" Leia inquired of her husband.
"Luke can win anyone to his side. Heck, he won Vader" Han replied.
Luke chuckled at the two of them. "Well, either way, I'm decided. I'm going to find out what happened"
Leia sighed, "Just … be careful. We don't want to go losing you on some harebrained mission"
"For once, I'm not the one with the supposed stupid ideas. Good job Luke" Han congratulated, patting him on the back.
"Don't worry, I'll come back." Luke replied.
"Do. And I'm allowed to worry" Leia countered, "Its a woman's job." she left the room.
"And don't I love it" Han said, following her.
Luke laughed. They had to be the worst couple in the universe. They were also the most amusing.
After a night of rest, Luke went down to Navigation.
"I need those coordinates where Llewellyn disappeared" he said.
"One moment please" the robot replied, retrieving the information. "The coordinates have been transmitted to your X-Wing fighter. Will that be all?" it asked.
"Yes, that will be all" Luke replied.
The hanger was empty, for most of the men still slept. Luke clambered up to the cockpit, climbing in.
"R2, did you get those coordinates?" he inquired.
R2 beeped, signaling that the coordinates had come in.
"Good, we're going to find Tyrn today." Luke said, R2 sighed, "Its not that bad, we're going to find him. And maybe something more. Either way, it will be interesting." he said, starting the fighter.
The engine revved, and soon Luke was speeding through space possibly toward the unknown. It never had a name before now . . . Tyrn.