Author: Durhelediel
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All recognizable Star Wars characters belong to the man himself, George Lucas. I just take them out to dabble with them at times.
Summary: When Luke keeps having troubling visions, he decides to investigate the source…and falls headlong into a trap. Leia receives word, too late, of Luke's impending danger and rushes to save him…with the help of a few old friends.
Timeline: Just after Luke starts the Jedi Academy
Chapter One
She was standing on the lip of a cliff, the harsh winds blowing her dark brown hair across her face. She was breathing hard, panting from the effort of her run. Frantically, she peered down the cliff to the jagged rocks below. She could almost hear the boulders calling her name, or was that her pursuers?
"Namina…Namina…"
By the sound of her name, they were too close and she now had no other way to go…but down. She took a deep breath, raised her right foot, and prepared to jump.
Jedi Master Luke Skywalker woke with a soft gasp, jerking upright in his bed. This dream was more urgent than the others, filled with a great intensity. The woman he had been seeing in his dreams for more than a standard month finally had a name…and a clear course of death.
Luke threw his blankets off and left his small quarters in Yavin 4's largest temple to climb the long set of stairs to the top of the Temple. There was a soft wind under the brilliant night sky and he welcomed the feel of the cool breeze against his hot skin. Gazing at the large planet of Yavin hanging in space above him, Luke folded his arms across his chest and sighed.
Were his dreams a message, or actual visions? If they were visions, as he suspected they were, had the woman Namina already killed herself to escape her attackers? Why was he linked to her? Had he met her somewhere in passing that allowed her to invade his slumber? Or was the Force leading him to save her, as it had with Leia and Han on Bespin five years ago?
"Master Skywalker? Am I disturbing you?"
Luke turned at the soft inquiry to see his newest Jedi initiate arrival, Cilghal, approach him. The Mon Calamarian handed him a thick blanket that he recognized as his own.
"I could not sleep with the strange noises of this planet and had passed your quarters to find them empty. The other humans have remarked on how cool this planet can be at night so I thought you might appreciate some cover," Cilghal explained.
Luke smiled at her thoughtfulness and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. "Thank you, Cilghal. And, no, you are not disturbing me. I had a…vision that interrupted my sleep."
The female nodded her head and blinked one of her eyes. "The others have also noticed your frequent visions at night. Streen in particular." At Luke's raised eyebrow, she added, "As our Jedi Master, you are talked of much and copied often, with little success at times. We all know that with your level of skill these things will be common."
Luke shook his head and sat on the beveled edge of the Temple roof. "No, these things are not common, Cilghal, at least, not in this way. The Force guides you and it is hardly ever disturbing. This…this is something I have felt only once before, though that involved my twin sister. I do not know what connection I could have with this woman I am seeing."
Cilghal was silent for a moment. Then, "Perhaps you should find the answers that you do not know. Even if it means leaving us for a short time."
He looked at the stars again. For over the past year he had been locating and bringing back to Yavin 4 Force-sensitives in order to train them, to help them learn to control that which they had not even known they had. Could he leave them now, as their training was beginning to progress at a faster rate?
"This is a decision we all must make," he finally told her. "Help me wake the others and join me in the War Room."
