Disclaimer: It's not mine it's George's.
Luke's POV leaving the Death Star in ROTJ. First fic ever please be nice but be real.
…and then it was gone, scattered into a billion pieces that would roam the galaxy until the end of time.
Beautiful hues of orange, purple, red and blue, spiraling around like fireworks.
And the irony—buried right in the name of it. The "Death Star." When he'd always thought of a star as something alive. Consisting only of gas, yet seeming so substantial from a distance. He'd watched the stars as a young man on Tatooine, imagined himself flying among them. He'd always wanted to touch a star, to have a physical representation that dreams come true. But his first encounter had been with a "Death Star." How was that even possible? His first trip to the stars was supposed to be his shot at LIVING. But the day he finally reached them, he was surrounded by death. The Jawas, his Uncle Owen, his Aunt Beru, the stormtrooopers, the garbage creature—and Ben. Ben, who had been the one to know his need to be among the stars. Who had shown him the star within himself. The star that had dimmed when he watched his mentor's demise, its iridescence remaining hidden from then on.
Until his father's redemption. His father—he had saved his father from the darkside! Of course he had. He had his star. The stars would always defeat the darkness—would always shine in the black depths of space.
The Death Star. They should have named it Death's Star, for it was a far more accurate moniker. A star is the life of life—death's star is, or was, the life of death. The hulking machine that destroyed an entire planet with one blast—certainly a feat a star wouldn't be capable of, unless controlled by death. So it must be Death's Star. Must have been Death's Star.
… and then it was gone, scattered into a billion pieces that would roam the galaxy until the end of time.
Well?