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I sat down on the wooden floor of the spaceship station. Soon enough, my father was to return from his trip to another planet with a name I could not pronounce. But until then, my siblings and I were in this strange little station, waiting for his arrival. I sighed impatiently and began drawing circles in the dirt that was peeking up through the cracked and crooked floorboards. This station is highly primitive, I thought gloomily. I shot a glance over to where my younger sister Natalie and twin brother Luke were playing. Luke was fourteen, as I was, and Natalie was only 13. Still, Luke did not seem like my twin. We didn't look anything alike, and he much preferred to hang out with Natalie. Shrugging, I began studying my surroundings.
The station was made entirely of wood, as opposed to the usual chrome and platinum of the modern-day stations I usually saw, as my family traveled a lot. It had some rafters above, and cracked wood below for a floor. There was the big runway in the middle, which was still wood but it looked like newer wood, and there were sides, which were raised and set rather like bleachers. These were for people to sit on waiting for arrivals of family and friends, or they could depart here. Right now, it was empty. I shifted uncomfortably. Luke and I were tall, so we often bumped our heads on the low ceiling that got even lower when you sat on the sides, as this was the typical arrangement for most stations. Natalie, on the other hand, was very short. She was about two heads shorter than my brother and I. Still, she was good with a Lightsaber. Really good with a Lightsaber.
You see, my father was a Jedi Knight. The force, according to certain old men we had often visited over the last four years, was strong with him. The wise old men also said that my siblings and I were still a bit too young to see if we had the force or not, but my father gave us all Lightsabers for our birthdays anyway. I kept mine with me always, in a secret pocket of the black skirt I always wore. However I didn't use it a lot unless I was chopping wood or vegetables or something, unlike my siblings, on the other hand. Natalie and Luke loved to swordfight with their sabers, as they were doing now. I looked over at them as they swung their glowing weapons at each other. They were wearing those weird, puffy protective suits that Father always told them to wear when play-fighting. Natalie's light blue saber swung so fast you could hardly see it. Her strategy was: Sneak up, then move so fast that the foe is down before he even knows what happened. Luke had a much different strategy: Defense. He slowly moves the saber around, blocking every move the foe makes, and then, when he sees an opening, he strikes, fast as lighting. I watched with mild amusement as Luke's dark blue Lightsaber clashed against Natalie's. This fight would end as all the rest of them did, but each and every time they played together it never failed to amuse me. For the first few minutes it was just them, standing in the runway, Natalie speeding through her steps and Luke blocking each swing. Then, in the middle section of this fight and every other one, a slight variation would occur. Then- the end, and the winner. And the outcome was always the same.
Right now we were somewhere in the variation stage of this Lightsaber fight. Luke had sped up a little bit, and Natalie was going faster than ever. Then, a note I'd never heard before was played in the song. "OUCH!!! OW!" Natalie was stumbling back, clutching her hand. Her Lightsaber lay on the ground, glowing and twitching. Luke had struck her on the wrist. Luke looked astonished at his good fortune- usually you never had time to strike if you were fighting Nats. Natalie looked up with mock fury. If it hadn't been for the suit, my sister would have been minus one hand. She smiled and muttered something, then grabbed her saber from the ground and spun around insanely, moving back up to Luke with every weirdo twirl. It looked really crazy, but my sister was really light and agile. I knew what was coming next- their battles never failed to end this way. Luke lost sight of Natalie's saber in her power dance, and he moved his weapon up to block a blow to his neck, also protected. But it always amazed me that Luke never seemed to learn my sister's style- she struck low. And not like my brother was stupid- he was just highly excitable. He didn't seem to notice small details. Natalie's saber appeared for one more second as she swung it back. Then she delivered a shattering blow to my brother's chest.
I gasped. I couldn't help it- I cared too much about my family. Luke was okay- he always was. Natalie always won their fights. I didn't fight much, but I was always there to watch them. I knew the results every time. Natalie was the winner. And she never failed to be proud of herself, like Luke and I. She lightly stepped on Luke, then after he was pleading with her to get off, she helped him up and they took off the suits. My brother, though slightly out of breath, was okay as usual, and a good sport. He laughed as Natalie shook his hand and they bowed to each other. It was their silly little ritual.
As they both smiled, I noticed not for the first time how much they looked like each other. Despite their height and age difference, their smiles and faces were the same. They looked and acted related, but I didn't seem to fit in with them. They both had light brown hair and fair skin, although Luke had bluish eyes and Nats had brown eyes. They were both so different from me, with my dark brown hair and even darker brown eyes. I usually dressed in black, but sometimes I liked bright, bright colors and weird patterns and designs. The rest of my family, which was my father, sister, and brother, often wore just whatever, mostly grey, and sometimes patriotic Rebel Fighter uniforms, like they were wearing now. Father was an important part of the Rebellion against the Empire. It was dangerous work, and Nats and Luke were ready for it when they came of age. But not me.
Once again, my father is a Jedi, and my siblings might be, but my father seemed to have no hope in finding the Force around me. I'm not sure why, but he just didn't. However, he was training Natalie and Luke to be Jedis. It was supposed to be a secret, but Nats told me, and made me swear not to tell anyone. And I guess that's what sets me apart from my siblings. Not that my father and I aren't very close, in fact Father loves all of us and does much for us, even in this time of peril. I stretched and yawned, bumping my head against the rafters. "Ow…"
Nats came up to me and smiled. "Hi." I said drowsily. "I'm soooo bored, how about you?" Nats laughed. Nats really likes to laugh. I looked down at Luke, who was still standing in the middle of the runway, swinging his Lightsaber around. He nicked a wood column with the end of it, and the whole building creaked hazardously. "Luke!" I yelled, angry. "Are you going to kill us all?" My brother looked up and smiled apologetically. I exhaled noisily. I was older than Luke by four minutes. Did that stop him from not listening to me? No. Nats shifted a little. She looked a little nervous. My little sister had a weak stomach. I hugged her as Luke accidentally hit another support. Now I was mad. I reached inside the secret pocket and withdrew a shiny metal tube, from which I produced my own lime green Lightsaber. I, being a good climber, put one hand on a creaky rafter, then flipped up onto it, hanging by my knees. Natalie looked at me worriedly. I smiled at her and began moving like a speeding sloth. Leg, arm, leg. Then, when I was above
Luke, I put my hand in my other pocket and drew out a tiny square piece of metal that looked almost new. In fact, it was four years old. I just almost never used it. Unfolding it gently, I pressed a button and it slid on over my clothes, fitting me perfectly. I switched the Lightsaber into my other hand and placed the free hand over my mouth. "Luke," I said in a muffled voice. He spun around, but didn't bother to look up. "You have a challenger." Nats giggled as Luke immediately switched into his protective suit, although he still couldn't see me. Then I waited until Luke finally looked up. And I dropped on him.
I swung my green Lightsaber at his puzzled face, but his blue one came up and slashed mine to the side. If he had missed, his face would still have been protected by the suit's invisible bubble helmet. I hated wearing mine because it made me look like a deranged astronaut. I continued to duel with Luke, finding that I rather enjoyed dueling. I didn't really have a strategy. Basically, I swung. I swung around, every which way. I aimed for his neck but his saber caught mine and lowered it. "I see you're finally fighting me, Sister," Luke smiled at me, panting. "If it stops you from destroying the ship station, of course I am…" I replied, then jerked my weapon upwards, sending Luke's flying. We both looked up in alarm at the flying Lightsaber. It would've hit the side of the narrow station and gone clear through the wall if the spaceship just then pulling in hadn't collided with it and turned it off. The silver ship zoomed in right in front of our noses, sending a blast of hot, smelly air into our faces. Luke ran to retrieve his saber, but I stood, glued to the spot.
The door of the large transport ship slid open, and there was some commotion as the little family droid XR-05 wheeled himself out of the ship. "XR!" I cried, having all but forgotten about the little robot. He was basically a cylinder on wheels with a lot of buttons. I picked up my favorite little scrap of metal as he whirred, if it was a happy whirr I couldn't tell. Then, the person I'd really been waiting for stepped out of the ship.
He was tall, with longish sandy hair, and blue eyes. He had a weird, calm expression on his pale face, and he surveyed the area a little bit before looking straight ahead and smiling at me. Of you saw us just then, you really wouldn't have guessed that we were related, but we were. Luke and Natalie came up behind me, and little Natalie called, "Father!" He hugged us all in turn, and I smiled, always in that constant awe and love I had for my father. My father, the Jedi Knight. My father Anakin Skywaker.