Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, but my OC is mine.
Title: Skywalker In Name
Timeframe: Long after LOTF
Characters: Gail (OC), Ben, mentions of others, mystery mother
Summary: Down to Ben, the Skywalkers had always been a powerful bunch, but Ben's son is a very special case.
Notes: If you want to see this updated, say so. I'm trying to write from the perspective of a 13-year-old kid and this kid's not a whole lot like me, so if I screw anything up, please point it out.
Hi, I'm Gail, Jedi student, shorty, the kid that gets pushed around until either an apprentice or a Master comes in and saves my skin. I don't get it. My dad's tall and powerful, but me? I'm about as tall as my great-aunt Leia, no offense, since I like her quite a bit, but it's hard being a short guy. I mean, I can't reach stuff and get the stools Force-shoved from beneath my feet when I step on 'em. I wonder if I got that from my mom.
My dad says that the Force is my mother, but I don't believe that one bit. He just doesn't want to talk. I mean, how could the Force be my mom when I can't use the Force to grab any kriffing thing? Oh yeah, I'm here, in my quarters talking pointlessly to this logger droid 'cuz the Masters grounded me for saying that word. I hear Dad and Great-Uncle Han say it all the time.
Well, whatever. I'm supposed to stay here as much as I can since I kinda broke my finger playing that stupid ball game. Why can't I play with the apprentices? They're much nicer about the fact that I can't lift a rock to save my life? I tried using 'I'm a Skywalker' as an excuse, but no, I'm still just a kid as long as I'm not taken. These Masters expect me to do great stuff and add to that stupid, stanging Skywalker legacy and won't let me practice with the apprentices?
Damn. It's getting late. I'd better start doing my homework before the Masters get me for something else. I don't really fear my Masters that much. It's really my dad. You see, he was once a Sith and it sucks for anybody who pisses him off. I swear to the Force, he must've gotten a degree in yelling while he was with his Master.
All I did was ask about my mom… and pull a few jokes… and screw up my history grade, though I did feel bad about the last one since Tionne's a really nice Master. I bet my mom wouldn't have been so mad if she were here, whoever she is.
Maybe she's the Knight that's coming over to visit tomorrow. Mom could be any woman in the galaxy for all I know because this is the most that Dad ever told me: iThe Force gave you to me as a gift, as a sign that I was finally forgiven after fifteen years of cleansing myself of the Sith ways./i Whatever. This Knight might take me as her apprentice, if anybody would ever take a wee little kid who looks like he's nine and can't lift a single blasted thing without his hands. Then again, Dad was younger than that when his Master took him.
He tried to sound as if he hated his life, but I can tell that he's had a much cooler life than mine. I mean, he was scaling towers and using lightsabers by the time he was my age. Me? I've not even been allowed to build mine yet.
Why am I rambling? You're not going to understand me; nobody ever does. Nobody knows what it's like to be short and not have telekinesis, right? Anyhow, I know you're just a recorder, but I think I'll name you Logger.
