Title: Another One (Chapters 1-6)
Author: Kira Reen
Author email: kira_reen@hotmail.com
Setting: Post-Rotj
Category: AU
Keywords: Luke, Skywalker, jedi, torture
Spoilers: ROTJ..juz alittle
Rating: PG(i think)
Summary: The story starts of with Luke reminscing about the past and wishing things could be the same as they were before Endor. Soon however tragic events happen and Luke uncovers just a little more about his parentage.
Status: I am still writing chapter 6 and there will definitely be more chapters...
Disclaimer: This is Lucas' sandbox not mine and i am NOT making money cuz of it!
Author's Note: Be kind and not too critical cuz this is my 1st attempt at writing fanfic and the last part of chap 6 was slightly rushed. Plz dont send me any flames!(praise is welcomed though) Oh, and good luck trying to finish reading the story :).
Chapter 1- Memories
Shuttle from Rebel Base 023 to Arlon hideout, 200 days after Battle of Endor, 0500 h
How long had it been since he had seen Han, or any of his friends? He pictured them as he had known them. Han, a rougish lopsided grin on his face, ruffling Luke's hair in a fond, big brotherly way. Chewie, those blue eyes of his shining with compassion and loyalty. Leia, his sister, her hazel brown eyes burning with a determined fervour and Wedge, his old wingmate and buddy, his brandy brown eyes twinkling with mirth as he mercilessly teased Luke. No that was
wrong. They were all different now. Han was a General and was no longer as carefree. Leia had changed from a fiery Rebel leader to a polite, calm diplomat. Even Wedge had changed into a somber more responsible person as Commander of Rogue Squadron. And of course Luke himself was no longer that bright-eyed greenhorn from Tatooine or the passionate hotshot rebel pilot. Luke ached to see them all again as they had been.
But he knew that was impossible.
After Endor, the Rebellion, no the Alliance, was slowly changing into a legitmate government. The ragged band of rebels were being unified into leaders. Where before generals had been more sought after and informal military was the rule, smooth talking negotiators and diplomacy now reigned supreme. Long gone were the days of informality.
Suddenly Luke heard a sound behind him and slowly rose, a faint, chagrined smile tugging at his mouth. The Jedi was rarely surprised by people nowadays, indeed he must have been in deep thought to have been so distracted. His smile faltered upon turning around.
He was looking in the barrel of a blaster. He closed his eyes silently berating himself for leaving his lightsaber at the base. Mon Mothma had insisted that he use the utmost diplomacy to court the Arlon network, and that he carry no weapons into their presence. Before, Luke would have refused, but now he had acceded to Mon Mothma's demands and so he would soon be dead. To Luke's surprise, the blaster shot never came. Instead, Luke felt binders close around his arms. A stun blast to his head knocked out the young Jedi.
Chapter 2- Stranger?
Holding cell AA-93, 201 days since B.O.E, 0100 h
He stirred, lying awkwardly on a flat metal table. He tested his restraints and found out that his arms and legs were strapped down by metal cuffs so tight that they had cut his limbs. His blurry vision and lightheadness soon began to clear and he deduced that he had been drugged. Suddenly someone came in from the back and Luke could not see who it was because of the tight restraints placed on his head. Someone placed a hood over his head and he felt a sharp pain as a drug was once again injected. The captive was led away again.
Luke ran the tip over his tongue, licking his dry mouth. The door opened subtlely, startling him even as he was surprised by the lithe figure walking through the door. She had cascading rich brown blond-streaked hair and light sky blue-grey eyes. He looked at her, trying to deduce who she was. Was she someone who had been sent to soften him up before interrogation, or was she just an interrogator? But no, she didn't fit in any of those roles. The way she strode across the room holdin her head high and confidently, suggested that she was someone of importance, perhaps even the mastermind behind his capture. Even as he studied her, Luke could feel her icy blue eyes doing the same.
Who was this man, and why had he been so important to her father? Lyanna Arlon thought as she looked at the lithe man in front of her. His clothes had been taken off and he now wore a pair of combat trousers. At first sight, one could have dismissed him as a physically dimunitive person. Yet when you looked closer, you could see the deep pilot calluses on his hand and when he moved, lean sinewy muscles made you change your opinion. He had startling blue eyes that were bottomless and his hair was a dark, slightly brownish blond. He was surprisingly young. She did not know his real name and would not have recognised him at all if not for the picture she had found in her father's room after his death.
Her father had also kept a journal. The latter part was mainly about the Arlon network and her. But the first few pages were confusing. Her father made several refrences to the Jedi, someone called Anakin and his children. Lyanna had always known that her father was a minor force-sensitive who had changed his identity to hide from the Empire, but he had never told her that he had seeked refuge from the Jedi.
The Arlon network was a information/smuggling network set up by Ray Arlon, her father. It was, like all other smuggling networks, on the nether regions of the law. To find that its leader had once been associateed with the peace-loving, guardians of the Old Republic had shocked Lyanna ............. yet, in a way, the Arlon network was not like others. It consisted of smugglers and scorned law but it still followed a strict code of honor.
Then, Lyanna had found a holograph in her father's drawer along with some encrypted files, behind it had been scrawled the words 'Ana.i..n's son' the words had not been clear as the holograph slightly tattered even though it must been taken not more than 10 years ago. From those Lyanna had been able to deduce the the young, twelve-year old in the picture was someone's son, whoever Anakin was that is. It had been a miracle that she had spotted the man on one of the Arlon Network's shuttles.
Yes, the man was different, more matured, his features scarred and sharper from grief and pain, but Lyanna had still been able to recognise him. Suddenly, a sound startled Lyanna. She immediately turned to the prisoner, annoyed that she had drifted off and began questioning him. Suddenly, she heard the same sound again. Before Lyanna knew it,
a troop of stormtroopers had burst through the ceiling. Arlon security guards appeared and tried to control the troopers. Lyanna's aide, Carlos pulled her away from the scene.
Author: Kira Reen
Author email: kira_reen@hotmail.com
Setting: Post-Rotj
Category: AU
Keywords: Luke, Skywalker, jedi, torture
Spoilers: ROTJ..juz alittle
Rating: PG(i think)
Summary: The story starts of with Luke reminscing about the past and wishing things could be the same as they were before Endor. Soon however tragic events happen and Luke uncovers just a little more about his parentage.
Status: I am still writing chapter 6 and there will definitely be more chapters...
Disclaimer: This is Lucas' sandbox not mine and i am NOT making money cuz of it!
Author's Note: Be kind and not too critical cuz this is my 1st attempt at writing fanfic and the last part of chap 6 was slightly rushed. Plz dont send me any flames!(praise is welcomed though) Oh, and good luck trying to finish reading the story :).
Chapter 1- Memories
Shuttle from Rebel Base 023 to Arlon hideout, 200 days after Battle of Endor, 0500 h
How long had it been since he had seen Han, or any of his friends? He pictured them as he had known them. Han, a rougish lopsided grin on his face, ruffling Luke's hair in a fond, big brotherly way. Chewie, those blue eyes of his shining with compassion and loyalty. Leia, his sister, her hazel brown eyes burning with a determined fervour and Wedge, his old wingmate and buddy, his brandy brown eyes twinkling with mirth as he mercilessly teased Luke. No that was
wrong. They were all different now. Han was a General and was no longer as carefree. Leia had changed from a fiery Rebel leader to a polite, calm diplomat. Even Wedge had changed into a somber more responsible person as Commander of Rogue Squadron. And of course Luke himself was no longer that bright-eyed greenhorn from Tatooine or the passionate hotshot rebel pilot. Luke ached to see them all again as they had been.
But he knew that was impossible.
After Endor, the Rebellion, no the Alliance, was slowly changing into a legitmate government. The ragged band of rebels were being unified into leaders. Where before generals had been more sought after and informal military was the rule, smooth talking negotiators and diplomacy now reigned supreme. Long gone were the days of informality.
Suddenly Luke heard a sound behind him and slowly rose, a faint, chagrined smile tugging at his mouth. The Jedi was rarely surprised by people nowadays, indeed he must have been in deep thought to have been so distracted. His smile faltered upon turning around.
He was looking in the barrel of a blaster. He closed his eyes silently berating himself for leaving his lightsaber at the base. Mon Mothma had insisted that he use the utmost diplomacy to court the Arlon network, and that he carry no weapons into their presence. Before, Luke would have refused, but now he had acceded to Mon Mothma's demands and so he would soon be dead. To Luke's surprise, the blaster shot never came. Instead, Luke felt binders close around his arms. A stun blast to his head knocked out the young Jedi.
Chapter 2- Stranger?
Holding cell AA-93, 201 days since B.O.E, 0100 h
He stirred, lying awkwardly on a flat metal table. He tested his restraints and found out that his arms and legs were strapped down by metal cuffs so tight that they had cut his limbs. His blurry vision and lightheadness soon began to clear and he deduced that he had been drugged. Suddenly someone came in from the back and Luke could not see who it was because of the tight restraints placed on his head. Someone placed a hood over his head and he felt a sharp pain as a drug was once again injected. The captive was led away again.
Luke ran the tip over his tongue, licking his dry mouth. The door opened subtlely, startling him even as he was surprised by the lithe figure walking through the door. She had cascading rich brown blond-streaked hair and light sky blue-grey eyes. He looked at her, trying to deduce who she was. Was she someone who had been sent to soften him up before interrogation, or was she just an interrogator? But no, she didn't fit in any of those roles. The way she strode across the room holdin her head high and confidently, suggested that she was someone of importance, perhaps even the mastermind behind his capture. Even as he studied her, Luke could feel her icy blue eyes doing the same.
Who was this man, and why had he been so important to her father? Lyanna Arlon thought as she looked at the lithe man in front of her. His clothes had been taken off and he now wore a pair of combat trousers. At first sight, one could have dismissed him as a physically dimunitive person. Yet when you looked closer, you could see the deep pilot calluses on his hand and when he moved, lean sinewy muscles made you change your opinion. He had startling blue eyes that were bottomless and his hair was a dark, slightly brownish blond. He was surprisingly young. She did not know his real name and would not have recognised him at all if not for the picture she had found in her father's room after his death.
Her father had also kept a journal. The latter part was mainly about the Arlon network and her. But the first few pages were confusing. Her father made several refrences to the Jedi, someone called Anakin and his children. Lyanna had always known that her father was a minor force-sensitive who had changed his identity to hide from the Empire, but he had never told her that he had seeked refuge from the Jedi.
The Arlon network was a information/smuggling network set up by Ray Arlon, her father. It was, like all other smuggling networks, on the nether regions of the law. To find that its leader had once been associateed with the peace-loving, guardians of the Old Republic had shocked Lyanna ............. yet, in a way, the Arlon network was not like others. It consisted of smugglers and scorned law but it still followed a strict code of honor.
Then, Lyanna had found a holograph in her father's drawer along with some encrypted files, behind it had been scrawled the words 'Ana.i..n's son' the words had not been clear as the holograph slightly tattered even though it must been taken not more than 10 years ago. From those Lyanna had been able to deduce the the young, twelve-year old in the picture was someone's son, whoever Anakin was that is. It had been a miracle that she had spotted the man on one of the Arlon Network's shuttles.
Yes, the man was different, more matured, his features scarred and sharper from grief and pain, but Lyanna had still been able to recognise him. Suddenly, a sound startled Lyanna. She immediately turned to the prisoner, annoyed that she had drifted off and began questioning him. Suddenly, she heard the same sound again. Before Lyanna knew it,
a troop of stormtroopers had burst through the ceiling. Arlon security guards appeared and tried to control the troopers. Lyanna's aide, Carlos pulled her away from the scene.