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Chapter One - Question Of Survival
The frigid blizzard threw the snow in all directions and the noise of the wind was deafening as it tore across the barren wasteland. Luke Skywalker staggered across the snow field falling to his knees again. Between becoming Wampa chow or freezing to death in the Hoth blizzard, he'd decided to take his chances in the blizzard. If he was to die, he didn't want to go down as food.
Though he knew his chances to survive this storm without a shelter or survival supplies was deadly thin, he was determined to stay strong and try to find his way back to the Rebel base. But with each passing second, the wind seemed to be getting stronger and the temperature seemed to be getting colder. The young Jedi sent a pleading prayer up above for the storm to give out, even if just a minute. However, it seemed that he would be the one that would give out.
The slashes across his face he'd received from the Wampa were sore and still stinging. His whole body was becoming numb and immobile. It was getting almost impossible to move his legs and the more he tried, the more physically exhausted he became.
"G...G...Got T...To M...Make it," Luke stammered, almost unable to speak through his frozen lips.
"Must...g...get...b...b...back."
He tried to force himself back up onto his feet but he fell to his knees again breathing deeply. The cold wind froze his tongue and throat and hurt his teeth. He tried to pick himself up, but he couldn't feel his legs or, had they frozen to the ground? He tried his best to break them free, but his energy and strength were fading. Unable to hold himself up any longer he collapsed, his face hit the snow so hard it felt like falling into a rock.
He lay there not moving, letting the frigid winds and snow hit and freeze his body. Blood-thirsty beasts and malevolent Imperials weren't the only enemies in the Galaxy. The forces of nature were also life threatening. Even getting caught in a sand storm, or being lost in the desert of Tatooine under the blazing twin suns could easily kill you if you didn't find a source of water any time soon. Luke did not know which was worse. The heat or the cold.
Thinking of his home planet made him think of his Aunt and Uncle. He remembered the painful memory of seeing their smouldering bodies outside the entrance of Homestead. The sight of it had torn him apart that day and he'd felt completely lost and alone. He wished he'd been there, then he could've tried to save them. But no, he had been out searching for Artoo with Threepio. But then again what could he had done against an army of storm troopers? At that time, he was untrained and unprepared for that kind of conflict.
Since that day so much had changed him. Ever since he and his uncle had bought the droids, then meeting Obi-Wan Kenobi and learning his father's legacy. That he was the son of a great Jedi knight and just like him, he shared his love of piloting, at least according to Obi-Wan. By following the aged Jedi, Luke had begun training to become a Jedi himself. With the Force as his guide and ally, he became a war hero by destroying the Death Star. All these accomplishments certainly meant he was going to be the first of a new generation of Jedi.
But now it seemed that future would never come to pass, and the Jedi would be extinct all over again. Luke could not survive this predicament. He was frozen, unable to move and it didn't seem there would be any means of rescue. He had tried and tried to move, but he couldn't feel his body or find his voice to call for help. Not that calling for help would do him any good. By now the base shield doors would have been closed. It appeared that there was one way out of this. Death would be a welcome escape. Anything to get him away from the bitter cold.
He closed his eyes and prayed that Han and Leia would not give up and keep on fighting for the galaxy's freedom. If he died, he did not want his friends to lose their faith. They were stronger than most of them believed. He had first seen it in Han and Leia.
Han had been more than just a Smuggler who had been only interested in money, inside he was a fearless and courageous warrior. Leia on the other hand may have looked small and frail, but she had a heart as strong as a whole army and could make her voice heard by a whole crowd. Hopefully they would honour his final wish and keep the Rebellion on their feet and fighting for what was right. The freedom of the whole galaxy.
Unconsciousness was slowly approaching Luke, who waited willingly for the end to finally come and end his misery. But if he had been listening more closely, over the sound of the thunderous wind, he would have heard the strange signal beeping nearby.
Author's Notes
Hello Readers, hope you like this beginning. This is another inspiration that recently came to me. I don't think this will be a long fanfic and I'm not sure each chapter will be as big as some of my other stories. But I will try to post a few chapters and make this a good story.
The next chapter which I'm still working on will be a bit more interesting than this one I'm pretty sure.
Even though this first chapter was short, I hope you will still share your feedback with me by reviewing, then I will know how good this really is.
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LouisaJane007
