5 years after the destruction of the Second Death Star and the death of Emperor Palpatine, Luke Skywalker sets about on a journey to reconstruct the Jedi order. What he finds in the process may put him at peace with (as well as shock him of) his heritage. Follow Luke around the galaxy in this short story as he discovers his family's past. Takes place around 8 ABY, EU/AU content.
Luke Skywalker let out a soft sigh as he stood in the top spire of the Jedi Council chambers. Looking out of the huge panoramic windows, he surveyed the ruins of the Jedi Temple below him. In Darth Sidious' and Darth Vader's quest to wipe out the Jedi nearly 30 years before, they very nearly destroyed the structure the used to symbolize peace. But Sidious left the temple barely standing in mocking; a sick and twisted testament to his power. The area was barricaded off and Shadow Stormtroopers were posted everywhere. Those who were brave (or stupid) enough to cross past the large barriers were put to death immediately, furthering the Emperor's gruesome resolve of the Jedi.
Brushing off a dust-blanketed seat, vague images swam through his mind as if the ghosts of times past were trying to tell him something. This place was still very strong in the Force. It seems as if it has hotspots in some places within the temple walls and then opposing blank areas in other parts. Luke sat down in the chair, not knowing whom it used to seat, that knowledge lost long ago. Pulling out his datapad, he reviewed his current plans on rebuilding the temple and ultimately restoring the Jedi Order. Amongst other things that had been destroyed in the siege against the Jedi, the Archives were no longer in any usable form thanks to "effectiveness" of the eradication. Like the knowledge of who used to sitting in the chair Luke occupies, the knowledge of even the simplest building plans was nonexistent. Releasing another sigh, though more troubled, Luke stood back up and motioned his companion to follow him to the turbolift.
"C'mon Artoo," he said. "You wouldn't wanna get stuck up here, would you?" Chuckling as the little droid blurped out a reply, they boarded the lift to take them back to the main hall below. It was a long journey ahead of him, but only he had the remaining knowledge to attempt such a feat.
"Why can't we talk to him?" Came an annoyed grumble. "Obviously he can't see us yet."
"You know damn well why, my friend." Another voice calmly replied. "The Living Force has plans for him first."
"Is that why it feels like we're trapped in a bubble?" The first voice asked.
"Actually no. The real reason is that the Force isn't strong enough for us to appear to him, let alone talk to him up here. We need to wait. Once he's within meters of the spire can we make contact." His counterpart looked at him skeptically. "And who knows when that will be, those rooms encircling it haven't been uncovered yet."
"Yeah," the first voice said, as he looked back to the now closed turbolift doors, "I suppose we have to be patient." Looking at his translucent, glowing counterpart, Anakin Skywalker added "You're right Obi-Wan, I still have much to learn…."