Prologue
[a hologram from R2-D2's files, a year and a half ago]
"No!" she screamed and stepped backward, reaching for her blaster. Han was faster and fired at the approaching man. The man raised a black gloved hand and blocked the blaster bolts.
"Leia," the dark clad man said, "I must speak to you."
"I have nothing to say to you!" Leia cried and fired off another shot.
"Han! Leia! Stop!" Luke exclaimed, "He's changed! Just let him talk!"
"You know what my motto is, kid," Han fired again, "Shoot first, talk later."
Anakin flicked his wrist one way then the other send their blasters to opposite sides of the room.
"Daughter-" he began.
"You are not my father! You killed my father!" Leia interrupted.
Anakin looked at Luke. Luke sighed then stepped forward and put a hand on Leia's shoulder.
"Leia, this is important, we think we can use the Force to restore dad to his form before he was burned," Luke said, "but we need you help."
"Luke! Are you crazy! How can you trust him? Think of all the thing he's done! To you! To me! Think of all the people he's murdered in cold blood! Luke, you can't be serious!"
"Leia, he's changed," Luke said.
"Son, she doesn't believe you," Anakin said.
"Hell right!" the Princess snapped.
"I guess we'll have to try it by ourselves," Luke said. He set a hand on the black-clad man's arm and closed his eyes. A strong blue light glowed between his fingers. The black armor began to dissolve to reveal a young, blonde man.
Han and Leia watched in horror.
Both men fell to their knees in pain because of the energy the Force was taking out of them.
"Luke-!" the girl cried stepping forward.
"Leia," Luke whispered, "Help me."
She did, coming forward to touch Luke's shoulder. They completed the transformation and the three Skywalkers passed out in frailty.
Han stepped forward to catch Leia, he then took one look at the new transformed Anakin and ran out of the hanger with Leia still in his arms.
In case you miss the last installment of Confusion and Dancing… a Recap by Meg Zhong and Fiyero Tigelaar
*Note, Meg is Italics, Fiyero is Underlined.*
Once upon a time, in the first installment of Confusion and Dancing, Meg (me) Brandi Taylor and Summer were on a cruse with our boyfriends/crushes/significant others when the cruse ship started sinking!
Elphaba Galinda and I were in magic class when Elphaba read ahead in the textbook and sent us- by magic- to a island with a guy named Mark Cohen.
Then all of us, and our guys, were ship wreaked on a deserted dessert island. The sand was made of sprinkles! There were other people there too, like our friend Renee and her boyfriend Ryan. Also there, there was Rain and Liz Sutton, Joe Solomon, and a dancing fencer-
WHICH DOESN'T MEAN DANCING AND PUTTING UP FENCES!
AS I WAS SAYING, a dancing fencer named Hank. Then we discovered an unoccupied beach villa-
Apparently there isn't any "occupy the beach villa" people on the island.
-an unoccupied beach villa and moved in there for a while. Then us girls were kidnapped by pirates! Then we escaped and boys were kidnapped by the same pirates! So us girls had to go rescue the boys.
We could of rescued ourselves. If you had given us some time.
Yeah right. Anyway, the girls rescued the boys from the pirates with the help of Amelia Earhart who'd crashed on the island years ago! But the deserted dessert island had magical powers so she hadn't aged a bit! (I know! It was like "so that's where she went! Why didn't we think of this before? Duh!") Then the pirates sailed away and Jack Sparrow turned into a butterfly and Amelia fixed her crash airplane. So we went to fly home when there was a storm…
And that's where our story starts…
Hello Everybody! Jedi Annie Scrambler here! This is my *FIRST* ever Star Wars FanFic so please be kind... I also don't own Star Wars, Wicked, or RENT.
Fiyero: Please Review!
JAS: Yes! Please please please review!
