It was an abnormally quiet night in Coruscant, even after the Rebellion's victory over the Empire the city had been in turmoil, with the elections going on, and the rise in robberies. The Coruscant Security Force was on high alert, mandatory screening stations were positioned throughout the city. Seeing as how the academy was closed, that left me at home, looking through a pile of holodisks, which had recordings of the wartime news reports.
"Imperial Fugitive, Luke Skywalker was spotted again today, his Incom T-65 X-Wing was spotted leaving Imperial space in the Tatoo System."
I stopped the holodisk there, as it depicted the image of Luke Skywalker – he didn't look like much of a criminal, and at such a young age, wreaking havoc throughout the Empire. The one who had destroyed the first Death Star, or at least that is what Mom says.. Just as I had finished examining him, I heard a knock at the door.
"Son! You'd better be home, I told you not to leave the house..!" She shouted as she continued to knock on the door.
"Alright, alright! I'm coming, don't stress yourself any more than you already have.." I replied, just as her ranting came to an end.
My fingers glided across the familiar surface next to the door, each correct entry sounding a slight chime; eventually opening the door as the correct sequences was entered.
"How is it out there, still as hectic as ever?" I asked her, as she set her datapad upon the table.
"Yes, and I still don't want you going outside. CSF Is still reporting numerous robberies a night.." With such, she would kiss me upon my forehead, and head off to bed.
I found myself lying in my bed for a few unsettling hours, I couldn't shake the odd feeling of nervousness that I had, but eventually I succumbed to the longing of slumber that had enveloped me.
I was awakened by a loud hiss, I sat up in my bed, a cold sweat running down my brow. I instinctively reached for the DL-44 Blaster that was given to me by my father, no more than a year ago, and ran into the kitchen. My ears perked up as I heard the screams of my mother, as she pleaded for the criminals for her life. Blaster fire would illuminate the whole apartment, as they took her life. As painful tears rolled down my cheeks, I could do nothing but cower in the corner of the kitchen, DL-44 firmly grasped in my palm.
I would remain there until the morning, someone had noticed the open door to our apartment, and came in to investigate. The CSF arrived no more than fifteen minutes after the discovery was made, confiscating the only thing that I had in remembrance of my father; they would escort me to CSF Headquarters.
"What is your name, son?" The head officer asked, as I sat in the cold chair, azure eyes staring down at the table before me.
"Torran Lightwaver." I answered reluctantly, eyes still fixated upon the table.
"Well Torran, I know it's hard for you, but we're going to have to ask you a few questions."
"First off, how old are you?"
"Ten.." I replied, cold tone in my voice.
"Alright then, where you born here on Coruscant, or somewhere else?"
"Here on Coruscant."
"Who were your parents?"
"Mara Lightwaver, and Jacen Lightwaver." It was very traumatizing for me, the man asking "who were your parents?", I wasn't prepared to talk about them in the past tense.
"Very well then, let me just input this information here on the terminal, it won't take more than a minute.." He told me, as he keyed the information in on the information terminal that was before him, I sat there in pure silence, fists clenched in anger. Enraged about how he was treating the situation, he didn't care about them, neither does he care about me. It was merely a job, he had to do such work. Fed up with it all, I leaned back in my chair, giving the table before me a swift kick in the side, knocking it over – to my delight, it caused him quite a scare. I stood up from the seat, running to the door, beating at the control panel to free myself from the prison of which I was held.
"Hey!!" He ran from the terminal to where I was, grabbing hold of both my arms, restraining me from beating the panel any further. To the best of my efforts, I threw my small body into him, barely making him step backwards.
"Calm down, kid! Hell, I know this is traumatizing, but throwing a fit won't do any good!" He paused for a moment, before speaking into his comlink. "C'mon, get this kid outta here. He's had enough for today."
I was then transferred to the witness block, put into a cell with an older man, by the looks of him he seemed to be a beggar, he was clothed in nothing more than a few unassuming bland robes, gray hair falling to his shoulders. He sat in the corner, silent, eyes closed. I slowly walked to the corner, examining him further, to see if he was even breathing. To my surprise, his eyes slowly opened.
"Ah, I see I have a visitor. Well, what is your name, friend?" He asked, in a soothing tone.
"..Torran Lightwaver," I replied, brow arched in curiosity at the man's kindness, and familiarity. It seems as if I had seen him somewhere before, perhaps in one of the holodisks I had at home.
"Ah, greetings Torran. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi." The guards outside of my cell stopped by to look through the viewport of the door, all curious to see whom I was talking to.
"The hell is wrong with that kid? He's talking to himself, and staring at nothing more than a corner. Perhaps the incident with his mother, and father was hell of a lot more traumatizing for him than they thought.."
