This is something that came to me at about 11 pm last night while I was listening to music. Happy Thanksgiving to y'all Americans (like meeeeee). Cubs won the World Series. Life is good.
I don't own Star Wars. If I did, well, than I'd have mouse ears.
Prologue
There was once a galaxy.
In that galaxy, there was a region.
In that region, there was a system.
In that system, there was an Imperial fleet.
In that Imperial fleet, there was a Star Destroyer.
In that Star Destroyer, there was a detention level.
In that detention level, there was a cell.
And in that cell, well, there wasn't much. There were a few steps down from the door, a small area for standing, and a shelf with a slanted roof above it for sleeping.
But there was something else in that cell.
Something very few could see.
Something whose very existence is denied by all those who know of it.
And that something, my friends, is all that is left of Anakin Skywalker.
