A
Sad End
In one
corridor of the ill-fated second Death Star, Luke Skywalker leaned over his
father, Anakin Skywalker. Minutes
before, the Emperor had all but killed the man known as Darth Vader, more
machine that human. But the Emperor
would be far away by now. 'I must go
after him…" thought Luke.
"Luke," the
elder Skywalker said.
"Yes,
father?" the younger one replied.
"Lift up my
mask."
Luke looked
at Anakin in shock. "But you'll die!"
"Lift up my
mask."
Carefully
and doubtfully, Luke went about lifting up his father's mechanical life-support
mask. Underneath was a scarred and
bruised face of the man, not machine, Anakin Skywalker.
"I want you
to… look upon my real face, once…" the dying man wheezed.
But
suddenly, an explosion sounded throughout the fully operational, yet under destruction,
battle station.
"Father! We must leave or we'll die!" cried Luke.
"Go without
me… It is already… to late," gasped Anakin.
"No! We can save you!" Luke said in anger.
"Go on,
Luke… It is my time…" said his father.
Regretfully,
Luke Skywalker got up, and ran for the docking bay.
"YEE-HAW!" screamed a joyous
Lando Calrissian, emerging from the blast of the second Death Star in Han
Solo's Millennium Falcon. Minutes
earlier, he and Red Flight had successfully navigated the Death Star, destroyed
the reactor core, and escaped without dying- quite an accomplishment, indeed.
Han's voice came over the communications unit. "Great job, you son of a gun! Not a scratch, right?"
Casually, Lando replied, "Not a
scratch, pal."
"Did Luke make it out of that
thing all right?
Lando had forgotten all about
Luke. He grasped for the answer
himself. "I'm not sure," he answered
uneasily.
"He
better have gotten out of that thing…" Han said.
Grabbing the
controls and quickly activating the repulsorlifts, Luke started to pilot his
stolen Imperial shuttle out of the docking bay.
"This
thing's slow as a sleepy hut…" he mumbled to himself as the shuttle slowly
started forward into space. The docking
bay was a lot bigger than it looked on the way in to Luke, now that he
had to leave it in a matter of seconds to keep his life.
"Sithspawn!"
Luke screamed, as he jammed his fist into the control panel. The propulsion system was failing. Regaining composure, Luke tried to move the
ship out with the Force. The progress
was agonizingly slow, and the blast was catching up…
BOOM!
The
entrance of the docking bay had just blown, and in less than a second it would
be all over… The next thing he knew,
his world was turning black…
"DID HE GET OUT OR NOT?" Han
yelled at an officer on the Mon Calamari cruiser, Defiance.
"I'm sorry,
Mr. Solo, but we do not have any idea.
We did pick up an Imperial shuttle leaving the bay, but we lost it
seconds later…" the Rebel replied.
"That was
Luke…" Han said in shock.
Leia was
there, being optimistic. "We don't know
that, Han. We just don't know," she
said sadly.
"I just have
a weird feeling that was him…" Han answered, still shocked. "Chewie, how fast can we get a new sensor
dish on the Falcon?"
Chewbacca
barked a reply. "Sure, let's get it
done then," Solo answered. Then,
turning to Leia, he added, "I'm out of here.
Chewie and I have got to get a new dish, and then we're off to look for
Luke." He kissed her goodbye, but then
she protested.
"Han, I'm
coming," she said sternly.
"Look, it
could be dangerous. I don't want anyone
that doesn't have to get hurt get hurt."
"I'm in this
with you," Leia said with an air of finality.
With
a sigh, Han responded. "Fine…"
A/N: The next chapter is coming out
soon. In the mean time, check out Miss
Cleo: Muggle Tarot Reader Meets the Weaslys, a (hopefully) humor fic. Sorry this was short, the chapters will get
longer, but not if you don't REVIEW.
