[*SIGH* thanks for bringing it up Shanno! LOL, J/K- Believe it or not-
I've been wondering the same thing. I think Leia's still determined to get
Luke back so badly- she doesn't care (YET)- she's with Han repeating "For
Luke, for Luke, for Luke---" LOL- did I slime my way out of that one? Okay,
okay- I'll work on making that make some sense. As for Wedge and Lando
(not to mention Chewie- but we all know he's in the cockpit --- who can
hide a Wookie anyway?)- WELLLL, I've been jumping back and forth between
this fic and Choosing Sides- where Lando and Wedge AREN'T with them- and
well, you might have guessed I FORGOT. *Covers face in shame* BUT- I
thought of it right after I updated, and I thought- "It's okay, I'll just
slap 'em in the next chapter and just say they were giving the four their
privacy"- PLUS Vader's there- and like you said, there's not much love for
Vader in that ship- and I figured that MAYBE no one would notice-- *Clears
throat and looks at Shanno*. First you threaten me- then you threaten me
again- then you review me! The nerve! LOL, I love you. I really do- keep it
up, keep me on my toes! – HEY! This author's note is about the same length
as one of my chapters! (OHHH Self-slam!) I've also wondered why Han hasn't
tried to kick ass over the little carbonite incident- I mean, in the last
chapter the bunch of them are actually INTERESTED in Vader's life—not his
death! *Repeats to self "For Luke, for Luke, for Luke----*]
Leia hurried out of the room. Han followed- to find her with her face pressed up against to cool metal of the corridor wall.
"Leia- Leia, what are you doing?"
"I don't know." The reply came in a whisper.
"I thought we agreed to not let what he's done to us get to us."
Leia looked up at Han, a tear chasing another down her cheek.
"I'm not," she barely moved her lips.
Han stepped closer, grabbing on of her arms.
"No, you're doing worse—you feel BAD for the guy!"
"He's my father!" she cried, pulling away.
Han inhaled deeply, "But Leia," he point behind him, "that's VADER."
She shook her head- "No, there is good in him- "
"Leia," he cut her off, "that sounds like something Luke would say."
Leia gently took Han by the arm; they stood quietly watching the two Jedi still in the gallery.
~
Yoda moved closer to Anakin's figure curled up on the floor.
"Anakin."
The helmeted head lifted.
"What have I done?" the man whispered
"Cannot be changed, the past," Yoda replied quietly. "Only the future can you control."
Anakin nodded, but a desire still rolled off from him.
Yoda sighed in understanding.
"Your isolation, help you I can to shed it."
Anakin tilted his head hopefully, "How?"
Yoda reached forward, placing a small green-clawed hand on the giant chest.
"Draw from the power that is here, you must, and fully healed you shall be."
Anakin sat up straight, "The Emperor told me I could not be healed."
Yoda shook his head, "And what reason have you, Skywalker, for trusting his words?"
~
Luke gently set Mara down before stumbling onto the cold stone platform of the balcony himself.
"What just happened?" Mara breathed heavily.
Luke shook his head, "I couldn't reach the Force- well, not the Light Side."
Mara frowned, Luke continued, seeming to be trying to explain it to himself more so than to her.
"I couldn't focus--- and I got frustrated--- angry even," he swallowed, "and in haste I reached out with those feelings."
Mara made a face, "What's wrong with that?"
Luke glared at her, "What's wrong with THAT?" He frowned, "What the hell are you doing jumping off the roof anyway?"
Mara crossed her arms, "I was on the observation desk."
Luke rubbed his forehead, "That doesn't explain why you jumped off from it."
Mara stood, brushed herself off, and scowled at the pajama clad Jedi sitting before her, "I SLIPPED." With that she marched from the room.
Luke watched her go, and shook his head, "You're welcome."
[Terribly short. I'm sorry. I just wanted to update with SOMETHING so my poor lil' story doesn't feel abandoned.]
Leia hurried out of the room. Han followed- to find her with her face pressed up against to cool metal of the corridor wall.
"Leia- Leia, what are you doing?"
"I don't know." The reply came in a whisper.
"I thought we agreed to not let what he's done to us get to us."
Leia looked up at Han, a tear chasing another down her cheek.
"I'm not," she barely moved her lips.
Han stepped closer, grabbing on of her arms.
"No, you're doing worse—you feel BAD for the guy!"
"He's my father!" she cried, pulling away.
Han inhaled deeply, "But Leia," he point behind him, "that's VADER."
She shook her head- "No, there is good in him- "
"Leia," he cut her off, "that sounds like something Luke would say."
Leia gently took Han by the arm; they stood quietly watching the two Jedi still in the gallery.
~
Yoda moved closer to Anakin's figure curled up on the floor.
"Anakin."
The helmeted head lifted.
"What have I done?" the man whispered
"Cannot be changed, the past," Yoda replied quietly. "Only the future can you control."
Anakin nodded, but a desire still rolled off from him.
Yoda sighed in understanding.
"Your isolation, help you I can to shed it."
Anakin tilted his head hopefully, "How?"
Yoda reached forward, placing a small green-clawed hand on the giant chest.
"Draw from the power that is here, you must, and fully healed you shall be."
Anakin sat up straight, "The Emperor told me I could not be healed."
Yoda shook his head, "And what reason have you, Skywalker, for trusting his words?"
~
Luke gently set Mara down before stumbling onto the cold stone platform of the balcony himself.
"What just happened?" Mara breathed heavily.
Luke shook his head, "I couldn't reach the Force- well, not the Light Side."
Mara frowned, Luke continued, seeming to be trying to explain it to himself more so than to her.
"I couldn't focus--- and I got frustrated--- angry even," he swallowed, "and in haste I reached out with those feelings."
Mara made a face, "What's wrong with that?"
Luke glared at her, "What's wrong with THAT?" He frowned, "What the hell are you doing jumping off the roof anyway?"
Mara crossed her arms, "I was on the observation desk."
Luke rubbed his forehead, "That doesn't explain why you jumped off from it."
Mara stood, brushed herself off, and scowled at the pajama clad Jedi sitting before her, "I SLIPPED." With that she marched from the room.
Luke watched her go, and shook his head, "You're welcome."
[Terribly short. I'm sorry. I just wanted to update with SOMETHING so my poor lil' story doesn't feel abandoned.]
