Chapter 6
Destiny let out her breath as the files opened. When she saw how much information there was on Luke Skywalker, she realized that getting through all of it would take her another few hours. She didn't want to be caught by her parents, so she found a reader chip to transfer the data onto. As soon as the data transferred, her door slid open and Jaina poked her head in.
"Dad says to come eat some dinner." Jaina then looked at the screen. "Whatcha looking at?"
Destiny quickly locked down her terminal. "Research for Galactic History," she told Jaina. "Not very interesting."
Jaina took Destiny's word for it, and left the room. Destiny let out a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding, and joined her family for dinner.
* * *
Later that night Destiny was able to sit down with her datapad and comb through Luke Skywalker's files. He had grown up on Tatooine as the nephew of a moisture farmer. His father had been a Jedi, but his aunt and uncle had never told him so. Destiny noticed that when he joined the Rebellion a good deal of his missions included her mother and father. No wonder her parents had never told her about him. He had probably been a very close companion, and his death had probably hurt Mother and Father very badly.
Destiny then found a picture from the Battle of Yavin. She snickered at her father's scrubby smuggler's clothes. What made her laugh whole- heartedly was that she realized her father still owned that outfit.
Her mother was absolutely gorgeous; there was no other way to describe it. Destiny admired her mother's long braids and regal look. She sighed. Maybe someday once she was done with all this ridiculous teenager stuff she would look like that.
She frowned harder. Jaina could be a clone of her mother. The only thing she seemed to have gotten from Dad was her height. Destiny obviously took after her mother in terms of height: Destiny was barely taller than her mother. Destiny supposed she looked more like Dad. Her hair was not nearly as dark as her mother's, as a matter of fact, it was a very light brown.
Guess that's why I'm Daddy's little girl, she thought.
Daddy.
Destiny sighed. That stupid dream. She went back to the picture, and her heart froze.
Daddy.
The man from her dream was Luke Skywalker.
Destiny let out her breath as the files opened. When she saw how much information there was on Luke Skywalker, she realized that getting through all of it would take her another few hours. She didn't want to be caught by her parents, so she found a reader chip to transfer the data onto. As soon as the data transferred, her door slid open and Jaina poked her head in.
"Dad says to come eat some dinner." Jaina then looked at the screen. "Whatcha looking at?"
Destiny quickly locked down her terminal. "Research for Galactic History," she told Jaina. "Not very interesting."
Jaina took Destiny's word for it, and left the room. Destiny let out a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding, and joined her family for dinner.
* * *
Later that night Destiny was able to sit down with her datapad and comb through Luke Skywalker's files. He had grown up on Tatooine as the nephew of a moisture farmer. His father had been a Jedi, but his aunt and uncle had never told him so. Destiny noticed that when he joined the Rebellion a good deal of his missions included her mother and father. No wonder her parents had never told her about him. He had probably been a very close companion, and his death had probably hurt Mother and Father very badly.
Destiny then found a picture from the Battle of Yavin. She snickered at her father's scrubby smuggler's clothes. What made her laugh whole- heartedly was that she realized her father still owned that outfit.
Her mother was absolutely gorgeous; there was no other way to describe it. Destiny admired her mother's long braids and regal look. She sighed. Maybe someday once she was done with all this ridiculous teenager stuff she would look like that.
She frowned harder. Jaina could be a clone of her mother. The only thing she seemed to have gotten from Dad was her height. Destiny obviously took after her mother in terms of height: Destiny was barely taller than her mother. Destiny supposed she looked more like Dad. Her hair was not nearly as dark as her mother's, as a matter of fact, it was a very light brown.
Guess that's why I'm Daddy's little girl, she thought.
Daddy.
Destiny sighed. That stupid dream. She went back to the picture, and her heart froze.
Daddy.
The man from her dream was Luke Skywalker.