Chapter 10
Destiny froze.
Does he know?
"N-n-o sir," she stumbled over the words. "They have never mentioned him to me."
He nodded understanding. "Skywalker died heroically at the Battle of Coruscant," he continued. "Unfortunately, he was the only remaining Jedi at the time, and his family was also killed. This presented a problem for the Jedi Order, because Force-sensitivity is hereditary. Hence, unless there are any Jedi children in hiding, the Jedi can never be resurrected."
Destiny sat back and considered that. Skywalker had had a daughter, but she had died at the Battle also. So there was no possible way Destiny could be his daughter, because Destiny was certainly alive. Unless…
Her birth certificate.
The pieces were slowly beginning to come together; the tangled web of lies was slowly becoming unwoven. She was overwhelmed by her parents betrayal.
The bell rang, and she dimly felt herself standing and heading towards the hall. Tash came up to her, but her feet just propelled her forward. She mumbled something about talking to him later and kept going.
She needed answers. And she needed them NOW.
* * *
Destiny skipped stopping by the hangars for some sim time. She actually planned on talking to General Antilles about this. He and Skywalker had founded Rogue Squadron, so she was pretty sure that he knew all about it. But for now, this was the only opportunity she would have the place all to herself to do some snooping.
She walked in the door and immediately headed for her parents bedroom. "Mistress Destiny!" C-3PO, their protocol droid, chittered. "How good to see you home early this afternoon. Artoo and I were just…"
Destiny switched Threepio off. She had about as much patience for the droid as her father did.
Daddy…
No matter how hard she tried, she could not think of anyone except for Han Solo as her father. Destiny slumped against the wall. Did she want to know if they had lied to her? Could she accept this as the truth if it was true?
Destiny loved both of her parents as her own, and she did not want that to change. She was so hurt at the prospect of being betrayed that she was not sure she could feel the same about her parents if they had lied.
No. Destiny had always been taught by her parents, her mother especially, to seek the truth. While Destiny was not a fan of all the diplomatic duties her mother seemed to tie herself down to, she realized that what her mother did was important to the lives of every member of the galaxy. If the Rebel Alliance had not fought so hard to have the truth about the Empire to ever be revealed, the Imperials could still be in control today. I have a duty to myself, to myself and the Skywalker legacy.
She fervently hoped that she was wrong.
Destiny froze.
Does he know?
"N-n-o sir," she stumbled over the words. "They have never mentioned him to me."
He nodded understanding. "Skywalker died heroically at the Battle of Coruscant," he continued. "Unfortunately, he was the only remaining Jedi at the time, and his family was also killed. This presented a problem for the Jedi Order, because Force-sensitivity is hereditary. Hence, unless there are any Jedi children in hiding, the Jedi can never be resurrected."
Destiny sat back and considered that. Skywalker had had a daughter, but she had died at the Battle also. So there was no possible way Destiny could be his daughter, because Destiny was certainly alive. Unless…
Her birth certificate.
The pieces were slowly beginning to come together; the tangled web of lies was slowly becoming unwoven. She was overwhelmed by her parents betrayal.
The bell rang, and she dimly felt herself standing and heading towards the hall. Tash came up to her, but her feet just propelled her forward. She mumbled something about talking to him later and kept going.
She needed answers. And she needed them NOW.
* * *
Destiny skipped stopping by the hangars for some sim time. She actually planned on talking to General Antilles about this. He and Skywalker had founded Rogue Squadron, so she was pretty sure that he knew all about it. But for now, this was the only opportunity she would have the place all to herself to do some snooping.
She walked in the door and immediately headed for her parents bedroom. "Mistress Destiny!" C-3PO, their protocol droid, chittered. "How good to see you home early this afternoon. Artoo and I were just…"
Destiny switched Threepio off. She had about as much patience for the droid as her father did.
Daddy…
No matter how hard she tried, she could not think of anyone except for Han Solo as her father. Destiny slumped against the wall. Did she want to know if they had lied to her? Could she accept this as the truth if it was true?
Destiny loved both of her parents as her own, and she did not want that to change. She was so hurt at the prospect of being betrayed that she was not sure she could feel the same about her parents if they had lied.
No. Destiny had always been taught by her parents, her mother especially, to seek the truth. While Destiny was not a fan of all the diplomatic duties her mother seemed to tie herself down to, she realized that what her mother did was important to the lives of every member of the galaxy. If the Rebel Alliance had not fought so hard to have the truth about the Empire to ever be revealed, the Imperials could still be in control today. I have a duty to myself, to myself and the Skywalker legacy.
She fervently hoped that she was wrong.