Man of Stars
by
Culf
Disclaimer: Have a beard, I do not. Wear flannel, I don't. Then I do not own Star Wars. George Lucas have a beard. Wear flannel, he does, all the time. Then he must own Star Wars. A man I am not. Fight in WWI, I did not. I did not die in 1973. That must mean I'm not Tolkien. Own Lord of the Rings, he does. Not me. A teenage girl, I am. Writing and reading fanfiction, I am. That must mean I am Culf. Own the plot and Linelien, I do. Lucky I am, but not that lucky.
Authors note: VI chapter is up. Oooh... Leia will not fall in love with Legolas, but will he love her??? Evil, me? Muahaha...! J/K
They had been riding for an entire day, and Leias rear was getting sore. That was, however, not the thing that worried her. She wanted to search for Han, Luke and the rebel alliance. They could be in trouble, and she would not let them down. She had to find them. The Death Star must be operational by now, and she should have seen either a big explosion in the sky, or this moon should have been blown up already. What had happened?
They had set camp, and a fire was now burning. The world changed when night occurred. Color turned into shades of gray, making the world seam hostile. The crackling fire chased the cold away, but she could feel it trying to creep up on her from behind. Nothing was the way they were supposed to, and the fact that Leia didn't know what was happening, scared her like nothing else could. She hadn't felt like this since Han had been froze. She was not going to sitt still, worrying. She was going to get answers.
When Legolas and Gimili fell asleep, she would escape, searching out the answeres she needed. The trouble was that Legolas did not seem to ever fall asleep. He was just sitting there, staring blanckly at her. Gimili had been sleeping for some time now. His snoring reminded her of Han. It had been driving her mad to sleep in the room next to him, but when time had passed, she'd gotten used to it. While he was gone, frozen in carbonite, she could hardly sleep at all. Nor did she want to. Every night, she woke up, crying. She had lost Han to the carbonite over and over again. Every time she fell asleep. Luckely,the nightmares had vanished at some point after Hans returne.
Where was he now? Where was Luke? Luke had been so distant latly. It started right after Cloud City. Somehow, that fight with Vader had affected him badly. He acted like he was ashamed of something, and at the same time, afraid. Even now, he showed something of the distance, but after his trip to Dagobah, he'd been distant in another kind of way. Leia knew his master Yoda, had died, but there was more to Luke then that. Sometimes, Leia spotted him staring at her with both sadness and love in his eyes. She knew he cared about her, and she cared about him to, and it was tearing her to pieces to see him like this. He was hiding something, and he was hiding it well.
She tried to stay awake, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle. So much had happened, and it had drained her from all the energy she might have had. On top of that, she couldn't help but feel relaxed by Gimili's snoring. But Leia would not stop fighting, even if she knew she would lose.
"Where am I?" Leia thought. She was standing in the middle of a forest. Suddenly a sound made the blood in her veins freeze. The harsh sound of breathing of a respirator. She knew that sound.
//Darth Vader!//
She wanted to run, but her legs would not carry her. It felt like her feet's was frozen into a block of carbonit.
The sound drew closer, and suddenly he was standing right in front of her.
The sun was setting , and the hills were bated in blood. Vader , shading the blood of the sky, making it seam more horrible than ever. He was laughing a cold, evil laugh.
"Looks like your going to lose your beloved smuggler, Princess." Vader said, making Leia feel chills running down her spine. He moved to the right, and as he pulled his cape, a shape on the ground unfolded. I was a man. Blood was streaming from a cut above his eye and his mouth. His face was covered in bruises, his hands and feet's was tied, and his clothes were damaged. He fought hard to breath, but he seamed unconscious. She instantly knew who it was, but she wouldn't admit it. This wasn't supposed to happen. She just got him back, and now he was taken away, once again. She tried to kneel down beside him, tried to say something, but she couldn't.
The world started spinning, and she cried from the top of her lounges...
Authors second note: I thought you needed a cliffhanger. Mwahaha... Inhale...Exhale... It is true. I am evil. I demand 5 reviews before I update. Feels good to write cliffs. Maybe I should do it more. What do ya think? BTW, sorry for writing such a short chapter. And yes, the man on the ground was Han Solo. I said "smuggler", didn't I? How can I do such horrible things to my favorite character? Easy, I'm evil, remember?
What will happen to Luke and Linelien? Tune in next week!
Disclaimer: Have a beard, I do not. Wear flannel, I don't. Then I do not own Star Wars. George Lucas have a beard. Wear flannel, he does, all the time. Then he must own Star Wars. A man I am not. Fight in WWI, I did not. I did not die in 1973. That must mean I'm not Tolkien. Own Lord of the Rings, he does. Not me. A teenage girl, I am. Writing and reading fanfiction, I am. That must mean I am Culf. Own the plot and Linelien, I do. Lucky I am, but not that lucky.
Authors note: VI chapter is up. Oooh... Leia will not fall in love with Legolas, but will he love her??? Evil, me? Muahaha...! J/K
They had been riding for an entire day, and Leias rear was getting sore. That was, however, not the thing that worried her. She wanted to search for Han, Luke and the rebel alliance. They could be in trouble, and she would not let them down. She had to find them. The Death Star must be operational by now, and she should have seen either a big explosion in the sky, or this moon should have been blown up already. What had happened?
They had set camp, and a fire was now burning. The world changed when night occurred. Color turned into shades of gray, making the world seam hostile. The crackling fire chased the cold away, but she could feel it trying to creep up on her from behind. Nothing was the way they were supposed to, and the fact that Leia didn't know what was happening, scared her like nothing else could. She hadn't felt like this since Han had been froze. She was not going to sitt still, worrying. She was going to get answers.
When Legolas and Gimili fell asleep, she would escape, searching out the answeres she needed. The trouble was that Legolas did not seem to ever fall asleep. He was just sitting there, staring blanckly at her. Gimili had been sleeping for some time now. His snoring reminded her of Han. It had been driving her mad to sleep in the room next to him, but when time had passed, she'd gotten used to it. While he was gone, frozen in carbonite, she could hardly sleep at all. Nor did she want to. Every night, she woke up, crying. She had lost Han to the carbonite over and over again. Every time she fell asleep. Luckely,the nightmares had vanished at some point after Hans returne.
Where was he now? Where was Luke? Luke had been so distant latly. It started right after Cloud City. Somehow, that fight with Vader had affected him badly. He acted like he was ashamed of something, and at the same time, afraid. Even now, he showed something of the distance, but after his trip to Dagobah, he'd been distant in another kind of way. Leia knew his master Yoda, had died, but there was more to Luke then that. Sometimes, Leia spotted him staring at her with both sadness and love in his eyes. She knew he cared about her, and she cared about him to, and it was tearing her to pieces to see him like this. He was hiding something, and he was hiding it well.
She tried to stay awake, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle. So much had happened, and it had drained her from all the energy she might have had. On top of that, she couldn't help but feel relaxed by Gimili's snoring. But Leia would not stop fighting, even if she knew she would lose.
"Where am I?" Leia thought. She was standing in the middle of a forest. Suddenly a sound made the blood in her veins freeze. The harsh sound of breathing of a respirator. She knew that sound.
//Darth Vader!//
She wanted to run, but her legs would not carry her. It felt like her feet's was frozen into a block of carbonit.
The sound drew closer, and suddenly he was standing right in front of her.
The sun was setting , and the hills were bated in blood. Vader , shading the blood of the sky, making it seam more horrible than ever. He was laughing a cold, evil laugh.
"Looks like your going to lose your beloved smuggler, Princess." Vader said, making Leia feel chills running down her spine. He moved to the right, and as he pulled his cape, a shape on the ground unfolded. I was a man. Blood was streaming from a cut above his eye and his mouth. His face was covered in bruises, his hands and feet's was tied, and his clothes were damaged. He fought hard to breath, but he seamed unconscious. She instantly knew who it was, but she wouldn't admit it. This wasn't supposed to happen. She just got him back, and now he was taken away, once again. She tried to kneel down beside him, tried to say something, but she couldn't.
The world started spinning, and she cried from the top of her lounges...
Authors second note: I thought you needed a cliffhanger. Mwahaha... Inhale...Exhale... It is true. I am evil. I demand 5 reviews before I update. Feels good to write cliffs. Maybe I should do it more. What do ya think? BTW, sorry for writing such a short chapter. And yes, the man on the ground was Han Solo. I said "smuggler", didn't I? How can I do such horrible things to my favorite character? Easy, I'm evil, remember?
What will happen to Luke and Linelien? Tune in next week!