Thanks so much to all reviewers; you guys are awesome! *Skips around the
room while attracting strange stares from the cat* ok, anyway.
Here's the deal w/ the time travel thing. I'm not sure if I managed to quite get this across in chapter one. Leia will meet various characters and participate in their lives, but it's sort of like an alternate universe staged for her benefit. In other words, she will not change any events (shameless promotion of other story: I do have another fic where history is different) and no one will remember her being there because in the "real world" it won't have happened at all. Ya know, I still don't think that makes any sense, but hopefully any weirdness can just be attributed to the mystery of The Force.
Also, time periods will skip backwards and forwards so you might see Anakin the 23 year old, then Anakin the 8 year old.
Now then, on with the story! Please Review, I love to hear from readers!
The doors whooshed open and Leia stepped inside the diner. Music was blaring and there was a strange smell in the air. She didn't know which scared her more, the fact that she had just traveled back in time or the fact that this whole ordeal didn't seem strange to her.
"I'm here," she said to no one in particular. She walked toward the bar, not knowing what else to do.
"What can I get ya, honey?" A waitress droid asked her.
"Um, I guess a Teracasta," Leia said, naming her favorite drink. She hadn't had one since the destruction of Alderaan.
"Humph, I swear, no one, no one ever wants anything simple any more. No one wants a simple drink born in bred in Corusaunt," the droid said, throwing up her hands in 'what's to be done' type gesture.
"Ummm, sorry. . ." Leia broke off, realizing how ridiculous it was to apologize to a machine, even one as opinionated as this one.
"Humph! One minute Ruby Bliels from Tatooine," here she shot a fond glare at a cloaked figure sitting a few stools down, "the next Teracastas from Alderaan. Oh no, don't apologize properly, I'm just a droid, what do I know?" She clattered away to fix the drink.
Leia began to laugh. "I don't think I've ever been told off by a machine before," she muttered.
"Most people haven't been. All of Dex's droids are like that, though. I guess he likes a volatile staff," the cloaked figure remarked. He turned to her. There was a grin on his face. "Don't expect prompt service, either."
Leia turned to face him, a smile spreading across her own face. The top of his face was still hidden in shadow, but she could feel his eyes on her.
"Why are you staring at me?" she asked the man.
"You look rather shockingly like someone I know. Where are you from?"
"I was from-" No, Leia thought, this is before the Death Star. "I'm from Alderaan. Who are you?"
"Some one who doesn't randomly give out information to potentially dangerous villains."
"Do I really look that shifty?" Leia asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, absolutely," he said, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly.
Leia looked up and down, trying to find some clue as to who he might be. He was young, she thought, maybe around 18.
"What are you doing here? Do you work on Corusaunt?" She asked.
"You could say that. I'm waiting for some one. And you?"
"I'm talking to you. Other than that, I'm not quite sure what I'm doing here."
"Here ya are," said the droid slamming down the purple drink in front of Leia.
"Thanks," Leia said.
"No one appreciates me properly!" the droid declared. Leia began to giggle.
"Aww, Come on, you know I appreciate your slow service and mercurial temperament," the man said in a teasing tone.
"Humph!" the droid sounded amused. "Finish your absurd Ruby Bliel, Jedi Boy!" She stomped off.
"Jedi!" Leia raised her eyebrows.
"Yes, Jedi. Who are you? You hold yourself just like P-. . . you hold yourself like you're in charge, like you know just what your doing."
"I haven't felt that way in a long time. Any way, I don't share information with cloaked Jedi I know nothing about."
"Fair enough," he pulled his hood back and Leia's eyes widened. Those eyes, that chin, they were Luke's. This couldn't be Vader. No, she told herself. Vader wouldn't tease kitchen droids or smile like that. At this time there were thousands of Jedi. Probably, she thought sarcastically, more than one had blue eyes. She opened her mouth to ask his name, but discovered she didn't want to know it. If by some chance this was Vader, she didn't want to know.
"What's it like, being a Jedi?" Leia said, asking the first question that came to mind.
"Hard, but worthwhile. One of the best parts is all the worlds you get to visit."
Leia rolled her eyes, whoever he was, he sounded just like Luke. She remembered asking him about his time with Yoda.
~Flashback~
"What was it like, learning from one of the old Jedi Masters?" Leia had asked.
Luke had considered for a minute before saying, "It was difficult, but I learned much."
~End flashback~
"Are you Jedi required to give methodical not-answers?" Leia asked.
The Jedi laughed. "Yes, it's part of the code, it's written right between the part about internal peace and the bit about having few possessions." He was grinning at her.
"I suspected as much," Leia said solemnly, trying not to smile at him. "Have you ever been to Alderaan?"
"Yes. My Master and I went there on a mission a little over two years ago."
"I don't suppose you could tell me what your mission was?"
"You suppose correctly, M'lady," he answered still smirking.
"Your Master?" She asked, just noticing this title. She had heard Luke talk about 'Master Yoda' and 'Master Kenobi', but she had never heard them referred to simply as 'Master'. She wasn't sure if she liked the idea of calling a person 'Master'. She shuddered, it reminded her of her brief stay with Jabba as a slave.
"I'm a Padawan," he explained. Leia remembered that that was a Jedi in training. "Now that you know about me, who are you?" "I'm. . ." she didn't know what to say. Somehow, she didn't think Alliance Leader Organa would go over well. Neither would 'Princess' or 'Senator'. "I'm involved in politics," she said carefully,
"And you seemed so nice," he said teasingly.
"What's wrong with Politicians?" Leia said, mock indignantly.
"I haven't got time or inclination to list the things, but when my Master arrives, I'm sure he would be delighted to launch into a diatribe about that very thing. He loves to discuss what's wrong with government these days. I can think of a few politicians I like, who knows? You might turn out to be one of them. You don't seem 'corrupt, egocentric, and self- serving' as my Master would have me believe almost all politicians are."
"I'm flattered," Leia said sarcastically. She sipped her Teracasta, if nothing else; the droid could make a hell of a drink. "You're meeting your Master here? Somehow it doesn't seem like the type of place Jedi would congregate."
"My Master and Dex are old friends. There aren't many Jedi who hang about here. I can think of at least five who would faint at the idea of being on first name terms with some of the people that frequent this place. Apart from talking to me and having a drink, what are you doing here?"
"I heard they made good Teracastas here. I was feeling a little homesick," she lied.
"Hmmmm" he said, looking down at his scarlet drink. For a minute, he seemed much older. But then he brightened and flashed the now familiar grin "I imagine you're here to discuss important political matters with his highness, Prince Organa. Or is it Senator Organa? I'm hopeless with protocol."
"Ummm, yeah. . . something like that. I think it's Senator." Leia said, not quite sure how to respond.
"Sounds like you need a protocol droid, too," the Jedi said.
"Oh, I have one," Leia responded with out thinking. "But I'm usually thankful when he shuts up. He tends to babble on and on just for the sake of hearing himself." I'm starting to sound like Han, she thought to herself.
"That makes me feel better. When I was nine, I made a protocol droid who was also somewhat given to babbling and also, strangely enough, terrible puns. If your droid is like that too, it might not be my fault mine turned out like he did." He smiled. "Not that I didn't like him anyway," he added quickly.
"You made a droid when you were nine?" Leia asked, impressed.
"Yup, not much else to do on Tatooine." He looked saddened.
"You were born on Tatooine?" Leia said, trying to keep from sounding disgusted at the memory of the planet.
"Miserable place to grow up," he said, reverting to his bantering tone.
Leia nodded. "I was there not too long ago." She shuddered again.
"Yeah, Tatooine tends to have that effect on people."
"How did you get to Corusaunt?"
"An angel brought me," he said, his tone was still joking, but there was something strange in his eyes.
We may have something in common, Leia thought.
"Why are you meeting your Master here?" she asked.
"We're leaving for Ansion tomorrow. It's kind of tradition to come here before we go on a mission. He's still getting briefed on the . a. situation. I generally need good drinks or food to keep me from falling asleep while he recites or reads all the information on the world we're traveling to."
"You're not a scholar, I take it?"
He chuckled. "Not quite. I like to be out there, doing, rather than in here, listening."
"Your master must find you exasperating," Leia said teasingly.
"Tremendously. He's a bit stuck on conventions. Sometimes downright boring."
"I heard that, Anakin," said a man stepping through the door behind Leia.
Anakin! Leia thought. NO! It couldn't be. Luke had said that was Vader's name. Maybe it's a fairly common name, she rationalized.
"Ahhh, Master, delighted to see you. Do we really have to go over all those data pads?" Anakin said, nodding towards the bundle the other man was carrying.
"Every last one," said the man, grinning. Anakin groaned.
"Oh," he looked towards Leia. "I've decided that you might not be as shifty as first appearances suggest. This is my Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan, meet."
"Leia," She managed to say. Kenobi?! If this was Obi-Wan Kenobi then the blue-eyed Jedi must be-
"I'm Anakin Skywalker, by the way." He said, grin still in place.
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A/N: What do you think? Flowers? Tomatoes? Got thoughts, complements, complaints, criticisms, or anything else to say? Then you know what to do! Click the box. Go on click it. Hmmmm, I may have to enlist the help of a Jedi to use Force suggestions to get me some reviews. Of course, if you like Star Wars, you can't really be weak minded. Hmmmm. ~Tootles, (until the next chapter) Beachglass5387
Here's the deal w/ the time travel thing. I'm not sure if I managed to quite get this across in chapter one. Leia will meet various characters and participate in their lives, but it's sort of like an alternate universe staged for her benefit. In other words, she will not change any events (shameless promotion of other story: I do have another fic where history is different) and no one will remember her being there because in the "real world" it won't have happened at all. Ya know, I still don't think that makes any sense, but hopefully any weirdness can just be attributed to the mystery of The Force.
Also, time periods will skip backwards and forwards so you might see Anakin the 23 year old, then Anakin the 8 year old.
Now then, on with the story! Please Review, I love to hear from readers!
The doors whooshed open and Leia stepped inside the diner. Music was blaring and there was a strange smell in the air. She didn't know which scared her more, the fact that she had just traveled back in time or the fact that this whole ordeal didn't seem strange to her.
"I'm here," she said to no one in particular. She walked toward the bar, not knowing what else to do.
"What can I get ya, honey?" A waitress droid asked her.
"Um, I guess a Teracasta," Leia said, naming her favorite drink. She hadn't had one since the destruction of Alderaan.
"Humph, I swear, no one, no one ever wants anything simple any more. No one wants a simple drink born in bred in Corusaunt," the droid said, throwing up her hands in 'what's to be done' type gesture.
"Ummm, sorry. . ." Leia broke off, realizing how ridiculous it was to apologize to a machine, even one as opinionated as this one.
"Humph! One minute Ruby Bliels from Tatooine," here she shot a fond glare at a cloaked figure sitting a few stools down, "the next Teracastas from Alderaan. Oh no, don't apologize properly, I'm just a droid, what do I know?" She clattered away to fix the drink.
Leia began to laugh. "I don't think I've ever been told off by a machine before," she muttered.
"Most people haven't been. All of Dex's droids are like that, though. I guess he likes a volatile staff," the cloaked figure remarked. He turned to her. There was a grin on his face. "Don't expect prompt service, either."
Leia turned to face him, a smile spreading across her own face. The top of his face was still hidden in shadow, but she could feel his eyes on her.
"Why are you staring at me?" she asked the man.
"You look rather shockingly like someone I know. Where are you from?"
"I was from-" No, Leia thought, this is before the Death Star. "I'm from Alderaan. Who are you?"
"Some one who doesn't randomly give out information to potentially dangerous villains."
"Do I really look that shifty?" Leia asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, absolutely," he said, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly.
Leia looked up and down, trying to find some clue as to who he might be. He was young, she thought, maybe around 18.
"What are you doing here? Do you work on Corusaunt?" She asked.
"You could say that. I'm waiting for some one. And you?"
"I'm talking to you. Other than that, I'm not quite sure what I'm doing here."
"Here ya are," said the droid slamming down the purple drink in front of Leia.
"Thanks," Leia said.
"No one appreciates me properly!" the droid declared. Leia began to giggle.
"Aww, Come on, you know I appreciate your slow service and mercurial temperament," the man said in a teasing tone.
"Humph!" the droid sounded amused. "Finish your absurd Ruby Bliel, Jedi Boy!" She stomped off.
"Jedi!" Leia raised her eyebrows.
"Yes, Jedi. Who are you? You hold yourself just like P-. . . you hold yourself like you're in charge, like you know just what your doing."
"I haven't felt that way in a long time. Any way, I don't share information with cloaked Jedi I know nothing about."
"Fair enough," he pulled his hood back and Leia's eyes widened. Those eyes, that chin, they were Luke's. This couldn't be Vader. No, she told herself. Vader wouldn't tease kitchen droids or smile like that. At this time there were thousands of Jedi. Probably, she thought sarcastically, more than one had blue eyes. She opened her mouth to ask his name, but discovered she didn't want to know it. If by some chance this was Vader, she didn't want to know.
"What's it like, being a Jedi?" Leia said, asking the first question that came to mind.
"Hard, but worthwhile. One of the best parts is all the worlds you get to visit."
Leia rolled her eyes, whoever he was, he sounded just like Luke. She remembered asking him about his time with Yoda.
~Flashback~
"What was it like, learning from one of the old Jedi Masters?" Leia had asked.
Luke had considered for a minute before saying, "It was difficult, but I learned much."
~End flashback~
"Are you Jedi required to give methodical not-answers?" Leia asked.
The Jedi laughed. "Yes, it's part of the code, it's written right between the part about internal peace and the bit about having few possessions." He was grinning at her.
"I suspected as much," Leia said solemnly, trying not to smile at him. "Have you ever been to Alderaan?"
"Yes. My Master and I went there on a mission a little over two years ago."
"I don't suppose you could tell me what your mission was?"
"You suppose correctly, M'lady," he answered still smirking.
"Your Master?" She asked, just noticing this title. She had heard Luke talk about 'Master Yoda' and 'Master Kenobi', but she had never heard them referred to simply as 'Master'. She wasn't sure if she liked the idea of calling a person 'Master'. She shuddered, it reminded her of her brief stay with Jabba as a slave.
"I'm a Padawan," he explained. Leia remembered that that was a Jedi in training. "Now that you know about me, who are you?" "I'm. . ." she didn't know what to say. Somehow, she didn't think Alliance Leader Organa would go over well. Neither would 'Princess' or 'Senator'. "I'm involved in politics," she said carefully,
"And you seemed so nice," he said teasingly.
"What's wrong with Politicians?" Leia said, mock indignantly.
"I haven't got time or inclination to list the things, but when my Master arrives, I'm sure he would be delighted to launch into a diatribe about that very thing. He loves to discuss what's wrong with government these days. I can think of a few politicians I like, who knows? You might turn out to be one of them. You don't seem 'corrupt, egocentric, and self- serving' as my Master would have me believe almost all politicians are."
"I'm flattered," Leia said sarcastically. She sipped her Teracasta, if nothing else; the droid could make a hell of a drink. "You're meeting your Master here? Somehow it doesn't seem like the type of place Jedi would congregate."
"My Master and Dex are old friends. There aren't many Jedi who hang about here. I can think of at least five who would faint at the idea of being on first name terms with some of the people that frequent this place. Apart from talking to me and having a drink, what are you doing here?"
"I heard they made good Teracastas here. I was feeling a little homesick," she lied.
"Hmmmm" he said, looking down at his scarlet drink. For a minute, he seemed much older. But then he brightened and flashed the now familiar grin "I imagine you're here to discuss important political matters with his highness, Prince Organa. Or is it Senator Organa? I'm hopeless with protocol."
"Ummm, yeah. . . something like that. I think it's Senator." Leia said, not quite sure how to respond.
"Sounds like you need a protocol droid, too," the Jedi said.
"Oh, I have one," Leia responded with out thinking. "But I'm usually thankful when he shuts up. He tends to babble on and on just for the sake of hearing himself." I'm starting to sound like Han, she thought to herself.
"That makes me feel better. When I was nine, I made a protocol droid who was also somewhat given to babbling and also, strangely enough, terrible puns. If your droid is like that too, it might not be my fault mine turned out like he did." He smiled. "Not that I didn't like him anyway," he added quickly.
"You made a droid when you were nine?" Leia asked, impressed.
"Yup, not much else to do on Tatooine." He looked saddened.
"You were born on Tatooine?" Leia said, trying to keep from sounding disgusted at the memory of the planet.
"Miserable place to grow up," he said, reverting to his bantering tone.
Leia nodded. "I was there not too long ago." She shuddered again.
"Yeah, Tatooine tends to have that effect on people."
"How did you get to Corusaunt?"
"An angel brought me," he said, his tone was still joking, but there was something strange in his eyes.
We may have something in common, Leia thought.
"Why are you meeting your Master here?" she asked.
"We're leaving for Ansion tomorrow. It's kind of tradition to come here before we go on a mission. He's still getting briefed on the . a. situation. I generally need good drinks or food to keep me from falling asleep while he recites or reads all the information on the world we're traveling to."
"You're not a scholar, I take it?"
He chuckled. "Not quite. I like to be out there, doing, rather than in here, listening."
"Your master must find you exasperating," Leia said teasingly.
"Tremendously. He's a bit stuck on conventions. Sometimes downright boring."
"I heard that, Anakin," said a man stepping through the door behind Leia.
Anakin! Leia thought. NO! It couldn't be. Luke had said that was Vader's name. Maybe it's a fairly common name, she rationalized.
"Ahhh, Master, delighted to see you. Do we really have to go over all those data pads?" Anakin said, nodding towards the bundle the other man was carrying.
"Every last one," said the man, grinning. Anakin groaned.
"Oh," he looked towards Leia. "I've decided that you might not be as shifty as first appearances suggest. This is my Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan, meet."
"Leia," She managed to say. Kenobi?! If this was Obi-Wan Kenobi then the blue-eyed Jedi must be-
"I'm Anakin Skywalker, by the way." He said, grin still in place.
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A/N: What do you think? Flowers? Tomatoes? Got thoughts, complements, complaints, criticisms, or anything else to say? Then you know what to do! Click the box. Go on click it. Hmmmm, I may have to enlist the help of a Jedi to use Force suggestions to get me some reviews. Of course, if you like Star Wars, you can't really be weak minded. Hmmmm. ~Tootles, (until the next chapter) Beachglass5387