(Okay everybody, here's your next chapter, but I'll warn you, these may start coming few and far apart, as if I don't have my driver's license by next month, I will lose my permission to hang out with my 'Trekkie Crew,' and yes, I just now realize what a bad pun that made. Beware! This chapter will either be very good, or very bad. I don't know which yet because I haven't written it yet. I've done an ultra-dramatic scene for Luke, now it's Anakin's turn, and just for sheer horror, I think it should probably be rated more than PG-13, but I don't think it needs an R, so I'll leave as is. Just remember, it's a dream! Not real. Actually, I've had the idea of Anakin's dream sequence in my mind for several years, but I couldn't think what to apply it to.)
Chapter 6
There it was again. The same dreading feeling he had gotten bits of at Vader's fortress. The room he stood in, in his dream, was so wide, and so tall, that in the darkness he stood in he could see neither the walls nor ceiling. All there was, was the dimly visable floor, and darkness. He held his hand up to see if he could see it. Everything was so grey.
He felt, more than heard, footsteps behind him. He turned around only to realize he didn't know where they were coming from, as the chamber echoed so much.
There was a movement from what was now behind him. He turned around again, his eyes scanning.
The girl stepped out of the dark shadow that filled the room. Her hair had been pulled into a loose twist, strands of it falling out around her shoulders. She wore a long purple gown. Her face had been painted like that of a Nabonian ceramic doll his sister had once owned. Her face was an unnatural white, of some gloss-like paint. There was a briliant green stem drawn diagonally across her face, with a large rose bloom on one eye. The petals of the picture of the rose bloom sparkled with glitter-outlines.
He reached up one hand to see if she was real. As his hand got closer to her face she didn't shy away, she didn't move. He very lightly felt his fingers tap her cheek. Out of nowhere, long breaking cracks developed on her face where he had touched her. They grew and branched, and spread, like glass put under too much pressure, leaking thick red blood. All at once she fell apart, in paper-thin glass pieces onto the floor, spilling gallons of blood in a circle of black on the grey floor in the great darkness.
As the blood spread, the pieces of glass in the puddle made it look more and more familiar. Anakin couldn't figure out what shape it was taking until there was no mistaking it. It was the mask and helmet of Darth Vader, drawn up in her blood.
Anakin woke, horrified at the image he had just seen.
*()*()*()*
In the morning, after breakfast, Luke, Mara and Anakin all came back to the storage room. Anakin pulled the tarp off of the carbonite statue.
Mara had some first-aid things set up. Luke walked around to the back of the statue, where he had noticed previously there was a control panel.
The panel was relatively simple to understand. He hit a few buttons.
The black carbonite began to evaporate. It very slowly disappeared, revealing all of the girl's color. Her clothes were blue, her fingernails painted pale pink, and she had full, dark pink lips. Her skin was pale-cream colored. Anakin thought how much she looked like his mother.
He had expected the girl to fall once the carbonite was gone, but it wasn't what was holding her up. Luke stepped up onto the large block of carbonite the statue had been affixed to. He very carefully lifted, and shifted her off of a metal frame that had been holding her up. He picked her up, once she was clear of the frame, and stepped down. Anakin could hear her muttering something, and trying to see Luke's face. Anakin's father had told him that when he came out of the carbonite he was in, he couldn't see. Luke spoke quietly, trying to calm her, though she showed no signs of being afraid or panicked whatsoever.
He sat her down on the table where Mara had put the first-aid things. She didn't have her bearings yet, and slumped foreward, leaning her head on Luke's shoulder. She stiffened, and put a hand to the side of his face. Luke thought about his old, resurfaced memory, while Anakin remembered his dream from the previous night.
"Papa?" the girl guessed, her voice little more than a whisper. "But where's your mask?" She was silent for a moment, and before Luke could speak, she put her other hand up to his face, and smiled. Her voice gave away how tired she was. "Luke! You're safe! I was so afraid something was going to happen to you. But you're so much older... How long was I...?"
"Decades." Luke answered.
"Wow. I mean, I know Ben said I sleep too much, but this is rediculous." she muttered to herself.
Luke gave a small smile. "It's alright, you're perfectly safe here. You need to rest. You can catch up on everything that's happened in the time you were suspended after you've recovered."
Chapter 6
There it was again. The same dreading feeling he had gotten bits of at Vader's fortress. The room he stood in, in his dream, was so wide, and so tall, that in the darkness he stood in he could see neither the walls nor ceiling. All there was, was the dimly visable floor, and darkness. He held his hand up to see if he could see it. Everything was so grey.
He felt, more than heard, footsteps behind him. He turned around only to realize he didn't know where they were coming from, as the chamber echoed so much.
There was a movement from what was now behind him. He turned around again, his eyes scanning.
The girl stepped out of the dark shadow that filled the room. Her hair had been pulled into a loose twist, strands of it falling out around her shoulders. She wore a long purple gown. Her face had been painted like that of a Nabonian ceramic doll his sister had once owned. Her face was an unnatural white, of some gloss-like paint. There was a briliant green stem drawn diagonally across her face, with a large rose bloom on one eye. The petals of the picture of the rose bloom sparkled with glitter-outlines.
He reached up one hand to see if she was real. As his hand got closer to her face she didn't shy away, she didn't move. He very lightly felt his fingers tap her cheek. Out of nowhere, long breaking cracks developed on her face where he had touched her. They grew and branched, and spread, like glass put under too much pressure, leaking thick red blood. All at once she fell apart, in paper-thin glass pieces onto the floor, spilling gallons of blood in a circle of black on the grey floor in the great darkness.
As the blood spread, the pieces of glass in the puddle made it look more and more familiar. Anakin couldn't figure out what shape it was taking until there was no mistaking it. It was the mask and helmet of Darth Vader, drawn up in her blood.
Anakin woke, horrified at the image he had just seen.
*()*()*()*
In the morning, after breakfast, Luke, Mara and Anakin all came back to the storage room. Anakin pulled the tarp off of the carbonite statue.
Mara had some first-aid things set up. Luke walked around to the back of the statue, where he had noticed previously there was a control panel.
The panel was relatively simple to understand. He hit a few buttons.
The black carbonite began to evaporate. It very slowly disappeared, revealing all of the girl's color. Her clothes were blue, her fingernails painted pale pink, and she had full, dark pink lips. Her skin was pale-cream colored. Anakin thought how much she looked like his mother.
He had expected the girl to fall once the carbonite was gone, but it wasn't what was holding her up. Luke stepped up onto the large block of carbonite the statue had been affixed to. He very carefully lifted, and shifted her off of a metal frame that had been holding her up. He picked her up, once she was clear of the frame, and stepped down. Anakin could hear her muttering something, and trying to see Luke's face. Anakin's father had told him that when he came out of the carbonite he was in, he couldn't see. Luke spoke quietly, trying to calm her, though she showed no signs of being afraid or panicked whatsoever.
He sat her down on the table where Mara had put the first-aid things. She didn't have her bearings yet, and slumped foreward, leaning her head on Luke's shoulder. She stiffened, and put a hand to the side of his face. Luke thought about his old, resurfaced memory, while Anakin remembered his dream from the previous night.
"Papa?" the girl guessed, her voice little more than a whisper. "But where's your mask?" She was silent for a moment, and before Luke could speak, she put her other hand up to his face, and smiled. Her voice gave away how tired she was. "Luke! You're safe! I was so afraid something was going to happen to you. But you're so much older... How long was I...?"
"Decades." Luke answered.
"Wow. I mean, I know Ben said I sleep too much, but this is rediculous." she muttered to herself.
Luke gave a small smile. "It's alright, you're perfectly safe here. You need to rest. You can catch up on everything that's happened in the time you were suspended after you've recovered."