Title: Civil War Author: Cyher
Chapter 3
Luke left the Solo home not knowing where to go or what to do. He knew he didn't want to get back in his x-wing and make the flight back to Yavin tonight. After walking the streets of Coruscant for what seemed like forever, Luke stopped in front of a hotel. It was a nice hotel, but nothing anyone would expect the great Luke Skywalker to stay in. He smiled to himself. That was the good part about fame. The more people thought they knew about you, the less they actually did.
Luke walked into the lobby and signed himself into a room under the name Lucas Darklighter, once again assuming the surname of Biggs, his childhood friend. After assuring the deskman that he only bore an amazing resemblance to Luke Skywalker, he got his key and retired to his room.
As Luke got ready for bed, he played the argument between him and Leia over in his head. Despite all his training, he couldn't help but feel angry and sad about his sister's order to "leave her alone". He was angry because Leia couldn't see how important this was to him. She wouldn't even acknowledge the fact that this subject has been paining him ever since she met him. And he was sad, because Leia was one of the few people left that Luke could say he was really close to. He didn't want to lose that bond, but at the moment he felt the bond never existed. Pondering what he should do next, Luke drifted off to sleep.
"Luke..Luke." A voice murmured in Luke's ear.
"Wha-" Luke said as he rolled over and woke up. Slowly he opened his eyes, and allowed them to adjust to the darkness looking for the speaker. Seeing no one he decided it must have been a dream and started to go back to sleep when he heard the voice again.
"Who is it? Who's there??" Luke questioned. "Ben?"
Suddenly, shimmering image appeared in the darkness in the form of Ben Kenobi, Luke's first mentor and dear friend.
"Luke," Ben said, "You will return to Tatooine,"
"Tatooine?" Luke questioned, "why?"
"You're people need you, Luke."
"My people? What? Ben, what's going on?" Luke asked again.
"There you will find the answers you seek, but you must hurry before it's too late."
With that, Ben disappeared and left Luke alone in the room. He allowed himself a minute to sit in bed and process the whole thing before leaping up and dressing. He still wasn't sure what he was supposed to be going to Tattooine for, but ghostly messages from Ben or Yoda were never things to be ignored, no matter how cryptic they seemed to be.
He stepped out of his room and started walking to the front desk when a thought hit him like ton of perma-crete. He left Artoo at Leia's. It was three in the morning. He wouldn't go to his sister's house at this hour even if he wanted to. And so he made the decision to wait it out until morning, when he could slip in after Leia left for the office and Han dropped the kids off at school.
***The Solo Home***
The next morning Leia awoke to find her husband not in bed with her. She wondered where Han was, but as the smell of fresh coffee and bacon reached her nose, she realized he was in the kitchen. She smiled. Han always knew what to do to cheer her up.
When she went into the dining room she was amazed to see the twins clean and ready for school. "Han, what time did you get up??" Leia asked jokingly. This was one of the best breakfasts Leia had ever had. It turned slightly sour though, as the kids went to grab their school things.
"So, Leia what are you're plans for lunch?" Han asked.
"Oh I don't know. We're still pretty busy, I'll probably just grab something from a vendor. What about you?"
"Well," Han replied, "I thought I might see if Luke wanted to have lunch with me-"
Leia's expression changed to one of annoyance at Han's words.
"Oh come on, Leia, you can't stay mad at the kid forever!" Han said.
"I know that Han!" Leia snapped, "but I need some time to get used to all of this! Can't I have some time? Why do I always have to be the one that's forced into changing-"
Han pulled Leia towards him into a soft, gentle kiss.
"I'm sorry," Han whispered, "Take all the time you need."
That said, the Solo's left the house to start their busy days.
******
Luke watched his sister and her family as they left the house. Once they were out of sight, he silently walked toward the door and let himself in. In an instant Artoo was wheeling in front of him whistling indignantly. "I'm sorry, all right?" Luke said, trying to calm the droid. "I was upset when I left, and just wasn't thinking." Artoo gave a few more beeps that sounded rather forgiving. "Let's just go, okay?" Luke said, ushering the small droid towards the door.
"Oh, Master Luke, you've returned!" Threepio called from the hallway as he bustled toward the jedi. "Artoo was quite distraught when you left without him. You just missed Mistress Leia. Should I call for her? It would be no trouble at all-" Luke grabbed Threepio's arm as he reached for the comlink.
"That won't be necessary," he said. "Artoo and I will just be on our way."
"Oh, I see. What should I tell Mistress Leia if she asks?"
Luke thought for a moment. He wasn't ready to talk to Leia, and he doubted she was in a hurry to find him. Finally, Luke answered. "If she asks.tell her.tell her I've gone home."
****** Luke gave a sigh of relief as he left the orbit of Yavin IV. He was amazed at the ease with which he was able to leave the Academy. In fact, he faced less questions from his students - no - his colleagues, than he did from Threepio. Luke's presence really wasn't required at the Academy much, anymore. Many of his students had moved forward, and were now training the young learners. Luke looked forward to the day when there would be enough Jedi to restore the Jedi Order and it's Council.
Luke shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position. Having a hyper drive in the X-wing had it's advantages, but it made the small space even more cramped. When he was comfortable, he put the ship on auto pilot and drifted into a Jedi trance.
***Tatooine***
Luke was awakened from his trance by a few short beeps from Artoo. Looking at his navigation screen, he saw that he was just a few minutes away from his home planet. He carefully selected a quiet, out of the way place to make his landing and set a course for it.
He stared at the brown, dry planet and heaved a huge sigh before entering its atmosphere. Of all the places he'd been in his life, Tatooine had to be his least favorite. As the blackness of space was left behind, Luke noticed that the X-Wing became increasingly difficult to maneuver. "Artoo, once we're on the ground, I want you to run a diagnostics test on the ship," Luke said. "Artoo?" he repeated when there was no answer. Something wasn't right. Quickly Luke looked over all the screens in the cock-pit, and found that nothing was working. As the ground grew closer and closer, Luke tried to reboot the system. Nothing. He tried to re- route power, so he could at least slow down. Nothing. There wasn't even enough power in the ship to eject. Luke Skywalker was spiraling towards the ground in a dead ship with no droid and little hope. Despite all his jedi training, he was beginning to panic.
Chapter 3
Luke left the Solo home not knowing where to go or what to do. He knew he didn't want to get back in his x-wing and make the flight back to Yavin tonight. After walking the streets of Coruscant for what seemed like forever, Luke stopped in front of a hotel. It was a nice hotel, but nothing anyone would expect the great Luke Skywalker to stay in. He smiled to himself. That was the good part about fame. The more people thought they knew about you, the less they actually did.
Luke walked into the lobby and signed himself into a room under the name Lucas Darklighter, once again assuming the surname of Biggs, his childhood friend. After assuring the deskman that he only bore an amazing resemblance to Luke Skywalker, he got his key and retired to his room.
As Luke got ready for bed, he played the argument between him and Leia over in his head. Despite all his training, he couldn't help but feel angry and sad about his sister's order to "leave her alone". He was angry because Leia couldn't see how important this was to him. She wouldn't even acknowledge the fact that this subject has been paining him ever since she met him. And he was sad, because Leia was one of the few people left that Luke could say he was really close to. He didn't want to lose that bond, but at the moment he felt the bond never existed. Pondering what he should do next, Luke drifted off to sleep.
"Luke..Luke." A voice murmured in Luke's ear.
"Wha-" Luke said as he rolled over and woke up. Slowly he opened his eyes, and allowed them to adjust to the darkness looking for the speaker. Seeing no one he decided it must have been a dream and started to go back to sleep when he heard the voice again.
"Who is it? Who's there??" Luke questioned. "Ben?"
Suddenly, shimmering image appeared in the darkness in the form of Ben Kenobi, Luke's first mentor and dear friend.
"Luke," Ben said, "You will return to Tatooine,"
"Tatooine?" Luke questioned, "why?"
"You're people need you, Luke."
"My people? What? Ben, what's going on?" Luke asked again.
"There you will find the answers you seek, but you must hurry before it's too late."
With that, Ben disappeared and left Luke alone in the room. He allowed himself a minute to sit in bed and process the whole thing before leaping up and dressing. He still wasn't sure what he was supposed to be going to Tattooine for, but ghostly messages from Ben or Yoda were never things to be ignored, no matter how cryptic they seemed to be.
He stepped out of his room and started walking to the front desk when a thought hit him like ton of perma-crete. He left Artoo at Leia's. It was three in the morning. He wouldn't go to his sister's house at this hour even if he wanted to. And so he made the decision to wait it out until morning, when he could slip in after Leia left for the office and Han dropped the kids off at school.
***The Solo Home***
The next morning Leia awoke to find her husband not in bed with her. She wondered where Han was, but as the smell of fresh coffee and bacon reached her nose, she realized he was in the kitchen. She smiled. Han always knew what to do to cheer her up.
When she went into the dining room she was amazed to see the twins clean and ready for school. "Han, what time did you get up??" Leia asked jokingly. This was one of the best breakfasts Leia had ever had. It turned slightly sour though, as the kids went to grab their school things.
"So, Leia what are you're plans for lunch?" Han asked.
"Oh I don't know. We're still pretty busy, I'll probably just grab something from a vendor. What about you?"
"Well," Han replied, "I thought I might see if Luke wanted to have lunch with me-"
Leia's expression changed to one of annoyance at Han's words.
"Oh come on, Leia, you can't stay mad at the kid forever!" Han said.
"I know that Han!" Leia snapped, "but I need some time to get used to all of this! Can't I have some time? Why do I always have to be the one that's forced into changing-"
Han pulled Leia towards him into a soft, gentle kiss.
"I'm sorry," Han whispered, "Take all the time you need."
That said, the Solo's left the house to start their busy days.
******
Luke watched his sister and her family as they left the house. Once they were out of sight, he silently walked toward the door and let himself in. In an instant Artoo was wheeling in front of him whistling indignantly. "I'm sorry, all right?" Luke said, trying to calm the droid. "I was upset when I left, and just wasn't thinking." Artoo gave a few more beeps that sounded rather forgiving. "Let's just go, okay?" Luke said, ushering the small droid towards the door.
"Oh, Master Luke, you've returned!" Threepio called from the hallway as he bustled toward the jedi. "Artoo was quite distraught when you left without him. You just missed Mistress Leia. Should I call for her? It would be no trouble at all-" Luke grabbed Threepio's arm as he reached for the comlink.
"That won't be necessary," he said. "Artoo and I will just be on our way."
"Oh, I see. What should I tell Mistress Leia if she asks?"
Luke thought for a moment. He wasn't ready to talk to Leia, and he doubted she was in a hurry to find him. Finally, Luke answered. "If she asks.tell her.tell her I've gone home."
****** Luke gave a sigh of relief as he left the orbit of Yavin IV. He was amazed at the ease with which he was able to leave the Academy. In fact, he faced less questions from his students - no - his colleagues, than he did from Threepio. Luke's presence really wasn't required at the Academy much, anymore. Many of his students had moved forward, and were now training the young learners. Luke looked forward to the day when there would be enough Jedi to restore the Jedi Order and it's Council.
Luke shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position. Having a hyper drive in the X-wing had it's advantages, but it made the small space even more cramped. When he was comfortable, he put the ship on auto pilot and drifted into a Jedi trance.
***Tatooine***
Luke was awakened from his trance by a few short beeps from Artoo. Looking at his navigation screen, he saw that he was just a few minutes away from his home planet. He carefully selected a quiet, out of the way place to make his landing and set a course for it.
He stared at the brown, dry planet and heaved a huge sigh before entering its atmosphere. Of all the places he'd been in his life, Tatooine had to be his least favorite. As the blackness of space was left behind, Luke noticed that the X-Wing became increasingly difficult to maneuver. "Artoo, once we're on the ground, I want you to run a diagnostics test on the ship," Luke said. "Artoo?" he repeated when there was no answer. Something wasn't right. Quickly Luke looked over all the screens in the cock-pit, and found that nothing was working. As the ground grew closer and closer, Luke tried to reboot the system. Nothing. He tried to re- route power, so he could at least slow down. Nothing. There wasn't even enough power in the ship to eject. Luke Skywalker was spiraling towards the ground in a dead ship with no droid and little hope. Despite all his jedi training, he was beginning to panic.