Disclaimer
I don't own star wars or any other copyrighted characters, though Jamie is
mine and most of the personalities are also figments of My imagination.
Summery
Qui-Gon Survived, long enough to have a daughter who ends up getting taken and sent to earth as a domestic slave. Han Solo who should know how his luck works shouldn't have any thing to do with her, but his anti-compassion center must be broken. We're in some unknown space in time, I've only seen episodes 1, 2, and 4.
"Speech" 'Thoughts' ^Telepathy ^
Chapter 8
It only took a few more days to have Baylee trained to do my old job, now it was time to visit each of the top commanders out in the field, I arrived at the first Base, at the same time as a squadron of X-Wings returned. "I'll need the code phoenix," The voice came over the COM.
"The Phoenix follows the Falcon to the edge of the Galaxy" I said.
Within ten minutes I was doing my post flight checks, on the ground, once those were done I exited my ship, waiting nearby was a man dressed in a flight suit. "Right this way miss, the General is expecting you," He said.
Each commander learned the codes quickly, and I was soon heading back to my friends, and the beginning of my X-Wing training, but first I was bringing the Phoenix back. Luke and Han would meet me at the lot to bring me back to the base, my records of the flights had been falsified, and there was no way of tracing that.
Once on the Falcon, there was no way for Han and Chewie to stop Luke and I from taking turns practicing our light saber skills with a remote, the same remote Luke was using on our way to Alderaan.
"If you think you can do better, you try," Luke challenged me when I started laughing at him for getting hit in the rear end.
"Nope, my rear is sacred," I was grinning.
Luke clipped his lightsaber to his belt, and dropped softly onto one of the chairs. "Where did you get all this stuff from?" Luke asked, looking at the three boxes I had brought from the Phoenix.
"Home, I scanned all my favorite reading material, and a couple newer ones, there are some among the clueless that actually know about, and write the history of the galaxy. There are about six data cards on the history of the Jedi, did you know that Obi-wan's master was Qui Gon Jinn who was trained by count Dooku and later he even trained under Yoda," I said.
"How do you know all this?" Luke asked, "The emperor had that stuff destroyed."
"I guess, that someone either sent it to my home, or there are people who fled to there to get away from the empire, and brought the history with them," I said.
"What other history do you have?" Han asked.
"I found something about you, Han, but it is missing a fair chunk, like every single time I saw you," I grumbled.
"That's funny," Han said with a stupid laugh.
"The one I found about Yavin doesn't even have me in it, it's like they cut me out of your histories," I complained.
Chewie grumbled, "Yes, even you're in them Chewie, everything, even your life debt," I replied, "And your son," I said the last part with a sweet smile.
"Is it a good thing that they're publishing this stuff, it's common domain, right?" Luke said.
"You know what, I never thought of that, but I didn't find any evidence of Imperial presence," I said, "and besides, they aren't written in basic."
We landed at the base about ½ an hour later, Han waited in the landing pattern, even though I suggested that I could probably get us down sooner. We stepped off the ship, waiting on the platform was Wedge Antilles, "Jaime, Luke, come on, we've got some Sims to run."
"Alright," Luke said.
"I take it that means I've been assigned to Red squadron?" I asked.
"Yes, you can't fly a real X-Wing till you get some experience in the Sims, and until you have experience in a real X-Wing, you can't fly missions. You have been assigned to help our mechanic, and the Communications expert," Wedge said as we followed him to the X-Wing hanger.
"So I don't get to fly," I was disappointed.
"Yet, as soon as you've logged enough time in the Sims, then you can fly." Wedge reassured me.
Red Squadron went on two short missions while I was training, when they got back from the second one, I was waiting for them to enter the system, and I escorted them to the hanger in the X-Wing I had been issued just that morning. "Congratulations," Wedge hugged me after we were out of the ships.
"Thanks, it feels great to really be flying again," I was still grinning.
"And now it's time for the post first flight go over, sorry but the rest of your reunion will have to wait," the mechanic, a Corellian named Emmett, said.
"I'll meet you around when I'm done," I said to Wedge and Luke as I turned back to the ship.
"We'll help, it'll go faster, then we can celebrate," Luke said, "You can finally fly with us."
The next morning at dawn, the whole squadron was in the hanger, doing any regular maintenance they could do on their X-Wings, the commander entered the hanger, and we all lined up quickly. "As you were," He said immediately, we all began to wander off, "Flight officer Jinn, may I speak with you."
"Yes sir?" I asked.
"You are the only person in the squadron who I hadn't flown with before I took command of red squadron, I've got no Idea what skills you posses," He said.
"What do you want to know," I said.
"What is your history with the Rebellion?" He asked.
"I worked for the princess until just before Alderaan was destroyed, I did what ever she required of me. She knows what kind of background I come from, so she tried to avoid me doing anything for the rebellion, she told me to go home for awhile, while there I did some thinking, and came back, I know now what must be done," I said.
"I didn't ask why you joined, your file states that you joined the rebellion before you were assigned to red squadron," The commander stated.
"I joined with the intention of flying a fighter, but before I was allowed to do that, I was sent to some out posts in a passenger ship, to do some work," I said.
"What are your technical skills that will keep you alive out there?" the commander asked.
I looked over at Luke before stating, "My biggest ally is my friendships, those I have become friends with know that I'll do what ever I can to protect them, and in return, they do the same."
"What are you looking to do in the rebellion?" He asked.
"I look to increase my skills, and in that destroy as much of the empire as possible," I said.
"What would you do if we beat the Empire?"
"Have you heard of Obi Wan Kenobi?" I asked.
"No, why do you ask?"
"Obi Wan was a Jedi knight, when the Emperor is dead, I will seek out others like him, I hope to rebuild the Jedi order," I said.
"Why, and what hope would you have of finding any still alive?"
"There are the descendents of two in this squadron, if that's any hint as to what I may find, then there is hope in training up a new generation to protect those who are unable to protect themselves," I said.
"You have a fighting streak in you, good, go, get ready to go into the Sims, your friends to," He walked away.
"Hey Luke, it's time to go into the Sims," I said.
"Alright, I'll grab Wedge, how about you round up R2 and your droid, they were over by your X-Wing last I saw them," Luke said, we split up.
Over by my X-Wing, sat three droids, R2, Wedge's R5 unit, and My R2 unit who I hadn't named yet. I herded the droids to where Luke and Wedge were standing, when the commander popped the hatches on four of the Sim chambers, a couple pilots wandered over. "We'll see what you're made of, Jinn," The commander climbed into one of the cockpits, us other three got into the remaining three, our droids following.
As soon as we had all checked in, the screen banks powered up, I followed the other pilots out of the temple on Yavin, I wasn't sure which sim he had loaded, but I knew it would be one that would challenge my every skill. The sim had us Jump from the Yavin system, and we ended up at a space station, there were four of us, no computer flown ships on our side, I spotted a large cruiser. It was Corellian, it could hold several TIE fighters, but the worst part was, the mission profile stated that we had to destroy the cruiser, and we only had two proton torpedoes each.
"This is three, what is the point of this exercise?" Luke asked.
"I just want to see first hand what the new pilot could do," The commander said, "She'll have lead."
"Slave your target locks to mine, when we get in range, we'll fire on my mark," I said.
About one click from the furthest range Luke said, "We've got Six, no Eight TIEs coming over the cruiser."
"Prepare to engage the TIEs," I stated.
The lead TIE opened fire, just before they reached their maximum range, Luke was on my Wing, and Wedge on the commander's wing. I rolled to my left, just as a laser bolt was about to hit me, as I leveled my fighter off, I was startled by a presence in my mind, it took me a couple seconds to realize it was Luke. ^Link your torpedo target to mine, four will be enough to get the ship, when I say now, fire them ^
I did as Luke said, I kept firing off my lasers, until he said, ^Jaime, switch to Torpedoes ^ as soon as I did Luke said, ^Now ^
I fired, the two Torpedoes went up and over my fighter, they met up with Luke's torpedoes, and all four hit at the same time, as soon as the hit was confirmed by Luke's sensors, he turned back to the TIEs, I got another one, and Wedge got his Third. The three remaining TIEs fixed in on Wedge and the Commander, who were closer than Luke and I, Since we had moved over a little while Luke got the target lock, and meeting back up. I turned to where Wedge was firing single lasers in rapid succession, the lead TIE was in my sights immediately, a quick burst of dual laser fire hit the TIEs wing, slowing it down. It was unable to dodge Wedge's shots as easy, the next one sliced right through the cockpit, blowing it up. The one on its wing was hit by a piece of flying debris, and that one blew up too, the commander got the last TIE, and the Sim went dark, the hatch popped itself, letting some light in, I climbed out. "Ok, the purpose of that exercise was to see if you were any good at flying, there weren't very many words spoken, how did you know Luke was getting lined up for a proton torpedo shot?" The commander asked.
"She told me to, we've been practising some talents we share besides flying, we utilised those abilities to eliminate the target," Luke said.
"There was not one word spoken between the two of you," The commander said.
"Not verbally, no, but Luke and I have other ways of communicating," I said, at that point only Luke could project his voice to me, I couldn't figure out how to do that yet.
"Well, don't, any orders in sims or out, I want to hear, got it?" The commander said.
"Yes sir," Luke and I said, ^in your dreams ^ Luke added to me.
"Well, get some R+R in, we'll start sims for your next mission first thing in the morning," The commander stated to the whole squadron that was crowded around.
Luke, Wedge and I headed to the cantina that you could most often find Han in, "Hey kids," He said in a creepy voice when he saw us.
"Hey Han," I said, we all sat down at the table.
"What's up?" Luke asked.
"Not much, Chewie told me to stop bothering him, he was doing some pre- mission work on the Falcon, it's my ship, but he is just a little bit better at fixing it than me," Han said.
"Do you think he's like a little bit of experienced help?" I asked.
"You, experienced?" Han laughed, a long, drawn out laugh.
"Alright, talented then?" I said.
"After you tried to give him a bald spot, I doubt it," Han said.
"It would have looked good," I insisted.
"Yah, right," Han laughed again.
The next morning, the whole squadron met around the sims, no one wanting to be the first to get in, the commander strolled in two minutes late, and bellowed, "get your asses in that Simulator now."
After two different sim runs, the first going better than the second, we were done for lunch, during Lunch, Luke, Wedge and I sat together, we started off talking about the sims, they were pitting us against a lot of pilots, but they weren't all that good. I figured they would put us up against the better pilots, after Lunch, I hoped. The commander didn't like me, that was obvious, but I still wanted to prove I was a good pilot, and the more practice I got, the sooner I might become an Ace.
"Ok, Jaime, you're more used to flying wing with Luke, from your earlier exercises, are you confident that you can fly the front position?" The commander asked once we were lined up by the sims.
"Yes sir, as you know, wing pairs often switch in combat, I've flown with people besides Luke," I replied.
We only did one Sim after lunch, it wasn't much easier than the others, because there were more pilots, and they seemed to have more experience. Walking out into the hanger, I spotted the X-Wings, each had their number painted on, and kill markers, there had only been three confirmed kills on the squadron's last mission, but Luke and Wedge each had a death star on their hulls. The others had at least two TIE fighters painted on, there were only three Aces in the squadron, Luke, Wedge and Jessie who had started flying fighters right after Yavin. As I was new to the fighters I didn't have any kill markers, though I would have really liked to paint a small cartoon like they used to paint on the fighter planes on earth. Though we weren't allowed to drink the night before a mission, Luke and I headed in the direction of the Cantina, Han had wanted to meet us there.
"What's wrong?" Luke asked.
"Nothing," I said, calmly lying to my friend.
"Something is wrong," Luke stated, "I can sense it."
"Alright, I was reading some of the material I brought from home, as research, and I found something that bugged me, they state that my father died thirty two years ago, but I'm only nineteen years old. That would mean that my father died thirteen years before I was born, but he's the only one that signed my birth records," I said.
"Maybe he didn't die, maybe they just wanted everyone to believe he had died, maybe the records you have are wrong," Luke said.
"I searched the holonet last night, there are records of his death on the date given in my other research, so I searched for copies of my birth record, and I found some signed documents when I searched Obi-wan's place for anything that could be important to the rebellion. I found two things in his hut that made me think, one is my birth record, that's strange enough, I know Qui-Gon trained Obi-Wan, but he wouldn't normally get his child's original birth records. I also found some things that Obi-Wan had from his old master, the writing on them is the same, I ran the analysis myself, and Leia checked it too, my father is Qui-Gon Jinn, but the record of his death is wrong, Obi-Wan knew it too."
"And that's strange, who would you want to keep in contact with if you could only ever communicate with one person from your old life?" Luke asked.
"The person I felt knew me the best," I said, "The one who would be most hurt by my death," I replied.
"Exactly, your father knew that Obi-Wan would feel alone, so he did what he could to help," Luke said.
"You know what, you and I are more alike than we figured, we have another connection, I found it when I was back on Tatooine," I said, 'and in my books,'
"What's that?" Luke asked.
"Obi-Wan trained your father," I said.
"I knew that, he told me," Luke said.
"Oh, what else did he tell you?" I asked.
"That my father died, just before I was born," Luke said, "that he was a good man."
"He was, like I said, I've been reading up on the Jedi, there are stories about your father," I said.
"Really, what kind?" Luke asked.
I began to tell my favourite story about Anakin Skywalker.
A/N: Well, that's all for now, we'll see what comes up next, who knows, my research goes good.
I don't own star wars or any other copyrighted characters, though Jamie is
mine and most of the personalities are also figments of My imagination.
Summery
Qui-Gon Survived, long enough to have a daughter who ends up getting taken and sent to earth as a domestic slave. Han Solo who should know how his luck works shouldn't have any thing to do with her, but his anti-compassion center must be broken. We're in some unknown space in time, I've only seen episodes 1, 2, and 4.
"Speech" 'Thoughts' ^Telepathy ^
Chapter 8
It only took a few more days to have Baylee trained to do my old job, now it was time to visit each of the top commanders out in the field, I arrived at the first Base, at the same time as a squadron of X-Wings returned. "I'll need the code phoenix," The voice came over the COM.
"The Phoenix follows the Falcon to the edge of the Galaxy" I said.
Within ten minutes I was doing my post flight checks, on the ground, once those were done I exited my ship, waiting nearby was a man dressed in a flight suit. "Right this way miss, the General is expecting you," He said.
Each commander learned the codes quickly, and I was soon heading back to my friends, and the beginning of my X-Wing training, but first I was bringing the Phoenix back. Luke and Han would meet me at the lot to bring me back to the base, my records of the flights had been falsified, and there was no way of tracing that.
Once on the Falcon, there was no way for Han and Chewie to stop Luke and I from taking turns practicing our light saber skills with a remote, the same remote Luke was using on our way to Alderaan.
"If you think you can do better, you try," Luke challenged me when I started laughing at him for getting hit in the rear end.
"Nope, my rear is sacred," I was grinning.
Luke clipped his lightsaber to his belt, and dropped softly onto one of the chairs. "Where did you get all this stuff from?" Luke asked, looking at the three boxes I had brought from the Phoenix.
"Home, I scanned all my favorite reading material, and a couple newer ones, there are some among the clueless that actually know about, and write the history of the galaxy. There are about six data cards on the history of the Jedi, did you know that Obi-wan's master was Qui Gon Jinn who was trained by count Dooku and later he even trained under Yoda," I said.
"How do you know all this?" Luke asked, "The emperor had that stuff destroyed."
"I guess, that someone either sent it to my home, or there are people who fled to there to get away from the empire, and brought the history with them," I said.
"What other history do you have?" Han asked.
"I found something about you, Han, but it is missing a fair chunk, like every single time I saw you," I grumbled.
"That's funny," Han said with a stupid laugh.
"The one I found about Yavin doesn't even have me in it, it's like they cut me out of your histories," I complained.
Chewie grumbled, "Yes, even you're in them Chewie, everything, even your life debt," I replied, "And your son," I said the last part with a sweet smile.
"Is it a good thing that they're publishing this stuff, it's common domain, right?" Luke said.
"You know what, I never thought of that, but I didn't find any evidence of Imperial presence," I said, "and besides, they aren't written in basic."
We landed at the base about ½ an hour later, Han waited in the landing pattern, even though I suggested that I could probably get us down sooner. We stepped off the ship, waiting on the platform was Wedge Antilles, "Jaime, Luke, come on, we've got some Sims to run."
"Alright," Luke said.
"I take it that means I've been assigned to Red squadron?" I asked.
"Yes, you can't fly a real X-Wing till you get some experience in the Sims, and until you have experience in a real X-Wing, you can't fly missions. You have been assigned to help our mechanic, and the Communications expert," Wedge said as we followed him to the X-Wing hanger.
"So I don't get to fly," I was disappointed.
"Yet, as soon as you've logged enough time in the Sims, then you can fly." Wedge reassured me.
Red Squadron went on two short missions while I was training, when they got back from the second one, I was waiting for them to enter the system, and I escorted them to the hanger in the X-Wing I had been issued just that morning. "Congratulations," Wedge hugged me after we were out of the ships.
"Thanks, it feels great to really be flying again," I was still grinning.
"And now it's time for the post first flight go over, sorry but the rest of your reunion will have to wait," the mechanic, a Corellian named Emmett, said.
"I'll meet you around when I'm done," I said to Wedge and Luke as I turned back to the ship.
"We'll help, it'll go faster, then we can celebrate," Luke said, "You can finally fly with us."
The next morning at dawn, the whole squadron was in the hanger, doing any regular maintenance they could do on their X-Wings, the commander entered the hanger, and we all lined up quickly. "As you were," He said immediately, we all began to wander off, "Flight officer Jinn, may I speak with you."
"Yes sir?" I asked.
"You are the only person in the squadron who I hadn't flown with before I took command of red squadron, I've got no Idea what skills you posses," He said.
"What do you want to know," I said.
"What is your history with the Rebellion?" He asked.
"I worked for the princess until just before Alderaan was destroyed, I did what ever she required of me. She knows what kind of background I come from, so she tried to avoid me doing anything for the rebellion, she told me to go home for awhile, while there I did some thinking, and came back, I know now what must be done," I said.
"I didn't ask why you joined, your file states that you joined the rebellion before you were assigned to red squadron," The commander stated.
"I joined with the intention of flying a fighter, but before I was allowed to do that, I was sent to some out posts in a passenger ship, to do some work," I said.
"What are your technical skills that will keep you alive out there?" the commander asked.
I looked over at Luke before stating, "My biggest ally is my friendships, those I have become friends with know that I'll do what ever I can to protect them, and in return, they do the same."
"What are you looking to do in the rebellion?" He asked.
"I look to increase my skills, and in that destroy as much of the empire as possible," I said.
"What would you do if we beat the Empire?"
"Have you heard of Obi Wan Kenobi?" I asked.
"No, why do you ask?"
"Obi Wan was a Jedi knight, when the Emperor is dead, I will seek out others like him, I hope to rebuild the Jedi order," I said.
"Why, and what hope would you have of finding any still alive?"
"There are the descendents of two in this squadron, if that's any hint as to what I may find, then there is hope in training up a new generation to protect those who are unable to protect themselves," I said.
"You have a fighting streak in you, good, go, get ready to go into the Sims, your friends to," He walked away.
"Hey Luke, it's time to go into the Sims," I said.
"Alright, I'll grab Wedge, how about you round up R2 and your droid, they were over by your X-Wing last I saw them," Luke said, we split up.
Over by my X-Wing, sat three droids, R2, Wedge's R5 unit, and My R2 unit who I hadn't named yet. I herded the droids to where Luke and Wedge were standing, when the commander popped the hatches on four of the Sim chambers, a couple pilots wandered over. "We'll see what you're made of, Jinn," The commander climbed into one of the cockpits, us other three got into the remaining three, our droids following.
As soon as we had all checked in, the screen banks powered up, I followed the other pilots out of the temple on Yavin, I wasn't sure which sim he had loaded, but I knew it would be one that would challenge my every skill. The sim had us Jump from the Yavin system, and we ended up at a space station, there were four of us, no computer flown ships on our side, I spotted a large cruiser. It was Corellian, it could hold several TIE fighters, but the worst part was, the mission profile stated that we had to destroy the cruiser, and we only had two proton torpedoes each.
"This is three, what is the point of this exercise?" Luke asked.
"I just want to see first hand what the new pilot could do," The commander said, "She'll have lead."
"Slave your target locks to mine, when we get in range, we'll fire on my mark," I said.
About one click from the furthest range Luke said, "We've got Six, no Eight TIEs coming over the cruiser."
"Prepare to engage the TIEs," I stated.
The lead TIE opened fire, just before they reached their maximum range, Luke was on my Wing, and Wedge on the commander's wing. I rolled to my left, just as a laser bolt was about to hit me, as I leveled my fighter off, I was startled by a presence in my mind, it took me a couple seconds to realize it was Luke. ^Link your torpedo target to mine, four will be enough to get the ship, when I say now, fire them ^
I did as Luke said, I kept firing off my lasers, until he said, ^Jaime, switch to Torpedoes ^ as soon as I did Luke said, ^Now ^
I fired, the two Torpedoes went up and over my fighter, they met up with Luke's torpedoes, and all four hit at the same time, as soon as the hit was confirmed by Luke's sensors, he turned back to the TIEs, I got another one, and Wedge got his Third. The three remaining TIEs fixed in on Wedge and the Commander, who were closer than Luke and I, Since we had moved over a little while Luke got the target lock, and meeting back up. I turned to where Wedge was firing single lasers in rapid succession, the lead TIE was in my sights immediately, a quick burst of dual laser fire hit the TIEs wing, slowing it down. It was unable to dodge Wedge's shots as easy, the next one sliced right through the cockpit, blowing it up. The one on its wing was hit by a piece of flying debris, and that one blew up too, the commander got the last TIE, and the Sim went dark, the hatch popped itself, letting some light in, I climbed out. "Ok, the purpose of that exercise was to see if you were any good at flying, there weren't very many words spoken, how did you know Luke was getting lined up for a proton torpedo shot?" The commander asked.
"She told me to, we've been practising some talents we share besides flying, we utilised those abilities to eliminate the target," Luke said.
"There was not one word spoken between the two of you," The commander said.
"Not verbally, no, but Luke and I have other ways of communicating," I said, at that point only Luke could project his voice to me, I couldn't figure out how to do that yet.
"Well, don't, any orders in sims or out, I want to hear, got it?" The commander said.
"Yes sir," Luke and I said, ^in your dreams ^ Luke added to me.
"Well, get some R+R in, we'll start sims for your next mission first thing in the morning," The commander stated to the whole squadron that was crowded around.
Luke, Wedge and I headed to the cantina that you could most often find Han in, "Hey kids," He said in a creepy voice when he saw us.
"Hey Han," I said, we all sat down at the table.
"What's up?" Luke asked.
"Not much, Chewie told me to stop bothering him, he was doing some pre- mission work on the Falcon, it's my ship, but he is just a little bit better at fixing it than me," Han said.
"Do you think he's like a little bit of experienced help?" I asked.
"You, experienced?" Han laughed, a long, drawn out laugh.
"Alright, talented then?" I said.
"After you tried to give him a bald spot, I doubt it," Han said.
"It would have looked good," I insisted.
"Yah, right," Han laughed again.
The next morning, the whole squadron met around the sims, no one wanting to be the first to get in, the commander strolled in two minutes late, and bellowed, "get your asses in that Simulator now."
After two different sim runs, the first going better than the second, we were done for lunch, during Lunch, Luke, Wedge and I sat together, we started off talking about the sims, they were pitting us against a lot of pilots, but they weren't all that good. I figured they would put us up against the better pilots, after Lunch, I hoped. The commander didn't like me, that was obvious, but I still wanted to prove I was a good pilot, and the more practice I got, the sooner I might become an Ace.
"Ok, Jaime, you're more used to flying wing with Luke, from your earlier exercises, are you confident that you can fly the front position?" The commander asked once we were lined up by the sims.
"Yes sir, as you know, wing pairs often switch in combat, I've flown with people besides Luke," I replied.
We only did one Sim after lunch, it wasn't much easier than the others, because there were more pilots, and they seemed to have more experience. Walking out into the hanger, I spotted the X-Wings, each had their number painted on, and kill markers, there had only been three confirmed kills on the squadron's last mission, but Luke and Wedge each had a death star on their hulls. The others had at least two TIE fighters painted on, there were only three Aces in the squadron, Luke, Wedge and Jessie who had started flying fighters right after Yavin. As I was new to the fighters I didn't have any kill markers, though I would have really liked to paint a small cartoon like they used to paint on the fighter planes on earth. Though we weren't allowed to drink the night before a mission, Luke and I headed in the direction of the Cantina, Han had wanted to meet us there.
"What's wrong?" Luke asked.
"Nothing," I said, calmly lying to my friend.
"Something is wrong," Luke stated, "I can sense it."
"Alright, I was reading some of the material I brought from home, as research, and I found something that bugged me, they state that my father died thirty two years ago, but I'm only nineteen years old. That would mean that my father died thirteen years before I was born, but he's the only one that signed my birth records," I said.
"Maybe he didn't die, maybe they just wanted everyone to believe he had died, maybe the records you have are wrong," Luke said.
"I searched the holonet last night, there are records of his death on the date given in my other research, so I searched for copies of my birth record, and I found some signed documents when I searched Obi-wan's place for anything that could be important to the rebellion. I found two things in his hut that made me think, one is my birth record, that's strange enough, I know Qui-Gon trained Obi-Wan, but he wouldn't normally get his child's original birth records. I also found some things that Obi-Wan had from his old master, the writing on them is the same, I ran the analysis myself, and Leia checked it too, my father is Qui-Gon Jinn, but the record of his death is wrong, Obi-Wan knew it too."
"And that's strange, who would you want to keep in contact with if you could only ever communicate with one person from your old life?" Luke asked.
"The person I felt knew me the best," I said, "The one who would be most hurt by my death," I replied.
"Exactly, your father knew that Obi-Wan would feel alone, so he did what he could to help," Luke said.
"You know what, you and I are more alike than we figured, we have another connection, I found it when I was back on Tatooine," I said, 'and in my books,'
"What's that?" Luke asked.
"Obi-Wan trained your father," I said.
"I knew that, he told me," Luke said.
"Oh, what else did he tell you?" I asked.
"That my father died, just before I was born," Luke said, "that he was a good man."
"He was, like I said, I've been reading up on the Jedi, there are stories about your father," I said.
"Really, what kind?" Luke asked.
I began to tell my favourite story about Anakin Skywalker.
A/N: Well, that's all for now, we'll see what comes up next, who knows, my research goes good.