Well, I finally wrote up another page. No, the plot does not move forward,
in case you were wondering. Basically, I need two things to turn out
another chapter: 1. Time, and 2. Creativity. Rarely do the two coincide.
But anyway, disclaimers are in default chapter.
Oh, just say anything in reviews. This story is NOT going to get any better unless I get some rounded criticism.
We all want stories to get better. At least, I hope we do.
Okay, enough of my monologue. On with the show!
The hordes of guards lifted their blasters, but stopped in confusion. They were
rather stunned to see father and son, now approximately the same age, sprinting
across the halls towards the nearest platform. Was Jedi Skywalker leading Darth
Vader out of the palace? Or was this just part of an elaborate plan to recapture
the Sith?
At any rate, the Skywalkers had disappeared into the farther passageway
by the time the guards regained mobility.
"Should we pursue them, captain?" asked a younger, confused trooper.
The captain hesitated, "Yes," he finally drew out, "but only to keep them in
range."
"Yes sir," the troopers acknowledged in one voice. They gathered themselves
and jogged after the Jedi, and the hall vibrated with their footfalls.
"President Mothma, President Mothma," the captain told his comlink, "we have a
problem."
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Those were the last words Mothma wanted to hear.
"Explain yourself, captain." She chiseled out those icy syllables around clenched
teeth.
"Is there, by any chance, a plan to retake the prisoner in which, um, Luke
Skywalker leads him towards East Platform 14?"
"Do you mean Jedi Skywalker is leading Anakin Skywalker from the palace!"
Mothma rumbled, her voice rising to a thunderous crescendo.
The captain coughed, "Um, ah, yes ma'am."
Mothma struggled to control her rage, which was now like a rabid wookie
thrashing inside her. Luke Skywalker, committing treason? Had the little bastard
finally followed his father's path? Mothma mused cynically that Madine had been
right all along.
But, it was possible Vader was exercising some mind control over Luke. Perhaps
the young Jedi was being held hostage?
Mothma decided that was impossible. Why should Luke fall prey to Vader now,
when he had defeated him three years ago?
"Captain, at all costs you must retake Vader. If Luke Skywalker hinders
you.take appropriate action." The captain evidently understood.
"Yes ma'am." The comm clicked off.
Mothma slumped back into her cushioned chair. Her aging hands fell uselessly
on the armrests.
Angrily, she stared at a comm button. It was Madine's direct line.
Rallying her resolve, Mothma slammed a fist down on it.
"General."
"Yes, President Mothma?" came the reply along with static.
"Send up a general warning, alert the fleet," her voice caught. She had never
dreamed something like this could ever happen, "and put up a warrant for Luke
Skywalker's arrest."
Yup, I know, short. Just keep checking up every, oh, three weeks or so.
Okay, please hit that little button marked reviews.
I'm resorting to bribery. If you give me a review of substance, I'll read one of your stories and write a review one for you. (It could take some time, though, but I'll do it eventually).
But anyway, disclaimers are in default chapter.
Oh, just say anything in reviews. This story is NOT going to get any better unless I get some rounded criticism.
We all want stories to get better. At least, I hope we do.
Okay, enough of my monologue. On with the show!
The hordes of guards lifted their blasters, but stopped in confusion. They were
rather stunned to see father and son, now approximately the same age, sprinting
across the halls towards the nearest platform. Was Jedi Skywalker leading Darth
Vader out of the palace? Or was this just part of an elaborate plan to recapture
the Sith?
At any rate, the Skywalkers had disappeared into the farther passageway
by the time the guards regained mobility.
"Should we pursue them, captain?" asked a younger, confused trooper.
The captain hesitated, "Yes," he finally drew out, "but only to keep them in
range."
"Yes sir," the troopers acknowledged in one voice. They gathered themselves
and jogged after the Jedi, and the hall vibrated with their footfalls.
"President Mothma, President Mothma," the captain told his comlink, "we have a
problem."
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Those were the last words Mothma wanted to hear.
"Explain yourself, captain." She chiseled out those icy syllables around clenched
teeth.
"Is there, by any chance, a plan to retake the prisoner in which, um, Luke
Skywalker leads him towards East Platform 14?"
"Do you mean Jedi Skywalker is leading Anakin Skywalker from the palace!"
Mothma rumbled, her voice rising to a thunderous crescendo.
The captain coughed, "Um, ah, yes ma'am."
Mothma struggled to control her rage, which was now like a rabid wookie
thrashing inside her. Luke Skywalker, committing treason? Had the little bastard
finally followed his father's path? Mothma mused cynically that Madine had been
right all along.
But, it was possible Vader was exercising some mind control over Luke. Perhaps
the young Jedi was being held hostage?
Mothma decided that was impossible. Why should Luke fall prey to Vader now,
when he had defeated him three years ago?
"Captain, at all costs you must retake Vader. If Luke Skywalker hinders
you.take appropriate action." The captain evidently understood.
"Yes ma'am." The comm clicked off.
Mothma slumped back into her cushioned chair. Her aging hands fell uselessly
on the armrests.
Angrily, she stared at a comm button. It was Madine's direct line.
Rallying her resolve, Mothma slammed a fist down on it.
"General."
"Yes, President Mothma?" came the reply along with static.
"Send up a general warning, alert the fleet," her voice caught. She had never
dreamed something like this could ever happen, "and put up a warrant for Luke
Skywalker's arrest."
Yup, I know, short. Just keep checking up every, oh, three weeks or so.
Okay, please hit that little button marked reviews.
I'm resorting to bribery. If you give me a review of substance, I'll read one of your stories and write a review one for you. (It could take some time, though, but I'll do it eventually).