Hello, I'm back! Thanks to all of you who wrote reviews.
Many of you said that Mon Mothma's acting narrow-minded and evil.
Yes, she is being rather one-dimensional.
But the thing is, this is a faintly humorous, quasi-serious fic.
I'm not a good enough writer to be taking it too seriously.
However, I am trying to write the most entertaining, gripping story I can; one of those mindlessly fun things.
Besides, it takes long enough to get these updates out.
So, goodbye, until the next chapter
Luke and Anakin were moving down a corridor, looking for danger. A
tremor rippled through the Force.
Luke stopped.
"I feel it too," Anakin said in a low tone. There was a troop rapidly
approaching from the far end.
Luke sent a quick glance back. "There's another coming from behind."
The two glanced around tensely. In just a few moments, they would be fired upon
from both in front and behind. Jedi were Jedi, with all the implied reflexes and
powers. However, they were not infallible.
"Come on, let's get out of the hallway," Anakin moved to a door.
Seeing no other alternative, Luke followed, but he knew that would be no
good. The doors here lead only to conference rooms. But Luke figured it was
better than playing targets in the hall.
The duo slid into the room and the door closed behind them with a muffled
thump.
"Lights," Luke said, and Anakin watched in amazement as the room was
illuminated. It was an older meeting chamber, completely bare and with a large
spot on the carpet. Old, forgotten artwork clung to yellow walls.
And, absolutely no cover or place to hide.
Luke wondered if the troops would just pass by, but his hope was cruelly
squished.
He sensed the two groups slowly approaching, before long he could hear their
metallic boots clanging on the marble hallway. Stopping, then starting, then
stopping.
They were checking the rooms.
Luke's throat went as dry. He watched the door, the door that would come flying
open any second. For one of those rare moments in his life, Luke felt helpless.
He glared almost accusingly at Anakin, who had caused all this trouble.
However, the room held Anakin spellbound. The taller Jedi stood
transfixed, gaping; little beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He was
baffled, like someone had told him Banthas were man-eating predators. Luke
watched him, and felt recognition and confusion radiating from him.
"I know this place," Anakin murmured, dreamily.
"Hey," Luke sought his attention, "listen. Anakin!"
Anakin finally turned towards Luke, "I know this room. Or, I used to.." he said,
suspicion mounting in his voice.
The pounding footsteps got louder.
"Even if I wanted to tell you we don't have time," Luke explained, "they're
checking the rooms."
Anakin gave Luke a curious look, "but we're safe."
Luke felt his mind go blank. Was, wait, is his father an idiot?
Anakin, now completely recovered from his bewilderment, gave Luke a
sneaky grin. He crossed the room confidently-almost cockily-to one of those
vulgar, antique portraits.
Luke, horrified, heard, and sensed, the guards nearing their door.
Facing the entrance, Luke walked backwards to Anakin, lightsaber ready
for action. But, he watched Anakin from the corner of his eye. Anakin gripped the
portrait in something like a bear hug. Then he yanked. The picture projected from
the wall, and Luke noticed that it was attached to a thick, fat metal block. On that
block was a keypad. It obviously hadn't been used for some time, as it was
covered with dust. Nevertheless, Anakin rapidly pounded in a code.
The heavy tread of the troops increased.
"They're coming. Better wrap it up," Luke advised, alternating between
watching the door and Anakin.
Anakin grinned
"I've got it." He stepped back from the keypad. The portrait automatically
sank back into the wall. Luke was felling rather cynical until a piece of the floor
slid away.
"A trap door," Luke gaped, "how the-"
//There's a passage. How the Sith is there a secret passage? How come
nobody said anything about passages in the palace?//
Anakin caught on to Luke's expression.
"You honestly didn't know about it?" he said incredulously.
Luke might've said something.
But metallic footsteps halted in front of their door.
"Well, no use waiting," he murmured. The hole was black like space, but
Luke didn't give it a thought. He jumped in, Anakin followed, and the trap door
slid shut in seconds. It was tar black, reminding Luke of something.
"Oh, sith," Luke spat, "I forgot to turn off the lights!"
"Use the Force to hit the switch," Anakin quickly recommended. "Its voice activated-get that thing open now!"
Anakin pounded on the ceiling. The trap door obediently slid open. Luke tilted his head back and called, "off!"
The captain opened yet another door.
"Lights," he ordered, and the room was illuminated. It was an old, bare
conference room. Just like the others, except it had ugly old pictures on the wall.
He though he saw a something move on the floor though. Slide, almost. Three
soldiers covered him, and the captain stepped into the room and knelt by where
he thought he saw the black thing move on the floor.
He poked around the carpet. He felt his trooper's curious gazes. Finding nothing,
he stood back up and made for the door.
"Move on, they're not here."
The two Jedi remained still as death. Above their heads, the troopers
passed through the room. They left after a few heartbeats, apparently finding
nothing.
The passageway was pitch black. Luke flipped on his lightsaber, and its
blade cast a surreal green light. Anakin did the same. The sight of those two
glowing blades threw Luke off balance. It looked too much like Cloud City. He
flexed his right hand, the synthetic, mechanical fingers tightening on the blade.
//He will do that to you one day,// a dark thought whispered. Luke felt odd
sensations cross his soul, and he looked into his father's eyes. His eyes. They
gazed back piercingly.
"Now, Luke," he began, "We have some time, so why don't you tell me
who you are, who they are, where the rest of the Jedi are, and what the Sith
happened to Coruscant. For starters."
Luke shook his head slowly, "you will not believe it."
"Just tell me, all right? I'll know whether or not you're telling the truth." Luke
sighed. Lying, however, would be useless and it was time his father knew.
But, how much of "the truth" should he tell Anakin?
Leia went to the kitchenette to fix herself a drink. She had nearly escaped
the catatonic state that she'd fallen into when 'the news' was brought to her. Now
she was fuming. Sure, she'd almost adjusted to the fact that Darth Vader was her
biological father. As long as nobody bothered her about it, she'd managed to go
on like the princess she was. Now, the galaxy focused on Darth Vader, the time-
traveler. Leia felt as though she was walking under a giant neon sign that read
"THIS IS HIS DAUGHTER." She could only guess how Luke was coping.
But right now, all she wanted was to lie quiet for a few days. Mon must've
been a mind reader; she gave Leia the week off.
The petite princess wandered to the living room, mug in hand, and flopped
onto the soft couch. She nearly turned on the holovid, but stopped herself just in
time. The last thing she needed was a bunch of news stations flaunting Anakin
Skywalker's picture. Leia sank deeper into the white couch, her hair flowing
around her shoulders, and decided that if she could just rest for a......
The door-chime rang. Leia's eyes popped open. Tired and irritated, Leia growled
and tried to ignore it. The door-chime continued relentlessly. When her comlink
started buzzing, Leia snatched it up and barked, "what do you want?!"
"Whoa, Princess, it's me," said the voice at the other end.
"Oh, Han," Leia sighed, a little relieved.
Han continued, "something's come up. So, if you could.."
"Oh, sorry. Hang on a moment," Leia responded and flipped the comm off.
She opened the door to find Han waiting.
"Hey, Leia," he said cautiously, worriedly studying her.
"Can you come in?"
Han didn't move.
"Um, Leia, Luke's in trouble again."
Many of you said that Mon Mothma's acting narrow-minded and evil.
Yes, she is being rather one-dimensional.
But the thing is, this is a faintly humorous, quasi-serious fic.
I'm not a good enough writer to be taking it too seriously.
However, I am trying to write the most entertaining, gripping story I can; one of those mindlessly fun things.
Besides, it takes long enough to get these updates out.
So, goodbye, until the next chapter
Luke and Anakin were moving down a corridor, looking for danger. A
tremor rippled through the Force.
Luke stopped.
"I feel it too," Anakin said in a low tone. There was a troop rapidly
approaching from the far end.
Luke sent a quick glance back. "There's another coming from behind."
The two glanced around tensely. In just a few moments, they would be fired upon
from both in front and behind. Jedi were Jedi, with all the implied reflexes and
powers. However, they were not infallible.
"Come on, let's get out of the hallway," Anakin moved to a door.
Seeing no other alternative, Luke followed, but he knew that would be no
good. The doors here lead only to conference rooms. But Luke figured it was
better than playing targets in the hall.
The duo slid into the room and the door closed behind them with a muffled
thump.
"Lights," Luke said, and Anakin watched in amazement as the room was
illuminated. It was an older meeting chamber, completely bare and with a large
spot on the carpet. Old, forgotten artwork clung to yellow walls.
And, absolutely no cover or place to hide.
Luke wondered if the troops would just pass by, but his hope was cruelly
squished.
He sensed the two groups slowly approaching, before long he could hear their
metallic boots clanging on the marble hallway. Stopping, then starting, then
stopping.
They were checking the rooms.
Luke's throat went as dry. He watched the door, the door that would come flying
open any second. For one of those rare moments in his life, Luke felt helpless.
He glared almost accusingly at Anakin, who had caused all this trouble.
However, the room held Anakin spellbound. The taller Jedi stood
transfixed, gaping; little beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He was
baffled, like someone had told him Banthas were man-eating predators. Luke
watched him, and felt recognition and confusion radiating from him.
"I know this place," Anakin murmured, dreamily.
"Hey," Luke sought his attention, "listen. Anakin!"
Anakin finally turned towards Luke, "I know this room. Or, I used to.." he said,
suspicion mounting in his voice.
The pounding footsteps got louder.
"Even if I wanted to tell you we don't have time," Luke explained, "they're
checking the rooms."
Anakin gave Luke a curious look, "but we're safe."
Luke felt his mind go blank. Was, wait, is his father an idiot?
Anakin, now completely recovered from his bewilderment, gave Luke a
sneaky grin. He crossed the room confidently-almost cockily-to one of those
vulgar, antique portraits.
Luke, horrified, heard, and sensed, the guards nearing their door.
Facing the entrance, Luke walked backwards to Anakin, lightsaber ready
for action. But, he watched Anakin from the corner of his eye. Anakin gripped the
portrait in something like a bear hug. Then he yanked. The picture projected from
the wall, and Luke noticed that it was attached to a thick, fat metal block. On that
block was a keypad. It obviously hadn't been used for some time, as it was
covered with dust. Nevertheless, Anakin rapidly pounded in a code.
The heavy tread of the troops increased.
"They're coming. Better wrap it up," Luke advised, alternating between
watching the door and Anakin.
Anakin grinned
"I've got it." He stepped back from the keypad. The portrait automatically
sank back into the wall. Luke was felling rather cynical until a piece of the floor
slid away.
"A trap door," Luke gaped, "how the-"
//There's a passage. How the Sith is there a secret passage? How come
nobody said anything about passages in the palace?//
Anakin caught on to Luke's expression.
"You honestly didn't know about it?" he said incredulously.
Luke might've said something.
But metallic footsteps halted in front of their door.
"Well, no use waiting," he murmured. The hole was black like space, but
Luke didn't give it a thought. He jumped in, Anakin followed, and the trap door
slid shut in seconds. It was tar black, reminding Luke of something.
"Oh, sith," Luke spat, "I forgot to turn off the lights!"
"Use the Force to hit the switch," Anakin quickly recommended. "Its voice activated-get that thing open now!"
Anakin pounded on the ceiling. The trap door obediently slid open. Luke tilted his head back and called, "off!"
The captain opened yet another door.
"Lights," he ordered, and the room was illuminated. It was an old, bare
conference room. Just like the others, except it had ugly old pictures on the wall.
He though he saw a something move on the floor though. Slide, almost. Three
soldiers covered him, and the captain stepped into the room and knelt by where
he thought he saw the black thing move on the floor.
He poked around the carpet. He felt his trooper's curious gazes. Finding nothing,
he stood back up and made for the door.
"Move on, they're not here."
The two Jedi remained still as death. Above their heads, the troopers
passed through the room. They left after a few heartbeats, apparently finding
nothing.
The passageway was pitch black. Luke flipped on his lightsaber, and its
blade cast a surreal green light. Anakin did the same. The sight of those two
glowing blades threw Luke off balance. It looked too much like Cloud City. He
flexed his right hand, the synthetic, mechanical fingers tightening on the blade.
//He will do that to you one day,// a dark thought whispered. Luke felt odd
sensations cross his soul, and he looked into his father's eyes. His eyes. They
gazed back piercingly.
"Now, Luke," he began, "We have some time, so why don't you tell me
who you are, who they are, where the rest of the Jedi are, and what the Sith
happened to Coruscant. For starters."
Luke shook his head slowly, "you will not believe it."
"Just tell me, all right? I'll know whether or not you're telling the truth." Luke
sighed. Lying, however, would be useless and it was time his father knew.
But, how much of "the truth" should he tell Anakin?
Leia went to the kitchenette to fix herself a drink. She had nearly escaped
the catatonic state that she'd fallen into when 'the news' was brought to her. Now
she was fuming. Sure, she'd almost adjusted to the fact that Darth Vader was her
biological father. As long as nobody bothered her about it, she'd managed to go
on like the princess she was. Now, the galaxy focused on Darth Vader, the time-
traveler. Leia felt as though she was walking under a giant neon sign that read
"THIS IS HIS DAUGHTER." She could only guess how Luke was coping.
But right now, all she wanted was to lie quiet for a few days. Mon must've
been a mind reader; she gave Leia the week off.
The petite princess wandered to the living room, mug in hand, and flopped
onto the soft couch. She nearly turned on the holovid, but stopped herself just in
time. The last thing she needed was a bunch of news stations flaunting Anakin
Skywalker's picture. Leia sank deeper into the white couch, her hair flowing
around her shoulders, and decided that if she could just rest for a......
The door-chime rang. Leia's eyes popped open. Tired and irritated, Leia growled
and tried to ignore it. The door-chime continued relentlessly. When her comlink
started buzzing, Leia snatched it up and barked, "what do you want?!"
"Whoa, Princess, it's me," said the voice at the other end.
"Oh, Han," Leia sighed, a little relieved.
Han continued, "something's come up. So, if you could.."
"Oh, sorry. Hang on a moment," Leia responded and flipped the comm off.
She opened the door to find Han waiting.
"Hey, Leia," he said cautiously, worriedly studying her.
"Can you come in?"
Han didn't move.
"Um, Leia, Luke's in trouble again."