The Disgraced Jedi
By: The Disgraced Angel
Disclaimer: The depressed characters in this story are all Lucas' creations. I have only just mutilated their reputations and their story to entertain my evil self. I have made no money off this, and if your rich daddy happens to be a lawyer, I tell ye now: Ye'll get not a dime from me, as I am a poor writer struggling to pay my water bill.
A/N: I have written this chapter dedicated to my ONE AND Only Reviewer, Captian Jack Sparrow. ( ( (Come on People, Review! I only wrote because YOU, the wonderful reader bother to tell me about my story, (Or flame it, whatever you wish) So PLEASE! Review!) Oh, and this chapter is set four years after Luke left. Ben is four (Duh) and the twins are 11 AND A HALF, and little Anakin is 10. Everybody "Assumes" Luke Skywalker is dead, but actually.Oh hell, why don't you read and find out. I am writing this as I go, so even I don't know what happens.
Chapter Two: My Iguana is sleeping on my computer (No, but that is really happening,)
The real Chapter Two: The Return Of the DISGRACED Jedi
(I'm listening to Madonna right now, so this may be a bit.ah, odd.)
It was like waking up from a horrible trace, and seeing the world in a totally different point of view. The tress and people and even the stars that used to seem so sad and colorless, now seemed bright, even vulgar, if such a word could have the angry and used feeling Luke Skywalker was harboring.
For the last four years, which were nearly a blur now to him, he had been drifting around, under another identity, helping a large group of rebels, who hated the New Republic, destroy it. Luke had cared not that their hatred was for the people who ran it rather than the laws, because he had at the time wanted to feel the way he had when he himself was a rebel, struggling against the odds that had been so against him and the rebellion. But now, with Luke's help, he had done to the New Republic what he had done to the Empire. Just in a more subtle fashion.
And now, his hatred, the only thing he could cling to, was making him temporarily leave his friends, the people he called family, to destroy the heart of the falling New Republic.
He hadn't traveled the streets of Courascant for three years, the last time being to help five of his new rebel friends destroy some of the new republic archives information.
Strolling purposely down one of Courascant busiest streets, his hidden face was bathed in the large buildings shadows. He heard a few Humans chatting happily behind him. They're apparent excitement irked him. It also depressed him.
The bright red transit trolley that was now picking him and a few others up suddenly seemed to have lost its flair, and the music, a tune he recalled knowing from what seemed like a past life, was losing its loud inspirational beat. He felt his ears distort it to what he would describe as a mournful funeral march. He hardly ever could feel the happiness around him. Even flying, something he loved doing, had lost its thrill. (Poor Luke needs some Zoloft, huh?)
Soon, what felt like hours to him, he was being dropped off in front of a large glass and gray building. Go time he thought, and silently removed an ever threatening thermal detonator from his belt.
The thrill of seeing his destruction was gone now, as Luke lay on an old smelly mattress in a run down hotel on the outskirts of town. A holovid's in front of him displayed the building he flew into, and the one small New Republic museum he blew up. Scenes of terror flashed before his eyes, the terror he caused. The terror the C.O.T.E had caused. The headquarter of the C.O.T.E, or Children Of The Empire, had congratulated him a few minutes ago, saying how they had just one last job for him. The final straw. The one that would finally tell the Galaxy a new revolution was being born. And that, more than anything was on Luke's Mind.
Luke sleathly entered the protected doors of the Imperial Castle. The grand entry was lighted, but deserted. The guards were just now shifting, and it was the perfect time for Luke to sneak in undetected. He reached the double sealed doors leading to the residents upper levels. On the doors was the large crest of the deteriorating New Republic. Luke Spat on the Crest of The New Republic. The New Republic was barely even existing, after what The C.O.T.E and the Empire Reborn had done to it. And Luke felt that the pathetic government did not deserve a crest so serene, let alone a crest or a castle for the headquarter at all.
Every high official of the N.R was in the Imperial Palace for protection. But it seemed like, high position or not, every official couldn't begin to fill the large ornate castle. And to Luke, it seemed such a waste to have it taken up by a lesser government.
Luke did not need to tap into the computers to find his ex-sisters room. He opened himself to the force, something he hadn't done in a year or more, and let it guide him to her.
Her room, not surprisingly, was next to the conference room the highest members and senators met in every morning. Her door was double protected by armed droids and a few patrolling security guards. Using the force, he cut off the guards oxygen, killing them. Behind him, he heard a small clatter, but ignored it as he had to concentrate on the droids. The guards falls to the floor then distracted the droids, which gave Luke time disconnect them with the force. That left his way almost free. Except the door. Which was locked with things he wasn't sure would open with the force.
Relieved he had been wrong about the doors, he walked silently thought the doorway, letting it hiss close behind him.
It being very late at night, he fully expected His ex-family to be exhausted and asleep in their rooms. But one light at the end of the long hallway was on. And Luke had a gut feeling that this one was Leia's.
Hearing their voices again brought the saddest and angriest feelings from inside of him. He clenched his hands as he heard Han quiet Leia, and Leia yell about something Luke couldn't make out. Luke was framed next to Threepio, who was outside the door, halfway on it seemed. Luke felt the odd feeling that he wanted to hear threeopio one last time. He kicked the metal droid lightly, and watched as his old friend sprang to life, flustered and annoyed. "R2-d2! That was very rude of you, sneaking up on me! You sliver can of-." Threepio stopped suddenly, seeing that his quirky friend was no where in sight. "I hate this job." Threepio muttered, adjusting himself. Luke suddenly had a memory of himself as a young man, grinning at Threepio and R2-d2 arguing while he tried to make Princess Leia's message appear to him once more. This only further depressed Luke, and for a second lost his cover. Unnoticed to him, he was exposed.
Threepio yelped and attempted to open the door to Leia and Han's room. Luke snapped out of his momentary trance, and unconsically reached for his blaster. He began to panic when he felt it was gone. The clatter behind him rang in his ear, as he realized with horror he had dropped it. Forgetting about, he grabbed threepio's head and flipped the switch that shut him off. Then instantly he resumed his cover of being invisible, and backed himself into a wall as the glass door opened.
"It was probably the kids. You know how threeopio is." Han muttered. He peered out the door, scanning the dim hallway. His eyes fell on the crumpled droid. "I was right. Look." He said, pointing to Threepio. "The kids must have scared him, and turned him off." Han pushed open the door a little farther, and reached for Threepio. Luke stared intently on Hans face. Worry lines and wrinkles that were never there lined his worn face.
His heart gave a jolt as he stepped out and switched Threepio back on. Leia followed. Her eyes were wide as she clutched her heart. Luke felt his cover slowly slipping as he gazed upon her sad, yet beautiful face for the first time in four years.
"Oh My! Master Han! Master Han! There is someone in the house!" Threepio shrieked. He began waving his metal arms around. "Ah, Threepio, it was just the kids. Nobody is in here." Threepio put his hands down and, shuffled away, slightly embarrassed. "Oh.well, then I'll just go and check on them, just incase." And disappeared through a door.
"Han." Leia breathed, framed in the doorway and clutching his hand. "Luke." She whispered, her head spinning. Her eyes got wider as she saw for a brief second his face. Then it was gone, along with the force current he projected.
Luke was sure they could hear his heart pounding. He never expected to act this way when he saw them. He had hoped to kill them in the dark, and take Ben, and leave. But the feelings that were building up inside of him were preventing him from doing anything but breathe. And even that he was barely managing.
"What?" Han asked, shock in face as he turned to face his wife. She was falling down, tears streaming down her face. She then began rocking backwards and forwards, muttering quietly. Han, fearing for her sanity, squatted next to her and lightly shook her. "Leia! What's wrong? What about HIM?" He whispered. It was too painful to speak his ex-brothers name. "What about HIM?" He whispered more urgently. It was too painful to speak his ex-brothers name.
"Oh Han, I saw him.I felt him.He's here." She whispered fiercely. "But now he's gone.dead." She cried. Han's eyes widened. "Leia," he said gently, stroking her hair, holding back his own tears, "He's been dead.for four years." She shook her head. "No Han," She said urgently, getting up and staring around wildly, "He's come back.his ghost.Like Obi-Wan." Then she wailed a loud mournful cry as Luke felt himself start to sob, and unveil himself for the third time. He knew he was losing control. But the force, his anger, his objective, seemed to disappear as he felt his cover go. He did the only thing he could do and bolted down the hall, finding sanctuary in the Den.
Han held Leia, and dragged her back to her room, muttering, "The children Leia, Ben." He said. He remembered his promise to Luke. He was never to let Ben know about his father. Not even his name.
A/n: Chapters done, and I am sorry to say that I have to leave you at a cliffhanger. But even though I am evil and mean and frustrating, please review! And I'll write more! I promise! Flames welcome, too.
By: The Disgraced Angel
Disclaimer: The depressed characters in this story are all Lucas' creations. I have only just mutilated their reputations and their story to entertain my evil self. I have made no money off this, and if your rich daddy happens to be a lawyer, I tell ye now: Ye'll get not a dime from me, as I am a poor writer struggling to pay my water bill.
A/N: I have written this chapter dedicated to my ONE AND Only Reviewer, Captian Jack Sparrow. ( ( (Come on People, Review! I only wrote because YOU, the wonderful reader bother to tell me about my story, (Or flame it, whatever you wish) So PLEASE! Review!) Oh, and this chapter is set four years after Luke left. Ben is four (Duh) and the twins are 11 AND A HALF, and little Anakin is 10. Everybody "Assumes" Luke Skywalker is dead, but actually.Oh hell, why don't you read and find out. I am writing this as I go, so even I don't know what happens.
Chapter Two: My Iguana is sleeping on my computer (No, but that is really happening,)
The real Chapter Two: The Return Of the DISGRACED Jedi
(I'm listening to Madonna right now, so this may be a bit.ah, odd.)
It was like waking up from a horrible trace, and seeing the world in a totally different point of view. The tress and people and even the stars that used to seem so sad and colorless, now seemed bright, even vulgar, if such a word could have the angry and used feeling Luke Skywalker was harboring.
For the last four years, which were nearly a blur now to him, he had been drifting around, under another identity, helping a large group of rebels, who hated the New Republic, destroy it. Luke had cared not that their hatred was for the people who ran it rather than the laws, because he had at the time wanted to feel the way he had when he himself was a rebel, struggling against the odds that had been so against him and the rebellion. But now, with Luke's help, he had done to the New Republic what he had done to the Empire. Just in a more subtle fashion.
And now, his hatred, the only thing he could cling to, was making him temporarily leave his friends, the people he called family, to destroy the heart of the falling New Republic.
He hadn't traveled the streets of Courascant for three years, the last time being to help five of his new rebel friends destroy some of the new republic archives information.
Strolling purposely down one of Courascant busiest streets, his hidden face was bathed in the large buildings shadows. He heard a few Humans chatting happily behind him. They're apparent excitement irked him. It also depressed him.
The bright red transit trolley that was now picking him and a few others up suddenly seemed to have lost its flair, and the music, a tune he recalled knowing from what seemed like a past life, was losing its loud inspirational beat. He felt his ears distort it to what he would describe as a mournful funeral march. He hardly ever could feel the happiness around him. Even flying, something he loved doing, had lost its thrill. (Poor Luke needs some Zoloft, huh?)
Soon, what felt like hours to him, he was being dropped off in front of a large glass and gray building. Go time he thought, and silently removed an ever threatening thermal detonator from his belt.
The thrill of seeing his destruction was gone now, as Luke lay on an old smelly mattress in a run down hotel on the outskirts of town. A holovid's in front of him displayed the building he flew into, and the one small New Republic museum he blew up. Scenes of terror flashed before his eyes, the terror he caused. The terror the C.O.T.E had caused. The headquarter of the C.O.T.E, or Children Of The Empire, had congratulated him a few minutes ago, saying how they had just one last job for him. The final straw. The one that would finally tell the Galaxy a new revolution was being born. And that, more than anything was on Luke's Mind.
Luke sleathly entered the protected doors of the Imperial Castle. The grand entry was lighted, but deserted. The guards were just now shifting, and it was the perfect time for Luke to sneak in undetected. He reached the double sealed doors leading to the residents upper levels. On the doors was the large crest of the deteriorating New Republic. Luke Spat on the Crest of The New Republic. The New Republic was barely even existing, after what The C.O.T.E and the Empire Reborn had done to it. And Luke felt that the pathetic government did not deserve a crest so serene, let alone a crest or a castle for the headquarter at all.
Every high official of the N.R was in the Imperial Palace for protection. But it seemed like, high position or not, every official couldn't begin to fill the large ornate castle. And to Luke, it seemed such a waste to have it taken up by a lesser government.
Luke did not need to tap into the computers to find his ex-sisters room. He opened himself to the force, something he hadn't done in a year or more, and let it guide him to her.
Her room, not surprisingly, was next to the conference room the highest members and senators met in every morning. Her door was double protected by armed droids and a few patrolling security guards. Using the force, he cut off the guards oxygen, killing them. Behind him, he heard a small clatter, but ignored it as he had to concentrate on the droids. The guards falls to the floor then distracted the droids, which gave Luke time disconnect them with the force. That left his way almost free. Except the door. Which was locked with things he wasn't sure would open with the force.
Relieved he had been wrong about the doors, he walked silently thought the doorway, letting it hiss close behind him.
It being very late at night, he fully expected His ex-family to be exhausted and asleep in their rooms. But one light at the end of the long hallway was on. And Luke had a gut feeling that this one was Leia's.
Hearing their voices again brought the saddest and angriest feelings from inside of him. He clenched his hands as he heard Han quiet Leia, and Leia yell about something Luke couldn't make out. Luke was framed next to Threepio, who was outside the door, halfway on it seemed. Luke felt the odd feeling that he wanted to hear threeopio one last time. He kicked the metal droid lightly, and watched as his old friend sprang to life, flustered and annoyed. "R2-d2! That was very rude of you, sneaking up on me! You sliver can of-." Threepio stopped suddenly, seeing that his quirky friend was no where in sight. "I hate this job." Threepio muttered, adjusting himself. Luke suddenly had a memory of himself as a young man, grinning at Threepio and R2-d2 arguing while he tried to make Princess Leia's message appear to him once more. This only further depressed Luke, and for a second lost his cover. Unnoticed to him, he was exposed.
Threepio yelped and attempted to open the door to Leia and Han's room. Luke snapped out of his momentary trance, and unconsically reached for his blaster. He began to panic when he felt it was gone. The clatter behind him rang in his ear, as he realized with horror he had dropped it. Forgetting about, he grabbed threepio's head and flipped the switch that shut him off. Then instantly he resumed his cover of being invisible, and backed himself into a wall as the glass door opened.
"It was probably the kids. You know how threeopio is." Han muttered. He peered out the door, scanning the dim hallway. His eyes fell on the crumpled droid. "I was right. Look." He said, pointing to Threepio. "The kids must have scared him, and turned him off." Han pushed open the door a little farther, and reached for Threepio. Luke stared intently on Hans face. Worry lines and wrinkles that were never there lined his worn face.
His heart gave a jolt as he stepped out and switched Threepio back on. Leia followed. Her eyes were wide as she clutched her heart. Luke felt his cover slowly slipping as he gazed upon her sad, yet beautiful face for the first time in four years.
"Oh My! Master Han! Master Han! There is someone in the house!" Threepio shrieked. He began waving his metal arms around. "Ah, Threepio, it was just the kids. Nobody is in here." Threepio put his hands down and, shuffled away, slightly embarrassed. "Oh.well, then I'll just go and check on them, just incase." And disappeared through a door.
"Han." Leia breathed, framed in the doorway and clutching his hand. "Luke." She whispered, her head spinning. Her eyes got wider as she saw for a brief second his face. Then it was gone, along with the force current he projected.
Luke was sure they could hear his heart pounding. He never expected to act this way when he saw them. He had hoped to kill them in the dark, and take Ben, and leave. But the feelings that were building up inside of him were preventing him from doing anything but breathe. And even that he was barely managing.
"What?" Han asked, shock in face as he turned to face his wife. She was falling down, tears streaming down her face. She then began rocking backwards and forwards, muttering quietly. Han, fearing for her sanity, squatted next to her and lightly shook her. "Leia! What's wrong? What about HIM?" He whispered. It was too painful to speak his ex-brothers name. "What about HIM?" He whispered more urgently. It was too painful to speak his ex-brothers name.
"Oh Han, I saw him.I felt him.He's here." She whispered fiercely. "But now he's gone.dead." She cried. Han's eyes widened. "Leia," he said gently, stroking her hair, holding back his own tears, "He's been dead.for four years." She shook her head. "No Han," She said urgently, getting up and staring around wildly, "He's come back.his ghost.Like Obi-Wan." Then she wailed a loud mournful cry as Luke felt himself start to sob, and unveil himself for the third time. He knew he was losing control. But the force, his anger, his objective, seemed to disappear as he felt his cover go. He did the only thing he could do and bolted down the hall, finding sanctuary in the Den.
Han held Leia, and dragged her back to her room, muttering, "The children Leia, Ben." He said. He remembered his promise to Luke. He was never to let Ben know about his father. Not even his name.
A/n: Chapters done, and I am sorry to say that I have to leave you at a cliffhanger. But even though I am evil and mean and frustrating, please review! And I'll write more! I promise! Flames welcome, too.