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: This is my third ch. And no, I have no idea how long it will be (As long as the readers want probably) and no, I don't know what's going to happen next. I write as I go along, which even gives Me Surprises! And PLEASE REVIEW!!! YOU REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE TO MY STORY!!! Email me even! I am lilith_the_strange@yahoo.com !!! Thanks!
Chapter Three: The Den Of The Doomed
Luke was huddled under a cabinet containing preserved foods and instant meals. He figured it was probably the only thing Han could cook when Leia was out on business.
And as he sat there, his first thought was what to do next. He had regained his control and calm with the force, and was ready to finish the job he came there to do. And this time, no nagging voices of dead mentors, or even his own distorted conscious could dissalude him.
"Han, I can't sleep." Leia murmured, turning to face her also wide awake husband. Han nodded in agreement, and turned to face her, too. "I keep thinking of.Luke." She whispered, reaching for his hand for comfort. "You don't need amazing Jedi powers to know that." He bantered. She took a shuddering breath and sat up, drawing her knees up to her chest. "What would it have been like if Luke hadn't left? Why did he go?" She asked Han. He sat up beside her. They had asked themselves this many a night, and Han didn't have the emotional strength to go through it again. He turned her sad face towards his. "We can't dwell on that.Luke wouldn't want us to be upset. He would have wanted us to take care of the kids, and rebuild the New Republic." But Han's voice wasn't soft or comforting. Leia felt tears threatening, and the world crash down once again. Her head was foggy, and she felt tired and weak, like she was fighting a wave of depression she had no hopes to defeat. "All day we've been in complete disarray, after what had happened to the Jedi museum, and the flight control center. I felt finally, like the Empire was going to return. We don't stand a chance against forces that can do all this damage!" She cried suddenly, feeling her shame and sadness at not being able to control herself. "The New Republic is falling, Han, and I feel like there will never be a chance to save it."
The final ending point of Han's discussion with Leia was about their four kids safety. Han heatedly reminded Leia of the last time they were shipped to Winter, and Leia replied back that Courascant was the worst place for them to be, especially after the recent attacks. And in the end, when Han fell exhausted on his pillow, he submitted to her wishes, and first thing in the morning promised to get a ship to Winter, and let them stay with her until the fighting died down. But as Leia too fell back on her pillow, she muttered ominously that the fighting may never end. And with or without Jedi visions to aid him, Han knew she was right. _______________________________________________ Han and Leia never got much sleep when a voice from the security channel on their holocom woke them up a standard hour later.
"We believe after evaluating the evidence outside your apartment, that someone may be in there." The serious voice of Commander Nulf informed a groggy Han. As soon as he heard that, every sign of sleep was gone from his face. "Well," Han admitted, "We did hear a small disturbance in the house a few hours ago, but um.we believe it was just the children playing with our droid threeopio." There was a sigh from the Commanders end, followed by, "Is everything all right there? Nothing damaged or hurt?" Nulf inquired. Han shook his head, and then replied, "No. But we'll call you if we hear anything. I don't think anyone could have gotten in here, and if they did, surly they would have done something by now." There was a pause and the Nulf said, "Well if your sure.we'll monitor things, and if we see anything suspicious." Han nodded. "Don't worry, Commander. We're all fine here. But I think my wife might just shoot me if I keep her up any longer." Han joked. There was a warm chuckle from the other line, a brief goodbye, and the line went dead, leaving Han to resume his troubled sleep.
Luke had not moved in over three hours. He had nearly panicked when he heard that Leia was at the door and leaving. That meant he would have to wait for her to return before attempting to kill her. And even though it would be only too easy to murder her with the force, Luke had decided to renounce it, preferring to never again use his Jedi abilities. And the few occasions he did were rare.
He was sore and about to nod off, when he heard a new disturbance. He slightly extended his senses, and heard sobby goodbyes and hasty hugs some ten yards away. Risking a peek from his hiding place, he glimpsed a sight of Han pushing four children towards security guards, who were insisting they leave as soon as possible. His heart dropped when he saw the youngest, Ben, his son, (he would know that face anywhere, as it looked like a young him) cling to Han's leg and sob, "Don't leave me!" He pouted up at Han with a tear stained face, and large deep blue eyes. The other three, a lot older than Ben, began to wail their protests, too, but without the tears. Luke's eyes widened, and he felt sadder than he had ever felt. That's my Son! And the kids don't even remember me! They hate me.they hate me.I'm a loser.a failure..hate me. Luke's head screamed. He bit his lip and resisted running out there and killing them all and taking Ben away. But then that would leave Leia, and she was his main objective. His heart pounded horribly as he watched Han cry, too, and said his final goodbyes to his kids. Their muffled replies were the last thing left hanging in the air as the hasty guards swept the kids from Han, and rushed them from their home. Han also fought the urge to go after them, but firmly stayed put. He was closing the door when he heard Ben wail at him, "Daddy! Don't leave me again!" Han nearly submitted to his four year olds cry, but felt duty for their safety interfere. Luke felt like the cry was for him, and was halfway through whipping the cabinet door open when he saw Han's miserable face. The pain he saw was so intense, that every depressed and horrible memory he possessed flew at him, blinding him, and causing him to fall back into his secluded hiding place, clutching his heart. He felt like he was dying, and finally knew what it must be like with the dark side ripping you apart. He was breathless, and as his door closed, saw Hans teary eyes become covered with his hands as he rushed to his room, wishing it never was this way. Luke cringed as he felt some unnatural force stab at his heart, and quietly moaned at the wave of depression that was washing over him. If there was only a way to end all the horrible visions and voices his head cried. All he had ever wanted was to be loved, and accepted. He wanted to be that young innocent rebel boy he had once been. Carefree. But now, after seeing how corrupt even the N.R was, and how pointless all this government fighting was, and the Jedi, and killing all to have a few more useless rights, he only wanted to end it. And the end himself, like he had promised Han and Leia four years ago. A new wave of tears streamed down his face. Luke remembered that they hadn't even bothered to really find him. They too, forgot about him. SO he was truly alone. Alone.alone.nobody cares Luke.suck it up and do your job.they hate you remember?...they didn't even care when you left.you were only a hero while the Empire was there to beat.after that.you were just a troublesome Jedi.that NOBODY Liked.so really crybaby boy.suck it up and finish what you started.then you can have some rest...and there, in death, it won't ever matter if you were loved or not.. Luke thought. And then he put aside his depressed feelings, and concentrated the only other feeling he had, hate, on his final mission.
The quiet hiss of the front door aroused Luke from his brief thoughts of his plan. The hiss close, and the heavy, tired footsteps told him it was Leia.
Nobody had been out of the house since Han had left back to his room after eating a leftover lunch. He had been very close to being discovered, and realized h needed a new hiding spot. And Luke made sure he was alone before finding another, more secure hiding spot in the unused walk in closet in Han and Leia's bedroom.
He held his breath and held the blaster he stole from Han's drawer steady. It was seven or eight agonizing minutes before he heard the door slide open. Two pairs of tired footsteps walked in, and Luke felt the excited and almost happy feeling he got when he was on a mission to kill. It was odd, but for once, he was happy, or at least eager to do his mission. He was almost sure that this would end his pain. To watch the ones who had shunned him, and never cared, die.
"It won't be the same without them.I miss them so much already." Han muttered to Leia. She nodded, and began undressing and changing in to her less formal house clothes. Han was tensely pacing, and Leia was watching his with a weary eyes. "It's best. They've been government targets since the day they born." And she added, unconvincingly, "We did the right thing." Han snorted, and stopped pacing to face her. "We said that he last five times we sent the "Away" and remember what happened?" Leia began to protest, but Han interrupted saying, "Like the time they got kidnapped by Hithter, and we all met up at that stupid temple place, where Luke saved Anakin from becoming a human sacrifice?" Han cringed at the memory. Leia's eyes filled with sad tears. "Well that won't happen this time! I trust Winter.and Chewie's with her remember? They will protect the children." She said angrily, throwing her clothes in a heap on the plush floor. She started for the bathroom, when Han came up behind her and placed his callused hands on her shoulder. "I'm sorry.I'm just worried about them.It's not like we have Luke the Jedi Master to come and save them anymore." Han murmured. Leia shuddered. "I know." Then she added quietly, "I'm glad to hear you at least say his name again." Han nodded curtly, trying to avoid bringing up the painful memories that came from his mere memory. Leia, sensing the need for a change of topic, said, "To get our minds of the children, lets go to dinner." She declared. Han looked startled, and then his face bore a grim smile. "No, lets go to a cantina. I haven't been to one of those in what seems like years." he said, rubbing his chin. Leia frowned, but said, "oh, alright." Nonetheless. "Well, you can't go in those clothes." Han said playfully, and went over to a drawer he hadn't opened in a while. Rummaging through it, came upon some of her old "rebel" attire, and as he was pulling out the shirt, saw a holodisk that caught his eye. He pulled both the shirt and the disk out. Nothing else remained in the drawer. "Hey, Leia, what all was in this drawer? DO you know what this is?" He asked handing her both. She glanced at the shirt before slipping it on, and then gave a puzzled expression to the disk. "Hmmmm, no. But it's probably some old information disks." She said, and placed it next to the bed on her dresser. Giving no more thought to it, she and Han finally slipped out of their apartment, unnoticed, leaving Luke with curiosity and the big plan ahead.
(I am really tired right now, but I will continue writing so that you, my valued reader, will not have to life a finger or wait to see the next chapter. See how much I love you guys?)
Luke fingered the small disk in his hands. He had just completed his first step, disconnecting all the holocom's lines, the security system, and of course, the two annoying droids that resided inside the house. It was all silent now, and Luke was almost sure he knew that the disk was important. He could feel something from Leia when she saw it. Was it that she thought the information on the disk important? But to Luke, if it were, surly she wouldn't have left it out. But as the minutes drew by, Luke, overcome by his ill-fated curiosity and boredom, decide to scan it, and see if it were any value. He would send it to C.O.T.E's headquarter if it were. To leave them at least one more thing that could help them out.
The screen instantly went from blank fuzzy lines to a clear picture of a three very young rebels in a temple. They were all boys, and Luke instantly recognized them as though they were from a dream. One was his long dead friend, Biggs Darklighter, and the other two were himself and Wedge Antilles. They were sitting on the stone floor of the Rebel base, Yavin four, recording this as a last memoir should they never return from the attack they were attempting on the death star that following day. Luke was telling Bibs about rescuing Leia, and How he met Han. There was pure happiness and excitement in his young voice, and as Luke stared, he remembered that day like It was a thousand years ago. Could he have ever really been that carefree, when he knew he may die the next day? And his old friends, did they ever really care about him? "Hey, Luke. I'm so glad to see ya again. I knew you'd come here someday. Me and you, not even the empire can separate!" Biggs bantered affectionately. He lightly punched Luke on the shoulder, and grinned. "Remember when I was leaving that day, and you promised to one day leave and join the Rebellion, too?" Luke grinned too, and nodded, remembering as though it were yesterday. "I guess you made it, huh?" He said. Luke smiled and replied happily, "I really did." Then the holovid went blank, signaling that the disk was over. Luke was paralyzed. He remembered. Biggs, blowing up, the sadness as his friend left, then his encounter with Vader, his dad dying, his aunt and uncle dying.and then the day he left Han and Leia's. When he remembered that bottomless abyss of sadness that filled his heart, that alones; he knew then. Everyone only cared or loved him until they found someone or something better to care about. And then he was truly and undoubtly ALONE.
The only voices that Luke could hear at that point were the ones inside his head, browbeating him for every death he thought he caused. For all the Jedi, for all his family. He clung to his gun, wishing he had nothing to keep him there. It would be all too easy. He was a disgrace. A Disgraced Jedi. No one would miss him.But the old rebel Luke wouldn't have given up his attack on the death star because of that.just because he wasn't loved anymore.he would have done it, even if it meant that his friends would have only loved him for a little while.it was better than nothing. And Luke wasn't going to give up now.not when his last goal was so close to being full-filled. At least he could make his friends at the C.O.T.E happy.
"Something doesn't feel right." Leia murmured as she and Han walked into the dark apartment. "You only think that because your half drunk. Believe me, it always feels like things are a little out of place." Han replied, as he staggered down the hall. "I am not drunk! And neither are you.I know this feeling.it's like.danger or, or." She said, trying to find out what exactly it was. "Or what?" Han said, stopping. "Its so silent. Where Is Threepio, and R2? And why are all the lights out?" She said. Her heart began beating faster. "Someone's here." She croaked. Her heart rate accelerated. "Now Leia. That's just paranoia. Look," He said, pushing open their bedroom door, "Nobody here.Just us, and two switched off droids."
Leia, still not relived, took Han's hand and stepped into the room. Leia felt like she was suffocating, she wanted to scream.Someone was here! But her voice seemed to stop, and her fear and horror seemed to be in control of her now.
Han did not notice anything unusual, so he flipped on a light. For an instant, everything was too bight to see, but after his eyes adjusted, he saw a lone figure with it's back turned sitting on the chair next to the bed. The figure held a gun out with a steady arm, pointing their way. Then he door flew shut and securely shut behind them.
A/N: End Of Chapter Three. Now I know, you are probably cursing or frustrated because I end my chapters in cliffhangers. But don't fret, if you R&R, Promise to have the next installment up tomorrow. ONCE AGAIN, I BEG HUMBLY THAT YOU REVIEW! IT REALLY DOES MAKE A DIFFERENCE TO ME! PLEASE! I'll LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!!
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: This is my third ch. And no, I have no idea how long it will be (As long as the readers want probably) and no, I don't know what's going to happen next. I write as I go along, which even gives Me Surprises! And PLEASE REVIEW!!! YOU REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE TO MY STORY!!! Email me even! I am lilith_the_strange@yahoo.com !!! Thanks!
Chapter Three: The Den Of The Doomed
Luke was huddled under a cabinet containing preserved foods and instant meals. He figured it was probably the only thing Han could cook when Leia was out on business.
And as he sat there, his first thought was what to do next. He had regained his control and calm with the force, and was ready to finish the job he came there to do. And this time, no nagging voices of dead mentors, or even his own distorted conscious could dissalude him.
"Han, I can't sleep." Leia murmured, turning to face her also wide awake husband. Han nodded in agreement, and turned to face her, too. "I keep thinking of.Luke." She whispered, reaching for his hand for comfort. "You don't need amazing Jedi powers to know that." He bantered. She took a shuddering breath and sat up, drawing her knees up to her chest. "What would it have been like if Luke hadn't left? Why did he go?" She asked Han. He sat up beside her. They had asked themselves this many a night, and Han didn't have the emotional strength to go through it again. He turned her sad face towards his. "We can't dwell on that.Luke wouldn't want us to be upset. He would have wanted us to take care of the kids, and rebuild the New Republic." But Han's voice wasn't soft or comforting. Leia felt tears threatening, and the world crash down once again. Her head was foggy, and she felt tired and weak, like she was fighting a wave of depression she had no hopes to defeat. "All day we've been in complete disarray, after what had happened to the Jedi museum, and the flight control center. I felt finally, like the Empire was going to return. We don't stand a chance against forces that can do all this damage!" She cried suddenly, feeling her shame and sadness at not being able to control herself. "The New Republic is falling, Han, and I feel like there will never be a chance to save it."
The final ending point of Han's discussion with Leia was about their four kids safety. Han heatedly reminded Leia of the last time they were shipped to Winter, and Leia replied back that Courascant was the worst place for them to be, especially after the recent attacks. And in the end, when Han fell exhausted on his pillow, he submitted to her wishes, and first thing in the morning promised to get a ship to Winter, and let them stay with her until the fighting died down. But as Leia too fell back on her pillow, she muttered ominously that the fighting may never end. And with or without Jedi visions to aid him, Han knew she was right. _______________________________________________ Han and Leia never got much sleep when a voice from the security channel on their holocom woke them up a standard hour later.
"We believe after evaluating the evidence outside your apartment, that someone may be in there." The serious voice of Commander Nulf informed a groggy Han. As soon as he heard that, every sign of sleep was gone from his face. "Well," Han admitted, "We did hear a small disturbance in the house a few hours ago, but um.we believe it was just the children playing with our droid threeopio." There was a sigh from the Commanders end, followed by, "Is everything all right there? Nothing damaged or hurt?" Nulf inquired. Han shook his head, and then replied, "No. But we'll call you if we hear anything. I don't think anyone could have gotten in here, and if they did, surly they would have done something by now." There was a pause and the Nulf said, "Well if your sure.we'll monitor things, and if we see anything suspicious." Han nodded. "Don't worry, Commander. We're all fine here. But I think my wife might just shoot me if I keep her up any longer." Han joked. There was a warm chuckle from the other line, a brief goodbye, and the line went dead, leaving Han to resume his troubled sleep.
Luke had not moved in over three hours. He had nearly panicked when he heard that Leia was at the door and leaving. That meant he would have to wait for her to return before attempting to kill her. And even though it would be only too easy to murder her with the force, Luke had decided to renounce it, preferring to never again use his Jedi abilities. And the few occasions he did were rare.
He was sore and about to nod off, when he heard a new disturbance. He slightly extended his senses, and heard sobby goodbyes and hasty hugs some ten yards away. Risking a peek from his hiding place, he glimpsed a sight of Han pushing four children towards security guards, who were insisting they leave as soon as possible. His heart dropped when he saw the youngest, Ben, his son, (he would know that face anywhere, as it looked like a young him) cling to Han's leg and sob, "Don't leave me!" He pouted up at Han with a tear stained face, and large deep blue eyes. The other three, a lot older than Ben, began to wail their protests, too, but without the tears. Luke's eyes widened, and he felt sadder than he had ever felt. That's my Son! And the kids don't even remember me! They hate me.they hate me.I'm a loser.a failure..hate me. Luke's head screamed. He bit his lip and resisted running out there and killing them all and taking Ben away. But then that would leave Leia, and she was his main objective. His heart pounded horribly as he watched Han cry, too, and said his final goodbyes to his kids. Their muffled replies were the last thing left hanging in the air as the hasty guards swept the kids from Han, and rushed them from their home. Han also fought the urge to go after them, but firmly stayed put. He was closing the door when he heard Ben wail at him, "Daddy! Don't leave me again!" Han nearly submitted to his four year olds cry, but felt duty for their safety interfere. Luke felt like the cry was for him, and was halfway through whipping the cabinet door open when he saw Han's miserable face. The pain he saw was so intense, that every depressed and horrible memory he possessed flew at him, blinding him, and causing him to fall back into his secluded hiding place, clutching his heart. He felt like he was dying, and finally knew what it must be like with the dark side ripping you apart. He was breathless, and as his door closed, saw Hans teary eyes become covered with his hands as he rushed to his room, wishing it never was this way. Luke cringed as he felt some unnatural force stab at his heart, and quietly moaned at the wave of depression that was washing over him. If there was only a way to end all the horrible visions and voices his head cried. All he had ever wanted was to be loved, and accepted. He wanted to be that young innocent rebel boy he had once been. Carefree. But now, after seeing how corrupt even the N.R was, and how pointless all this government fighting was, and the Jedi, and killing all to have a few more useless rights, he only wanted to end it. And the end himself, like he had promised Han and Leia four years ago. A new wave of tears streamed down his face. Luke remembered that they hadn't even bothered to really find him. They too, forgot about him. SO he was truly alone. Alone.alone.nobody cares Luke.suck it up and do your job.they hate you remember?...they didn't even care when you left.you were only a hero while the Empire was there to beat.after that.you were just a troublesome Jedi.that NOBODY Liked.so really crybaby boy.suck it up and finish what you started.then you can have some rest...and there, in death, it won't ever matter if you were loved or not.. Luke thought. And then he put aside his depressed feelings, and concentrated the only other feeling he had, hate, on his final mission.
The quiet hiss of the front door aroused Luke from his brief thoughts of his plan. The hiss close, and the heavy, tired footsteps told him it was Leia.
Nobody had been out of the house since Han had left back to his room after eating a leftover lunch. He had been very close to being discovered, and realized h needed a new hiding spot. And Luke made sure he was alone before finding another, more secure hiding spot in the unused walk in closet in Han and Leia's bedroom.
He held his breath and held the blaster he stole from Han's drawer steady. It was seven or eight agonizing minutes before he heard the door slide open. Two pairs of tired footsteps walked in, and Luke felt the excited and almost happy feeling he got when he was on a mission to kill. It was odd, but for once, he was happy, or at least eager to do his mission. He was almost sure that this would end his pain. To watch the ones who had shunned him, and never cared, die.
"It won't be the same without them.I miss them so much already." Han muttered to Leia. She nodded, and began undressing and changing in to her less formal house clothes. Han was tensely pacing, and Leia was watching his with a weary eyes. "It's best. They've been government targets since the day they born." And she added, unconvincingly, "We did the right thing." Han snorted, and stopped pacing to face her. "We said that he last five times we sent the "Away" and remember what happened?" Leia began to protest, but Han interrupted saying, "Like the time they got kidnapped by Hithter, and we all met up at that stupid temple place, where Luke saved Anakin from becoming a human sacrifice?" Han cringed at the memory. Leia's eyes filled with sad tears. "Well that won't happen this time! I trust Winter.and Chewie's with her remember? They will protect the children." She said angrily, throwing her clothes in a heap on the plush floor. She started for the bathroom, when Han came up behind her and placed his callused hands on her shoulder. "I'm sorry.I'm just worried about them.It's not like we have Luke the Jedi Master to come and save them anymore." Han murmured. Leia shuddered. "I know." Then she added quietly, "I'm glad to hear you at least say his name again." Han nodded curtly, trying to avoid bringing up the painful memories that came from his mere memory. Leia, sensing the need for a change of topic, said, "To get our minds of the children, lets go to dinner." She declared. Han looked startled, and then his face bore a grim smile. "No, lets go to a cantina. I haven't been to one of those in what seems like years." he said, rubbing his chin. Leia frowned, but said, "oh, alright." Nonetheless. "Well, you can't go in those clothes." Han said playfully, and went over to a drawer he hadn't opened in a while. Rummaging through it, came upon some of her old "rebel" attire, and as he was pulling out the shirt, saw a holodisk that caught his eye. He pulled both the shirt and the disk out. Nothing else remained in the drawer. "Hey, Leia, what all was in this drawer? DO you know what this is?" He asked handing her both. She glanced at the shirt before slipping it on, and then gave a puzzled expression to the disk. "Hmmmm, no. But it's probably some old information disks." She said, and placed it next to the bed on her dresser. Giving no more thought to it, she and Han finally slipped out of their apartment, unnoticed, leaving Luke with curiosity and the big plan ahead.
(I am really tired right now, but I will continue writing so that you, my valued reader, will not have to life a finger or wait to see the next chapter. See how much I love you guys?)
Luke fingered the small disk in his hands. He had just completed his first step, disconnecting all the holocom's lines, the security system, and of course, the two annoying droids that resided inside the house. It was all silent now, and Luke was almost sure he knew that the disk was important. He could feel something from Leia when she saw it. Was it that she thought the information on the disk important? But to Luke, if it were, surly she wouldn't have left it out. But as the minutes drew by, Luke, overcome by his ill-fated curiosity and boredom, decide to scan it, and see if it were any value. He would send it to C.O.T.E's headquarter if it were. To leave them at least one more thing that could help them out.
The screen instantly went from blank fuzzy lines to a clear picture of a three very young rebels in a temple. They were all boys, and Luke instantly recognized them as though they were from a dream. One was his long dead friend, Biggs Darklighter, and the other two were himself and Wedge Antilles. They were sitting on the stone floor of the Rebel base, Yavin four, recording this as a last memoir should they never return from the attack they were attempting on the death star that following day. Luke was telling Bibs about rescuing Leia, and How he met Han. There was pure happiness and excitement in his young voice, and as Luke stared, he remembered that day like It was a thousand years ago. Could he have ever really been that carefree, when he knew he may die the next day? And his old friends, did they ever really care about him? "Hey, Luke. I'm so glad to see ya again. I knew you'd come here someday. Me and you, not even the empire can separate!" Biggs bantered affectionately. He lightly punched Luke on the shoulder, and grinned. "Remember when I was leaving that day, and you promised to one day leave and join the Rebellion, too?" Luke grinned too, and nodded, remembering as though it were yesterday. "I guess you made it, huh?" He said. Luke smiled and replied happily, "I really did." Then the holovid went blank, signaling that the disk was over. Luke was paralyzed. He remembered. Biggs, blowing up, the sadness as his friend left, then his encounter with Vader, his dad dying, his aunt and uncle dying.and then the day he left Han and Leia's. When he remembered that bottomless abyss of sadness that filled his heart, that alones; he knew then. Everyone only cared or loved him until they found someone or something better to care about. And then he was truly and undoubtly ALONE.
The only voices that Luke could hear at that point were the ones inside his head, browbeating him for every death he thought he caused. For all the Jedi, for all his family. He clung to his gun, wishing he had nothing to keep him there. It would be all too easy. He was a disgrace. A Disgraced Jedi. No one would miss him.But the old rebel Luke wouldn't have given up his attack on the death star because of that.just because he wasn't loved anymore.he would have done it, even if it meant that his friends would have only loved him for a little while.it was better than nothing. And Luke wasn't going to give up now.not when his last goal was so close to being full-filled. At least he could make his friends at the C.O.T.E happy.
"Something doesn't feel right." Leia murmured as she and Han walked into the dark apartment. "You only think that because your half drunk. Believe me, it always feels like things are a little out of place." Han replied, as he staggered down the hall. "I am not drunk! And neither are you.I know this feeling.it's like.danger or, or." She said, trying to find out what exactly it was. "Or what?" Han said, stopping. "Its so silent. Where Is Threepio, and R2? And why are all the lights out?" She said. Her heart began beating faster. "Someone's here." She croaked. Her heart rate accelerated. "Now Leia. That's just paranoia. Look," He said, pushing open their bedroom door, "Nobody here.Just us, and two switched off droids."
Leia, still not relived, took Han's hand and stepped into the room. Leia felt like she was suffocating, she wanted to scream.Someone was here! But her voice seemed to stop, and her fear and horror seemed to be in control of her now.
Han did not notice anything unusual, so he flipped on a light. For an instant, everything was too bight to see, but after his eyes adjusted, he saw a lone figure with it's back turned sitting on the chair next to the bed. The figure held a gun out with a steady arm, pointing their way. Then he door flew shut and securely shut behind them.
A/N: End Of Chapter Three. Now I know, you are probably cursing or frustrated because I end my chapters in cliffhangers. But don't fret, if you R&R, Promise to have the next installment up tomorrow. ONCE AGAIN, I BEG HUMBLY THAT YOU REVIEW! IT REALLY DOES MAKE A DIFFERENCE TO ME! PLEASE! I'll LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!!