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 layer, 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: Okay, here is my BIG Chapter. It will probably provide you with a few hours of entertainment, and then after that leave you wanting to flame me for writing such a depressing story about Luke. But you see, MY WHOLE INTENT ON WRITING THIS IS: so that you will read and review. So please R&R and I promise to have more A.S.A.P! Today my inspiration is not Madonna music, but yes, The Star Wars C.D. And I dedicate this Chapter to:
Waterlilies- A.K.A- Brittany
(I am listening to the Imperial March right now, so be prepared for DRAMA.)
Chapter Four:
The Other Side Of Irony
(The Imperial March Plays In the Background)
It was like De'je'vu for Han. He half expected Vader to be the one seated in the chair. But of course, that could never happen, so it left Hans mind to run wild with ideas on ho was encroaching upon their home in the middle of the night, sitting so nonchalantly in their chair.
Leia was the first to recover her wits, and spoke up in a firm voice. She had dealt with criminals who hated her, maybe even a few physcos, so this was nothing new to the Princess. "Who are you?" She demanded. She dared not go forward and see for herself. There was something strongly familiar about the silent figure. Han felt it too, and fingered the blaster he was itching to draw and end the whole thing. "I can see what you're doing Han. I wouldn't take out that blaster, least I "accidentally" shoot mine first." The cold voice said. This confirmed Leia's weird felling, because somewhere, she knew that voice. But the tone itself was deceiving. Han casually removed his fingers from the holster. Fearing for Leia, who was right in front of the gun, he boldly stepped in front of her. "Look, buddy," Han Said vehemently, "I don't know who you are, or what you want but if you don't get your sorry ass-." Leia quickly cut him off with a look that said, This can be solved diplomatically. "Look, I'm sure you have a very good reason for being here, and if it's money you want.or to talk to us." She said. The she stepped up next to Han and said softly, "But whatever you want, killing us isn't going to get it." She was near the blaster, and hoped to quickly tease it out of the man's hand with the force. But when she tried, he seemed to have expected it, and blocked her force move. Leia shrank back, well aware that this was no ordinary murderer. Han moved back as well, concerned with her sudden fright. "Hey, you still haven't answered my question! Who the hell are you?" Han yelled. Leia grabbed his hand and shook her head. But a soft laugh brought her attention on to the ominous black chair, that was slowly revolving their way.
Leia felt like every breath of air had been sucked out of her. Sitting on the chair was an grinning Luke Skywalker, with small blaster in his lap. She couldn't hear the words that slipped through his lips, but the mere sight of him there, alive, real brought flashes of the worst memories of Luke she remembered. She could fell her brain rejecting the image she was perceiving. It was screaming, This isn't Luke! It can't be! Not the kind, wise, loving boy I knew.She shuddered and felt herself shaking with sobs, with fear, as she fell back against the wall, her knee's buckling. Han was trembling and fell beside her. The sight before them was even more astonishing and frightening than seeing Vader standing above him, ordering he be frozen into carbonate. The voice that laughed contradicted everything that the evil smiling figure should have represented. The only comfort Han could have as he and Leia fell into darkness, was that maybe this was a dream.he could still be drunk..
A slight pang of sadness had returned to Luke after witnessing their astonishing behavior at their return. He had never seen Leia or Han ever Panic. He had never know them to fear him. But to Luke, their fear was hate.and they wanted him dead and gone like he wanted to blast them. He would finish off the horrible people whom he had once called family. But Luke had hoped this thought would bring him comfort, after the effort he had put into getting here. But all he felt was depression. Then he suddenly felt unmotivated, and then his whole mind went blank. He felt his grip loosen on his blaster, and his eyelids fall down over his eyes. But for once, he welcomed this. Maybe he was dying. Maybe it meant now, he didn't have to kill them....But a last memory filled his head, the screaming of Leia's voice as she saw him, the hate he know he heard, the repulsion. They hated him.what was he going to expect? Nobody cared about Luke anymore.and now he was failing C.O.T.E. Luke felt himself quickly fall into unconsciousness, his depression overwhelming him again,; enfolding him into it's suffocating blanket.
A/N: (I don't know? Should I end the chapter here, leaving you to wonder? Yes, I must. I need to go to bed. But expect another update tomorrow. I promise. But I will leave you to ponder this: What Happened To Luke, if Leia and Han Are also unconscious?) Please R&R!!!!
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 layer, 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: Okay, here is my BIG Chapter. It will probably provide you with a few hours of entertainment, and then after that leave you wanting to flame me for writing such a depressing story about Luke. But you see, MY WHOLE INTENT ON WRITING THIS IS: so that you will read and review. So please R&R and I promise to have more A.S.A.P! Today my inspiration is not Madonna music, but yes, The Star Wars C.D. And I dedicate this Chapter to:
Waterlilies- A.K.A- Brittany
(I am listening to the Imperial March right now, so be prepared for DRAMA.)
Chapter Four:
The Other Side Of Irony
(The Imperial March Plays In the Background)
It was like De'je'vu for Han. He half expected Vader to be the one seated in the chair. But of course, that could never happen, so it left Hans mind to run wild with ideas on ho was encroaching upon their home in the middle of the night, sitting so nonchalantly in their chair.
Leia was the first to recover her wits, and spoke up in a firm voice. She had dealt with criminals who hated her, maybe even a few physcos, so this was nothing new to the Princess. "Who are you?" She demanded. She dared not go forward and see for herself. There was something strongly familiar about the silent figure. Han felt it too, and fingered the blaster he was itching to draw and end the whole thing. "I can see what you're doing Han. I wouldn't take out that blaster, least I "accidentally" shoot mine first." The cold voice said. This confirmed Leia's weird felling, because somewhere, she knew that voice. But the tone itself was deceiving. Han casually removed his fingers from the holster. Fearing for Leia, who was right in front of the gun, he boldly stepped in front of her. "Look, buddy," Han Said vehemently, "I don't know who you are, or what you want but if you don't get your sorry ass-." Leia quickly cut him off with a look that said, This can be solved diplomatically. "Look, I'm sure you have a very good reason for being here, and if it's money you want.or to talk to us." She said. The she stepped up next to Han and said softly, "But whatever you want, killing us isn't going to get it." She was near the blaster, and hoped to quickly tease it out of the man's hand with the force. But when she tried, he seemed to have expected it, and blocked her force move. Leia shrank back, well aware that this was no ordinary murderer. Han moved back as well, concerned with her sudden fright. "Hey, you still haven't answered my question! Who the hell are you?" Han yelled. Leia grabbed his hand and shook her head. But a soft laugh brought her attention on to the ominous black chair, that was slowly revolving their way.
Leia felt like every breath of air had been sucked out of her. Sitting on the chair was an grinning Luke Skywalker, with small blaster in his lap. She couldn't hear the words that slipped through his lips, but the mere sight of him there, alive, real brought flashes of the worst memories of Luke she remembered. She could fell her brain rejecting the image she was perceiving. It was screaming, This isn't Luke! It can't be! Not the kind, wise, loving boy I knew.She shuddered and felt herself shaking with sobs, with fear, as she fell back against the wall, her knee's buckling. Han was trembling and fell beside her. The sight before them was even more astonishing and frightening than seeing Vader standing above him, ordering he be frozen into carbonate. The voice that laughed contradicted everything that the evil smiling figure should have represented. The only comfort Han could have as he and Leia fell into darkness, was that maybe this was a dream.he could still be drunk..
A slight pang of sadness had returned to Luke after witnessing their astonishing behavior at their return. He had never seen Leia or Han ever Panic. He had never know them to fear him. But to Luke, their fear was hate.and they wanted him dead and gone like he wanted to blast them. He would finish off the horrible people whom he had once called family. But Luke had hoped this thought would bring him comfort, after the effort he had put into getting here. But all he felt was depression. Then he suddenly felt unmotivated, and then his whole mind went blank. He felt his grip loosen on his blaster, and his eyelids fall down over his eyes. But for once, he welcomed this. Maybe he was dying. Maybe it meant now, he didn't have to kill them....But a last memory filled his head, the screaming of Leia's voice as she saw him, the hate he know he heard, the repulsion. They hated him.what was he going to expect? Nobody cared about Luke anymore.and now he was failing C.O.T.E. Luke felt himself quickly fall into unconsciousness, his depression overwhelming him again,; enfolding him into it's suffocating blanket.
A/N: (I don't know? Should I end the chapter here, leaving you to wonder? Yes, I must. I need to go to bed. But expect another update tomorrow. I promise. But I will leave you to ponder this: What Happened To Luke, if Leia and Han Are also unconscious?) Please R&R!!!!