The Disgraced Jedi
By: The Disgraced Angel
Written: January 30, 2004
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 you now: Ye'll get not a dime from me, as I am a poor writer struggling to pay my water bill.
A/N: I really have enjoyed writing this story so far. But I have gotten only ONE review.....So, if you want me to continue, just log in and REVIEW! I am sorry I can't accept anonymous reviews, I don't know why. If any one can tell me how to fix it, please do. I love hearing your comments, good or bad!
Chapter Five: Tears from the Heartless
"Artoo Detoo, haw shameful of you! Master Luke will be very displeased I'm sure when he finds you've stunned him." Threepio tutted. He stood awkwardly above an unconscious Luke, Leia, and Han. Threepio turned to face his troubled counterpart. Artoo beeped a surprised reply, which further aggravated Threepio. "Now Artoo, of course that's Master Luke. And I'm sure that there is a perfectly reasonable explanation he was holding that blaster. In fact, I'm sure he was actually trying to surprise them, and deceive them from thinking it was him so that he could surprise them." Artoo warbled an angry reply, and then began bleeping. Threepio sighed. "I know because I am suppost to understand Humans. In fact, besides interpreting, it is one of my main functions." Threepio drew himself up regally, and then continued on. "And since master Luke has been gone so long, he thought it only fit to surprise them. How was he suppost to know they would become overly surprised and pass out?" Artoo then bleeped a small reply, and rotated his dome to face Threepio. "No, I don't think he will forgive you. And I don't think Master Han or Princess Leia will be too pleased with you either. It will take at least two standard hours before Master Luke awakens. And Mistress Leia and Master Han will probably be up long before that. And seeing Master Luke in such a state will only further distress them." Artoo shifted nervously, and bleeped an apology. "Don't say sorry to me you overstuffed can of circuits!" And Threepio huffed off, Artoo for once following behind. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________ Han groggily shifted around, wondering where he was. Slowly he began recalling the dirty cantina, getting home.....and then seeing someone in their apartment. Han moaned when he remembered Luke. And then he felt an intense pain in his head, and knew it wasn't hangover. Timidly, he reached behind his head and felt a large bump, courtesy of the wall he fell into. He stared around, half expecting Luke to emerge. He didn't want to wonder now what this was all about. He just wanted to know that Leia was okay. He cautiously sat up, and stared around until he saw Leia laying motionless at his feet. All traces of sleep left him as he kneeled over her. He gently shook her, praying silently for a response. When Leia too, finally came around, he felt relief wash over him like a cool shower after a day of fixing the Falcon. "Leia," He whispered. He shook her again. Her strength returned to her faster than Han's had, and soon was sitting next to him, rubbing her head and wondering what was going to happen next. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________ Leia was the first to spot Luke, who was lying on his back, a blank look upon his pallid face. She jumped up and rushed over to him, wanting to confirm that it was truly her brother she was seeing. She felt his clammy skin and checked his pulse, she sighed in relief at finding he was alive. She glanced over at Han, who was speechless, but still at Luke's side all the same. Leia pushed some loose hairs away from her face and addressed Han shakily, noticing the small tremble in her voice, too. "This is him, Han. It's L-L-uke. I-I could never mistake him." She felt small tears weld up in her eyes. Han was too dumbfounded too speak. "Oh, Han," She cried, "we thought he was dead! They confirmed it, remember! But here is, here he is, right here, in front of us." The tears spilled down here face, and Han felt his fall, too. Leia felt so overjoyed, it was like a missing piece of her had been restored. It didn't matter why or how he got here, it just mattered that he was here, now, and they were never going to let him leave them again. She cried, and buried her face into Han's chest. She smiled weakly. "He's back. He came back......maybe he never even died! Or he came back from......there......and he-he wanted to surprise us or something! Oh Han! Luke is here." Han tried to smile, and if the circumstances weren't so strange, he would have been as ecstatic as Leia. But something still didn't match up. Han pulled her face away from him to speak to her, letting his words soak through. "This isn't Luke," he said heavily. She gave him a bewildered expression. "Of course it is! You think I wouldn't be able to recognize my own brother!" He shook his head, and his eyes dropped to the still figure. "Leia, that-that isn't the Luke I remember. He's-He's different. Leia," He said seriously, the pain and sadness dripping from his voice, "He said he wanted to......to kill himself. He wanted to leave. He changed. After the academy and Mara went, he had nothing..." Leia looked shocked. "He had us!" She interjected angrily. Han shook his head. "But it wasn't enough. He came back with a-a gun in his hand, and he broke into our house!" Leia bit her lip, and finally came up with, "He didn't want any attention! Everyone thinks he's dead, Han! He can't just go walking into the Imperial castle!" She said exasperatedly. Her blotchy eyes fell on Luke again, and she affectionately brushed away the blonde hair in his face. "He probably wanted to surprise us. And he took it a little too far, that's all. He didn't kill himself because he wanted to come back to us. He realized how much he missed Ben, and us. And the kids. It may have taken him a while, but Han, do you honestly think he came here to kill himself- or even kill us?" She asked. Han thought a second on the Luke he remembered. "No," he said finally, smiling. "Not the Luke I know." But he worries were still heavy with him as he carried Luke onto the bed. "I bet Artoo stunned him. In fact, I know he did. You know how shocking it must have been for him too see Luke again. He probably thought it was an intruder." Leia said as she covered Luke up with a blanket. Han nodded, knowing that Artoo certainly had it in him to do such a thing.
Luke knew that he was slowly swirling back into consciousness because of the pain that was suddenly come back to him. In dreams, nothing hurts, inside or out, but once awakened, everything he wished to avoid came speeding back at him, nearly blinding his mind with sudden memories.
Luke at first thought he was perhaps still in the cupboard, but then realized that nobody installed the highest quality mattress available in their food pantry. Luke tried to move around to wake himself up further. He knew that he was in a bed, in a dark room, and that he was not alone. The last thought sent his blood cold: He had failed. Han and Leia had caught him, and now he had no hopes of killing them. Now Luke had no wish to remember what had happened, but regardless, the scenes from the past few hours came into his mind. The last thing he recalled was being stunned. But by who? He was sure he had turned off the security system, so no surveillance could be done, and he knew he had shut off Threepio. But Artoo? He had assumed that Artoo was already off. So now, with full notion of what his situation was, he wondered what he should do next. He had no weapon, and using the force was out of the question, since Leia may be able to fight it, and backup was only a call away. And Luke wasn't even sure that the whole damn room was being watched, him included. What a fix, he thought. But the challenge was something he relished. At least it got him to not think about the more gruesome part of his mission: That he may still not want to kill them, no matter how much he hated them.
Luke slowly removed the heavy down comforter that was laying over him. Looking around with slightly enhanced Jedi sight techniques, he observed the place that Leia and Han were sleeping. They were actually right next to his bed, but snoring away, clearly in a deep slumber. Next to them was a clock, that said that it wasn't many hours until daybreak.
Quickly but as slyly as possible, Luke stepped out of bed and let his eyes adjust again as he blinked away the sudden dizziness that swept over him. He resisted the urge to just lay back down. His head felt too heavy. And there was a horrible sour taste in his mouth. They had drugged him. He couldn't imagine for what, though.
There was no weapon in sight that would help Luke out. Evidently, they had thought it smart to remove all things that could harm any of them. They don't trust me, Luke thought angrily. But then a few seconds later he realized, who would trust a guy he crept into your house and tried to kill you? It was trusting enough to sleep in the same room as the murderer, let alone leave him unservalinced.
Luke had no time for the remorse he was feeling looking for a blaster to kill them with. If he had looked at this image of himself right now a year ago, he would have felt to sick to speak. Here he was, supposed agent of good, trying to kill the only to true friends he had ever had to achieve a goal for some hateful rebels who only wanted to corrupt the government. Life must really suck to sink this low, Luke thought. But to him, it wasn't all his fault. If Leia and Han had showed they had cared a little more, maybe he wouldn't be in this situation.
Artoo Detoo snapped to life as he heard a drawer slam close a little too loudly. Little words inside his electronic head screamed: Intruder Intruder Intruder! He drew the small stunner he had, and was aiming to fire at the moving object when out of the shadows crept a grim looking Luke Skywalker.
"Did you hear that?" Leia whispered, propping her elbows up, listening to the sounds around her. Obviously Han hadn't as he was still asleep. Leia however, heard a shuffle of footsteps, and then a beep from Artoo. "Artoo?" Leia asked, getting up. She didn't want to wake either Han or Luke, but she didn't want to fall over anything either. Using the force, she tapped on the electric light switch, hoping to add some light to the dim room.
Surprisingly to Luke, one of the droids had managed to get the power back on, because Luke suddenly was illuminated in bright yellow light. He covered his eyes with his hands, waiting for the light to adjust. He knew it was Leia that had turned it on, but he was still surprised to see her gleeful face staring back at him for the first time in years.
A/N: End of Chapter five, as usual, I will probably have another ch up tomorrow. As f anyone cares. But if you do, you can show it by R&R now! I love to hear from you, and promise to make my story better with your reviews! Thanks, and have a good night!
By: The Disgraced Angel
Written: January 30, 2004
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 you now: Ye'll get not a dime from me, as I am a poor writer struggling to pay my water bill.
A/N: I really have enjoyed writing this story so far. But I have gotten only ONE review.....So, if you want me to continue, just log in and REVIEW! I am sorry I can't accept anonymous reviews, I don't know why. If any one can tell me how to fix it, please do. I love hearing your comments, good or bad!
Chapter Five: Tears from the Heartless
"Artoo Detoo, haw shameful of you! Master Luke will be very displeased I'm sure when he finds you've stunned him." Threepio tutted. He stood awkwardly above an unconscious Luke, Leia, and Han. Threepio turned to face his troubled counterpart. Artoo beeped a surprised reply, which further aggravated Threepio. "Now Artoo, of course that's Master Luke. And I'm sure that there is a perfectly reasonable explanation he was holding that blaster. In fact, I'm sure he was actually trying to surprise them, and deceive them from thinking it was him so that he could surprise them." Artoo warbled an angry reply, and then began bleeping. Threepio sighed. "I know because I am suppost to understand Humans. In fact, besides interpreting, it is one of my main functions." Threepio drew himself up regally, and then continued on. "And since master Luke has been gone so long, he thought it only fit to surprise them. How was he suppost to know they would become overly surprised and pass out?" Artoo then bleeped a small reply, and rotated his dome to face Threepio. "No, I don't think he will forgive you. And I don't think Master Han or Princess Leia will be too pleased with you either. It will take at least two standard hours before Master Luke awakens. And Mistress Leia and Master Han will probably be up long before that. And seeing Master Luke in such a state will only further distress them." Artoo shifted nervously, and bleeped an apology. "Don't say sorry to me you overstuffed can of circuits!" And Threepio huffed off, Artoo for once following behind. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________ Han groggily shifted around, wondering where he was. Slowly he began recalling the dirty cantina, getting home.....and then seeing someone in their apartment. Han moaned when he remembered Luke. And then he felt an intense pain in his head, and knew it wasn't hangover. Timidly, he reached behind his head and felt a large bump, courtesy of the wall he fell into. He stared around, half expecting Luke to emerge. He didn't want to wonder now what this was all about. He just wanted to know that Leia was okay. He cautiously sat up, and stared around until he saw Leia laying motionless at his feet. All traces of sleep left him as he kneeled over her. He gently shook her, praying silently for a response. When Leia too, finally came around, he felt relief wash over him like a cool shower after a day of fixing the Falcon. "Leia," He whispered. He shook her again. Her strength returned to her faster than Han's had, and soon was sitting next to him, rubbing her head and wondering what was going to happen next. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________ Leia was the first to spot Luke, who was lying on his back, a blank look upon his pallid face. She jumped up and rushed over to him, wanting to confirm that it was truly her brother she was seeing. She felt his clammy skin and checked his pulse, she sighed in relief at finding he was alive. She glanced over at Han, who was speechless, but still at Luke's side all the same. Leia pushed some loose hairs away from her face and addressed Han shakily, noticing the small tremble in her voice, too. "This is him, Han. It's L-L-uke. I-I could never mistake him." She felt small tears weld up in her eyes. Han was too dumbfounded too speak. "Oh, Han," She cried, "we thought he was dead! They confirmed it, remember! But here is, here he is, right here, in front of us." The tears spilled down here face, and Han felt his fall, too. Leia felt so overjoyed, it was like a missing piece of her had been restored. It didn't matter why or how he got here, it just mattered that he was here, now, and they were never going to let him leave them again. She cried, and buried her face into Han's chest. She smiled weakly. "He's back. He came back......maybe he never even died! Or he came back from......there......and he-he wanted to surprise us or something! Oh Han! Luke is here." Han tried to smile, and if the circumstances weren't so strange, he would have been as ecstatic as Leia. But something still didn't match up. Han pulled her face away from him to speak to her, letting his words soak through. "This isn't Luke," he said heavily. She gave him a bewildered expression. "Of course it is! You think I wouldn't be able to recognize my own brother!" He shook his head, and his eyes dropped to the still figure. "Leia, that-that isn't the Luke I remember. He's-He's different. Leia," He said seriously, the pain and sadness dripping from his voice, "He said he wanted to......to kill himself. He wanted to leave. He changed. After the academy and Mara went, he had nothing..." Leia looked shocked. "He had us!" She interjected angrily. Han shook his head. "But it wasn't enough. He came back with a-a gun in his hand, and he broke into our house!" Leia bit her lip, and finally came up with, "He didn't want any attention! Everyone thinks he's dead, Han! He can't just go walking into the Imperial castle!" She said exasperatedly. Her blotchy eyes fell on Luke again, and she affectionately brushed away the blonde hair in his face. "He probably wanted to surprise us. And he took it a little too far, that's all. He didn't kill himself because he wanted to come back to us. He realized how much he missed Ben, and us. And the kids. It may have taken him a while, but Han, do you honestly think he came here to kill himself- or even kill us?" She asked. Han thought a second on the Luke he remembered. "No," he said finally, smiling. "Not the Luke I know." But he worries were still heavy with him as he carried Luke onto the bed. "I bet Artoo stunned him. In fact, I know he did. You know how shocking it must have been for him too see Luke again. He probably thought it was an intruder." Leia said as she covered Luke up with a blanket. Han nodded, knowing that Artoo certainly had it in him to do such a thing.
Luke knew that he was slowly swirling back into consciousness because of the pain that was suddenly come back to him. In dreams, nothing hurts, inside or out, but once awakened, everything he wished to avoid came speeding back at him, nearly blinding his mind with sudden memories.
Luke at first thought he was perhaps still in the cupboard, but then realized that nobody installed the highest quality mattress available in their food pantry. Luke tried to move around to wake himself up further. He knew that he was in a bed, in a dark room, and that he was not alone. The last thought sent his blood cold: He had failed. Han and Leia had caught him, and now he had no hopes of killing them. Now Luke had no wish to remember what had happened, but regardless, the scenes from the past few hours came into his mind. The last thing he recalled was being stunned. But by who? He was sure he had turned off the security system, so no surveillance could be done, and he knew he had shut off Threepio. But Artoo? He had assumed that Artoo was already off. So now, with full notion of what his situation was, he wondered what he should do next. He had no weapon, and using the force was out of the question, since Leia may be able to fight it, and backup was only a call away. And Luke wasn't even sure that the whole damn room was being watched, him included. What a fix, he thought. But the challenge was something he relished. At least it got him to not think about the more gruesome part of his mission: That he may still not want to kill them, no matter how much he hated them.
Luke slowly removed the heavy down comforter that was laying over him. Looking around with slightly enhanced Jedi sight techniques, he observed the place that Leia and Han were sleeping. They were actually right next to his bed, but snoring away, clearly in a deep slumber. Next to them was a clock, that said that it wasn't many hours until daybreak.
Quickly but as slyly as possible, Luke stepped out of bed and let his eyes adjust again as he blinked away the sudden dizziness that swept over him. He resisted the urge to just lay back down. His head felt too heavy. And there was a horrible sour taste in his mouth. They had drugged him. He couldn't imagine for what, though.
There was no weapon in sight that would help Luke out. Evidently, they had thought it smart to remove all things that could harm any of them. They don't trust me, Luke thought angrily. But then a few seconds later he realized, who would trust a guy he crept into your house and tried to kill you? It was trusting enough to sleep in the same room as the murderer, let alone leave him unservalinced.
Luke had no time for the remorse he was feeling looking for a blaster to kill them with. If he had looked at this image of himself right now a year ago, he would have felt to sick to speak. Here he was, supposed agent of good, trying to kill the only to true friends he had ever had to achieve a goal for some hateful rebels who only wanted to corrupt the government. Life must really suck to sink this low, Luke thought. But to him, it wasn't all his fault. If Leia and Han had showed they had cared a little more, maybe he wouldn't be in this situation.
Artoo Detoo snapped to life as he heard a drawer slam close a little too loudly. Little words inside his electronic head screamed: Intruder Intruder Intruder! He drew the small stunner he had, and was aiming to fire at the moving object when out of the shadows crept a grim looking Luke Skywalker.
"Did you hear that?" Leia whispered, propping her elbows up, listening to the sounds around her. Obviously Han hadn't as he was still asleep. Leia however, heard a shuffle of footsteps, and then a beep from Artoo. "Artoo?" Leia asked, getting up. She didn't want to wake either Han or Luke, but she didn't want to fall over anything either. Using the force, she tapped on the electric light switch, hoping to add some light to the dim room.
Surprisingly to Luke, one of the droids had managed to get the power back on, because Luke suddenly was illuminated in bright yellow light. He covered his eyes with his hands, waiting for the light to adjust. He knew it was Leia that had turned it on, but he was still surprised to see her gleeful face staring back at him for the first time in years.
A/N: End of Chapter five, as usual, I will probably have another ch up tomorrow. As f anyone cares. But if you do, you can show it by R&R now! I love to hear from you, and promise to make my story better with your reviews! Thanks, and have a good night!