The Disgraced Jedi
By: The disgraced Angel
Disclaimer: 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: you'll only receive lint, on that can't pat any of your bills.
A/N: I know I haven't written in like a month, but I suddenly had to move to a place where a computer was not at my disposal. So please forgive me, and enjoy this chapter.
I dedicate this chapter to: Captain Jack Sparrow.
(Thank you for all your very appreciated reviews. This ch. Is for you!)
Chapter Seven: In the arms of the Wreckage Luke felt the moment run cold in his memory, and time pass as though through a slow motion movie. The joy that lit his sister's face was enough to make him cringe, and fall to his knees in sadness. Because in a few short seconds, he would have to turn her ecstatic face into one that displayed undeniable horror. He wished this mission was simpler, that all he had to do was pull a thermal detonator out of his cloak and blow his pain to ashes. But this was a delicate mission, C.O.T.E had said. It required Luke to watch them die. Just to be sure. It seemed the Skywalker family "Luck" rumors had made their way around the galaxy. He wished now more than ever that he at least had a blaster. And that it's business end would be upon him.
Han was watching this scene with a gut wrenching feeling that was tearing him apart at the seams. Leia was running toward Luke, her arms open wide, ready to embrace the piece of her that had been lost all those years. Her eyes, in the short few seconds she had managed to open them, were already billowing with tears. Han felt his own surface too, and turned away. Shakily, he got up, and ran over to Luke. Maybe this bad feeling was just surprise, Han thought. And maybe is wasn't.
"Luke! Luke!" Leia screeched. She enfolded him in a desperate hug, and was so absorbed in the moment, she didn't feel him go limp. He was beginning to slightly struggle against her, making terrified noises in the grasp of her embrace. Luckily, Han came to his rescue, and pulled Luke away from Leia's beaming face. Luke looked up at Han, and backed away, looking even more tormented. Han timidly gave Luke a warm smile, and briefly hugged him. Leia fell into a chair, sobbing uncontrollably. Han wanted to fall beside her, and with his emotions welling up this bad, wanted to bury his head too, and cry. But It was Luke that seemed the most affected. He was not backing towards the door anymore, just staring at them as though he had never seen them before. And then when Leia's blotchy eyes met his, his look turned from confusion, to horror. Leia tried several times to get up and hug him again, anything to get that hurt expression off his face. And so Han gently helped pull her up, leaning equally on her as she was to him. When Leia seemed finally in control, she took a deep breath, and let the words she had ached to utter for years flow from her mouth. "I love you Luke."
Luke's brain was searing with a million emotions at once. Being near her was intoxicating, the way a deep sleep seemed to blow away your hurt. Seeing Hans smile briefly gave him a confident thought to lean on. But the words, the four treacherous words Leia had said, turned him from the confused feelings he harbored, to intense hate. An anger boiled up inside of him. How could she say she loved him, when she couldn't care enough to help him? And that pathetic look on their faces! Did they actually think he wanted to see it? After the pain they had put him through? The only look he ever wanted to see cross their faces was one of pain.
And he knew, by the eager, happy looks on their faces that they expected him to reply the same three words. Han was looking at him, examining him, and Leia, looked like a weak, stressed Dog, begging for a bit of Love. And Han was coming up to him, unsuppressed tears filling his eyes. His mouth opened and closed, as If he didn't know what to say. He expected something. He expected three, tender, loving, needed words. And so Luke spoke three words, but not the three they wanted to hear. "I hate you." And he launched himself at Han, whose face didn't have time to register that Luke, the only brother, and best friend he'd ever had and loved, wanted to kill him.
Leia was dumbfounded. The words 'I Hate You' kept circling around in her brain, and she was too shocked to understand what was happening. Suddenly she heard Han's voice say, "that isn't the Luke I remember." Was it true? Maybe it wasn't Luke! It could easily be a clone...yes a clone. An evil one that was going to kill her. Was going to kill Han..."Han!" Leia screamed. She ran over to him, and hastily tried to pull Luke off. "Han! Han!" She repeated, desperately afraid Luke had succeeded in whatever it was he wanted to do.
Han was shaking Luke off, and attempting to get to his feet. He was nothing short of horrified at the behavior his brother-in-law showed, but instantly was the first to regain his wits. He stood up, and pinned Luke to the ground. And Luke was struggling like nothing Han had ever felt. It was going to take two of them to restrain him, he thought. And Leia, as if reading his mind, was there at his side, weeping, but holding Luke down. She was, however, shaking as bad as Luke was. The look upon her face was one he had only seen once. And had never wanted to see again. At that moment, he hated Luke Skywalker for ever allowing Leia to bear that pain.
"Get the blaster!" Han yelled through clenched teeth. Luke was giving a very good fight, and it didn't seem that anytime soon he would weaken. "No! Han...you can't shoot him!" She cried hysterically. She looked down at him, and let out a cry that was either from he biting her, or him screaming he hated them. "We-need-to-stun-him! Leia! Hurry!" Han yelled. Luke was thrashing hard now, and Han was starting to feel exhaustion fill him. Leia seemed to consider it, and gave one last cry before she jumped up and Ran to a shelf near the shut door. Hastily ripping it open, she rummaged through it until she came upon a small, hidden blaster. She raised it up to see what it was set on, and switched it from kill, to stun. She aimed it at Luke, and despite the heat of the moment, landed a perfect shot on him.
Han let go pf his brothers arms, and slowly, carefully, backed away from him. Leia was at his side once again, crying into his chest. Han put his arms around her, and stroked her hair. "Shhhhh. It is going to be all right. Shhhhh..." He whispered. Great, heaving sobs, threatened to overwhelm her again. "Oh, Han...Han...that's isn't Luke...it can't be my Luke! No...no...no!" She wept. Her arms tightened around Han, and she felt his finger lift up her chin for her eyes to meet his. "I know. It isn't the Luke we knew. We'll get this-this- straightened out, and find out what's going on. I promise..." he said. He looked over at Luke with disgust and pain filled eyes. "We'll make this man pay. Whoever he is."
(WELL, THAT'S ALL OF THIS CHAPTER. I PROMISE TO HAVE ANOTHER ON UPDATED ASAP. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS ONE. AND PLEASE R&R! PLEASE! MORE REVIEWS=HAPPY AUTHOR, HAPPY AUTHOR= MORE CHAPTERS.)
Disclaimer: 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: you'll only receive lint, on that can't pat any of your bills.
A/N: I know I haven't written in like a month, but I suddenly had to move to a place where a computer was not at my disposal. So please forgive me, and enjoy this chapter.
I dedicate this chapter to: Captain Jack Sparrow.
(Thank you for all your very appreciated reviews. This ch. Is for you!)
Chapter Seven: In the arms of the Wreckage Luke felt the moment run cold in his memory, and time pass as though through a slow motion movie. The joy that lit his sister's face was enough to make him cringe, and fall to his knees in sadness. Because in a few short seconds, he would have to turn her ecstatic face into one that displayed undeniable horror. He wished this mission was simpler, that all he had to do was pull a thermal detonator out of his cloak and blow his pain to ashes. But this was a delicate mission, C.O.T.E had said. It required Luke to watch them die. Just to be sure. It seemed the Skywalker family "Luck" rumors had made their way around the galaxy. He wished now more than ever that he at least had a blaster. And that it's business end would be upon him.
Han was watching this scene with a gut wrenching feeling that was tearing him apart at the seams. Leia was running toward Luke, her arms open wide, ready to embrace the piece of her that had been lost all those years. Her eyes, in the short few seconds she had managed to open them, were already billowing with tears. Han felt his own surface too, and turned away. Shakily, he got up, and ran over to Luke. Maybe this bad feeling was just surprise, Han thought. And maybe is wasn't.
"Luke! Luke!" Leia screeched. She enfolded him in a desperate hug, and was so absorbed in the moment, she didn't feel him go limp. He was beginning to slightly struggle against her, making terrified noises in the grasp of her embrace. Luckily, Han came to his rescue, and pulled Luke away from Leia's beaming face. Luke looked up at Han, and backed away, looking even more tormented. Han timidly gave Luke a warm smile, and briefly hugged him. Leia fell into a chair, sobbing uncontrollably. Han wanted to fall beside her, and with his emotions welling up this bad, wanted to bury his head too, and cry. But It was Luke that seemed the most affected. He was not backing towards the door anymore, just staring at them as though he had never seen them before. And then when Leia's blotchy eyes met his, his look turned from confusion, to horror. Leia tried several times to get up and hug him again, anything to get that hurt expression off his face. And so Han gently helped pull her up, leaning equally on her as she was to him. When Leia seemed finally in control, she took a deep breath, and let the words she had ached to utter for years flow from her mouth. "I love you Luke."
Luke's brain was searing with a million emotions at once. Being near her was intoxicating, the way a deep sleep seemed to blow away your hurt. Seeing Hans smile briefly gave him a confident thought to lean on. But the words, the four treacherous words Leia had said, turned him from the confused feelings he harbored, to intense hate. An anger boiled up inside of him. How could she say she loved him, when she couldn't care enough to help him? And that pathetic look on their faces! Did they actually think he wanted to see it? After the pain they had put him through? The only look he ever wanted to see cross their faces was one of pain.
And he knew, by the eager, happy looks on their faces that they expected him to reply the same three words. Han was looking at him, examining him, and Leia, looked like a weak, stressed Dog, begging for a bit of Love. And Han was coming up to him, unsuppressed tears filling his eyes. His mouth opened and closed, as If he didn't know what to say. He expected something. He expected three, tender, loving, needed words. And so Luke spoke three words, but not the three they wanted to hear. "I hate you." And he launched himself at Han, whose face didn't have time to register that Luke, the only brother, and best friend he'd ever had and loved, wanted to kill him.
Leia was dumbfounded. The words 'I Hate You' kept circling around in her brain, and she was too shocked to understand what was happening. Suddenly she heard Han's voice say, "that isn't the Luke I remember." Was it true? Maybe it wasn't Luke! It could easily be a clone...yes a clone. An evil one that was going to kill her. Was going to kill Han..."Han!" Leia screamed. She ran over to him, and hastily tried to pull Luke off. "Han! Han!" She repeated, desperately afraid Luke had succeeded in whatever it was he wanted to do.
Han was shaking Luke off, and attempting to get to his feet. He was nothing short of horrified at the behavior his brother-in-law showed, but instantly was the first to regain his wits. He stood up, and pinned Luke to the ground. And Luke was struggling like nothing Han had ever felt. It was going to take two of them to restrain him, he thought. And Leia, as if reading his mind, was there at his side, weeping, but holding Luke down. She was, however, shaking as bad as Luke was. The look upon her face was one he had only seen once. And had never wanted to see again. At that moment, he hated Luke Skywalker for ever allowing Leia to bear that pain.
"Get the blaster!" Han yelled through clenched teeth. Luke was giving a very good fight, and it didn't seem that anytime soon he would weaken. "No! Han...you can't shoot him!" She cried hysterically. She looked down at him, and let out a cry that was either from he biting her, or him screaming he hated them. "We-need-to-stun-him! Leia! Hurry!" Han yelled. Luke was thrashing hard now, and Han was starting to feel exhaustion fill him. Leia seemed to consider it, and gave one last cry before she jumped up and Ran to a shelf near the shut door. Hastily ripping it open, she rummaged through it until she came upon a small, hidden blaster. She raised it up to see what it was set on, and switched it from kill, to stun. She aimed it at Luke, and despite the heat of the moment, landed a perfect shot on him.
Han let go pf his brothers arms, and slowly, carefully, backed away from him. Leia was at his side once again, crying into his chest. Han put his arms around her, and stroked her hair. "Shhhhh. It is going to be all right. Shhhhh..." He whispered. Great, heaving sobs, threatened to overwhelm her again. "Oh, Han...Han...that's isn't Luke...it can't be my Luke! No...no...no!" She wept. Her arms tightened around Han, and she felt his finger lift up her chin for her eyes to meet his. "I know. It isn't the Luke we knew. We'll get this-this- straightened out, and find out what's going on. I promise..." he said. He looked over at Luke with disgust and pain filled eyes. "We'll make this man pay. Whoever he is."
(WELL, THAT'S ALL OF THIS CHAPTER. I PROMISE TO HAVE ANOTHER ON UPDATED ASAP. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS ONE. AND PLEASE R&R! PLEASE! MORE REVIEWS=HAPPY AUTHOR, HAPPY AUTHOR= MORE CHAPTERS.)