The Disgraced Jedi
By: The disgraced Angel
Written: March 7, 2004
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: See? Told you there would be another chapter! This must be the shortest author's note I've ever posted, because I have only one more thing to say: MORE REVIEWS=HAPPY AUTHOR, HAPPY AUTHOR=MORE CHAPTERS!!!!! So please R&R!
Chapter 8: Fates of The Broken Souled
"We can't say a thing about this-to anyone. We ourselves don't even know what is going on, and until we do, I don't want anyone else to know." Leia said. Her voice had regained her normal confidence, and she had also adapted her natural regalness since Han had stunned Luke. She was now pacing the floor in front of the unconscious Luke, deciding what action it was best to take.
"I'm-I'm surprised security hasn't picked up anything yet. We were pretty loud, and just yesterday, control said they would keep an extra eye on the place." Han said, thoughtful. "Well, we've learned the only eyes we can trust, are ours." Leia replied.
Han nodded. He seriously did wonder why nobody had noticed anything, but was glad they hadn't. The last thing he wanted was for Luke- no, not Luke, an imposter, to be all over the news. Just the thought of all that chaos made him cringe.
"Master Han! Mistress Leia!" Threepio shouted, running as much as a droid was capable of, into the room, with Artoo at his wake. "The security has been cut off! So has all the main alarms and power system!" He was waving his arms around wildly, and Artoo was beeping frantically behind him. Leia and Han raised their eyebrows. "That would explain a lot." Han muttered. Leia nodded, and said, "Artoo, do you think you can get everything back on...quietly? And Threepio, can you go see if anything else, unusual, has happened?"
Leia looked on the verge of another breakdown. She was visibly shaking, and her lip was trembling. "Leia? Leia? Is everything alright?" The small voice said. It was coming from the forgotten comlink lying next to her on a desk. She was currently choosing to ignore it. Han, seeing that she wasn't going to reply anytime soon, picked it up and addressed Mon Mothma quietly. "Hmmmm, Leia isn't feeling to er...good at the moment. I don't think," he said, glancing at the sobbing Leia, "she will be able to attend her meetings today." "Is there anything I can do?" Mon Mothma asked, concern in her voice. "No...it's another umm, Luke breakdown." He said quickly. Mon Mothma sighed and replied, "I understand. Well, I hope she gets feeling better. I can fill in her place today, Han. It is not a problem." And ended the transmition.
"It can't be true! It can't!" She screamed, falling against the wall. Artoo's electronic beeps of surprise echoed in her brain, in a distant part. Hans comforting embrace was unfelt; she had gone numb. The lights around her suddenly seemed to bright, and the fast beat of her heart was too unbearably loud. The only thing that seemed to register, oddly, was the outcomes of several tests they had tried the supposed "imposter" Luke on. One of them was a simple tissue skin genetics sample. The sheet of thin paper read: Positive: Luke Skywalker.
A million things were in her brain. She felt overcome with so many emotions. All the sudden she was hurt, and happy, and scared, and afraid at the same time. Her brother was alive, but, he hated them. Somehow, those weren't the words she had hoped for when she had reunited with her brother. How could this be Luke Skywalker at all?
With Leia deeply asleep in the children's room, Han carefully walked down the hall to his own room, where Luke Skywalker was heavily guarded, and asleep.
Han didn't know what he was going to do in a few short hours, when Luke woke up. Luke. It was hard even thinking that man was Luke. How could he be? Han pushed these thoughts out of his mind and focused on the more important matter at hand
Leia was instantly awake, eyes wide, cold with the numb feeling that lit her body: Luke was waking. She threw off her covers, and burst through the door. Down the hall and through her bedroom door, until she came upon a startled Han, and a moaning Luke. Now was the moment of truth.
Han grabbed Leia's Hand, and squeezed it. With his other, he produced a blaster, and gave it to Leia. Just In Case he mouthed. Leia nodded, all she could do with her suddenly dry mouth. There were actually a million things she wanted to say, but was speechless all the sudden, when two piercing, blue eyes, opened with a start.
Luke was struggling against the metal restraints that held him firmly to the bed posts. He didn't bother to glance at Leia and Han, who were quite unsure on what to do. He struggled for a minute more, and then, too tired, he gave up, and fell back against the bed. His head swam in memories since he got here. Now, he was a prisoner of war. Being held by the two people he hated most: His Brother and sister. He started to calm down his heart beat and breathing. What would they do with him? Probably turn him into authorities. He had been sloppy. Absorbed in his own feelings. He had failed. Whatever fate awaited him, he deserved it. But that didn't mean he had to accept it, did it?
Leia was on her knees beside Luke. Blaster forgotten, she was staring at him as though she had never seen him. She absorbed his face expressions, his eyes, and his breathing. Maybe it had been a dream, what he had said. Maybe she had even misheard the I Hate You. Yes, she had misunderstood! How could Luke Skywalker, Hero of the rebellion, father, loving uncle, best friend, say he hated her?! In their worst fights, he had never even yelled at her, let alone declare his hatred for her. How silly she was, to think he had hated her! She felt relieved now, knowing that that must have not been real. All that mattered was that Luke was back, and he was here to stay.
Han looked uneasily at Luke. He was finally looking at Han, and Leia. But he wouldn't speak. Leia was at his side, whispering to him, telling him about Ben, and how they had missed him. Luke didn't seem to be absorbing anything.
"Luke...Luke? I'm so glad you're home. I've missed you so much! And I...I love you Luke. I want you to know that." Leia said. She swiped at her tears, not wanting Luke to see her in such a state. She was about to grab the keys, and unlock Luke. He seemed hungry, and she wasn't going to keep him locked to a bed.
"Leia! No!" Han yelled. He ran towards her, and yanked the key set out of her trembling hands. "What are you doing?" Leia asked, incredulous. "He's dangerous, Leia! Leave him there! You saw what he did to me last time!" Han said, pointing at Luke, who seemed out in space. "He said he hated us! He Tried to Kill Us." Han said. A bucket of cold water felt like it was being thrown on Leia. Luke tired to kill us. He hates us! No...no...no! It couldn't be true! "But it is true, Leia. I do want to kill you." Luke whispered, and let the metal shackles fall onto the floor.
Okay, sorry I had to leave you at ANOTHER cliff hanger, but, why else would you read my story? Please, review! I'll write more, if you review more! It's a win-win situation!
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: See? Told you there would be another chapter! This must be the shortest author's note I've ever posted, because I have only one more thing to say: MORE REVIEWS=HAPPY AUTHOR, HAPPY AUTHOR=MORE CHAPTERS!!!!! So please R&R!
Chapter 8: Fates of The Broken Souled
"We can't say a thing about this-to anyone. We ourselves don't even know what is going on, and until we do, I don't want anyone else to know." Leia said. Her voice had regained her normal confidence, and she had also adapted her natural regalness since Han had stunned Luke. She was now pacing the floor in front of the unconscious Luke, deciding what action it was best to take.
"I'm-I'm surprised security hasn't picked up anything yet. We were pretty loud, and just yesterday, control said they would keep an extra eye on the place." Han said, thoughtful. "Well, we've learned the only eyes we can trust, are ours." Leia replied.
Han nodded. He seriously did wonder why nobody had noticed anything, but was glad they hadn't. The last thing he wanted was for Luke- no, not Luke, an imposter, to be all over the news. Just the thought of all that chaos made him cringe.
"Master Han! Mistress Leia!" Threepio shouted, running as much as a droid was capable of, into the room, with Artoo at his wake. "The security has been cut off! So has all the main alarms and power system!" He was waving his arms around wildly, and Artoo was beeping frantically behind him. Leia and Han raised their eyebrows. "That would explain a lot." Han muttered. Leia nodded, and said, "Artoo, do you think you can get everything back on...quietly? And Threepio, can you go see if anything else, unusual, has happened?"
Leia looked on the verge of another breakdown. She was visibly shaking, and her lip was trembling. "Leia? Leia? Is everything alright?" The small voice said. It was coming from the forgotten comlink lying next to her on a desk. She was currently choosing to ignore it. Han, seeing that she wasn't going to reply anytime soon, picked it up and addressed Mon Mothma quietly. "Hmmmm, Leia isn't feeling to er...good at the moment. I don't think," he said, glancing at the sobbing Leia, "she will be able to attend her meetings today." "Is there anything I can do?" Mon Mothma asked, concern in her voice. "No...it's another umm, Luke breakdown." He said quickly. Mon Mothma sighed and replied, "I understand. Well, I hope she gets feeling better. I can fill in her place today, Han. It is not a problem." And ended the transmition.
"It can't be true! It can't!" She screamed, falling against the wall. Artoo's electronic beeps of surprise echoed in her brain, in a distant part. Hans comforting embrace was unfelt; she had gone numb. The lights around her suddenly seemed to bright, and the fast beat of her heart was too unbearably loud. The only thing that seemed to register, oddly, was the outcomes of several tests they had tried the supposed "imposter" Luke on. One of them was a simple tissue skin genetics sample. The sheet of thin paper read: Positive: Luke Skywalker.
A million things were in her brain. She felt overcome with so many emotions. All the sudden she was hurt, and happy, and scared, and afraid at the same time. Her brother was alive, but, he hated them. Somehow, those weren't the words she had hoped for when she had reunited with her brother. How could this be Luke Skywalker at all?
With Leia deeply asleep in the children's room, Han carefully walked down the hall to his own room, where Luke Skywalker was heavily guarded, and asleep.
Han didn't know what he was going to do in a few short hours, when Luke woke up. Luke. It was hard even thinking that man was Luke. How could he be? Han pushed these thoughts out of his mind and focused on the more important matter at hand
Leia was instantly awake, eyes wide, cold with the numb feeling that lit her body: Luke was waking. She threw off her covers, and burst through the door. Down the hall and through her bedroom door, until she came upon a startled Han, and a moaning Luke. Now was the moment of truth.
Han grabbed Leia's Hand, and squeezed it. With his other, he produced a blaster, and gave it to Leia. Just In Case he mouthed. Leia nodded, all she could do with her suddenly dry mouth. There were actually a million things she wanted to say, but was speechless all the sudden, when two piercing, blue eyes, opened with a start.
Luke was struggling against the metal restraints that held him firmly to the bed posts. He didn't bother to glance at Leia and Han, who were quite unsure on what to do. He struggled for a minute more, and then, too tired, he gave up, and fell back against the bed. His head swam in memories since he got here. Now, he was a prisoner of war. Being held by the two people he hated most: His Brother and sister. He started to calm down his heart beat and breathing. What would they do with him? Probably turn him into authorities. He had been sloppy. Absorbed in his own feelings. He had failed. Whatever fate awaited him, he deserved it. But that didn't mean he had to accept it, did it?
Leia was on her knees beside Luke. Blaster forgotten, she was staring at him as though she had never seen him. She absorbed his face expressions, his eyes, and his breathing. Maybe it had been a dream, what he had said. Maybe she had even misheard the I Hate You. Yes, she had misunderstood! How could Luke Skywalker, Hero of the rebellion, father, loving uncle, best friend, say he hated her?! In their worst fights, he had never even yelled at her, let alone declare his hatred for her. How silly she was, to think he had hated her! She felt relieved now, knowing that that must have not been real. All that mattered was that Luke was back, and he was here to stay.
Han looked uneasily at Luke. He was finally looking at Han, and Leia. But he wouldn't speak. Leia was at his side, whispering to him, telling him about Ben, and how they had missed him. Luke didn't seem to be absorbing anything.
"Luke...Luke? I'm so glad you're home. I've missed you so much! And I...I love you Luke. I want you to know that." Leia said. She swiped at her tears, not wanting Luke to see her in such a state. She was about to grab the keys, and unlock Luke. He seemed hungry, and she wasn't going to keep him locked to a bed.
"Leia! No!" Han yelled. He ran towards her, and yanked the key set out of her trembling hands. "What are you doing?" Leia asked, incredulous. "He's dangerous, Leia! Leave him there! You saw what he did to me last time!" Han said, pointing at Luke, who seemed out in space. "He said he hated us! He Tried to Kill Us." Han said. A bucket of cold water felt like it was being thrown on Leia. Luke tired to kill us. He hates us! No...no...no! It couldn't be true! "But it is true, Leia. I do want to kill you." Luke whispered, and let the metal shackles fall onto the floor.
Okay, sorry I had to leave you at ANOTHER cliff hanger, but, why else would you read my story? Please, review! I'll write more, if you review more! It's a win-win situation!