The Disgraced Jedi
By: The disgraced Angel
Written: March 16 and 17, 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: I hope you enjoyed the last chapter...there is more Drama and Surprises in store for this fanfic! Also, please review! Reviews make the world go round', at least at fanfiction.net they do. And thanks for reading! So without further ado:
Chapter 10: Back To the Rebel BASEics
"Look Luke, this is real tight security now, so STAY INSIDE. Under know circumstances are you to make contact with anyone but me and Leia." Han said seriously. He stood between Luke and the outside hall. Luke gave him a curt nod. "Luke..." Han said, understanding his friends frustration. "It's for your safety." Luke snorted. Han raised his hands up, a Han sign that clearly said "It wasn't my idea." Luke smiled, and nodded. He would stay inside, not fight against the people terrorizing his friends and family, but he would not "lay low" and be a good little rebel. No, he had his own ideas. And as he waved to Han and shut the door, he began thinking of all the things he could do to get where he needed to go.
Leia looked around the small table tensely, very much aware of the threat they were facing. The new government had faced many trials, many terrorists, but never an organized rebellion more than twice the size of the original Empire. It was unheard of. It seemed unreal. How could they have overlooked such a looming threat?
"I call this meeting to order." The strong voice of Mon Mothma said. She sat at the head of the circular table, looking around her at the other high members of the New Republic. "We are here today to discuss the rising threat of this new band of Rebels, the Empire Reborn." Many of the members shifted uncomfortably in their seats. "President, I would hardly call them a "band of rebels." That title would suite us better compared to them." Said a Mon Calamari sitting near Leia. Many of the senators and councilmember's began muttering, and Leia called for silence. "We understand the threat facing us, but the problem is what to do about it." She held us a pointer, and had a projection screen set up. Once activated, a large diagram and a page of statistics appeared on the screen. "As you can see, they are certainly armed, with what Bothan spies say is the equivalent of the original Death Star." Gasps were heard around the room, followed by panicked muttering. Leia patiently waited until the room was once more silenced, and continued. "The Empire Reborn, as they are called, also have attained thousands of military ships, many of which are star destroyers, and they also have a military whose number is 19 times the size of the New Republics." Outraged at this new information, several councilmember's burst into angry responses, and began questioning Leia. "Why did we not know any of this before? Surely it took many years to acquire that sort of army!" A female Bothan cried. "What do they want? I assume they want war, Princess? And what then?" Finally President Mon Mothma stood up most regally, and addressed her outraged friends. "We believe that this mass number of rebels have formed secretly and in different places in the Imperial sector over the course of 4 or 5 years, and have very recently joined forces. And," she added, disgust and pain dripping from her voice, "They have crowned a new leader. The Empire has a New Emperor, and this new Emperor wants exactly what the old one wanted: Power. And he will not rest until we are gone, and the Empire reigns again."
Han and Leia had told him that "Luke" was not to leave the house, but they did not specify that Luke's new identity Chip had to stay inside.
Luke looked into the mirror at his black hair, and his newly grown "Instant Moustache". He was currently debating over giving himself a unibrow, and decided against it. He almost laughed at what a new hair color and a change of clothes to do for you. With one last glance, Luke/Chip casually strolled out of the apartment, and headed for the nearest x-wing garage. Luke grinned. I hope this works...
Han set the drinks in front of Leia, who was collapsed on a couch, looking more tired and stressed than he had seen her in years. "Thanks, Han. I need something to wake me up." She muttered. Han watched her sip on the Correllian Coffee, as his mind was racing. Was Leia serious? A new base? Han shook his head. That was too drastic. No threat could drive them from Courascant...could it? "Leia...what do you mean about this new base?" Han asked, concern written in his eyes. Leia set her mug down, and looking slightly refreshed, explained. "We are secretly starting to build a military base on the planet Kuaral. Mon Mothma is almost certain that we will be invaded, and that this city will be taken over." Han shook his head. He felt dazed. Could the Empire be that strong so fast? Leia frowned. "I know, it feels like our "rebel" days, doesn't it? How ironic...we are going back to the basics, back to being rebels fighting for a just government." Han nodded. He patted his wife's hand and kissed her cheek. "I know, Leia. When will the cycle end, huh?" She nodded and sipped her coffee thoughtfully. "Somehow it doesn't surprise me. Yet somehow it does. Who is the new Emperor, and how did he do it?" Han looked puzzled. "I mean, how did he bring the Empire back? How did he recreate the Death Star?" She shivered. "Well, at least we know who we are fighting again..." Han said. Leia nodded, and leaned against Han. Suddenly pictures of her first and last visit to the Death Star flashed in her mind. She could feel the pain resurface as she mentally watched Alderran explode. I won' let that happen again. Our government is to protect the people, at all costs. That is why we are leaving. TO avoid war.
The guard who was unfortunate enough to have the night shift looked around uneasily. Though nothing but empty X-wings where in the garage, he could almost sense someone else there. But after a final scan of the area, he dismissed the thought, and quietly dragged himself back to his post. An hour passed with nothing eventful, and suddenly, the guard started to fall into slumber. Luke, patient as ever, waited under an X-wing until the man's snoring could be easily heard, and then crept out into the X-Wing. Before the guard could so much as gab a comlink, Luke was overriding the access code, and speeding out the open door. He was gone in an instant, caught only for a second on a hidden security camera.
The hidden headquarters location was practically branded into Luke's mind. Through years of reporting there after every mission, he knew every detail, every code of it more than he knew anything else. It felt strange, yet somehow right as Luke gently set the X-wing down in an abandon storage unit, hidden from onlooker's view.
Luke stepped cautiously up to the main entrance, which was in- inconveniently located in the side of a steep cliff with no footholds or anything. Luke had always used the force to levitate himself up there, but in recent times, he felt uncomfortable using the force. But since there was no quicker route, he slowly summed the force, let it channel through him, and began floating to the top.
This is defiantly strange Luke thought. He was standing inside the building, which was completely empty, and nearly devoid of life. Surley a few months can't make this happen He thought. He began stepping over broken pieces of machinery, computers, and droids. Slowly, he made his way up the floors, eventually finding nothing but abandoned posts and possessions. Once he was back at the lobby, he was very sure that the place was lifeless. Disappointed, yet strangely relieved, too, he began to leave the Base premises. But as he passed down the slick tile floor, he felt a bone chilling realization fill him. In this base, there were 9 levels below the Lobby. Though he never explored them before, he knew the lift that took you there was right near the Mess Hall. Despite his brains protests, his curiosity won. What was down there that gave him Goosebumps like this? He knew it was a living being, but as to who, he could only guess. The only question is, do I stay or do go?
"I don't know sir, I just know that we have one available picture of him, sir." Motty the guard explained. He was fidgeting in a chair behind the desk of Gen. Wedge Antilles, who was proudly in charge of the X-wings the New Republic owned. "We need all the X-Wings we have what with all the fighting coming up." Wedge muttered to himself. He looked up suddenly, and sternly faced the guard. "I want that photo son. Your job hangs in the balance." The guard swallowed nervously, and stood up. "Yes sir. I'll have the techies scan it and I'll bring it by as soon as it's ready, sir." General Wedge Antilles nodded. "Good. I'm going to get that ship back."
Han collapsed exhaustedly next to Leia. She was so asleep that she did not even feel the loud thump on the bed. Han looked over affectionately at his wife. "I love you." He said, and kissed her forehead.
For a few minutes he lay in bed thinking of the surprise today had brought. Flipping through random events, he began to notice Luke's absence. He sighed, and realized he hadn't seen Luke all day. Great he thought. The kid's in trouble again. Han was too tired to get out of bed. I'll just look for him in the morning. I'll bet he's just wondering around the apartment, maybe eating or something... Han felt his mind shut down for the night, and slowly he relaxed into sleep.
His dreams were set on Leia, Chewie, Luke, and him at the rebel base. It was a good dream, where Chewie started to become obsessive with cleaning the falcon (as if that would ever happen) and Luke fell in love with chocolate cake and decorated the X-Wings with peace signs made of chocolate frosting, and Leia was wearing that really revealing costume Jaba the Hutt made her wear. Ah, good dreams, for once. Han welcomed them. But unfortunately, the good thoughts were interrupted by a very loud and annoying beep. Shut Up! Han thought. Where is that coming from? Leia? Is that you snoring??? Han thought. Han, too groggy to open his eyes, started groping around for the chrono. Maybe it's alarm was going off..."Han. Han! Wake up. We have to go meet Wedge down at his office. Han!" Leia shook her husband awake. She was whishing there was large tub of water she could throw on him. But, she had to improvise. "Han, if you do not get up, I'll ear it." Han stirred. Leia sighed and reached forward and grabbed his ear. Gently she began tugging on it, until finally he opened his eyes. "Han, we have to go. It is urgent." Han knew that look. That serious, drawn, thin lipped smile, face. This must be bad. Han got up, and hastily threw on his clothes, mentally preparing for the worst.
Leia and Han took a seat in the comfortable chairs that furnished Wedge's Office. There was no need to gaze at the awards and decorations that filled the room; Han and Leia had visited too many times and read them all. So they sat bored, until Wedge Antilles returned solemly with President Mon Mothma, and Admiral Ackbar. He looked immensely sorry when he entered, and the other two looked very incomfortable. Leia and Han greeted them, and waited until they sat down to ask questions.
"I am very sorry to disturb all of you at such an hour, however, a recent, er...event has come up, and I need to address it here." Wedge said. He did not make eye contact with anyone, he just merely looked down at the glossy white paper he was holding.
"Late last night some unknown character snuck into the X-Wing garage and stole an X-Wing."
Han raised his eyesbrows. "Um, Wedge...I understand that X-Wing thefts are very important," Han said, irritated, "but why did you need to call us here?" Wedge's face grew hot, and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Taking a deep breath, he said, "We have a picture Han, of the person who did it. When we scanned the data files on any links to this person through looks and a digital DNA sample, and one came up." Wedge looked at Leia. "And who is it, General Antilles?" Admiral Ackbar asked. Wedge turned the white sheet of paper over, and revealed a picture with tiny words printed under it. "I'm sorry Princess Leia...Han. But this person was none other than Luke Skywalker himself."
Luke stepped into the damp and cold lift. Already subconsciously sensing what he would find, he nervously pressed the "1" button, and waited while the lift lowered itself. As soon as the double doors opened, Luke knew he would find nothing there. Dreading it and anticipating it at the same time, he stepped back into the lift, and pressed the "9" button. As the agonizingly slow lift continued further down, Luke began to know what he was about to meet. He should have been pressing the "0" button as quickly as he could, but somehow it was too, late. Luke began relaxing as the lift bounced and creaked. He wasn't able to relax for very long. Within seconds, the cold metal box opened it's doors. Luke stepped out slowly, watching carefully for any sign of movement. He moved forward, and felt like running back into the lift as it began closing. Despite the fact that there was a lift to take him back up when he wanted, Luke felt very stuck. Making an effort to begin walking, Luke slowly trekked down the long narrow hallway, where he knew he was to meet someone.
His steps echoed oddly against the cold metal floor. Luke supposed this room was meant for small secret or personal groups to hold meetings. As far as Luke could tell, there was only one room in the entire bottommost floor. It did seem quite odd, but then again, it didn't. At least I don't have to stumble around blindly Luke thought. He came up to the large imposing door, and decided to knock. He knocked four two times before suddenly, he knew he wasn't alone. "Hello Chip Donnel. I'm so pleased that you are back among our ranks now."
A/N: I hoped it was a good read. I'll try and post as often as I can! And if you are reading this...Please review! May the force be with you!
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 hope you enjoyed the last chapter...there is more Drama and Surprises in store for this fanfic! Also, please review! Reviews make the world go round', at least at fanfiction.net they do. And thanks for reading! So without further ado:
Chapter 10: Back To the Rebel BASEics
"Look Luke, this is real tight security now, so STAY INSIDE. Under know circumstances are you to make contact with anyone but me and Leia." Han said seriously. He stood between Luke and the outside hall. Luke gave him a curt nod. "Luke..." Han said, understanding his friends frustration. "It's for your safety." Luke snorted. Han raised his hands up, a Han sign that clearly said "It wasn't my idea." Luke smiled, and nodded. He would stay inside, not fight against the people terrorizing his friends and family, but he would not "lay low" and be a good little rebel. No, he had his own ideas. And as he waved to Han and shut the door, he began thinking of all the things he could do to get where he needed to go.
Leia looked around the small table tensely, very much aware of the threat they were facing. The new government had faced many trials, many terrorists, but never an organized rebellion more than twice the size of the original Empire. It was unheard of. It seemed unreal. How could they have overlooked such a looming threat?
"I call this meeting to order." The strong voice of Mon Mothma said. She sat at the head of the circular table, looking around her at the other high members of the New Republic. "We are here today to discuss the rising threat of this new band of Rebels, the Empire Reborn." Many of the members shifted uncomfortably in their seats. "President, I would hardly call them a "band of rebels." That title would suite us better compared to them." Said a Mon Calamari sitting near Leia. Many of the senators and councilmember's began muttering, and Leia called for silence. "We understand the threat facing us, but the problem is what to do about it." She held us a pointer, and had a projection screen set up. Once activated, a large diagram and a page of statistics appeared on the screen. "As you can see, they are certainly armed, with what Bothan spies say is the equivalent of the original Death Star." Gasps were heard around the room, followed by panicked muttering. Leia patiently waited until the room was once more silenced, and continued. "The Empire Reborn, as they are called, also have attained thousands of military ships, many of which are star destroyers, and they also have a military whose number is 19 times the size of the New Republics." Outraged at this new information, several councilmember's burst into angry responses, and began questioning Leia. "Why did we not know any of this before? Surely it took many years to acquire that sort of army!" A female Bothan cried. "What do they want? I assume they want war, Princess? And what then?" Finally President Mon Mothma stood up most regally, and addressed her outraged friends. "We believe that this mass number of rebels have formed secretly and in different places in the Imperial sector over the course of 4 or 5 years, and have very recently joined forces. And," she added, disgust and pain dripping from her voice, "They have crowned a new leader. The Empire has a New Emperor, and this new Emperor wants exactly what the old one wanted: Power. And he will not rest until we are gone, and the Empire reigns again."
Han and Leia had told him that "Luke" was not to leave the house, but they did not specify that Luke's new identity Chip had to stay inside.
Luke looked into the mirror at his black hair, and his newly grown "Instant Moustache". He was currently debating over giving himself a unibrow, and decided against it. He almost laughed at what a new hair color and a change of clothes to do for you. With one last glance, Luke/Chip casually strolled out of the apartment, and headed for the nearest x-wing garage. Luke grinned. I hope this works...
Han set the drinks in front of Leia, who was collapsed on a couch, looking more tired and stressed than he had seen her in years. "Thanks, Han. I need something to wake me up." She muttered. Han watched her sip on the Correllian Coffee, as his mind was racing. Was Leia serious? A new base? Han shook his head. That was too drastic. No threat could drive them from Courascant...could it? "Leia...what do you mean about this new base?" Han asked, concern written in his eyes. Leia set her mug down, and looking slightly refreshed, explained. "We are secretly starting to build a military base on the planet Kuaral. Mon Mothma is almost certain that we will be invaded, and that this city will be taken over." Han shook his head. He felt dazed. Could the Empire be that strong so fast? Leia frowned. "I know, it feels like our "rebel" days, doesn't it? How ironic...we are going back to the basics, back to being rebels fighting for a just government." Han nodded. He patted his wife's hand and kissed her cheek. "I know, Leia. When will the cycle end, huh?" She nodded and sipped her coffee thoughtfully. "Somehow it doesn't surprise me. Yet somehow it does. Who is the new Emperor, and how did he do it?" Han looked puzzled. "I mean, how did he bring the Empire back? How did he recreate the Death Star?" She shivered. "Well, at least we know who we are fighting again..." Han said. Leia nodded, and leaned against Han. Suddenly pictures of her first and last visit to the Death Star flashed in her mind. She could feel the pain resurface as she mentally watched Alderran explode. I won' let that happen again. Our government is to protect the people, at all costs. That is why we are leaving. TO avoid war.
The guard who was unfortunate enough to have the night shift looked around uneasily. Though nothing but empty X-wings where in the garage, he could almost sense someone else there. But after a final scan of the area, he dismissed the thought, and quietly dragged himself back to his post. An hour passed with nothing eventful, and suddenly, the guard started to fall into slumber. Luke, patient as ever, waited under an X-wing until the man's snoring could be easily heard, and then crept out into the X-Wing. Before the guard could so much as gab a comlink, Luke was overriding the access code, and speeding out the open door. He was gone in an instant, caught only for a second on a hidden security camera.
The hidden headquarters location was practically branded into Luke's mind. Through years of reporting there after every mission, he knew every detail, every code of it more than he knew anything else. It felt strange, yet somehow right as Luke gently set the X-wing down in an abandon storage unit, hidden from onlooker's view.
Luke stepped cautiously up to the main entrance, which was in- inconveniently located in the side of a steep cliff with no footholds or anything. Luke had always used the force to levitate himself up there, but in recent times, he felt uncomfortable using the force. But since there was no quicker route, he slowly summed the force, let it channel through him, and began floating to the top.
This is defiantly strange Luke thought. He was standing inside the building, which was completely empty, and nearly devoid of life. Surley a few months can't make this happen He thought. He began stepping over broken pieces of machinery, computers, and droids. Slowly, he made his way up the floors, eventually finding nothing but abandoned posts and possessions. Once he was back at the lobby, he was very sure that the place was lifeless. Disappointed, yet strangely relieved, too, he began to leave the Base premises. But as he passed down the slick tile floor, he felt a bone chilling realization fill him. In this base, there were 9 levels below the Lobby. Though he never explored them before, he knew the lift that took you there was right near the Mess Hall. Despite his brains protests, his curiosity won. What was down there that gave him Goosebumps like this? He knew it was a living being, but as to who, he could only guess. The only question is, do I stay or do go?
"I don't know sir, I just know that we have one available picture of him, sir." Motty the guard explained. He was fidgeting in a chair behind the desk of Gen. Wedge Antilles, who was proudly in charge of the X-wings the New Republic owned. "We need all the X-Wings we have what with all the fighting coming up." Wedge muttered to himself. He looked up suddenly, and sternly faced the guard. "I want that photo son. Your job hangs in the balance." The guard swallowed nervously, and stood up. "Yes sir. I'll have the techies scan it and I'll bring it by as soon as it's ready, sir." General Wedge Antilles nodded. "Good. I'm going to get that ship back."
Han collapsed exhaustedly next to Leia. She was so asleep that she did not even feel the loud thump on the bed. Han looked over affectionately at his wife. "I love you." He said, and kissed her forehead.
For a few minutes he lay in bed thinking of the surprise today had brought. Flipping through random events, he began to notice Luke's absence. He sighed, and realized he hadn't seen Luke all day. Great he thought. The kid's in trouble again. Han was too tired to get out of bed. I'll just look for him in the morning. I'll bet he's just wondering around the apartment, maybe eating or something... Han felt his mind shut down for the night, and slowly he relaxed into sleep.
His dreams were set on Leia, Chewie, Luke, and him at the rebel base. It was a good dream, where Chewie started to become obsessive with cleaning the falcon (as if that would ever happen) and Luke fell in love with chocolate cake and decorated the X-Wings with peace signs made of chocolate frosting, and Leia was wearing that really revealing costume Jaba the Hutt made her wear. Ah, good dreams, for once. Han welcomed them. But unfortunately, the good thoughts were interrupted by a very loud and annoying beep. Shut Up! Han thought. Where is that coming from? Leia? Is that you snoring??? Han thought. Han, too groggy to open his eyes, started groping around for the chrono. Maybe it's alarm was going off..."Han. Han! Wake up. We have to go meet Wedge down at his office. Han!" Leia shook her husband awake. She was whishing there was large tub of water she could throw on him. But, she had to improvise. "Han, if you do not get up, I'll ear it." Han stirred. Leia sighed and reached forward and grabbed his ear. Gently she began tugging on it, until finally he opened his eyes. "Han, we have to go. It is urgent." Han knew that look. That serious, drawn, thin lipped smile, face. This must be bad. Han got up, and hastily threw on his clothes, mentally preparing for the worst.
Leia and Han took a seat in the comfortable chairs that furnished Wedge's Office. There was no need to gaze at the awards and decorations that filled the room; Han and Leia had visited too many times and read them all. So they sat bored, until Wedge Antilles returned solemly with President Mon Mothma, and Admiral Ackbar. He looked immensely sorry when he entered, and the other two looked very incomfortable. Leia and Han greeted them, and waited until they sat down to ask questions.
"I am very sorry to disturb all of you at such an hour, however, a recent, er...event has come up, and I need to address it here." Wedge said. He did not make eye contact with anyone, he just merely looked down at the glossy white paper he was holding.
"Late last night some unknown character snuck into the X-Wing garage and stole an X-Wing."
Han raised his eyesbrows. "Um, Wedge...I understand that X-Wing thefts are very important," Han said, irritated, "but why did you need to call us here?" Wedge's face grew hot, and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Taking a deep breath, he said, "We have a picture Han, of the person who did it. When we scanned the data files on any links to this person through looks and a digital DNA sample, and one came up." Wedge looked at Leia. "And who is it, General Antilles?" Admiral Ackbar asked. Wedge turned the white sheet of paper over, and revealed a picture with tiny words printed under it. "I'm sorry Princess Leia...Han. But this person was none other than Luke Skywalker himself."
Luke stepped into the damp and cold lift. Already subconsciously sensing what he would find, he nervously pressed the "1" button, and waited while the lift lowered itself. As soon as the double doors opened, Luke knew he would find nothing there. Dreading it and anticipating it at the same time, he stepped back into the lift, and pressed the "9" button. As the agonizingly slow lift continued further down, Luke began to know what he was about to meet. He should have been pressing the "0" button as quickly as he could, but somehow it was too, late. Luke began relaxing as the lift bounced and creaked. He wasn't able to relax for very long. Within seconds, the cold metal box opened it's doors. Luke stepped out slowly, watching carefully for any sign of movement. He moved forward, and felt like running back into the lift as it began closing. Despite the fact that there was a lift to take him back up when he wanted, Luke felt very stuck. Making an effort to begin walking, Luke slowly trekked down the long narrow hallway, where he knew he was to meet someone.
His steps echoed oddly against the cold metal floor. Luke supposed this room was meant for small secret or personal groups to hold meetings. As far as Luke could tell, there was only one room in the entire bottommost floor. It did seem quite odd, but then again, it didn't. At least I don't have to stumble around blindly Luke thought. He came up to the large imposing door, and decided to knock. He knocked four two times before suddenly, he knew he wasn't alone. "Hello Chip Donnel. I'm so pleased that you are back among our ranks now."
A/N: I hoped it was a good read. I'll try and post as often as I can! And if you are reading this...Please review! May the force be with you!