(A/N: This is a What if? Story..what if Anakin Skywalker had not fallen to
the dark side and now the Old Republic is split into two? With the ever-
decreasing amount of Jedi on one side as well as some of the more stronger-
willed bureaucrats and a handful of brave star systems.with guess who? Bail
Organa and Mon Mothma at is head. On the other side, good old palpatine,
the trade federation and a Sith Apprentice as well as all the star systems
that Palpatine's army managed to force to cower in submission. All this
written from the point of 13 year old Kyra Skywalker.I hav an Original
story quite identical to this but decided to write a Star Wars version
since it started out as a SW fanfic.LoL)
Alternate Universe
20 years after AOTC
Luke POV
Luke shook his head in frustration as he tried to tighten the strap on the loofa's back, securing the precious equipment. After a moment he paused and looked outside. It was, as usual raining, yet again on this dreary little excuse for an outpost. Of course, he didn't have to be here, he could be inside with his squadron drinking caf and that lousy gunk that Klivian claimed was beer, but he wasn't that stupid.
After all, like all good leaders of men before him, Luke knew there was an unwritten rule that a commander could never be just "one of the guys", he could have their respect and their love but never their friendship. So, everyday at lunch time, he left them alone to quarrel and laugh and joke the way they couldn't when he was around. Somtimes he ate in the officer's mess but even there he was an outcast- the snotty little upstart who had barely seen nineteen summers and had only been given a command position because of certain "connections" back on Coruscant. Oh god, how he wished that he was back home.
Home.
His heart skipped a beat as he thought of it. For as long as he had known, Coruscant had meant home. Even when Mom had dragged the whole family across the galaxy because of one of her diplomatic missions. Or D....he had a mission, they had always returned to Coruscant, and over the years, that familiar planet had come to represent a stablizing point in his whole life.
But now, he wasn't so sure if he had a home anymore, didn't even know if his family was alive. For two years, he had been fighting for the Republic, for freedom. Any other parent would have been proud Luke thought. But he had thought of it as, what was the term he used...ah yes "adolscent rebellion". Well apparently, the Great One did not know his son well enough to know that Luke was no coward to hide behind his mother's skirts while his friends were dying out there.
He remembered the arguement that had started it and the ensuing estrangement that had followed, with bitterness.
(Footnote: This is all I've written so far, completely unvetted, its jus a story idea. Remarks anyone? Also, i'm looking for a more experienced writer to collaborate with; anyone out there willing to give it a go? *puts on hopeful face* LoL .... ....press review now...quick!)
Alternate Universe
20 years after AOTC
Luke POV
Luke shook his head in frustration as he tried to tighten the strap on the loofa's back, securing the precious equipment. After a moment he paused and looked outside. It was, as usual raining, yet again on this dreary little excuse for an outpost. Of course, he didn't have to be here, he could be inside with his squadron drinking caf and that lousy gunk that Klivian claimed was beer, but he wasn't that stupid.
After all, like all good leaders of men before him, Luke knew there was an unwritten rule that a commander could never be just "one of the guys", he could have their respect and their love but never their friendship. So, everyday at lunch time, he left them alone to quarrel and laugh and joke the way they couldn't when he was around. Somtimes he ate in the officer's mess but even there he was an outcast- the snotty little upstart who had barely seen nineteen summers and had only been given a command position because of certain "connections" back on Coruscant. Oh god, how he wished that he was back home.
Home.
His heart skipped a beat as he thought of it. For as long as he had known, Coruscant had meant home. Even when Mom had dragged the whole family across the galaxy because of one of her diplomatic missions. Or D....he had a mission, they had always returned to Coruscant, and over the years, that familiar planet had come to represent a stablizing point in his whole life.
But now, he wasn't so sure if he had a home anymore, didn't even know if his family was alive. For two years, he had been fighting for the Republic, for freedom. Any other parent would have been proud Luke thought. But he had thought of it as, what was the term he used...ah yes "adolscent rebellion". Well apparently, the Great One did not know his son well enough to know that Luke was no coward to hide behind his mother's skirts while his friends were dying out there.
He remembered the arguement that had started it and the ensuing estrangement that had followed, with bitterness.
(Footnote: This is all I've written so far, completely unvetted, its jus a story idea. Remarks anyone? Also, i'm looking for a more experienced writer to collaborate with; anyone out there willing to give it a go? *puts on hopeful face* LoL .... ....press review now...quick!)