Back To The Future
Disclaimer: I do not own or have any affliation with George Lucas, Twentieth Century Fox, Lucasfilm or the Star Wars saga.
Spoilers: Some.
Her pale green eyes enveloped the two soft presences in the force. Her fingers spidered through her long coils of ebony hair that flowed down her bare back. The soft lines of age altered her coffee coloured skin.
The lit fuse of interest dulled in her passionate gaze as the twins timidly took their lead into the bland, white room. It was not her duty to feel pity for them or any of the others that were lead to her capable hands.
"I am sure you have many questions for me. All of which I will answer." She smiled, her hand extended to touch the soft pink palms of the Skywalker twins. "But, first, would either of you enjoy a touch of tea?"
Her green eyes emphasized by the long black lashes that curled at their tips. The ageless decay of her body fell heavy upon her as she arouse from her ivory based chair. Her hand traced down the violet ripple that formed on the hem of her dress.
"No thank you. We just want answers at the time being, mi'lady. Why are we here? Who are you?" The younger of the twins voiced. Leia's porcelain hand remained twisted in a simple embrace with her brother's.
She did not expect any less. Most of the people that had passed through to her bland office often demanded the answers that wrought their minds rather than the simple luxuries that she often offered.
"I am a...I guess I am what you would call it an avatar of the Force." She replied. Luke withdrew from the deep shadows that formed in the corner of the chalky white room. His dark brows furrowed together.
"We're dead." The words felt dry against his tongue. Leia released her stronghold on his hand. The red patches of her fingers burned at his cold skin. The words evaporated in a white mist.
The little comfort lost as the hot tears burned down Leia's cheeks soiling the tranquility that settled on her finer features. Her heart beated still in its case. She could not find the gentle rhythm that Han stilled with his love.
There would be no chance at a life now with Han Solo. There was only the black pit of death. She had barely begun to live her life and now it was gone, forever. Her palms rubbed away the patch of redness that gloated under her dark brown eyes.
She knew it was true. There was no place for debate to refute the facts that idly crushed her lungs to suppress any words that she wanted to display.
"A second chance of life I can offer you." The avatar smiled. "A chance to right the wrongs that your parents committed."
"I do not understand." Luke commented. His father's wrongs had tore the heart out of the Republic and left the galaxy to slow rot into an embellished empire. His mother, was a simple woman who had done no wrong, except to love Anakin Skywalker or so Obi-Wan muttered to him in the last hours of darkness.
"You will soon. You cannot use your names or else your cover will be blown and the offer retracted. That is if you take the offer to change the fate of the galaxy and stop the rise of Sidious." She murmurred. Her voice stern with obedience. Luke and Leia nodded.
"Good." She smiled.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: The comment on the last chapter was not insulting vignette stories or their authors. I am a particular fan of many of the short stories that appear on That was not the context that what I said should have been taken in. The premises was that if I continued writing the previous chapter to make it long, it would have lacked quality. I will get back to the Anakin/Padme mush soon. I also must admit that I enjoyed Anakin/Padme mush and am a bit disappointed that there isn't more on :).