Disclaimer: this is based off of Star Wars in the time of Luke and Leia, after the fall of the Emperor, and takes place after the Star Wars book The Truce at Bakura by Kathy Tyers
Spoilers: none, though a few references to Bakura; other than that, it's all me
Other: SUMMARY ABOUT The Truce at Bakura, just in case you want some footing about the book:
Truce at Bakura is a riveting action packed tale of the days directly after Return of the Jedi. Luke injured by the Emperor during the final battle aboard the Death Star II, is receiving treatment for those life threatening electrical convulsions you see him go through, when he receives a visitation from the spirit of Obi-Wan Kenobi bidding him to go to Bakura which is in great danger. So Luke in command of a task force with diplomats Han and Leia in tow heads out to Bakura. It was interesting to see Luke Skywalker in command of a military force, something not seen in any of the other Star Wars books. At Bakura our heroes find Imperial forces about to be destroyed by soul sucking aliens. In the interests of the innocents enemies join force and the fun begins. The battles both on land and in space are well written and the story is great. Love, death, betrayel, everything a Star Wars reader could possibly want is here. Han's gloating over the defeat of the Empire at Endor in front of Bakura's Imperial governor is classic, Leia's confrontation with the spirit of Anakin Skywalker is an imporatant aspect to the story, while Luke's romantic feelings for a lovely Bakuran senator are a humanizing influence on a character too often viewed as above human emotions
Luke found his mind drifting to the lovely Gaeriel Captison. Luke shook his head. Forget about her Luke... She's a senator Bakura, a planet on the outer reaches of the galaxy... Besides that, she's religiously opposed to the Jedi Order... and Yoda says you're not allowed to fall in love... What harm could falling in love do? It's not like any harm ever came of it--
"General Skywalker?"
"Oh, yes?"
"Princess Leia requests that you bring your fighter in and meet with her."
"Tell her I'll be right there." In his thoughts, Luke had almost forgotten the reason he was out in the X-wing to begin with--to scout. "Oh, and I'm sending you a scan report. I picked up a few traces. Please transfer the data to her."
"Yes, sir."
"What did you need, Leia?" Luke walked into his sister's personal office.
Han, leaning back in a chair, took his feet off of Leia's desk. "Took you long enough, kid. Oh, and thanks for the scans. They were very helpful after everyone else had already turned in theirs of an even broader sweep."
"What happened, Luke." Leia's face held genuine concern.
"Just thinking. About stuff."
Han grinned. "I bet I know who--"
"So, what did you need Leia?"
"While you picked up a few traces, the others came back with a full report of at least a dozen Imperial fighters in the area."
"Have they detected us yet?"
"Not as far as we can tell. It worries me, though. We can't seem to find their base."
"We'll find it. If, when, we start blasting each other, at least one is bound to run off. I'll chase it."
"No one can keep up with you. Be sure to stay in radio contact."
"No problem. Do you still need R2."
"Yes; we're still working on processing all the data from Bakura. Take one of the other droids. You'll be fine."
"Alright. See you two at launch. Call me if you need anything else. I'll be in my room. I have a few tweeks to work out in my hand."
"See the med droid if you need anything severe done to it. Those things aren't easy to make and you've destroyed enough already." Leia flashed him a big smile.
"Okay, I will." As he walked out of the door, he shouted over his shoulder, "You two behave."
"Do we ever?" replied Han with a grunt of a laugh.
"Oh, Master Luke, you really should not be doing that!"
"Chill out, 3PO." Luke peeled back the artificial skin on his mechanical right hand. The nerves weren't working quite right. "Won't take much. On a few changes of the wires and--OW!" Luke hastily undid what he had just done. "Maybe I will see the medical droid."
"Stay in here and rest, Master Luke. We will send for him."
"No, it's okay. I need to see Doc about my therapy anyway." Luke was still having a small bit of difficulty with the after-effects of his electricution at the hands of the Emperor--now dead, thanks to the redemption of his one evil father, Darth Vader, rather Anakin Skywalker. The hand could get to be a problem though. I'll need another repair kit...
"Master Luke?" asked a tentative voice from behind him.
Luke didn't even have to look. He could sense the Force flowing strongly in the boy. "What can I help you with, Tuari?"
"When can I learn to use a lightsaber?"
"When you're a little older."
"But that's what you said two days ago!"
Luke couldn't help but laugh. The boy, no more than five years old, was an orphan they had found on Tatooine a while back. He was very strong in the Force--at lease the strongest that Luke had seen in any of his years in the knowledge of the Force--so Luke took the boy in as his pupil, his padawan learner (as Master Yoda had described it). "When you can bring that 20 pound weight to you from across the room, then I will teach you."
"But it's so heavy..."
"Weight has nothing to do with it. You must simply let the force flow through you. Then, almost anything is possible."
"Yes, Master..." The boy sighed and headed to his room--which was little more than a sectioned of quarter of Luke's own room. With all the soldiers, rooms were precious scarce. Tuari turned around abruptly. "I almost forgot!" He ran back to Luke and hugged him tightly. "I love you, Master."
Luke smiled and returned the small boy's embrace. "You too, Tuari. Now off with you."
"Yes, Master!"
What a kind and gentle boy. If only all beings were more like him. Luke smiled again, thinking of the boy... I wonder if this is what it feels like to be a father... But he quickly drew his mind from the thoughts because he knew before long, he would start thinking about why he would never be a father. And since such thoughts saddened him, he pushed them to the back of his mind.
Luke pulled out his repair kit and tinkered with it for a while, waiting for the go to launch. After hurting himself several times, a man came across the comm. "Are you ready for departure, sir?"
"Yes."
"Proceed."
"Luke?"
Leia? "Yeah?"
"Be careful."
"Aren't I always?... I will. I promise." Did Leia sense something? She was actually starting to come into her Jedi powers and becoming more aware of the Force--with her senses especially. Luke had already taught her a great deal about fighting with a lightsaber, even helping her make one of her very own.
They quickly killed off the Imperial fighters. "Luke to control."
"What is it?" It was Leia's voice.
"I saw one of the ships flying in the direction of that small moon over there. Don't know if anyone got it. I'm going to go take a look."
"Be careful. Radio in as soon as you land."
The moon was bland, more like an overly-large asteroid. "Luke to control. I'm landed. Do I need to check in anymore, O concerned sister of mine?" Luke asked with a short laugh.
"Very funny, Luke. Just check in every hour. If you have to, you can send a comm call from a hand-held and have the droid transmit the message to us."
"I'll do that. Luke out."
"Control out."
Luke shook his head. It had been several hours and the scanners weren't picking up anything. Sighing, he made his way back to the ship. "Luke to control. Returning to the ship."
"Copy that, General Skywalker, sir. We will await your arrival."
Luke lifted the X-wing off the surface of the moon. The moon had rotated so much that he would have to fly around the planet to get to the ship.
BANG!
A blast rocked the X-wing. The damage report was minor enough. Luke turned the X-wing around to face two Imperial fighter. Luke shot one dead on. The other turned around and fled. Luke, of course, pursued it.
Leia ran into the control room. "Where is he?"
"We don't know. He said he was returning shortly over an hour ago, but he hasn't yet. We can't pick up his signal either."
"Orbit the moon and try to see if we can find anything."
A while later, the comm officer called the pacing Leia back over. "Nothing shows on the surface, mam. Though, there are the remnants of an Imperial fighter."
"Any other traces? Signals?"
"No, mam. None."
"What the--! This guy doesn't know where he's going! I don't even think he has his scanners on!" The fighter had been staying just barely out of Luke's range for a long while, but now the little bugger was running low on fuel. Luke sped up marginally. "I've got you now!" Luke sent a blast, but--out of despiration--the Imperial fighter managed to get off one last shot; however, while Luke's shot hit dead on (turning the fighter into a ball of flame), the Imperial's shot did not make critical impact. "It looks like we made it--" He started as a wing to his left burst into flame. Luke cursed and tried to make all the adjustments he could. "It's no use! I'm going to have to emergency land." He was lucky enough to find a habitable planet--hot, but habitable. "You'll have to do..."