5 Things That Never Happened To Luke Skywalker


I


"Captain?"

Captain Luke Skywalker turned his head. The lieutenant spoke. "Sir, there's a Star Destroyer hailing us. Its IFF reads as the Chimaera."

"Yes? And what does Captain Pellaeon want with us?"

"Sir, he says that he has a superior with him that you will want to meet."

"Very well. Prep a starfighter. I shall go over. Lieutenant, for the time being, the Ravager is yours."

"Thank you, sir."


Skywalker loved being back in the cockpit. The TIE Interceptor flew towards the Chimaera as he hailed the Star Destroyer, informing them of his arrival. He was known throughout the fleet for refusing to ever use a shuttle, and always leading any and all starfighter action. Because of his unmatched kill ratio, Command did not condemn this rebuke of the rules.

Once aboard, he dropped landing gear, and climbed out. Before him was a man he knew; Captain Gilad Pellaeon. "Gilad, how are you?"

"Very good, Luke. In fact, better than good. And you?"

"Not as much starfighter action as I'd like, but what can you do?"

"Hmp," he said, mocking the disapproval of High Command. Gilad escorted his friend to the commanding officer's chambers. "I have an offer for you, Captain Skywalker. I do hope you'll take it seriously. Come in here, and I'll show you what this is all about."

Inside, there was what appeared to be an art display. Pieces from across the galaxy littered the walls and floor. And in the center of all this was a chair with a man in it. His skin was blue, and his eyes glowed red behind closed eyelids. Skywalker had heard of this man.

It was Grand Admiral Thrawn. "Captain Skywalker."

"Admiral." Skywalker gave a slightly formal bow.

"Pellaeon and I have come to a decision on a matter, and we would appreciate your accompaniment on this mission."

"You have my services whenever you wish them, Admiral. But what is this about?"

Thrawn rose, sighed, and spoke. "If you will follow us, the three of us are going to defect to the Rebel Alliance."


II


"Commander?"

Commander Luke Skywalker turned to face the lieutenant. "Yes?"

"Sir, may I have a moment of your time?"

"Certainly." Skywalker gestured for the lieutenant to come in. When he shut the door, he turned and regarded the lieutenant. "How's it coming, Biggs?"

"We've got almost all of the Rand Ellipse's engines sabotaged, but if they don't make the jump to the rendezvous point at exactly the right time, they'll detonate prematurely, and that'll bring the whole ship down on our heads." Lieutenant Biggs Darklighter placed his feet up on Luke's desk. Luke briefly reflected on how glad he was to have rebuked Uncle Owen, and signed on with Biggs Darklighter and Tank—particularly that he got a higher rank than Biggs from it. "Unless you can come up with a better idea..."

"I got an idea, Biggs. You'll say I'm crazy, but I think it'd just sweeten the deal with the Rebellion..."


The Rand Ellipse does not jump into hyperspace. No explosions rock the engine bay. No shots fire in the halls. No stormtroopers open fire on any treasonous officers. No sound is made at all.

In vacuum, there isn't any air for sound to go through.

The entire ship, save a few officers in the auxiliary bridge, has a crew of dead men.


"Nice idea, Luke. Worked a lot better than a shootout, anyway." Biggs reclined in his chair.

"So...now where?"

"Alderaan; the Organas will know what to do with us."


III


"Master Luke, you're standing on—" Threepio was cut off by Jabba.

"There will be no bargain, young Jedi. I shall enjoy watching you die." The Hutt chuckled.

Luke grabbed at a Gamorrean's blaster, and levelled it at Jabba. Unfortunately, he forgot about the Mandalorian behind him.

Then he never had the chance to forget anything ever again.


IV


"Use the Force, Luke." But he couldn't.

"Let go, Luke." He was unable to do so.

"Luke, trust me." He did.

But he didn't trust the Force—not yet.

He watched his targeting computer readouts as they ticked down. Then he received a quick premonition from the Force that he didn't trust in.

It wasn't quick enough. The TIE Advanced X1 fired on him.

The X-Wing labeled Red 5 winked out of existence.


V


"Master Luke? Are you ready, sir?" Threepio toddled up to Luke Skywalker, who didn't answer.

"Hey, Kid—we're waiting for you." Han Solo looked at his old friend. "What's up, buddy?"

What was up was this; Luke Skywalker, destroyer of the first Death Star, the man who stared down the Emperor and defeated him, the galaxy's greatest Jedi Master, the Republic's best-known hero...

Was scared to death.

"I was my wedding day, too, Kid. It'll pass."

"It will?" Luke looked at Han.

"No way; you just get used to it. I'll give you a little tip; she's always right. No matter what it is, she's right. It makes your life a helluva lot easier."

"Thanks for the confidence-inspiring speech, Solo," Luke glowered at his old buddy.

"Any time, Kid. Now come on; she's waiting."


"Do you, Luke Skywalker, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, and to cherish forever in marriage?"

Luke did not hesitate. "I do."

"And do you, Callista Ming, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, and to cherish forever in marriage?"

She did not hesitate either. "I do."

"Then, by the power vested in me by the New Republic, I pronounce you husband and wife." Then Wedge Antilles turned to him and said, "Well, what are you waiting for, permission? Kiss the girl!"

And Luke did.


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