Hello everybody! I was ecstastic to get some feedback! So happy in fact, that I have decided to continue! I haven't really had much experience in this business... So please let me know if anyone seems too out of character! The mood I feel has changed from the Prologue... Let me know what you think!
Enjoy Chapter 1!
Cracking my eyes open, I was met with stark walls so unlike the pulsating fires of my dream. Only the faint hiss of hyper oxygenated air reminding me where I was. Tiredly, I look around, but with my damaged eyes, not much is seen.
A sharp twitter of noise grabs my attention as the blurry space around me continues to solidify, slowly wiping the vulcan landscape from my mind.
Annoyed at the intrusion of my privacy, I lazily palm the controls for my helmet, the great durasteel jaws of the chamber sliding open as my suit pressurizes, once again cutting me off from the outside world.
"...Milord?"
At this, I snap around in my chair.
"Yes Captain?" I drawl, sleep still miring my mind, although the vocabulator betrays nothing of the sort.
"I..." The poor officer floundered, "Uh, I-I was just notifying you that we have found the name of the Rebel who destroyed the Death Star, but you didn't appear to be listening.."
Throwing him a patronizing look (which I realized would go completely unnoticed) I watched this... Captain Piett, if memory serves me correctly, squirm a bit longer before attempting to dreg the answer from him.
"And...?" I said a little more clearly than my previous statements, the prospect of finally discovering the identity of the pilot that made the lucky shot invigorating me.
Not lucky, I remind myself, there is no such thing as luck. It was the will of the Force that allowed that to happen.
Fearing my famous "Invisible Hand of Death," the answer came in an unintelligible blurted rush.
"Itwasarebelbythenameoflukeskywalkermilord."
"...What?" Silently, I just continued to stare at Piett, he was fairly new at this job, and I liked him so far, he didn't attempt any bootlicking in my presence. Even if he did scare easy. Alas, the problem with new recruits.
Sucking in a few deep breaths, the young captain finally realized that I wasn't crushing his larynx, he spoke at a more reasonable speed. Extending a datapad towards me, he explained as I flipped through the report.
"The Rebel goes by the name of Luke Skywalker milord, he was the one that fired the deciding shot. I was able to recover a few snapshots of him from the Death Star security cameras as well as from the Rebel archives."
Skywalker.
Luke Skywalker... Could it be?
Pulling up a grainy image, I could just make out a mop of light hair and desert clothing. I sighed in exasperation at the poor quality.
You'd think that with all the amazing advancements in technology, that we'd have HD security cameras!
"Could it be what milord?" Piett tipped his head slightly, "Is there anything else you require of me?"
Realizing I had been voicing my thoughts out loud, I clamped down on my mental tongue. First dreams of fire and now, a son long thought dead, has risen from the grave and blown a hole into my life...
"That will be all Captain," I waved him off distractedly, gazing at the pixelated snippet of my (possible) son. "I... Have much to meditate on... Make sure Ozzel keeps in line for me."
"Yes sir," Piett saluted snappilym before exiting the room.
Satisfied he was gone, I once again retreated within my chamber, the weight of this revelation should've been heavy enough to crush my sanctuary, but oddly enough, I instead felt buoyed up by the news.
I have a son.
A son!
A living, breathing, child!
Out in the galaxy...
Without me.