Some ship I don't feel like immersing myself with knowing the name of...
"Lyra, Lyra, can you hear me?" A deep, menacing voice asks. Lyra blinks, her eyes struggle to open, but once they do, all they see if a bright, shining white light staring down at her. And a black mask.
"Lyra." Darth Vader whispered as Lyra takes in deep breathes, her memories flooding back. What happened and what not. Lyra's heart hammers in her chest as she thinks about Luke.
"You." Lyra whispered, and wrinkled her nose. She reached for her lightsaber, before realizing that restrainsts were around her ankles and wrists. Not only that, but the comforting coldness of her lightsaber was gone. Darth Vadar stared at her as she struggled.
"Let me go!" She said, her voice strong and determined as she dared to make eye contact with Darth Vader.
"No." Darth Vader replied as Lyra kept moving, trying to break free.
"I demand a lawyer!" Lyra screamed as Darth Vader turned around to look at his daughter. All those years he missed, where he should've watched her grow up. Where he should've spent watching his daughter maturing. Gone. "I want a trial! I want my lightsaber! I demand it! I have a rights!"
Darth Vader wanted to smile at hearing her voice, demanding and adorable with this sharp edge to it. But when he looked Lyra's face, twisted in anger and frustration, the smile vanished.
"Lyra, please, don't make this difficult." Darth Vader pleaded with his daughter as she collasped backwards. She wouldn't get out of those restraints. She couldn't.
"Well?" Lyra asked, and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, what?" Vader asked his daughter as she sighed.
"Well, aren't you going to kill me yet?" She asked when Darth Vader shook his head.
"Why would I kill my own daughter?" He asked when Lyra started to laugh, which turned into a hacking cough.
"Why is that so funny?" Darth Vader asked as Lyra shook her head.
"You Sith think that anyone will believe anything you say." Lyra mumbled as Darth Vader took a step forward.
"Its true, Lyra. Search your feelings." Darth Vader said as Lyra had an urge to cross her arms if the restraints weren't in a way.
"You're funny, you know that Vader?" Lyra asked. Darth Vader frowned, but of course, she couldn't see that.
"Come on, Lyra, its true." He whined as Lyra rolled her eyes.
"Please, forgive me for this, but you're not exactly the most trustworthy person ever." Lyra replied as Darth Vader sighed.
"Why must you be so difficult, Lyra?" Vader mumbled. "Even Luke believed me! And that boy is stubborn!" Lyra chuckled.
"Well, its not like we're related or something." Lyra replied as Darth Vader kept staring at her. "What did you expect, Vader? For me to just believe you?" Lyra chuckled again as Darth Vader sighed.
"I expected you to scream No or something. I mean, it does run in the family." He replied as Lyra smiled.
"I'm not part of your delusional family, Vader." Lyra laughed, something that sounded like it came from the heavens itself. Vader remembered that laugh, that was one thing about Lyra that didn't change. Yeah, Lyra did change, but not many people noticed it. She wasn't exactly the spinning image of Padme anymore, instead, she invented her own style.
Sure, doe like brown eyes, dark brown curly hair, fair skin, and pointed chin. But she had a firceness unlike anything Vader had ever seen. She was a spitfire, and her smile was different, it was almost a smirk. Her nose was pointed, her eyebrows had a more intense arch. Sometimes, Darth Vader would wonder how he never saw those differences before.
"Lyra, how do you not remember me?" Darth Vader asked, his voice a soft whisper as Lyra laughed.
"Of course I remember you! Your the most feared face in the world! A villian at his prime! How could I not remember a man who was more machine than man!" Lyra exclaimed as somewhere in Darth Vader's heart, there was this ache.
"Prep my daughter for a full brain scan. I want to see what went wrong on the day of her crash." Darth Vader told a convienent Stormtrooper at the side.
"I'm not your daughter!" Lyra taunted as Darth Vader left the room to clear his own mind.
***Back to Luke! Yay!***
"So, a robotic hand, huh?" Leia asked Luke after Chewbacca and Lando left. "Is that the new trend now?"
"I guess so? I just hope that this makes using the force a whole lot less painful." Luke responds as Leia laughs. Caroline stared out the window before Leia walked up to her.
"Leave me alone." Caroline whispered, her voice sad and downright depressing.
"Come on, Caroline. Staring out the window won't bring Lyra back." Leia whispered as Luke went up to look out onto the stars with them.
"You know, I miss her sometimes." Luke whispers. "She was stubborn, and sure made my day a whole lot more exciting."
"Yeah, she might've not been the nicest, but trust me, she was honest. The honesty that you never see anymore." Leia adds when Luke nods.
"Yeah, that and sarcastic. Man, I've never seen a girl like her." Luke adds and for a moment, this awkward silence spread out when Caroline spoke up.
"The thing is, Lyra never found out who she really was." Caroline whispered. Luke and Leia stared at the older girl as she tucked some blonde hair behind her ear.
"What do you mean?" Luke asked as Caroline turned towards them both and raised an eyebrow.
"She never told you?" Caroline asked, intrigued.
"No." Luke and Leia said at the same time.
"When I first found Lyra, with my Mom, she was a surivivor from a crash. I found her in an escape pod of a smaller ship that came from The Death Star. All she had was the clothes on her back and her ligthsaber. She didn't know who she was, or how she came to be. She was a blank slate, she didn't even know her name. Her ligthsaber said Lyra, so we just, you know, assumed her name was Lyra. Our best theory was that she was a youngling who ended up on The Death Star for execution, then she somehow escaped and made it to the escape pod when the rebels were attacking, before ejecting herself too late, hitting her head, and getting amnesia."
"Whoa, that sounds like it just summed up, like, two chapters of work right there." Leia said as Caroline nodded.
"Wait, how old was her?" Luke asked as Caroline shrugged.
"Five, I guess. We did some age tests later on. So five more or less."
"Such a shame." Leia whispered. "She was such a strong warrior." Caroline kept staring at the night sky as a thick tear rolled down her fair cheek.
"I miss her." Caroline whispered as Luke nodded.
"Us too, Care."
***Going back to Lyra!***
"Lord Vader." Some Stormtrooper said. Wait, if Vader meant Father in Dutch or something, then didn't that mean he was saying Lord Father? That doesn't even make any sense!
"Yes?" Vader asked when the Stormtrooper looks back on his sheet of paper.
"We've spotted some damage in the hippocampus, where all the memories are stored. You see, The Hippocampus is a very complex system where-" Darth Vader held a hand up to stop him.
"I'm not here for a lesson on the brain, man. Just tell me what happened to my daughter." The Stormtrooper nods.
"While your daughter's current memories are fine, such as her short term, and some long term, a certain part seems to be rather... cut off. Like a vessel has stopped it from letting her remember-"
"Her first five years..." Darth Vader whispered.
"Yes, we suspect when her ship crashed, her head got hit at a certain angle, which caused her to have memory loss, leaving her a blank slate." The Stormtrooper replied.
"How do we fix it?" Darth Vader asked, staring at his daughter who lay unconscious on the table.
"With the right treatment or therapy, Lyra should be able to remember after a few years or so-" Darth Vader held his hand up, choking him.
"I don't have a few years, dude." DArth Vader whispered before letting him go. He gasped for air before composing himself. "The next movie is suppose to take place in like, a year! There must be some way to jog it up faster!"
"THere is, Lord Vader. If you can just... Click her memory, then I believe that may just do the trick." Darth Vader's eyes lit up, if, you know, you could see them and he nodded. This meeting was over.
He walked towards the old storage room. Luckily for him, he moved everything that was ever Lyra's into a seperate room on this ship. He couldn't bare walking by his daughter's bedroom everyday on the Death Star. So he literally had to removed and put in this ship. It cost a whole lotta money, and The Emperor sure wasn't happy with it, with budget cuts and what not, but he made it work.
He opened the door, and saw the regular room that made it Lyra's room. A small, made bed. A dresser. And the one thing that Darth Vader was looking for:
Bobby.
***The Return Of Bobby***
You guys didn't forget about Bobby did you? If you did, then reread those chapters!
If you guys are too lazy, well here's a recap, he's Lyra's droid that she named. Yay! He came back! Darth Vader didn't slice him in half or something crazy like that! Cause we all know that on the inside, you were truly worried about that. You know, instead of something like what's going to happen next... Hehehe...
Laughs and Giggles,
Emily