Star Wars The Last Jedi Re-Write
By: Rosie Geee
Notes For The Reader:
In this story I will be re-write the last Jedi book where I see fit. I might keep some small parts relatively the same, but I will write it in my own words. I am taking inspiration from the movie, the novel, the junior novel, some YouTube theory videos (Supercarlinbros, Screenrant, different Star Wars channels.) and most importantly my own imagination.
I don't own Star Wars, I have a few characters that I'll introduce further on in story that are of my own creation, but I don't own any characters that those character might mention or be related too, or those characters species and culture.
Some characters histories have been changed from there film adaptations.
I originally published this on Wattpad and AO3.
Just for reference, I wrote this between 2017-2020 so the original trilogy, the prequels, the Clone Wars, Rebels, season one of The Mandalorian, Rogue One, and of course the Force Awakens are all canon to my story. Solo, The Last Jedi, The Rise Of Skywalker, and any film/tv show that came out after 2020 are not considered canon, along with the plot of The Resistance, but some Resistance characters and locations might still be mentioned. I have drawn inspiration from other no longer canonical Star Wars media. If ever there is a scene that contradicts the above-mentioned canon, I promise that is a thought-out change that is necessary for my plot. Without further a due, I hope you enjoy my story.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Star Wars The Last Jedi: The Re-Write
The First Order reigns. Having decimated the peaceful Republic, Supreme Leader Snoke now deploys his merciless legions to seize military control of the galaxy.
Only General Leia Organa's small band of Resistance fighters stand against the rising tyranny, certain that Jedi Master Luke Skywalker will return and restore a spark of hope to the fight.
But the Resistance has been exposed. As the First Order speeds towards the Resistance base, the brave heroes mount a desperate escape...
Prologue
Rey exited the old smuggling freighter known as the Millennium Falcon onto a rocky island surrounded by blue sea. The island she had seen in her dreams. Something here was calling her, but she didn't know what and she had a mission. Leaving Chewbacca behind to check the ship she turned to climb the ancient stone stairs with her staff.
She started climbing. The stairs and stone path went all over the Island, so she decided to climb to the very top to get a better view. On the way she came to an abandoned village of small round stone buildings with lightning rods on the roofs. Maybe a dozen of the ancient shelters. No one appeared to be here at the moment, so she continued climbing.
Not far from the small primitive village was a mysterious building built on a small flat clearing near the edge of a cliff. Although made from the same stone materials, this building seemed more recent. It was square instead of round and it was slightly bigger. Her curiosity getting the best of her, Rey entered.
With no lights it took her a second to adjust to the dark. What was in the centre of the building amazed her. An old X-wing starfighter, identical to those she had scavenged on Jakku. Just like those ships this one appeared to be a little over 30 years old, but unlike the ones on Jakku this one was intact, the building protecting it from the elements.
A singular flashing light in the cockpit indicated it was in low power mode just like the Falcon had been on Jakku for years. It wouldn't have much fuel but probably enough to get off world and one hyperspace jump. No sign of who she came for, she exited and continued the climb to the top.
Luke stood on a cliff overlooking a raging sea, sometimes still amazed by the amount of water. He wore sackcloth robes under a woolen cloak. A hood protecting his face from the wind. Hearing footsteps approaching him he realized that after many years of being left alone he had been found.
He turned slowly to see a girl on the other side of the plateau. She approached but stopped a few feet from him. He paused for a second then with both his metal and flesh hands, took his hood down.
He took a good look at her. Her hair was a light brown in a triple bun. Her gray vest and tunic were of simple style. She wore dessert gauze around her arms and carried a salvaged gear axle quarterstaff. A satchel dangled from her hip.
She took a good look at him. He looked sad; wrinkles burdened his forehead. A white beard separated him from his youth. His blond hair was unkept, peppered with white and gray. His robes were disheveled and grimy. It had probably not been washed in a long time, same with Skywalker himself. But he still had Sky blue eyes despite the troubled look in them.
The girl stopped and reached into her satchel and brought out an item he thought he'd never see again. She held out to him a lightsaber, his lightsaber. The lightsaber had belonged to him and his father, Darth Vader.
He had lost the weapon in the same instant he had lost his hand, in a duel with his father above the clouds, he had thought he had lost both forever. Now however, right in front of him stood a young girl, the same age he was when he left Tatooine for the first time, and she was holding his weapon out to him.