Fic: Cut (Star Wars)
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seriousficTitle: Cut
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Luke Skywalker.
Word Count: 565
Summary: After the Battle of Yavin, Luke wonders how justice will be done.
On the Falcon, Obi-Wan showed Luke how to meditate. It came so easy to the old man. Even Han seemed to notice the… something coming off Obi-Wan when he got like that, a sense of serenity that permeated the entire ship. Luke tried it, but all he could catch was a vague glimmer of the Force. It was like he was a person in a hot house feeling a window open three rooms away.
So much happened after. Ben died, the Death Star blew, and all of a sudden they were heroes. Leia took to it best; it was possible she was born with a million-Corusca smile and a blaster in her hand. And Han just bluffed his way through leadership the same way he would through a game of high-stakes sabacc; his confidence made everything think he knew what he was doing, especially when he didn’t. Luke was the only one who felt lost. So, on the coordinated hyperspace jump away from their compromised base on Yavin IV, he meditated.
Give me a sign, he thought at Ben’s memory. What do I do now?
The ‘what’ was obvious. Defeat the Empire. Kill Darth Vader. Restore the Jedi Order. The ‘how’ was where he started having problems. If only it involved picking up power converters or fixing moisture vaporators, then he’d be all set.
Please, Ben. Tell me what to do.
Training with his lightsaber, that was easy. He could swear he felt his father’s hand guiding him with each blaster bolt he deflected. But meditation was subtler, more frustrating. He had to both empty his mind and keep it focused. Stray thoughts infiltrated his mind. That pretty girl on Ord Mantell, worry about Chewbecca’s family on Kashyyyk, sorrow for his family, anger over the atrocities the Empire committed. Anger came easiest. Weeks after he’d dealt with an assassin or squad of stormtroopers, the fury he felt came bubbling up. It was like meditation stirred up slit at the bottom of some vast internal lake.
Paradoxically, he relaxed and redoubled his focus. Outside, the universe screamed by, but the Alliance was safe within the little bubble their ships’ engines produced.
Tell me about my father, Ben.
Another memory came up, and Luke almost squelched it before he realized it wasn’t his. His father was like him, in appearance at least, but when it came to personality he was more like Han. Brash, cocky, invincible and knowing it. His lightsaber cut through battle droids by the thousand. When he was at Obi-Wan’s back, the more cautious Jedi felt no fear. The two of them were inseparable. Luke felt glad that his father had a friend like Han. Intellectually, he knew that Anakin had faced much the same pressures he had… but at least he’d benefited from the guidance of Obi-Wan. With those teachings, he must’ve been ready when the end came.
Luke was struck by the memory of Ben fading away as Vader’s lightsaber cut through him. Horrific. He opened his eyes, felt the tingle in his gut that told him the fleet was coming out of hyperspace. He got to his feet and left his cabin to find his friends. No more meditation for today.
He would avenge his father. One day, his lightsaber would cut through Vader’s neck. And then his father could at long last rest in peace, knowing justice had been done.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Luke Skywalker.
Word Count: 565
Summary: After the Battle of Yavin, Luke wonders how justice will be done.
On the Falcon, Obi-Wan showed Luke how to meditate. It came so easy to the old man. Even Han seemed to notice the… something coming off Obi-Wan when he got like that, a sense of serenity that permeated the entire ship. Luke tried it, but all he could catch was a vague glimmer of the Force. It was like he was a person in a hot house feeling a window open three rooms away.
So much happened after. Ben died, the Death Star blew, and all of a sudden they were heroes. Leia took to it best; it was possible she was born with a million-Corusca smile and a blaster in her hand. And Han just bluffed his way through leadership the same way he would through a game of high-stakes sabacc; his confidence made everything think he knew what he was doing, especially when he didn’t. Luke was the only one who felt lost. So, on the coordinated hyperspace jump away from their compromised base on Yavin IV, he meditated.
Give me a sign, he thought at Ben’s memory. What do I do now?
The ‘what’ was obvious. Defeat the Empire. Kill Darth Vader. Restore the Jedi Order. The ‘how’ was where he started having problems. If only it involved picking up power converters or fixing moisture vaporators, then he’d be all set.
Please, Ben. Tell me what to do.
Training with his lightsaber, that was easy. He could swear he felt his father’s hand guiding him with each blaster bolt he deflected. But meditation was subtler, more frustrating. He had to both empty his mind and keep it focused. Stray thoughts infiltrated his mind. That pretty girl on Ord Mantell, worry about Chewbecca’s family on Kashyyyk, sorrow for his family, anger over the atrocities the Empire committed. Anger came easiest. Weeks after he’d dealt with an assassin or squad of stormtroopers, the fury he felt came bubbling up. It was like meditation stirred up slit at the bottom of some vast internal lake.
Paradoxically, he relaxed and redoubled his focus. Outside, the universe screamed by, but the Alliance was safe within the little bubble their ships’ engines produced.
Tell me about my father, Ben.
Another memory came up, and Luke almost squelched it before he realized it wasn’t his. His father was like him, in appearance at least, but when it came to personality he was more like Han. Brash, cocky, invincible and knowing it. His lightsaber cut through battle droids by the thousand. When he was at Obi-Wan’s back, the more cautious Jedi felt no fear. The two of them were inseparable. Luke felt glad that his father had a friend like Han. Intellectually, he knew that Anakin had faced much the same pressures he had… but at least he’d benefited from the guidance of Obi-Wan. With those teachings, he must’ve been ready when the end came.
Luke was struck by the memory of Ben fading away as Vader’s lightsaber cut through him. Horrific. He opened his eyes, felt the tingle in his gut that told him the fleet was coming out of hyperspace. He got to his feet and left his cabin to find his friends. No more meditation for today.
He would avenge his father. One day, his lightsaber would cut through Vader’s neck. And then his father could at long last rest in peace, knowing justice had been done.
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Date: 2007-12-28 04:40 pm (UTC)This has to be one of the most ironic passages I have ever read in a story.
Wow, that didn't long!
Date: 2007-12-28 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-12-29 07:39 am (UTC)Well done. :D