Leaving for Bakura soon
From the viewing deck of the transport I watched Endor's burnt and destroyed forests fade from view, swallowed by the overwhelming greens and blues of the primative world, looking no more damaged than before we arrived. Han paced the deck, itching to be flying or fighting, fidgety without something to fix.
Luke tried to meet us when we landed, but the med droid wouldn't have it. I felt the - what was it? A brush of feeling from him when we arrived and later during the meeting I could feel his presence glowing. I'm not sure if I could always feel it and just wasn't attune - or if I've gotten more sensitive or was it him? He's acting well but he's still healing from yesterday - even through his glow I feel waves of pain, something deep that I can't help him with.
Despite that, he got himself into a position commanding the strike force on Bakura - Obi Wan spoke to him in a Force/Jedi vision? Whatever it was - Mon Mothma took it seriously. It seems odd that I never met the man. Sometimes I wonder what Obi Wan must have been like. Honorable like my father. My real father, the one who raised me. Strong. Handsome, maybe.
I should pack. We're leaving soon - within the next few hours.
Our first contact with a people who call to the Empire for help. And all they get is us - a couple cruisers and some gunships, a squad of X-wings, an odd A-wing or B-wing. Oh - and the Falcon. Always the Falcon. Why Han loves that hunk of junk is beyond me, but I assume Chewie and I will ride with him - at least I'm hoping so. I've become fond of laser-brains.
We'll see if the Imperials don't blow us out of the sky before realizing we're there to help.
-Leia
Truce at Bakura (p.22)
Luke tried to meet us when we landed, but the med droid wouldn't have it. I felt the - what was it? A brush of feeling from him when we arrived and later during the meeting I could feel his presence glowing. I'm not sure if I could always feel it and just wasn't attune - or if I've gotten more sensitive or was it him? He's acting well but he's still healing from yesterday - even through his glow I feel waves of pain, something deep that I can't help him with.
Despite that, he got himself into a position commanding the strike force on Bakura - Obi Wan spoke to him in a Force/Jedi vision? Whatever it was - Mon Mothma took it seriously. It seems odd that I never met the man. Sometimes I wonder what Obi Wan must have been like. Honorable like my father. My real father, the one who raised me. Strong. Handsome, maybe.
I should pack. We're leaving soon - within the next few hours.
Our first contact with a people who call to the Empire for help. And all they get is us - a couple cruisers and some gunships, a squad of X-wings, an odd A-wing or B-wing. Oh - and the Falcon. Always the Falcon. Why Han loves that hunk of junk is beyond me, but I assume Chewie and I will ride with him - at least I'm hoping so. I've become fond of laser-brains.
We'll see if the Imperials don't blow us out of the sky before realizing we're there to help.
-Leia
Truce at Bakura (p.22)