A Question of Loyalty, Chapter 1, Star Wars AU, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, OCs, Rated G
Title: A Question of Loyalty, Chapter 1
Author: mutt_ravenwood
Fandom: Star Wars AU
Characters: Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, General Robjen, Harlus, Han Solo (mentioned only), Darth Vader (mentioned only).
Rating: Rated G
Word Count: ~1025
Disclaimers: All Star Wars characters belong to the great George Lucas; I just like to write fanfiction about them and make absolutely no money from doing so.
Summary: Luke Skywalker finds himself unsure of where his loyalties lie.
A Question of Loyalty, Chapter 1
”I am your father.”
”I am your father.”
”…your father…your father…”
Luke gritted his teeth and closed his eyes briefly as he walked quickly down the narrow corridor, avoiding cables and wires that hung haphazardly out of the ceiling and protruded from the walls unexpectedly. Would it never cease to torment him? That voice and the words that had turned everything he had ever believed upside down?
He ground his teeth together again, giving a tight-lipped smile in apology to the pilot whose shoulder he bumped in his attempt to get through a too-small doorway. The temporary base was a beehive of activity, readying for yet another move. He clenched his fists tightly together, the right hand was now much stronger than the other and he had a ridiculous urge to slam it into the nearest wall to see just how strong it was.
Like Vader. Like father, like son. The voice in his head mocked him laughingly. But was it true? Darth Vader’s temper was legendary as was displays of his strength. Whether that strength came from Vader's own armored body or from use of the Force or from a combination of the two was anyone’s guess.
Leia. He needed to see Leia. She…calmed him. Gave him a sense of peace and helped him gather together his scattered thoughts. Not that she knew that, and he wasn’t about to tell her, but it was true all the same.
Another crazy situation. Luke had feelings for Leia. Exactly what those feelings were he hadn’t quite decided, keeping them to himself and slowly savoring them and, at the same time, chiding himself for doing so. It was a strange mixture of things he felt about the Princess from the now destroyed planet of Alderaan. He admired her more than anyone and wished he were more like her. She was brilliant. She was also very beautiful and sometimes Luke felt as though he could stare at her for hours. But he also felt an odd sort of…possessiveness…towards her. And that confused him most of all. It was more than feeling protective over her, he felt as if she belonged to him in some way.
But all of it didn’t matter. Not anymore. He’d have to be blind to not see how she felt about Han Solo. And if it was Han she wanted…Luke closed his eyes again wearily…then he’d do everything in his power to see that’s what she got. After he rescued him from Boba Fett or Jabba the Hutt or whoever was currently the holder of the nice chunk of carbonite that was Han’s new look, at least according to Threepio.
Luke chided himself for his ugly humor. It was his fault that Han was in the predicament he was in, used as bait and then casually given away as payment. It was Luke’s fault…and Darth Vader’s. ”…your father…your father…your father…”
Luke startled as a hand grabbed his arm and he opened his eyes to the realization that he’d been standing in the middle of three intersecting corridors, bustling with other members of the Alliance, and with his eyes closed. Luke groaned. Everyone already thought he was a little…well…a lot…strange because of his use of the Force. And because he claimed to be the son of a Jedi Knight. And because he had trained for a short time under the legendary Obi-Wan Kenobi. And, especially and unfortunately, because he had survived a lightsaber duel with the dreaded Darth Vader.
He looked down into the worried face that belonged to the person with the small hand still clutching his arm. He couldn’t remember her name though she was quite lovely and had often smiled at him as they’d passed in the corridors. She had beautiful green eyes and somehow made the drab worksuit she wore look quite wonderful on her slim figure.
“Are you alright, Luke?”
“I’m…I’m fine. Just…uh…busy…uh…and tired. Yeah. That’s why I was just standing here…thinking.”
She laughed and shook her head and Luke found himself smiling at his own foolishness. She patted his arm comfortingly and turned and walked briskly away. Luke watched her until she turned out of sight. Gradually his smile faded. What would she think if she knew? If she knew who he really was? Would she still smile at him? He didn’t think so.
Grumbling to himself, he made his way to the small, cramped command center. He peered around several stacks of equipment before spotting the Princess in a corner talking with two older human men, one obviously of a high rank. He hesitated, then shrugged his shoulders and walked up. Leia immediately smiled in greeting.
“Luke! I was just about to send for you. This is General Robjen and his aide Harlus.”
Luke shook hands with both men, carefully schooling his face from showing his discomfort at having his prosthetic hand touched. He had heard of Robjen. He was known for his success at difficult undercover assignments, so much so that he had become too noticeable to the Empire, and had retired to the more mundane tasks involved in helping to run an operation as large as the Alliance had become.
“Luke Skywalker…I have wanted to meet you. Your piloting skills have been bragged upon far and wide.”
Leia stepped closer to Luke and linked her arm with his. He looked down at her in surprise.
“Luke, General Robjen is…doing research for a…possible undercover operation he’s planning. He was hoping to get a little information from you.”
Luke frowned slightly. Why did Leia have that funny look in her eyes? And why was she clinging to him? It wasn’t like her to do so in front of someone else.
He looked back to General Robjen who watched them both patiently. The aide, Harlus, was busily picking at the frayed cuff of his jacket and seemed strangely unconcerned about the conversation.
“General?”
“Let me get right to the point, Commander Skywalker. You of all people must be aware of how the situation is escalating between the Alliance and the Empire. My colleagues and I have determined several weak points in the Empire’s defense. Foremost is the Emperor’s reliance on one certain individual.”
Robjen clasped his hands together and leaned uncomfortably close to Luke. So close that Luke could see flecks of a pale violet hue in the man’s gray eyes.
“Luke Skywalker…tell me everything you know about Darth Vader.”
This story is cross-posted to my Journal and several Star Wars communities.
Author: mutt_ravenwood
Fandom: Star Wars AU
Characters: Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, General Robjen, Harlus, Han Solo (mentioned only), Darth Vader (mentioned only).
Rating: Rated G
Word Count: ~1025
Disclaimers: All Star Wars characters belong to the great George Lucas; I just like to write fanfiction about them and make absolutely no money from doing so.
Summary: Luke Skywalker finds himself unsure of where his loyalties lie.
A Question of Loyalty, Chapter 1
”I am your father.”
”I am your father.”
”…your father…your father…”
Luke gritted his teeth and closed his eyes briefly as he walked quickly down the narrow corridor, avoiding cables and wires that hung haphazardly out of the ceiling and protruded from the walls unexpectedly. Would it never cease to torment him? That voice and the words that had turned everything he had ever believed upside down?
He ground his teeth together again, giving a tight-lipped smile in apology to the pilot whose shoulder he bumped in his attempt to get through a too-small doorway. The temporary base was a beehive of activity, readying for yet another move. He clenched his fists tightly together, the right hand was now much stronger than the other and he had a ridiculous urge to slam it into the nearest wall to see just how strong it was.
Like Vader. Like father, like son. The voice in his head mocked him laughingly. But was it true? Darth Vader’s temper was legendary as was displays of his strength. Whether that strength came from Vader's own armored body or from use of the Force or from a combination of the two was anyone’s guess.
Leia. He needed to see Leia. She…calmed him. Gave him a sense of peace and helped him gather together his scattered thoughts. Not that she knew that, and he wasn’t about to tell her, but it was true all the same.
Another crazy situation. Luke had feelings for Leia. Exactly what those feelings were he hadn’t quite decided, keeping them to himself and slowly savoring them and, at the same time, chiding himself for doing so. It was a strange mixture of things he felt about the Princess from the now destroyed planet of Alderaan. He admired her more than anyone and wished he were more like her. She was brilliant. She was also very beautiful and sometimes Luke felt as though he could stare at her for hours. But he also felt an odd sort of…possessiveness…towards her. And that confused him most of all. It was more than feeling protective over her, he felt as if she belonged to him in some way.
But all of it didn’t matter. Not anymore. He’d have to be blind to not see how she felt about Han Solo. And if it was Han she wanted…Luke closed his eyes again wearily…then he’d do everything in his power to see that’s what she got. After he rescued him from Boba Fett or Jabba the Hutt or whoever was currently the holder of the nice chunk of carbonite that was Han’s new look, at least according to Threepio.
Luke chided himself for his ugly humor. It was his fault that Han was in the predicament he was in, used as bait and then casually given away as payment. It was Luke’s fault…and Darth Vader’s. ”…your father…your father…your father…”
Luke startled as a hand grabbed his arm and he opened his eyes to the realization that he’d been standing in the middle of three intersecting corridors, bustling with other members of the Alliance, and with his eyes closed. Luke groaned. Everyone already thought he was a little…well…a lot…strange because of his use of the Force. And because he claimed to be the son of a Jedi Knight. And because he had trained for a short time under the legendary Obi-Wan Kenobi. And, especially and unfortunately, because he had survived a lightsaber duel with the dreaded Darth Vader.
He looked down into the worried face that belonged to the person with the small hand still clutching his arm. He couldn’t remember her name though she was quite lovely and had often smiled at him as they’d passed in the corridors. She had beautiful green eyes and somehow made the drab worksuit she wore look quite wonderful on her slim figure.
“Are you alright, Luke?”
“I’m…I’m fine. Just…uh…busy…uh…and tired. Yeah. That’s why I was just standing here…thinking.”
She laughed and shook her head and Luke found himself smiling at his own foolishness. She patted his arm comfortingly and turned and walked briskly away. Luke watched her until she turned out of sight. Gradually his smile faded. What would she think if she knew? If she knew who he really was? Would she still smile at him? He didn’t think so.
Grumbling to himself, he made his way to the small, cramped command center. He peered around several stacks of equipment before spotting the Princess in a corner talking with two older human men, one obviously of a high rank. He hesitated, then shrugged his shoulders and walked up. Leia immediately smiled in greeting.
“Luke! I was just about to send for you. This is General Robjen and his aide Harlus.”
Luke shook hands with both men, carefully schooling his face from showing his discomfort at having his prosthetic hand touched. He had heard of Robjen. He was known for his success at difficult undercover assignments, so much so that he had become too noticeable to the Empire, and had retired to the more mundane tasks involved in helping to run an operation as large as the Alliance had become.
“Luke Skywalker…I have wanted to meet you. Your piloting skills have been bragged upon far and wide.”
Leia stepped closer to Luke and linked her arm with his. He looked down at her in surprise.
“Luke, General Robjen is…doing research for a…possible undercover operation he’s planning. He was hoping to get a little information from you.”
Luke frowned slightly. Why did Leia have that funny look in her eyes? And why was she clinging to him? It wasn’t like her to do so in front of someone else.
He looked back to General Robjen who watched them both patiently. The aide, Harlus, was busily picking at the frayed cuff of his jacket and seemed strangely unconcerned about the conversation.
“General?”
“Let me get right to the point, Commander Skywalker. You of all people must be aware of how the situation is escalating between the Alliance and the Empire. My colleagues and I have determined several weak points in the Empire’s defense. Foremost is the Emperor’s reliance on one certain individual.”
Robjen clasped his hands together and leaned uncomfortably close to Luke. So close that Luke could see flecks of a pale violet hue in the man’s gray eyes.
“Luke Skywalker…tell me everything you know about Darth Vader.”
This story is cross-posted to my Journal and several Star Wars communities.