FIC: Aere Perennius (SW, gen)
At the cafe today, I was heartily sick of International Prognoses and Simulations. So I got out a notebook and ficced instead. This is the first vignette of at least three I'm planning on the same topic - tentative series title is "What Remains". All ideas property of George Lucas and Matthew Stover, who wrote the Revenge of the Sith novelization that inspired this. 375 words, 15 minutes + 5 minutes editing just now.
AERE PERENNIUS
The twisting support structure reminded Luke of the tree roots on Dagobah. He supposed it was fitting: the finished monument would portray the heroes of the Rebellion - the roots of the New Republic.
He turned to the artist. The little Toydarian's wings were thrumming with excitement, waiting for his opinion.
"I'm sure it will be splendid once it's completed, Mistress Gorda."
Gorda fluttered her fingers. "Thank you! Do you want to see the model? The Princess told me you didn't take part in deciding the design."
Ï had other things on my mind just then." His shoulder still ached from the blaster burn. "I'd like to see it."
"This way, this way - I put in many Jedi, many people you know-"
Luke let the Toydarian's voice flow over him as he caught sight of the scale model of the monument. Gorda had outdone herself. Stone and steel twisted in a triumphant blaze of flame, and figures emerged from it like ghosts. He saw Leia, Ackbar and Mon Mothma in the top tier, his own face just below, but it was a figure on the bottom level that drew his eyes.
Jedi robes, but with a shadow of the familiar cape. Luke's own eyes, Leia's jaw, a reckless smile that looked alien - had the man ever been that young? And a lightsaber, lit and ready to strike.
"I took the image from archive broadcasts." Gordo lowered her voice. "I don't think people want Vader there."
Luke nodded through the pressure in his throat. The figure to the right of Anakin Skywalker was Kenobi, Obi-Wan rather than Ben, and just as young, with a confident smile. On the other side was someone Luke did not know. A man, an aristocratic face with an elegant beard, the expression noble and kind. The clothes were civilian, but there was a lightsaber clipped to the belt.
"Who's that?"
The little Toydarian smiled as she followed Luke's line of sight. "He was the first to see the evil of Palpatine. He left the Jedi because he wanted to fight him. The other Separatists twisted his intentions, but he was always noble. He formed the ideals we fought for."
Luke nodded. "Count Dooku."
The first hero of the Rebellion.
~FINIS~
Next: Cat in the Cradle
AERE PERENNIUS
The twisting support structure reminded Luke of the tree roots on Dagobah. He supposed it was fitting: the finished monument would portray the heroes of the Rebellion - the roots of the New Republic.
He turned to the artist. The little Toydarian's wings were thrumming with excitement, waiting for his opinion.
"I'm sure it will be splendid once it's completed, Mistress Gorda."
Gorda fluttered her fingers. "Thank you! Do you want to see the model? The Princess told me you didn't take part in deciding the design."
Ï had other things on my mind just then." His shoulder still ached from the blaster burn. "I'd like to see it."
"This way, this way - I put in many Jedi, many people you know-"
Luke let the Toydarian's voice flow over him as he caught sight of the scale model of the monument. Gorda had outdone herself. Stone and steel twisted in a triumphant blaze of flame, and figures emerged from it like ghosts. He saw Leia, Ackbar and Mon Mothma in the top tier, his own face just below, but it was a figure on the bottom level that drew his eyes.
Jedi robes, but with a shadow of the familiar cape. Luke's own eyes, Leia's jaw, a reckless smile that looked alien - had the man ever been that young? And a lightsaber, lit and ready to strike.
"I took the image from archive broadcasts." Gordo lowered her voice. "I don't think people want Vader there."
Luke nodded through the pressure in his throat. The figure to the right of Anakin Skywalker was Kenobi, Obi-Wan rather than Ben, and just as young, with a confident smile. On the other side was someone Luke did not know. A man, an aristocratic face with an elegant beard, the expression noble and kind. The clothes were civilian, but there was a lightsaber clipped to the belt.
"Who's that?"
The little Toydarian smiled as she followed Luke's line of sight. "He was the first to see the evil of Palpatine. He left the Jedi because he wanted to fight him. The other Separatists twisted his intentions, but he was always noble. He formed the ideals we fought for."
Luke nodded. "Count Dooku."
The first hero of the Rebellion.
~FINIS~
Next: Cat in the Cradle