Star Wars: Descent [Legacy]
Title: “Descent”
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: G
Timeline: between Legacy # 11-14
Summary: The non-Jedi ghosts have never visited Cade before.
Disclaimer: Star Wars belong to George Lucas.
A/N: I never expected to like the Legacy series as much as I did, but in its own way, it’s very awesome. Hence, this little… thing here. XD
DESCENT
“It’s the question of faith, Cade. If there is but one person who truly, deeply believes in you, then you can withstand anything. A loving heart is never wrong.”
He watches her with dull eyes and a sardonic half-smile upon his lips.
“You’re not a Jedi.”
“I’m not.”
“But you’re dead.”
She nods slowly. He kicks the empty death stick tube with his foot lazily and chuckles.
“Oh, I know who you are! Your hubby dropped by. He didn’t preach as much as your son, but he sure as hell was annoying too. Lady, you’re wasting your time.”
She lowers herself on the dirty floor next to him, transparent and angelic and dead for over a hundred and thirty years. For all he knows, she might be (should be) a dug-induced hallucination; but she is the most soothing one he’s ever had.
“You are a Skywalker,” she reminds him softly. The way she says the name, it almost sounds like a blessing.
“Change the channel, sweetie. All I ever hear is ‘You’re a Skywalker, live up to it, save the Galaxy, yadda-yadda’! Who says the Galaxy even needs saving?”
She smiles, irrevocably sad. Touches his shoulder with the tips of her ghostly fingers.
“How about being happy then? But you’re not. Dosing yourself up with this poison hardly makes a difference, doesn’t it? You know where your heart truly lies.”
“I’m beginning to see where Luke gets it from,” Cade grumbles. Like a miserable dog, too blinded by fear and fury, he bites. “So how strong was your faith in Vader that it made him kill you?”
Her facial expression doesn’t change, though it becomes somewhat harder. She radiates gentle sorrow, the feeling far too corrosive for his drugged mind. Cade squeezes his eyes shut, barricading himself from her image. One day, perhaps, they will all come to visit: Vader, Luke and Leia, Mara, their children. One happy dead family. All except the one he really needs to see. His father.
He feels about for another portion of the drug. Pumps himself full of it. Right; why would the Galaxy need saving? To me, it’s fine the way it is, he thinks.
If he holds on to this thought, everything is all right. It’s easy to ignore the corrupt Imps and the Sith cancer eroding the Core, and the blasted Jedi, and ghosts, and Ossus, and the father that will not talk to him, and himself. Himself, the Skywalker, on top of all.
When he opens his eyes, the ghost lady is gone. He kicks back, watching the ceiling ripple with waves of light overhead, and tries to convince himself he hasn’t seen or heard anything. Maybe this time it’ll work. If not, he’ll have to apologize to her later.
October 7, 2009
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: G
Timeline: between Legacy # 11-14
Summary: The non-Jedi ghosts have never visited Cade before.
Disclaimer: Star Wars belong to George Lucas.
A/N: I never expected to like the Legacy series as much as I did, but in its own way, it’s very awesome. Hence, this little… thing here. XD
DESCENT
“It’s the question of faith, Cade. If there is but one person who truly, deeply believes in you, then you can withstand anything. A loving heart is never wrong.”
He watches her with dull eyes and a sardonic half-smile upon his lips.
“You’re not a Jedi.”
“I’m not.”
“But you’re dead.”
She nods slowly. He kicks the empty death stick tube with his foot lazily and chuckles.
“Oh, I know who you are! Your hubby dropped by. He didn’t preach as much as your son, but he sure as hell was annoying too. Lady, you’re wasting your time.”
She lowers herself on the dirty floor next to him, transparent and angelic and dead for over a hundred and thirty years. For all he knows, she might be (should be) a dug-induced hallucination; but she is the most soothing one he’s ever had.
“You are a Skywalker,” she reminds him softly. The way she says the name, it almost sounds like a blessing.
“Change the channel, sweetie. All I ever hear is ‘You’re a Skywalker, live up to it, save the Galaxy, yadda-yadda’! Who says the Galaxy even needs saving?”
She smiles, irrevocably sad. Touches his shoulder with the tips of her ghostly fingers.
“How about being happy then? But you’re not. Dosing yourself up with this poison hardly makes a difference, doesn’t it? You know where your heart truly lies.”
“I’m beginning to see where Luke gets it from,” Cade grumbles. Like a miserable dog, too blinded by fear and fury, he bites. “So how strong was your faith in Vader that it made him kill you?”
Her facial expression doesn’t change, though it becomes somewhat harder. She radiates gentle sorrow, the feeling far too corrosive for his drugged mind. Cade squeezes his eyes shut, barricading himself from her image. One day, perhaps, they will all come to visit: Vader, Luke and Leia, Mara, their children. One happy dead family. All except the one he really needs to see. His father.
He feels about for another portion of the drug. Pumps himself full of it. Right; why would the Galaxy need saving? To me, it’s fine the way it is, he thinks.
If he holds on to this thought, everything is all right. It’s easy to ignore the corrupt Imps and the Sith cancer eroding the Core, and the blasted Jedi, and ghosts, and Ossus, and the father that will not talk to him, and himself. Himself, the Skywalker, on top of all.
When he opens his eyes, the ghost lady is gone. He kicks back, watching the ceiling ripple with waves of light overhead, and tries to convince himself he hasn’t seen or heard anything. Maybe this time it’ll work. If not, he’ll have to apologize to her later.
October 7, 2009