Broken Memories

this is a prequel to my other story "Welcome Home"

Someone once told me that war does not make one great... I am not
sosure about that. I find that there are only two constants in the
universe. War and the force. It's been 300 years since the war
with the Chiss started, 400 since the fall of the Yong, and 600 since the
collapse of an empire. I find myself in orbit of Maxell, the last of
the Chiss worlds, wondering about destiny. I am the last of the
Skywalker-Solo clan. Its funny, a family that controlled the galaxy
for a century dies without much of a thought by the people we once
ruled and served. I have seen the death of each member of my family
and each time I wonder when it will be my turn. I was there each
time one of them died, my son Ben, Han, the twins, Leia...Mara. It
hurts when I try to remember them, but hurts even more when I try not
to. They use to come to me in visions saying to trust the force and
that they would be watching. The last come over 450 years ago. I
have lived longer without them then with them. I no longer remember
what they even look like; all I have are old feelings and my broken
memories. In the distance I hear cheering, the battle is won but I
care little for it. I look out at the stars and wonder, when destiny
will have no more use for me, and when I can just fade away and
become nothing more then a... broken memory...