Hello everybody well here it goes I hope you like it. I hope you do
enjoy it.
Oh,I forgot the disclaimer.
The characters created by GL or the EU aren't mine.Original Character
created by me or mine.
Chapter One: Memories
Jedi Master Luke Skywalker looked brielfy infront of himself. The
beautiful scenery of the planet Yavin always amazed him, even now.
He glanced around himself; the jungle, the temples and the blistering
golden sun, everything was beautiful, no denying it.
He finaly settled his gaze upon the cool compact datapad in his hand.
He had already read the message severly times and could barely
contain grasp the full content of the text.
"Dear Master Skywalker, It has been
quite sometime since I have last seen
you. And I regret to tell you that the
news is not good. I would like to see
you as soon as possible, prehaps at
Coruscant, tommorow.
I hope to hear from you soon
Ackbar."
Luke briefly pondered at what the news could be, what every it was,
he knew could not be good. The cool morning's breeze whiped his hair
across his forhead, and for a moment he felt like the 18 year old kid
he once had been. But war and death had hardened him into a man, a
unsecure man, he thought.
His thoughts were pulled away from his remicines and he uncounisly
fished his hand into his robe and pulled out a smooth white comlink.
"Streen, it's Luke could you have my x-wing preeped and ready to
launch in a hour's time" he briefly heard the faint crackling of the
transmisson before the older man replied.
"Yes Master, when will you return?"
Luke stopped a moment and wondered the same question.
"I don't know Streen, but I guess for a while, a day or two at the
most"
"Trouble?, Master." the older man said.
"Could be, I hope not" and with that he shut down the transmisson and
made his way towards his quarters.
Hello everybody well here it goes I hope you like it. I hope you do
enjoy it.
Oh,I forgot the disclaimer.
The characters created by GL or the EU aren't mine.Original Character
created by me or mine.
Chapter One: Memories
Jedi Master Luke Skywalker looked brielfy infront of himself. The
beautiful scenery of the planet Yavin always amazed him, even now.
He glanced around himself; the jungle, the temples and the blistering
golden sun, everything was beautiful, no denying it.
He finaly settled his gaze upon the cool compact datapad in his hand.
He had already read the message severly times and could barely
contain grasp the full content of the text.
"Dear Master Skywalker, It has been
quite sometime since I have last seen
you. And I regret to tell you that the
news is not good. I would like to see
you as soon as possible, prehaps at
Coruscant, tommorow.
I hope to hear from you soon
Ackbar."
Luke briefly pondered at what the news could be, what every it was,
he knew could not be good. The cool morning's breeze whiped his hair
across his forhead, and for a moment he felt like the 18 year old kid
he once had been. But war and death had hardened him into a man, a
unsecure man, he thought.
His thoughts were pulled away from his remicines and he uncounisly
fished his hand into his robe and pulled out a smooth white comlink.
"Streen, it's Luke could you have my x-wing preeped and ready to
launch in a hour's time" he briefly heard the faint crackling of the
transmisson before the older man replied.
"Yes Master, when will you return?"
Luke stopped a moment and wondered the same question.
"I don't know Streen, but I guess for a while, a day or two at the
most"
"Trouble?, Master." the older man said.
"Could be, I hope not" and with that he shut down the transmisson and
made his way towards his quarters.
Welcome Home
Luke Skywalker watched intently as he manuvered his x-wing towards
the busy skies of Courscant. He had always loved the busy atmosphere
of the huge city and he supposed he always would.
He quickly made his way towards the landing bay of The New Republic
headquarters and took a brief moment of time to think back to the
last time he was here. Of Course the last time he had been, he was a
younger man, a more reckless and cocky pilot of the Rouge Squadron.
Rouge Squardren, he thought, he missed the carefree days of just
flying and hanging out with his best friends and generaly having a
good time.
The corridors were quite and appeared empty.
After he had landed and been escorted from his craft, Luke got the
impression that what every he was doing had to be important.
The young luitentant had told him to enter the door to the right of
corridor 2.
When he reached the door, he stood outside unsure of what news
awaited him.
He quickly took a glance down at his dark clothes and swore for not
wearing better.
With his heart in his mouth Luke knoced on the door.
Without waiting he placed his sweaty palm upon the handle and swiftly
opened the door.
The room was large and clean, he though as he shifted his eyes to
focus on the small group of people sitting at circular desk, from
what he could see, the people seemed a little anxious and weary.
He barely noticed anyone except of course for his good friends
Admiral Ackbar and General Arien Cracken.
"Ahh, Master Skywalker, good to see you"
a man said from behind the two. He didn't think he regonised the man
and wondered briefly, should I?
"Please take a seat" the tall man gestured towards a comfortable
seat
placed beside himself.
Once he was seated the man alongside him pulled out a rather large
file, the name CR.LUKE SKYWALKER was printed on the front.
Luke wondered aloud as to why this man whom he had never met in his
life was carrying his file.
"Luke Skywalker, I presume" a dark haired man said reaching out to
shake his hand. "I can't say how much a plessure it is to met you at
last"
"Yeah..." Luke replied distantly, as he looked strangly at
Ackbar. "Sir what if you don't mind me asking, what this is all
about"
"Of course, Luke" Ackbar said as he waved his hand towards the tall
lean man placed beside Luke. "Doctor Threl please continue"
"Doctor?" Luke said, his stomach turning at the thought of
anything "medical wise being wrong"
"You don't remember me do you Luke?" Threl asked whilst opening his
file, never looking up. "No I'm sorry" he said, feeling uncomfortable
at the fact that he could not remember this man, who quite obvisoly
knew him.
"It's okay, we meet along time ago, in fact that's why I am here...I
was thinking of you and well...prehaps Admiral Ackbar could explain
more."
Luke set his eyes upon the Admiral and bore a gaze through him.
"Luke approximatley 8 years ago you left the Rebellion, to continue
your Jedi training." he looked at Luke as if to recive confirmation
"yes Sir"
"And you have not fought or flown in active duty combat since?" again
that look.
"yes sir"
"Luke...we...well what I want to say is, would you consider
perpicetating in a misson with Rouge Squadren"
What misson? Luke wanted to scream but he suppresed his cry of joy,
instead breaking into a smile.
"Well, it would depend sir on what kind of misson this is?"
Finaly General Cracken spoke "It's the kind that you keep top secret,
telling only those concered, is that understood"
"Yes General Cracken" Luke said, as he tried to bury his
excitement.
"So you accept?"
"If you don't mind me asking sir but why do you want me to take
part?, I mean I have been "retired" for years"
"Because like it or not Skywalker, you are one of the best pilot's
that I ever saw fly. You have a field for intell missons and are a
experienced officer or you not?
To tell the truth Luke you are the best and we need the best for this
misson"
"Sir I would like to accept...but is my health in question?" Luke
asked while rubbing his sweaty palms upon his trouser legs.
"Oh no... Doctor Threl is here just to take you for a short medical
checkup. That is if you want to be a part of this misson"
"Yes sir I agree,will that be all?"
"Yes" the admiral said as he got off his chair to shake his hand.
"Thankyou Luke" he said quietly as Luke made his way to the door
"And
don't forget to see Dr. Threl at 18.00 hours in the infirmary. Oh and
General make sure that you pick up your uniform please"
"General" Luke said as he whirled back to face Ackbar, a small
smile
was threating to overtake his lips.
"Yes, we felt you deserved a promotion,don't let it go to your head
but,it's only temperary, if you change your mind that is"
"No sir...and thankyou Admiral" and with that he closed the door
and
felt a sigh of relive and graditude escape his lips.
Old Friends
Wedge Antillis walked swiftly towards his quarters. It had been along
day and all he wanted to do was sleep.
He slowly rounded a corner to see a man about his age but smaller
waiting at his door.
He looked familar in stature but not in the clothes he wore.
He wore a dark green tunic with light vaise pants. Wedge could see a
slight line of light brown hair just below the peak of the mans
officers cap.
Wedge approached carefully unsure of what to say to the man who now
lazily relaxed against his door with a handful of documents.
Now that he was close enough he could make out the insigna of a
General.
"Am excuse me" Wedge said awakrawdly but the fiqure never moved. In
fact it seemed as if the man knew that Wedge had been standing
awarkdly trying to think of what to say.
"Well if it isn't General Antillis" the man said humorusly as he
turned to face him.
"Luke!...what...what are you doing? here I mean..i.in uniform"
Wedge
said stuttering as he looked his friend up and down, amazed at the
transformation of his close friend.
From what he could see Luke looked just like the 18 year kid who's
lucky shot blow the Death Star. His hair was quite obivosly croped
and he looked very formal in his lose fitting uniform.
"Good to see you too" He said graping Wedge into a embrace
"Come on, can we go inside, I will explain everything"
I hoped you like it, I know that it was not much but I hoped you like
it.