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FIC: Childish Things (SW, gen, What Remains series)
Today's de-stressing involved more sleeping in the afternoon (note to self: knock this out, internship starts soon) and sushi <3 I also need to sew something like this, it looks much more convenient than my tripod.
Now, Lando's action figures, finally. Third installment of What Remains,and the last one for now unless I get another idea. EDIT: Famous last words.
Fandom: Star Wars
Timeline: Just before the last scene of Empire
Disclaimer: All property of George Lucas. Inspired by and one line borrowed from Matthew Stover's novelization of Revenge of the Sith, which everyone should buy.
Previously in this series:
Aere Perennius | Cat in the Cradle
CHILDISH THINGS
Lando expected to find Leia keeping watch over Luke in the Falcon's sleeping quarters. Instead the princess was curled up on the bed, and the boy sat by her side, tired but awake. He put a finger to his lips and they went back into the corridor.
"We've landed in an abandoned junction station - they used to have these places so that cargos could be exchanged halfway and you only had to worry about your own sector's pirates. I thought I'd distract Leia by exploring the place, but if she's asleep and you're up to it?" Lando did his best to avoid looking at Luke's arm. What was left of it.
"Sure."
Lando let Luke lead the way outside, while he paused to look into the sleeping quarters again. Leia's face was drawn; she looked as if she had been through a battle with Vader and lost a hand herself. He let her sleep.
The dead calm of the station put Luke at ease. A fine coating of dust covered all surfaces, though the restarted air filtering systems were beginning to deal with it. Their boots left sharp-edged marks on the floor.
"I wonder how long this place has been abandoned." Luke ran his hand across a table, gathering up the dust. Twenty years, thirty? Without people and air circulation, there would be no new dust to mark the passage of time.
"Since the Clone Wars, probably - the fighting stopped the small trade and made these stations unnecessary." Calrissian opened a door into what looked like the living quarters. A chair was lying on the floor, and clothes were scattered in a trail from a wall niche to the door. "It looks like they left in a hurry."
Something caught Luke's eye behind the overturned chair. A model of a speeder, and behind it an old starfighter, just as small. "Yeah. The kids even left their toys behind."
Calrissian walked around the room. He bent to pick up other toys - two humanoid figures in cloaks and tunics, one in brown and white, the other in black.
He smiled. "Now that's something I haven't seen in a while. I used to have those, too."
"What are they?" Luke recognized the garb, and the metal rods covered with blue fluorescent paint. Ben had told him the Jedi had been guardians of peace and justice, but did kids play at being Jedi too? That - would make sense, he thought. He remembered that feeling.
I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my-
No.
He realized Calrissian was talking.
"I used to have ones just like these - I think they were made on Corellia. My parents took them away when they told us the Jedi were enemies of the Republic. I remember playing at being Jedi; I was usually Kenobi, because I could talk my way out of tight places. That stayed with me, I guess."
Luke found himself smiling. So it was still possible. "Kenobi? Would that be-" Ben "-Obi-Wan Kenobi?"
"Yeah, him. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker."
Suddenly the dusty air felt stifling. Luke's right arm twitched, trying to reach for the dark-clad doll with a hand that was not there.
Calrissian looked at him curiously "No relation of yours?"
"He-"
Obi-Wan never told you-
No.
I am-
No.
Search your feelings.
"He was my father."
Calrissian whistled. "Then it's Skywalker to save the day again."
"What do you mean, again?" Somehow, breathing came easier now.
"That's how it usually went. The war was going badly, a battle was almost lost, and then there they were. We knew they'd be there. Anakin and Obi-Wan will be there any minute - that's what we always said."
The dolls were meticulously detailed. Anakin Skywalker grinned recklessly, as if nothing could stand in his way. Guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic.
Things fell into place, and Luke knew where his path would take him.
=FINIS=
Next: Elegy (Vert)
Comment?
Now, Lando's action figures, finally. Third installment of What Remains,
Fandom: Star Wars
Timeline: Just before the last scene of Empire
Disclaimer: All property of George Lucas. Inspired by and one line borrowed from Matthew Stover's novelization of Revenge of the Sith, which everyone should buy.
Previously in this series:
Aere Perennius | Cat in the Cradle
CHILDISH THINGS
Lando expected to find Leia keeping watch over Luke in the Falcon's sleeping quarters. Instead the princess was curled up on the bed, and the boy sat by her side, tired but awake. He put a finger to his lips and they went back into the corridor.
"We've landed in an abandoned junction station - they used to have these places so that cargos could be exchanged halfway and you only had to worry about your own sector's pirates. I thought I'd distract Leia by exploring the place, but if she's asleep and you're up to it?" Lando did his best to avoid looking at Luke's arm. What was left of it.
"Sure."
Lando let Luke lead the way outside, while he paused to look into the sleeping quarters again. Leia's face was drawn; she looked as if she had been through a battle with Vader and lost a hand herself. He let her sleep.
The dead calm of the station put Luke at ease. A fine coating of dust covered all surfaces, though the restarted air filtering systems were beginning to deal with it. Their boots left sharp-edged marks on the floor.
"I wonder how long this place has been abandoned." Luke ran his hand across a table, gathering up the dust. Twenty years, thirty? Without people and air circulation, there would be no new dust to mark the passage of time.
"Since the Clone Wars, probably - the fighting stopped the small trade and made these stations unnecessary." Calrissian opened a door into what looked like the living quarters. A chair was lying on the floor, and clothes were scattered in a trail from a wall niche to the door. "It looks like they left in a hurry."
Something caught Luke's eye behind the overturned chair. A model of a speeder, and behind it an old starfighter, just as small. "Yeah. The kids even left their toys behind."
Calrissian walked around the room. He bent to pick up other toys - two humanoid figures in cloaks and tunics, one in brown and white, the other in black.
He smiled. "Now that's something I haven't seen in a while. I used to have those, too."
"What are they?" Luke recognized the garb, and the metal rods covered with blue fluorescent paint. Ben had told him the Jedi had been guardians of peace and justice, but did kids play at being Jedi too? That - would make sense, he thought. He remembered that feeling.
I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my-
No.
He realized Calrissian was talking.
"I used to have ones just like these - I think they were made on Corellia. My parents took them away when they told us the Jedi were enemies of the Republic. I remember playing at being Jedi; I was usually Kenobi, because I could talk my way out of tight places. That stayed with me, I guess."
Luke found himself smiling. So it was still possible. "Kenobi? Would that be-" Ben "-Obi-Wan Kenobi?"
"Yeah, him. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker."
Suddenly the dusty air felt stifling. Luke's right arm twitched, trying to reach for the dark-clad doll with a hand that was not there.
Calrissian looked at him curiously "No relation of yours?"
"He-"
Obi-Wan never told you-
No.
I am-
No.
Search your feelings.
"He was my father."
Calrissian whistled. "Then it's Skywalker to save the day again."
"What do you mean, again?" Somehow, breathing came easier now.
"That's how it usually went. The war was going badly, a battle was almost lost, and then there they were. We knew they'd be there. Anakin and Obi-Wan will be there any minute - that's what we always said."
The dolls were meticulously detailed. Anakin Skywalker grinned recklessly, as if nothing could stand in his way. Guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic.
Things fell into place, and Luke knew where his path would take him.
=FINIS=
Next: Elegy (Vert)
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...I think I might have an idea for another installment. Possibly on Tatooine.
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(And after reading the RotS book, I was kind of wondering if anyone in the later half of the timeline would still recognise the names. XD You're awesome.)
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BTW, I knew you guys were close, but icon twins? This is getting confusing ^^
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Gina
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Thank you so much :)
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Duude. I like this. Also the image of littleLando playing jedi.
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I hope Lando kept the toys.
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(Which would totally be a perfect excuse to write more Lando. I love him because he's so easy to write - he's a golden-hearted scoundrel with no deep layers, true loves or other garbage ♥)
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In the Novelisation, apparently, anakin and Obi- wan were rather famous. Of course tehre would be dollies and such. abnd then with everything, the toys would not be remembered, until a prompt.
also, love dthe descriptin of Luke's sad maiming. Perfectly done.
Thank you!
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I'm glad you liked it :)
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