FIC: Elegy (Vert) [Star Wars, PG-13]

[winter]

Today was a surprise department meeting and then surprise department-funded drinks. In a Mexican restaurant. Damn my competitiveness and damn tee-kill-ya.

This was written while I was still sober, and between assignments. Take pity on the poor drunken girl - read and review :D

Previously in this series:
Aere Perennius | Cat in the Cradle | Childish Things

ELEGY (VERT)

When all fires had burned out, they settled to tell tales, each asking others what he should speak about, C3P0 translating when necessary. They sat close together in the cold pre-dawn of Endor.

"My turn again?" Luke made a face. "I'll bore you with sand tales yet. You want womp rats or krayt dragons?"

R2D2 beeped before anyone else could put in a request.

"Uh, Artoo thinks you should tell us about Dagobah, Master Luke." C2P0 sounded apologetic. "He is quite insistent about it, I'm afraid."

R2 beeped again, punctuating it with a short whistle.

"Droid's right," Han added. "You owe us the story, since it had you leaving us in the dust. Twice."

"Okay, okay." Luke took a deep breath. "It all started back on Hoth, after the wampa attacked me. I barely escaped, I was lying in the snow, and then Ben-"

Humans, Ewoks and droids listened intently to Luke's story of his arrival on Dagobah, the dangers of the swamp, and finally the meeting with the old Jedi master.

"Yoda really opened my eyes to a lot of things." Luke looked up at the greying sky. "He showed me there was more to being a Jedi than fighting. He was great because he wasn't a great warrior, because he didn't fight with a lightsaber."

Tired faces nodded their agreement. All except one.

Chewbacca remembered troops and warships, green light and a severed head rolling to rest at his feet.

{FINIS}

Comments

[rainey-creek.livejournal.com]

This is an intensely cool series. I got chills from the third and fourth parts.