Watching the Skies

“You. Rest. Now.”

“You took five steps and need to sit down again?”

“I’m absolutely fine, I just need to sit down.”

“I just need to sit-what do you mean I’m already laying down?”

“Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.”

“Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”

“I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.”

“We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”

“When I said I needed five more minutes I meant it more like hours.”

“… no… I’m tired… let me sleep… I don’t want to get up.”

“We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.”

“You can’t hide those shaking hands from me. You need to stop.”

“I’m just a little cold, I’m okay, really. Let me sit with a blanket or something.”

“Moving…? No I’m good thanks.”

“Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.”

“Was… was that actually there? That wasn’t there was it?”

“I’ve had no energy for three days.”

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?”

“I have energy for exactly one more person of favourable standing, and going the hell to bed. With or without that person, bed is happening.”

“You’ve struggled to move anything for the last hour.”

“This is what happens when you over exert yourself.”

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!”

“Last night we said a great many things.”

“You said I was to do the thinking for both of us.”

“I’m saying it because it’s true.”

“You’ll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.”

“I heard a story once. As a matter of fact, I’ve heard a lot of stories in my time.”

“We’ll always have Paris.”

“I said I would never leave you.”

“If we stop breathing, we’ll die. If we stop fighting our enemies, the world will die.”

“I died young, of lung cancer.”

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

“You know how you sound? Like a man who’s trying to convince himself of something he doesn’t believe in his heart.”

“Welcome back to the fight. This time, I know our side will win.”

“I don’t want to shoot you, but I will if you take one more step!”

“Round up the usual suspects.”

“I like to think you killed a man. It’s the romantic in me.”

“What if you killed all of us? From every corner of ____, hundreds, thousands would rise up to take our places.”

“Here’s looking at you, kid.”

“Apparently you’re the only one in ____ with less scruples than I.”

“Realizing the importance of this case, my men are rounding up twice the usual number of suspects.”

“Are you planning on going to bed in the near future? You ever going to bed?”

“Go ahead and shoot. You’ll be doing me a favor.”

“Can I tell you a story, ____?”

“Under the circumstances, I will sit down.”

“You know, ____, I have many friends in ____, but somehow, just because you despise me, you are the only one I trust.”

“Why did you come back?”

“Why is there no other man in my life? That’s easy: there was. And he’s dead.”

“I stick my neck out for nobody.”

“You’re a very cynical person, ____, if you’ll forgive me for saying so.”

“I don’t buy or sell human beings.”

“Perhaps you have already observed that in ____ human life is cheap.”

“Serves me right for asking a direct question. The subject is closed.”

“Is that a serious offer?”

“I love you so much. And I hate this war so much.”

“Since no one is to blame, I demand no explanation.”

“Apparently you think of me only as the leader of a cause. Well, I’m also a human being. Yes, I love her that much.”

“____, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but you are our last hope.”

“I’m sorry for asking, I forgot we said no questions.”

“I wish I didn’t love you so much.”

“I don’t mind a parasite, I object to a cut-rate one.”

“Isn’t it strange that you always happen to be fighting on the side of the underdog?”

“There’s something you should know before you leave.”

“With the whole world crumblings, we pick this time to fall in love.”

“____, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

“That was so long ago, I don’t remember.”

“I never make plans that far ahead.”

“Don’t you sometimes wonder if it’s worth all this? I mean what you’re fighting for.”

“I would advise you not to interfere.”

“You despite me, don’t you?”

“Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be a part of.”

“And remember, this gun is pointed right at your heart.”

“That’s my least vulnerable spot.”

“Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.”

“Who are you really, and what were you before? What did you do and what did you think, huh?”

“We read five times that you were killed, in five different places.”

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Cal wasn’t sure what led him there. A feeling, he supposed. The Force. His Master had told him to always trust in it so that was what he was doing. He allowed it to guide him under the knowledge that it was leading him to where he needed to be in that moment in time. He wasn’t expecting to find a child though – a girl only a few years older than he had been when Order 66 had been executed.

The Force. It was strong with her and there was no doubt in his mind that he had been led there to find her. 

It was a Jedi’s responsibility to pass on their knowledge and train the next generation. The Jedi Order might be gone but that much didn’t change.

She had been going about her day, as per usual, doing odds and ends work for some of the storeowners nearby. It’s brainless work, but, altogether, it’s enough to get by on her own. It pays for food, and one of the shopowners lets her sleep in a backroom. It could be a lot worse. 

Having taken a pause in sweeping to catch her breath, she young girl startles at the voice suddenly addressing her, and she spins around to the source, eyes wide. 

A man, pale and with reddish hair, much like her own.

“Me? Yes, I’m fine.”

A beat.

“… Who are you? And…”

Her brow furrows a bit, confusion and wariness quite evident as she so carefully watches the stranger.

“Yes, I suppose you may be right. I would so hate to see you on a planet with a colder climate,” she says, shaking her head at the very thought.

“Maybe it’s just me. I don’t know. Am I old enough to have hot flashes?”

Based on the chuckle and the way she shakes her head and returns to her work on the ship she’s sorting.

“You. Rest. Now.”

“You took five steps and need to sit down again?”

“I’m absolutely fine, I just need to sit down.”

“I just need to sit-what do you mean I’m already laying down?”

“Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.”

“Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”

“I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.”

“We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”

“When I said I needed five more minutes I meant it more like hours.”

“… no… I’m tired… let me sleep… I don’t want to get up.”

“We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.”

“You can’t hide those shaking hands from me. You need to stop.”

“I’m just a little cold, I’m okay, really. Let me sit with a blanket or something.”

“Moving…? No I’m good thanks.”

“Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.”

“Was… was that actually there? That wasn’t there was it?”

“I’ve had no energy for three days.”

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?”

“I have energy for exactly one more person of favourable standing, and going the hell to bed. With or without that person, bed is happening.”

“You’ve struggled to move anything for the last hour.”

“This is what happens when you over exert yourself.”

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!”