“Well, I suppose now’s as good a time as any to tell you-- or I guess maybe you already know.”  Was that how Force Ghosts worked?  Were they omnipotent?  It had always seemed that way, but then again, Ben and Yoda had seemed omnipotent in life too. 

“My wife-- Mara--- She’s... well... I’m going to be a father.” He said finally, though there was no hiding the nervousness, the anxiety in his face.  He was more than a little scared.  Happy-- but scared.

The padawan swallowed and he remained in his seated position. “I did what I had to do. I made the right choice.” He replied, his voice soft. The Jedi padawan knew he had made the right choice. His father had told him so and his father, even as his master, never lied to him.

“No.” He could see the cold eyes of his former best friend glowing at him in the darkness. “You were selfish. You did it for your pride as a Skywalker and to earn favor with the Council, to make your father proud. Not for the good of the galaxy or yourself. You don’t know what your precious Order has become, how they are the villains to the Republic.”

“You’re wrong!” Luke shouted, standing up now. He held his hand out to summon his lightsaber, but his hand was gone, leaving only the stump of where it used to be.

“Am I?” The phantom asked.

Before Luke could reply, everything fell away to darkness.

He woke up to the sound of something crashing in his room. He jolted up in his bed, heart pounding and sweating. He took in several quick breaths as his eyes darted around to get his bearings. Luke was in his room of his family’s apartment on Coruscant. Of course, he was. The conversation had just been a dream.

Managing to calm himself, he looked over to see that in his sleep he had knocked over a few items, including a stray glass that he had drank milk from the night before that had now fallen to the floor and shattered. Judging from how the objects were arranged, he had somehow used the Force in his sleep, something he had not done since he was younger and his Force sensitivity became known. 

Luke lay back in his bed. His mother would probably be angry that he had broken a glass, but that didn’t matter right now. It was obvious to him that he needed to talk to someone to deal with his grief. It had been over a week since he had executed his former best friend, but the scar from the task remained.

Right now, he lay in his bed, not wanting to move. But his peace was interrupted by a droid rolling into his room. Luke looked to R2-D2, his father’s astromech, who had been faithful, true, and had probably saved Luke and Leia’s lives more times than the boy could count. He heard R2 beep, a curious question before it quickly turned into some cursing, the droid not liking that objects that Luke had thrown on the ground of his room made it a bit of an obstacle course for him.

“Not now, R2.” Luke said softly, turning his gaze from the droid to the ceiling of his room. “Just go away.”

His request inevitably lead to more cursing from the droid, which lead the boy, despite his grieving state to hiss out: “Keep it up and I’ll put a filter in your programming to stop your cursing! Go bother Leia or 3PO.” But the droid remained, just silencing his beeping for now.

                      "   IN   MY   DEFENCE   HE   DESERVED   TO   HAVE   HIS   FACE   PUNCHED,           IT   WAS   HIS   OWN   FAULT   FOR   ANTAGONISING   ME.   “           arms cross over her chest as she huffs at her father,           there wasn’t a trace of shame on her angered   &&   irritated expression as   HER   ANGER   RISES   from the mere memory of the earlier events that had gotten her into trouble.           IT   WAS   SO   UNFAIR   !!!           the school hadn’t even called his parents.          

“My father - my adopted father - used to tell me stories of you,” she said, her voice soft. “Of Anakin Skywalker. He said you were one of the greatest heroes in the galaxy,” she said, her voice soft. “He told me who my mother was, he never told me who my father was, though, I don’t think I ever could have imagined ...” 

          BLOOD ON PALE HANDS, SENSES SHARPENED. danger was a part of their lives, what they agreed in from the very beginning. amelia knew that things like these could happen easily, that the chances of getting seriously injured were quite high. and yet. HAD HE TO ACT THAT RISKY ? HAD HE TO GO THERE ALONE ? amelia was as trained as the skywalker, as ready to fight as him and yet he was excluding her !   ❛   —— you stupid bullock !  ❜ , she screamed while trying to keep a cool mind. BLOOD, BLOOD EVERYWHERE. smeared on his robe, smeared on the floor, smeared on her. won, won but for what kind of a price ?!  ❛  don’t move ! i have to stop the bleeding, or you will become absolutely useless.  ❜  and die. eyes reddened  —  emotions held back with all the strength the jedi could bring up. couldn’t he wait ? couldn’t he be a little bit more patient ? this was not necessary, this didn’t have to happen. oh, what if amelia would fail ? a part of her own clothes teared off to bind open wounds, breath going fast. SHE WOULD NOT. she would not leave anakin behind, to forget themselves.   ❛  just stay with me. please. stay with me . .  ❜

meme i lost cause i’m the absolute worst

                      “   I   KNOW   YOU   DID,       I   KNOW   YOU   HAVE   ALWAYS   BEEN   A   MAN   OF   YOUR   WORD.   “       her husband.       the only man of the empire who wasn’t a deceitful two-faced monster,       who was always honest to her,       always spoke the truth.       the princess walks over to where he’s seated,       cupping   HIS   HANDSOME   FACE   in her soft hands,       gazing down at him with naught but love   &&   adoration shining in her dark eyes.       she slides her palm down to his shoulders,       now moving to sit on his lap   &&   wraps arms around his strong frame,        HUGGING   HIM   against her.

                      they hadn’t been wed for long,       only for a few   SHORT   MONTHS   &&   during that time vader had still been away from her most of the part on various missions   &&   battles on the request of the emperor   ;;   &&   what sheev wanted,       SHEEV   ALWAYS   GOT.       still,       despite the little time they had know one another   &&   BEEN   TOGETHER   padmé had found herself falling for him,       hard   &&   fast,       that she   MISSED   HIM   as soon as he departed from naboo.       their marriage wasn’t one of love,       yet padmé loved him more than her own life,       KNEW   ALREADY   that she didn’t want   TO   LIVE   without him. 

                      ”   i never   DOUBTED   THAT   for a second,       you have always been up front with me since the moment we met,       despite the fact that our marriage was built on lies   &&   the emperor’s   GREED   for power   &&   control.   “       yet funnily enough   THE   YOUNG   PRINCESS   found that   THE   INFAMOUS   &&   DANGEROUS   lord vader,       send most powerful man of the galaxy,       was the right match for her   ——   was the man who she wanted to spend   THE   REST   of her days with. 

                      ”   it’s why   I   ADORE   &&   CARE   FOR   YOU   so much,       after all.   “       she murmurs,       leaning forward too nuzzles her nose up his temple,       inhaling his musky,       familiar,       warm scent.       her arms that embrace her husband   SQUEEZE   HIM   GENTLY   as she hugs him flush against her,       almost as if the princess wanted them to become one flesh together.       despite their size difference,       padmé felt as if her husband   FIT   SO   PERFECTLY in her arms.

Luke wasn’t sure he believed his father. He said he saw the way Mara looked at him and for a moment Luke had believed it too -- but now... 

He frowned, picking at a hangnail on his thumb, eyes downcast.  There was something his father was certainly right about though-- being nervous wasn’t going to be attractive to her at all.