Did you know I'm not the only artist who makes a fanfic comic about Luke and Leia as kids? I'd recommend checking out @silvereddaye's comic, The Tinies.
I tried my best to emulate the Tinies' style. It was an interesting challenge! The ultimate result feels like a strange mixture of my style and Silver's, but i tried my best!
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Aghhhh this is hard. Hmmm.
@25centsoda of course, and Iâm currently obsessed with your Invitation AU youâre working on with KingBeer, whose tumblr i unfortunately do not know.
@silvereddaye you come up with so many interesting AUs and I love them, but my fave has to be Runaway.
@starr234 your fics are always so satisfying and I love them so much, but Lines of Communication always struck me as especially skilful.
I couldnât possibly pick my three favourite but hereâs definitely three of my favourites!!!
Luke's com crackled. "Luke, we've got two options. both of which you're not going to like."
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Luke's com crackled. "Luke, we've got two options. both of which you're not going to like."
Over the com, Hanâs voice remained steady, but Luke had been on enough missions with him to recognize when there was an edge of panic to it. Chewieâs reaction was enough to confirm as much.Â
Great. Â
âLet me hear âem,â he replied, stifling a groan. No sense in delaying the inevitable.
The mission had already gone belly-up when their contact had found a buyer that would net them a bigger profit than the Alliance could offer. They would have been forced to walk out of there empty-handed if not for some quick thinking from Han, whoâd created a distraction so Luke and Chewie could swipe the supplies and they could get out of there. Doing things the honest way hadnât worked out, so they would have to settle for doing things the smugglerâs way.
Unfortunately, it seemed, that wasnât going to work, either. âWell, âm not sure if you and Chewie have made it to the warehouse yet, but you might wanna head back to The Falcon. Turns out these sleemo have some, uhh⌠indentured workers,â Han paused, not wanting to say slaves, âthat theyâre willing to sacrifice if we take any of their goods. So we either take the meds and let these people die, or we leave, andâŚâ
Let their own people die. Blast.
âNo, youâre right,â Luke said, grimacing, âI donât like either of those options.â Their people needed that medicine, quite badly in fact, but could he really accept it at the expense of so many innocents? âWhat are our chances of getting those people out of here?â
The com was silent, for a moment, and Luke could almost feel Hanâs disbelief. âLook, kid, I know youâve got some kinda hero complex and all, but ââ
âPlease!,â he shouted, desperation finding its way into his voice. âHan, please, just â just humour me, here. These are ââ his voice stuck in his throat, for a moment, before he pressed on, âthese are slaves weâre talking about, here. If we canât help them then⌠I get it. But⌠if weâve got any chance to helpâŚâ
More silence. This time, it felt decidedly⌠reluctant. Chewie let out a soft, sympathetic growl. âAlright, kid, fine.â Hanâs grumble through the com was grudging, but it was clear he wouldnât have said no â didnât want to protest in the first place. If there was one criminal activity Han refused to engage in, it was slavery. âWe got ten minutes, max. Iâll keep distracting these goons as best as I can. Chewie can load up the supplies while you handle the people. But we run outta time⌠we gotta get the hell outta here, got it?â
âYeah. Yeah, of course I do, yeah.â
Luke hated it. What was meant to be a simple supply run had turned into a desperate game of life and death, where he had to gamble with the lives of people heâd sworn to protect. He would do all he could, though.
He would see this through.
***
What their contact had neglected to mention was that the higher bidder was The Empire.Â
It was a scam theyâd been running for some months now, drawing in some folks who were wanted by the Imps or some other crime lords, offering them these medical supplies at a price they could not refuse, then selling them out to the highest bidder. It had worked countless times before, and theyâd managed to make it this far without being caught, so when theyâd been contacted by Rebels â one, in particular, matching an especially high bounty â theyâd taken advantage of that fact and contacted Darth Vader himself, the Imperial Enforcer.
Vader was making his way to collect these alleged rebels, and these criminals would walk away richer than ever. Little did any of them know what was to come next.
***
Darth Vaderâs approach to the planet was unimpeded by any foolish Rebel counter strikes and unhindered by any awareness of his arrival. Good. Based on what little information he had on his son, the boy would make things difficult, so having the element of surprise would certainly work to his advantage.
Dealing with petty criminals was not a task he enjoyed making a habit of, but if it led to him securing his son, he would forgive it this once.
Upon entering the complex, he could sense something was amiss. Chaos was raging within, and frantic desperation seemed to be gripping all sentients inside. Beneath his mask, Vader scowled, scarred skin stretching painfully across his features.
âLord Vader!â The criminal who greeted him appeared nonchalant and under control, but he could sense the distress roiling within him. âWeâve, er, hit a bit of a snag containing the Rebels youâve come for, but rest assured, theyâre still inside. Now that youâre here, though, should be no problem rounding them up, eh?â
For several long seconds, Vader allowed himself to loom, standing tall and silent as the wretched being before him squirmed in discomfort. âFor your sake,â he rumbled, âyou had better hope so.âÂ
Without another word, Vader stalked off, ignoring the stuttered assurances of the criminal behind him as he followed the beacon his son radiated in the Force. The boyâs presence was intoxicating, tinged as it was with triumph and urgency. No one else mattered, not the pirates, not the Wookiee, not the smuggler -- only his son.
His son, who was frantically ushering a group of haggard looking beings towards a hangar bay.
The moment he sensed Vaderâs arrival, Luke froze, panic taking the place of triumph in his signature, and he turned, slowly, to fix Vader with a wide-eyed gaze. He looked even younger in person, those pale eyes even larger, and for a moment, Vader nearly forgot himself as he drank in the appearance of this boy -- of his son.
That moment was quickly interrupted by a juvenile shout followed by blaster fire, quickly drawing Vader back into the present. The boy was shouting, firing, running towards the ship on the other side of the hangar, and Vader cursed himself for allowing his victory to be put at risk. There would be plenty of time to examine the child once he was securely in his grasp.
Another shout was torn from the boy as his blaster flew from his hand and into Vaderâs, but Luke wasted no time in reaching for the lightsaber hanging from his hip. âStop! Stay back, I havenât freed them all yet, theyâre still in danger!â Reckless naivete radiated from him now, something righteous and indignant that dredged up unwanted memories in Vader.
âWho is still in danger?â Vader did not truly care, his ultimate target within reach in front of him, but he chose to humour the boy if only to help ensure his capture. âIf you were wise, you would show more concern for your own wellbeing, Skywalker.â
Luke flinched slightly at the address but held himself firm. âThe slaves those pirates threatened to try and get us to cooperate.â The anger that flared within him burned hot and bright, and though it was not quite dark yet, it did mirror the rage that welled in Vader as well.
âSlaves?" he hissed, not missing the shudder that wracked Lukeâs form at the swell of darkness around them
âPlease,â Luke said, anger giving way to desperation. âPlease, you can arrest me, Iâll come quietly, just please let me finish rounding them up and let my friends take them off-world.â
This boy believed he could reason with Vader. Or, perhaps he realized how absurd his request really was, but chose to make it regardless, possibly as a way to stall. Luke was, truly, his son, since no other being in the galaxy would even think to be so bold or reckless to attempt such a thing. Which, really, was fortunate, since no other being in the galaxy could even get Vader to consider such a request.
After a moment of contemplation, Vader finally inclined his helmet, slightly, and regarded the boy. âVery well.â Shock coloured Lukeâs features. âI will give you my word that the smuggler and his... passengers will be granted leave from this planet if you give me your word that you will return willingly with me to my ship.â
âI -- â Luke visibly swallowed as the implications of his reckless offer dawned on him, but after a brief pause, he nodded grimly and sighed. âOkay. Yeah, alright. Deal.â
The boy was foolish for being so self-sacrificing, a trait that would have to be eliminated in due course, but Vader was, for the moment, grateful for it. He would work to punish the pirates accordingly for their use of slavery while Luke rounded up the rest of the unwilling workers and then, at last, he would have his son at his side.
Once he revealed the truth, they would be triumphant and face the galaxy as they were meant to -- as father and son.
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The inquisitor grabbed Luke's chin and forced him to look at her and said to him, "If you wonât obey me, I am sure Lord Vader will teach you obedience."Â
Heâd been glaring up at her, in spite of the stun cuffs encircling his wrists and the broken leg that was complicating his possibility of escape, but try as he might to maintain that reistance, it faltered at the mention of Vader. Ice ran through his veins and anger flashed hot in his chest. Facing his fatherâs murderer had always been an inevitability, but he was nowhere near ready for that yet -- hell, he wasnât even ready to face this inquisitor.
There was no way he was going down without a fight, though. Mustering up his resolve once more, he set his expression into another truculent glare. Sharp nails bit into his skin as the inquisitor tightened her grip and brought her face right up to his. âDo not think you can fool me with this defiant act. I can taste your fear.â
âGo to hell.â
Pain blossomed across his cheek as she retaliated with a backhand, and Luke cried out as he stumbled onto his bad leg. Grabbing his hair, the woman dragged him back into an upright kneeling position and shot a venomous glare at him. âHeâll have to teach you some manners, as well.â
âHe wonât be teaching me anything,â Luke ground out, gritting his teeth against the throbbing ache in his leg.
âYou speak as though you have a choice in the matter, boy.â
The inquisitorâs expression morphed into a sharp-toothed grin, and she released her grip on his hair, stepping asid. Luke slumped down, barely registering the weight he was putting on his fractured leg again and doing all he could to keep the fear out of his eyes.
âHis lightsaber, My Lord.â Luke let out a choked noise of protest as the inquisitor placed his fatherâs lightsaber into the hands of his fatherâs killer, but neither of his captors noticed. âIâm sure youâll have fun breaking this one. Heâs willful and stubborn, but they all break in the end.â She paused. Her grin widened. âOr they die.â
Vader wasnât paying attention, though; he was too busy examining the hilt heâd been handed. âWhere did you get this lightsaber?â
Faltering slightly at the dissonance between the heat in those words and the chill that permeated the air, Luke found his voice caught in his throat. A voice in the back of his mind -- distant yet insistent -- urged him not to answer. Unfortunately, it was drowned out by the very real boom of Vaderâs vocoder. âAnswer me!â
âIt was my fatherâs!â The words tumbled out of his mouth unbidden, and his eyes blew wide at the pressure that descended upon him at the revelation.Â
In an instant, Vader was in front of him, closing an iron grip over his chin. Luke would grumble at having his face grasped again if he wasnât so focused on biting back the gasp at just how suffocating the Dark Lordâs presence was.
âWhat is your name?â The words rumbled through the air, vibrating through his very soul.
Once again, that same voice from before urged Luke not to answer, all but begging him to remain silent, insisting that revealing the truth would only put him in danger. Once again, he could not stop the words from spilling forth. âMy name is Luke Skywalker.â
Vader froze, tightening his grip on Lukeâs chin so much that he was sure it would leave bruises. From a few feet to his right, the inquisitor made a noise almost like a scoff, but any disparaging comment that may have followed it was cut short by a brief gagging sound and the thump of her body falling to the ground. Vaderâs grip shifted to rest below his chin, tilting Lukeâs head up and fixing his masked gaze on him as though he were searching for something in his features. Though the hold on him had relaxed, Luke was far too stunned -- both from the inquisitorâs sudden death and Vaderâs abrupt shift in attitude -- to pull away.
âYou and I,â Vader said, tone softer, more careful, âhave much to discuss, young one.â
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The ground vibrated beneath him as he landed with a thud, and he scrambled backwards as the lightsaber hovered before his face. His cheeks grew hot as the flickering saber bathed his face and the floor room around him in a bright violet glow. Sucking in a breath, he flicked his blue eyes to meet the triumphant brown gazing down on him, and he scowled as he met the victorious glint behind them. âI let you win.â
His indignation was really only half-hearted, though, and the grin that broke out over his sisterâs features was entirely worth the defeat. Disengaging the lightsaber, Leia snorted and rolled her eyes while offering her hand to Luke. âOh come on, farmboy,â she teased as he took the offered hand and she hauled him to his feet. âIâm pretty sure not even you believe that.â
The scowl on his face shifted to an expression akin to a pout -- not that he would ever admit as much -- and his nostrils flared as his breath blew out in a sharp exhale. âIâve been off the farm for almost seven years, now. Is that really the best you can come up with?â
She raised a brow at him, he grin shifting instead to a smirk, and her eyes took on a mischievous gleam. âWell, I say itâs still fitting. I mean, you sure fight like a farmboy.â
âHey, between fending off the sand people and Jabbaâs thugs, the farmers were some of the best fighters on Tatooine,â Luke protested, planting his hands on his hips.
âOh?â Leiaâs tone had grown overly dulcet, an exaggerated curiosity echoing in it. âIs that so? Pity they couldnât teach you anything while they had the chance.â
âHey! Iâm a crack shot with a blaster, you know,â he retorted, the barest hint of a juvenile whine seeping into his voice.
âYes, we all know about the womp rats already. Very impressive,â she said, rolling her eyes. âToo bad that doesnât translate very well into a lightsaber duel.â Her smirk softened into a more genuine smile, a gentle, radiant expression that rarely crossed her features. It was a look reserved for a privileged few in the most privileged of moments, and Luke cherished it every time he saw it. Leia walked over to him and draped an arm around his shoulders. âReally, though, itâs because I have a good teacher.â
Snaking his arm across her back and resting his hand on her shoulder, Luke returned Leiaâs smile with one of his own. While smiles came easier to him than to his sister, this one in particular had its own brand of rarity. This smile contained fondness, it radiated love and burned with affection, and it was reserved exclusively for his family -- for his sister, for Han, for Chewie, for Lando... and for his father, on the rare occasion he appeared from the Beyond through the Force .Â
There was something else in this smile, though, something unique and exclusive to this moment. Pride. âYouâve come so far, Leia. I really am proud of how strong youâve become. Youâre going to be -- you are -- a great Jedi. I mean it.â
Her hand slid off his shoulders and began to rub idly at his back, tracing abstract patterns and indistinct shapes. The warmth of her skin was soothing and gentle, and Luke returned the gesture with a gentle squeeze of her shoulder. âThank you, Luke. I really... Iâm glad you agreed to train me. I have this power, and I want to use it to benefit the galaxy. So thank you, for helping me do that.â
âYou know Iâm happy to, Leia,â Luke said, his voice lowering just a touch. There was more he wanted to say, but words escaped him all of a sudden. Heâd never been particularly good with them anyways, his lack of eloquence failing him on more than one occasion. But he knew, in that moment -- in every moment -- Leia knew precisely what he wanted to express, and she expressed it back in the same way.
Through their bond echoed a deep, pure, unconditional love.