#sonofthesuns

𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒; her whole life could have been summarized that way. Her life had been dedicated to being a supporter of the Jedi and their teachings; a life well spend among those who carried the knowledge of the ancients. How many things had she encrypted, how many deciphered in her time since childhood? The numbers have become a thing she no longer dares to remember and her childhood is something she no longer sees as her own but something sacrificed for a whole other objective.

A day like any other and yet for once there is noise in the distance; noise so disturbing it unsettles her to her very core. Screams can be heard echoing in the distance and it causes her to move and face whatever terrors are being cause to those who walk the halls of the Jedi temple. What she sees her eyes cannot fathom; there is denial and refusal to understand the destruction outside the doors of the archive. Death flows along the ground, fills the air and yet she keeps going. Why, oh why would she? Suri’s feet have taken on a life of their own, to carry her around the corner and toward the source.

                      “   OF   COURSE   I   WANT   THE   TRUTH,           no matter how bleak or disturbing it is.   “          nervously she nod.          but did she want the truth   ???         could she truly handle it not matter how dire it could be   ???          could it be even worse than   SHE   THOUGHT   ??? 

                      as blue eyes changed   INTO   GOLD   she backed slightly   AUTOMATICALLY   ——   yet would still keep her head high,          would try to conceal fear   &&   worry.          "   pray tell,        anakin   ——   or is my emperor now   ???          what position may that be   ???   “        she asked with a hint of ANGER in her voice. 

“Can I help you with something Anakin or did you just need the room?”  Cinder had been using the training room to work with her sabers and just a little with her semblance.

You know what I rarely get? pre-Ep II stuff.  Like, I wrote an angsty drabble the other day that took place just after Qui-Gon died but beyond that I have almost nothing.  In fact, I think it’s flat out nothing.  I just really like the idea of exploring the goings on with Obi-Wan and how he bonds (or doesn’t) with Anakin and the whole recovery aspect of Qui-Gon’s death.  Or AUs where Qui-Gon doesn’t die but Obi-Wan is still Knighted and just him learning how to find peace (or not) with all of it, but we’re talking canon here so *shrugs*  My version of Obi-Wan wouldn’t let Anakin go off with Sheevy Jeebies without a fight, so how would THAT play out?  Or was it done while he was still grieving and unable to really put up much of a halfway-decent fight against the Council and the Chancellor anyway?  

@sonofthesuns

“Your Majesty, one of the rebels has surrendered to us” A storm trooper addressed Vader, respectfully bowing before the Emperor. “He came to us on Naboo..”

It had been five years to the day when the young man remembered escaping from Coruscant, fleeing from his training and grooming to be the next in line to rule the galaxy. Luke had long heard ‘of a Rebellion, people who fought against his father’s tyranny, even if they weren’t considered much of a threat then..He had felt a calling to the rebels and a need to leave his cushy life style/ It was true that his heart had never been fully on the dark side, but he did not feel like he had any power to go against his father. And of course, he loved his father dearly and had since his father had come to him on Tatooine when he was seven to bring him home.

Luke had changed during his time away from the Empire. He no longer felt helpless and had found his own strength. He had helped the rebels become a legitimate threat to his father’s Empire. They could have democracy again. Yet, Luke found that no matter how hard he tried, how much he helped, he could never truly be free of his father’s shadow. 

The boy swallowed and sat up in his cell that the troopers had locked him in. It seemed they were unsure exactly what to do with him when he had turned himself in. As far as Luke knew, there was no order to kill him, but he didn’t doubt the large bounty on his head.

But he had to admit that his plan hadn’t been exactly thought through. He had left his friends to travel to Naboo to visit his mother’s mausoleum. He had been there few times during his youth. Somehow he felt called to visit it again before he decided to do what he had to. He needed to speak to his father and if that meant returning to the Empire from which he had fled, then so be it.