#uncle luke

But she must’ve always retained some attachment to him. When she registered her legal surname with the NR, she chose the name Skywalker. I asked her why. Said she looked off into the horizon, semi-hallucinated Luke’s face, and decided that was her legal last name.

She doesn’t ever go by it, though. It’s just her government name. So I call her Amalia No-Last-Name when I’m mad at her.

What was I saying? Why’d I start talking about this?

Oh—yeah. Right. Sorry. Ben moment.

Weddings have a tendency to get everyone in your life all in one place. It was weird to see Amalia in the same room as Fannie’s sisters, and weird to see her with Uncle Luke again. But…yeah. She seems totally fine with him. In fact, she was the one who approached him to say hi, and gave him a big hug—she’s a lot taller than him now. (She’s always been tall, but now that she’s grown, she’s, like, Wookiee tall. Maybe that’s why my Auntie Malla liked her so much. I think she still ships me and Amalia to this day. Well, we’ll find out, I guess; she’ll be at the wedding, too.)

Fannie’s the one who seems more unsure around Luke. She’s meeting with him for counseling now (I forgot…did I tell you that? I basically sat down with my uncle via holocall and blew up my own reputation before he and Fannie ever even had their first session, just so she wouldn’t be able to tell him anything he didn’t already know), but she doesn’t really seem willing to hug him. She used to be real huggy when she was a teenager…I haven’t really observed her around enough people to say whether she still is as an adult.

Me, I’m cool with my uncle, we’re chillin’. He’s gonna officiate the ceremony, actually. Luke and I have had our fair share of drama…you know…brandishing lightsabers that just so happened to conveniently lack kyber crystals, that sorta thing…it’s water under the bridge. I think Luke has figured I’m an adult now, and he treats me like one, and he doesn’t act like he has any assumption of authority over me. (Can’t say the same for his twinnie.)

Oh! Lightsaber! Fannie’s! Yeah—Dad and Luke got it back. They went on down to the RepCity police station, and I think they pulled a good-cop-bad-cop sort of thing. With…the…cops.

Yeah, I tried that, but…for some reason everyone acts like the Jedi are this super old ancient extinct people group, when literally two generations ago there were thousands of them. And they weren’t even in hiding or anything. In fact, they were so non-isolationist, they ended up getting all tied up in the Republic’s military affairs.

But, uh…not everyone believes that’s true, I guess. When the Empire took over, there were some creative government-backed reinterpretations of history that still persist to this day. You’d think it wouldn’t be that easy to rewrite history in a single generation. You’d think. But even people who hate the Empire still believe some of the things they said, because the Empire really just wiped a whole bunch of information off the HoloNet and destroyed all physical evidence of the Jedi and took control of interplanetary school curriculums and bribed all the mainstream news sources, and so the degree to which they tampered with the public knowledge is difficult to undo.

I only know about the Jedi’s history because my uncle’s a Jedi and he can talk to ghosts. So clearly, I’m the one with the more reliable information. I don’t know why people don’t trust me when I say that.

But back to Fannie’s saber—the New Republic is pretty anti-weaponry, due to the excessive militarism of the Empire. Primarily in regards to its own armed forces, but for civilians too. My dad complains about it aaaall the time because Hotshot Gunslinger Han Solo has to renew his blaster certificates every year and he has to do it for every weapon he owns. And he always has to retake the test, because he forgets that you’re not supposed to just point your blaster straight back and fire without turning around. No matter how badass it makes you look.

So…with Fannie’s lightsaber, which is not easily categorized as any known weapon…I think the good ol’ RepCity PD plans on keeping it in “we’ll look into this” hell for all eternity. Uncle Luke will be here a few days before the wedding, and I’m hoping he can give us a hand with that. In fact, I asked him if he could give us a hand with that. And he said, “Sure, do you want the organic one or the prosthetic one?” And I said, “WOW UNCLE LUKE, LIKE I HAVEN’T HEARD THAT ONE A HUNDRED MILLION TIMES.”

Luke’s not an NR citizen, actually, since he doesn’t live on a member world. He has a traveler’s visa like the one Fannie has. So, not being a citizen might work against him if he tries to negotiate with the police…but, being Luke Freaking Skywalker Who Blew Up The Death Star And Defeated Vader And The Emperor will more than make up for that, probably.

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Aw, bud, I’m sorry to hear that. You remind me a lot of myself when I was growing up. And…maybe we’re still a little similar.

Hey, don’t worry about being a burden to your friends. They’re your friends for a reason, ya know? They’re not your therapist, yeah—but, just like therapists serve a role that your friends can’t, your friends serve a role that a therapist can’t, too. Your friends can hang out with you, they can hug you, they can send you memes and lothcat holos.

I’m also working on being more open with my friends and family when things are rough. I get what you mean about not wanting to worry people—I really do. But I kept a lot of things to myself for a long time when I was growing up, and...it turned out really bad.

I try to spend time reflecting on what I think my nightmares are about. A lot of my dreams are about the people I love abandoning me. Giving up on me. Thinking I’m not worth trying to help anymore. Dreams aren't always visions from the Force or whatever, but more often than not they can be a glimpse into your mind, and the things that are bothering you deep down.

I used to get this recurring dream where my uncle was trying to kill me. (Kind of around the time he wanted me and my girlfriend to break up.) Obviously something like that would never happen in real life...but I think it was sort of a dramatic mental manifestation of how betrayed I felt by him.