Luke had a terrible headache.
This was the first thing that crossed his mind.
The second thing was that he couldn’t feel the Force.
He couldn’t feel the Force.
His eyes snapped open.
An ornate ceiling, gleaming with silver and blood red anusphate was above him. He turned his head to see windows three stories tall, draped in a matching red velvet fabric. He was lying on a comfortable bed, but his hands were trapped in heavy binders behind his back and his shoulders hurt.
Where was Leia?
Mom and Dad?
His breathing increased as his brain caught up to the fact that he was feeling real gravity—not a ship. But he’d been on Yavin—-
And knowledge swept him so powerfully he thought he might throw up.
They were on Coruscant. This style and ornate decor—-this was indicative of the Capitol planet.
And these were Force suppressing binders on his wrists.
Oh kark .
