Chapter 16 – WIP
Ahsoka couldn’t breathe.
Darth Vader.
Future Past
Anakin stopped cuddling and sleeping with Obi-Wan when he was thirteen years old.
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Future Past
Luke is eleven years old.
Luke went through a lot of firsts during his time with Ben. Often times, they could be some of his happiest memories, ones he would cherish and go back to when he was feeling sad or frustrated or generally negative.
The first time Luke saw him fight with a lightsaber put him in awe. It hadn’t been the first time Luke had seen the saber, but it had been the first time he had seen it – and Ben – in action. It was a bit inspiring. It only made Luke want to be a jedi more. It wasn’t all about the violence – although that may have played a part – but Ben was so smooth and calm, at one with the saber.
It sang.
“I’m not Vader, Ben!” Luke yelled, angrily, something rising in his chest. He didn’t understand. Luke barely wanted anything, this was it. Wasn’t this simple enough? It seemed so simple. “Just because he became a monster doesn’t mean I will!”
“That’s not-.”
“It’s all I want!” Luke shouted again, bear gritting his teeth, frustration leaking out everywhere. “I just want to be your padawan! Why is that so wrong?”
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Luke had screeched so loud; it nearly blew everyone’s eardrums. The entire ship had rattled.
They had been on their little ship, some months after Kix had been sent away when Luke had awoken in the middle of the night, something stirring him in a way that he couldn’t quite sleep through. Annoyed, he had gotten up and searched for Ben, a little stuffed toy wrapped in his arms. He would like cuddle with Ben under his cloak, he always knew it was safe and warm there.
Future Past
“Children are not taken from their families, Luke,” Ben explained patiently. Luke didn’t exactly remember how the conversation came up, really, but he didn’t mind where it was going. He loved hearing about the Jedi. It just made him more determined to become one himself, or, at least, as much as he could with the absence of the Order. They were on a planet side of fields of grass and an abundance of flowers and hadn’t been attacked in weeks. Using that calm time to visit a place, to relax on a planet they had settled down to pick flowers, meditate and talk. Luke loved it when they could just sit and meditate and talk. “They are adopted. If a Finder or Seeker does happen to find a child, they may ask for custody, explaining why and the like. More often than not, however, there were plenty of children given to the Jedi.”
“Why would parents give their kids away?” Luke asked, curiously, looking up at him with his head shifted to the side as he plucked a few blades of grass. Ben’s smile was so warm and nice, and he always had good feelings to send towards Luke and Luke always caught them whole-heartedly. “Don’t they love them?”
Ben stared at Cody, his face scrunched up in something of pain and the ever-aching sting of betrayal. This…was something he had never understood, why the clones had betrayed them, the jedi, him. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, he did understand something, to some extent. He had led those boys to war, to their deaths. It may have not been the Jedi way, but he knew others could want their pound of flesh. He just didn’t think the younglings and babies deserved that same fate. He shuddered just thinking about it.
“Cody…” he murmured, aggrieved.
Luke is fourteen when he really understands the meaning of suspicion and trust. They had been on a planet that wasn’t particularly densely populated, at least outside of the medium sized dome cities with bustling people and tall buildings. Luke got to follow Ben around and Ben told him not to trust anyone. Luke was much too excited to really comprehend and remember that.
He wished he had.
Luke didn’t remember a lot of specific events after his aunt and uncle were killed. Ben once told him that it had taken him near an entire week just for him to start speaking again. Anything he did recall, was mostly feelings.
Later, Luke would dream about it. Between the vague memories, the feelings and the dreams, he could piece together what had happened. It had made him rather depressed for quite some time, upon realizing and thinking about it, but Ben had made it into a lesson about the Force and how it makes up everything and they should celebrate the time that they did have, the bonds they shared. They were in everything now; all around them and in Luke’s memories. Luke had found comfort in that.
“Your father was my best friend.”
Hearing about his father was something Luke always wanted to know, no matter what it was or what time of day it occurred. Ben always had the best stories about the young Jedi knight; a phenomenal pilot who fought fiercely for those he loved. There was the longest time where all Luke wanted was the chance to meet him, to know him like Ben had.
Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru didn’t talk about Anakin Skywalker, aside from the brief he was a space freighter pilot, and he was dead. They were always so cautious when he asked about him and got even more worried when Luke showed signs of wanting to be a pilot. It had made the hand carved wooden gifts of ships that were left on his grandmother’s grave even more special. Like there was silent support from them but not wanting to make it clear because of their feelings when it came to his father. It had taken quite some time before Luke had realized that neither Uncle Owen or Aunt Beru were the ones making and giving them. It had taken even longer for him to realize it had been Ben.
