Star Wars drabbles
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domarzioneActual drabbles, not my value of drabbles.
When it happens, Leia knows. It’s a pain like she’s dying because she is dying. Her son, flesh of her flesh and blood of her blood, the whole of her heart, has embraced the Dark.
Han has no Force sense, but he has eyes and those eyes meet hers. And so while she cannot speak the words, he still understands. In the creche she finds her niece, who’s weeping uncontrollably. Leia scoops her up and goes to the hangar. The orders to the pilot are simple: “Take her somewhere nobody will find her. Don’t tell me where. Don’t tell anyone.”
*
She finds out soon enough that her name is not Rey. Or, rather, Rey is what she calls herself the way Finn has chosen his name. It’s the name Jakku gave her, its only gift besides survival. Her parents named her after her grandmother and her aunt, the woman who birthed her father and the woman who raised him. She doesn’t use those names for the same reason she doesn’t use the names she has for General Organa or Han Solo or Luke Skywalker or Kylo Ren; they belong to another girl and would fit her like a stranger’s clothes.
*
She doesn’t ask about her mother because the only people who could best answer are those who feel responsible for her death. The one who actually is responsible for her death, he has no answers worth hearing. But when they meet again, and they will meet again, she will have new questions. Luke won’t let her seek him out until “Are you ready to follow our grandfather’s path?” means “back into the Light” and not “I will kill you now.” Luke is unfazed by her anger, preferring to teach her to channel it wisely instead of pretending it doesn’t exist.
*
“I am a Jedi, as my father was before me.”
When she was a child on Jakku, she dreamed of her family and it always included a boy with black tousled hair. That boy existed, however briefly, but by the time they meet again, the grandchild of Anakin Skywalker and the grandchild of Darth Vader, he has been a long time gone. Or perhaps not; there will always be hope wherever there is the Light and she believes, she must believe, that Ben is still there somewhere. She has chosen to stake her life – and his – on it.
(originally posted here and here)
When it happens, Leia knows. It’s a pain like she’s dying because she is dying. Her son, flesh of her flesh and blood of her blood, the whole of her heart, has embraced the Dark.
Han has no Force sense, but he has eyes and those eyes meet hers. And so while she cannot speak the words, he still understands. In the creche she finds her niece, who’s weeping uncontrollably. Leia scoops her up and goes to the hangar. The orders to the pilot are simple: “Take her somewhere nobody will find her. Don’t tell me where. Don’t tell anyone.”
*
She finds out soon enough that her name is not Rey. Or, rather, Rey is what she calls herself the way Finn has chosen his name. It’s the name Jakku gave her, its only gift besides survival. Her parents named her after her grandmother and her aunt, the woman who birthed her father and the woman who raised him. She doesn’t use those names for the same reason she doesn’t use the names she has for General Organa or Han Solo or Luke Skywalker or Kylo Ren; they belong to another girl and would fit her like a stranger’s clothes.
*
She doesn’t ask about her mother because the only people who could best answer are those who feel responsible for her death. The one who actually is responsible for her death, he has no answers worth hearing. But when they meet again, and they will meet again, she will have new questions. Luke won’t let her seek him out until “Are you ready to follow our grandfather’s path?” means “back into the Light” and not “I will kill you now.” Luke is unfazed by her anger, preferring to teach her to channel it wisely instead of pretending it doesn’t exist.
*
“I am a Jedi, as my father was before me.”
When she was a child on Jakku, she dreamed of her family and it always included a boy with black tousled hair. That boy existed, however briefly, but by the time they meet again, the grandchild of Anakin Skywalker and the grandchild of Darth Vader, he has been a long time gone. Or perhaps not; there will always be hope wherever there is the Light and she believes, she must believe, that Ben is still there somewhere. She has chosen to stake her life – and his – on it.
(originally posted here and here)
