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luke skywalker @imperialshq written by mona listen: i don't want a world without pain or loss. i just want them to mean something.

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Her lightsabers lie on the table in front of her, crossed in an X. Ahsoka regards them somewhat distractedly, lost in thought. Her latest operation had been a close call. Not the wrong intel but the wrong time and the wrong place. …Okay– so she supposes it was the wrong intel. Too late, echoes in her mind like a mantra, cruel and unyielding.

She’d learned years ago that she could survive without drawing her lightsabers– without the Force, if need be. Much of her work for the Rebellion and now for the Resistance required a more covert touch, her days of igniting her sabers and charging in headfirst left behind in the ashes of the Clone Wars and replaced with subtlety and patience. But it’s times like this she has to remind herself that while those days had been rife with reckless strategies, ‘impossible’ had often become success. This time around, erring on the side of caution had led Ahsoka to finding her contact with a blaster hole through his heart.

It led her here, to the Resistance’s base, trying to figure out where to go from here amidst a wash of buried frustrations.

But she wasn’t alone.

There were perhaps few other beings in the galaxy who understood the chest-cracking defeat of fighting an enemy all-too familiar to what they’d thought they’d subdued than Luke Skywalker. 

She’d heard of Luke in passing but never by name (star pilot, a Rebel fighter wielding a lightsaber), but had only met him shortly before the Battle of Endor. Luke, who had defeated the Emperor and Vader and ushered in the collapse of the Empire. Luke Skywalker, Anakin’s son, who had saved his father along with the galaxy. 

Ahsoka had watched as Luke rebuilt the Jedi Order anew, a beacon of hope. She had watched as it fell, a shadow of history repeated.

          ( how strange, she thinks, that she’s known luke longer than anakin )

But Luke doesn’t remember that, and she’d be better off keeping that in mind.

     “You’d think this would get easier with age,” she ventures, a half-smile at her lips as she looks to Luke. 

There are certain questions Luke is beginning to loathe. Chief among them are well-meaning Resistance fighters asking how he is or if he's okay, and in the running right behind that is people assuming that he knows a magic method to fix this whole war because he helped win the last one. The answer to both of those is _no_, of course - no, he's not okay with this, and no, he has no idea what the solution to all this is.

He just does his part. Sometimes it's small, and sometimes it's helping to topple the Empire's leadership in one chaotic day.

And now he's just tired. He isn't okay. He is skilled at pretending to be. because that's part of his job too. Or it was, before he wasn't the only Jedi running around trying to hold things together as best he could. Now it's just force of habit. Luke only breaks rarely and in private - for a moment, watching Vader's body burn on that pyre, and in mere moments in the years afterwards. Then the galaxy continues, and so does he.

There are rare moments of refuge, such as spotting a familiar face that might understand more than most people think. He and Ahsoka met just before the Battle of Endor, Luke paralyzingly aware of who he was and what he was going to have to do. It must have been a strange time to meet him, but Ahsoka ended up being someone he turned to every so often when she was around post-war.

And now here they both are. Same war, different players.

❛❛ Ahsoka, ❞ he says with a smile, taking the empty seat across from her. Her lightsabers - still the same, even now - sit between them, neatly crossed. ❛❛ You'd think so, but it seems it... doesn't. Not that age is even a good metric right now, either. ❞

Of course not. He isn't dead, and he was, and now he's back thirty years younger than he should be. ❛❛ I'm glad you're - well, I don't want to assume things are alright. But you're here and not hurt, which shows how low my standards are right now. ❞

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alderaanslegacy‌:

                       "Can’t catch a break.“ Unfortunately, she was sure by now that how tired either of them was was never really taken into consideration. They had become the faces of a rebellion once before, what was another walkabout in those shoes?

She scowls slightly when he mentions expecting to see her there instead of here. "I spent the first half of the day over there, I must have just missed you.” Meaning they’d kicked her out again. Despite the assurances of Han getting the - best - of - care, the simple fact remained that no matter how good the bots, or how good the doctors she was still going to worry. She’d lost him once before ( twice if she was open to that fact; how else would they have been reunited now without having to acknowledge that something separates them again ), and ever since then, it had been more and more difficult to leave him be.

But at least he was looking a little bit better. “He is. Even if it’s not as quickly as I would like.” She gives it a sigh as she re - emerges from Luke’s shoulder. “I just want him home.”

Setting herself back onto her heels, she tugs at his arm for him to come inside out of the corridor. “I don’t think they’re ever completely happy.” She’s gotten the same impression at times since coming back — this keep them away until it was necessary strategy. “Look how well that worked out for them. Han and I run off first chance we get, and you aren’t far behind.” Apparently, that part of their files must have gotten omitted in the transfer. “I’m surprised the three of us really aren’t on lockdown.”

Not that she wanted to give them any ideas, either.

    “What do they have you doing now? Anything?”

He can only imagine the unholy fight the doctors must've had to remove Leia from Han's room. It's not a fight Luke himself would pick, certainly, and a part of him is a little glad some doctor didn't try to accost him to help convince his sister. ❛❛ You know, ❞ he says idly, a twist of a smile in his expression, ❛❛ you can always tell me if they won't let you stay with him. I'm pretty convincing when I want to be. ❞ Luke doesn't often use the Force for things like this. He prefers a kind of detachment. Manipulate too much and you might be seen as a threat rather than an ally.

But this is for his sister. He is well-known to bend the rules for her, just a little.

❛❛ I'm sure he'll be out of there soon, ❞ he says easily, and from anyone else it would sound token and false. Luke intones it with such absolute certainty and conviction, though, that the sentence denies its own nature.

He lets Leia tug him inside. His own apartment is still relatively sparse. Luke has never been good at moving past that odd mix of Tatooine and military sensibilities. What are necessities, and what's the fastest way to make them accessible? He has been trying to remember something unknowable to him, to imagine a self with several decades of experience without war. He can't really imagine what he would like. Who that person was.

Maybe he'll have the opportunity to find out.

A tug at his arm is all it takes to get him inside. ❛❛ Can you imagine how that would look to everyone below Resistance leadership? ❞ he points out idly, wandering around to take a look at how she's set up the apartment. For two, definitely. Expectations for when Han's out of medical care. ❛❛ They're making do with bureaucratic lockdown. I keep disappearing to wander around Coruscant and I'm pretty sure it infuriates them that they can't figure out how. ❞ He looks far less severe when he smiles about causing trouble for Resistance leadership, a wryness and humor that doesn't come up as often as it used to when he was younger.

❛❛ Not much at the moment. I've been helping organize things a little. Running into a lot of other Jedi, which is... odd. I'm not used to it. ❞  

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Mara had just begun to accept her fate when…….she wasn’t alone in her mind anymore. She’d know his force presence anywhere, he didn’t even need to say anything. Liquid sunshine. 

Mara sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back against the wall she was next to. Why did he have to breach their unspoken contract today? She’d gotten what she’d wanted. Her prayer for sweet, elusive rest had been answered. Deep down, she wanted it all to be over. At the top layer, she at least didn’t want the humiliation of Skywalker seeing her like this. She being seemingly overpowered by agents far less capable than she- defeated, broken, powerless. It was a living nightmare. 

“Do what you must.” Mara had no strength to argue with him, knowing exactly how he would ‘handle that’ as he’d warned. It was futile. He could be just as stubborn as…..well…..herself. How irritating to have it reciprocated. 

“Hey, Fallah.” Mara snapped her fingers  to get the woman’s attention.  Agent Fallah was slow to turn and face Mara,  her expression never changing- but contempt practically radiating from her. “Did Sprax ever tell you about the night we spent together?” Fallah still made no change to her facial features but a pink tone began to flood her cheeks. 

Sprax chimed in, but did not look in Mara’s direction. “Quiet, traitor.”

Mara didn’t follow his orders, keeping Fallah’s gaze fixed on herself as she continued. “He was so drunk, maybe he assumed I was you?” Mara corrected herself. “Oh, no. Sorry.” She laughed. “He said he was glad I WASN’T you.” Fallah glanced towards Sprax who still refused to comment.

This isn't something that he wants to do. Or - well, it is. He wants to help Mara. Of course he does. But he is also fully aware that most of the time, Mara doesn't need or want his help. Luke just can't bring himself to turn away. He knows a bad situation when he sees one, and he can't just turn away. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself, and if Mara can't forgive him for intervening, then that's fine.

It's something he can handle.

Thank you for agreeing, he offers.

They pause. One of the guards, the woman, turns to look at Mara, and even from here, Luke winces slightly at that diffusion of feeling in the force. Ah. The term distraction seems to have been interpreted as upsetting her guards. Not optimal, but something he can work with. The woman turns towards Mara and then to her fellow guard. Well. This isn't going as well as he'd like. Mind tricking two guards at once, especially one focused on a vendetta, isn't exactly easy.

So: fine. Less than optimal solutions.

He reacts. Yanks a piece of loose piping down with the Force, slams it down hard into the back of the woman's skull while the man is looking the other way, refusing to make eye contact with her. Not hard enough to kill her, certainly, but hard enough to stun her or - if he's lucky - knock her out for a little while. Luke turns the corner in the same moment, lightsaber in his hand, to face down the other guard.

❛❛ You don't want to do this, ❞  he offers, ❛❛ and neither do I. So walk away and make this easy on us both. ❞

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alderaanslegacy‌:

                      “Something else you mean,” she corrects his theory with a raised brow and a click of her tongue as the door slides to reveal him waiting for her there on the other side. But then again, how often had anything about their shared past been utterly easy? Their first introduction had been at her absolute lowest point in life, the subsequent rescue mission something akin to getting out safely by a Wookiee’s whisker. From then on it had been more trials than anything, triumphs only saved for when they needed them most. 

        “We don’t exactly have the best performance record when it comes to steering clear of conspiracies, Luke."  The time she was in now —— the part she could still remember —— after the war, after Endor, this was supposed to be their opportunity to bask in a well - earned triumph.

And yet here they were again, her brother six years her senior now, back to the trials bit.

At least his hug didn’t seem to know the difference; that was something that hadn’t changed either. She takes it as a chance to relax for a moment —- let her shoulders dip and release some of the tension that’s been curling them up. "I’m alright. Sore mostly. Nothing serious.” And even if she wasn’t, he would know she was trying to placate him. “The doctors told me I would be better suited here than back in medbay.” Which also meant being away from Han until he was mended enough to be moved back to quarters —— a decision she was still trying to find a loophole big enough that would allow her back there past visiting hours.

        “What about you, I heard you jumped head first into the rescue mission?” It had made her laugh when she’d heard it at the debriefing —— what was it about a rescue he couldn’t say no to? “Old times, hm?”

❛❛ Okay. You've got me there. ❞ A quirk of a smile, a small shrug at his own expense. They have never been safe or comfortable at any point, except for those few years that he remembers. And even then, there was plenty of conflict. It was just cloaked less in the larger war, the stakes often more personal unless another Sith threat crawled out of the woodwork for a while. ❛❛ So there probably is at least part of a conspiracy here, and I have to say that I'm getting really tired of it. ❞

Really, the more he considers it, things were never calm. It was mostly just in war or not in war.

It's reassuring, though, to feel some of the tension drop from Leia's shoulders at his touch. ❛❛ That's good. Honestly, I dropped by the medbay first when I was looking for you. I thought you'd be there for sure, but at least Han's looking a little better. ❞ It'll just take time. Healing of all kinds takes nothing but more and more time, and effort, and a slow kind of work. He is glad the doctors are at least reminding Leia to take care of herself. They both have that same impulse - to do everything, to do too much, to forget themselves in favor of others in the heat and pressure of the moment.

He leans back to look at her for a moment, and then lets out a short laugh. ❛❛ Yeah. Heard what happened and I guess I just couldn't help myself. Not everyone in the Resistance was happy with it, but it seems like half of them would prefer to keep me in a locked room until it's absolutely necessary to let me do something. ❞

Luke reacted about as poorly as anyone expected to his friends being captured. Time changes some things, but not that part of him.

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“I assumed transparency was the best course of action. Better to be forthcoming than attempt to deceive you, have you uncover the truth on your own.” Maul’s not sure if Luke himself is transparent so much as he wears his heart on his sleeve. There’s something about him that’s different than the Jedi of old, even in how he carries himself. He’s more empathetic.. perhaps less dogmatic.

His condolences appear sincere, and Maul’s not sure how to respond to them beyond a nod. “You’re right to be wary. The choice to join the dark side may not have been my own, but I have been presented with… chances.” Now is not the time to recount him with what had happened on Malachor, what had happened following… with Kanan Jarrus, and Ezra Bridger.

On Malachor, where he had sought to learn more about the Sith, to gain wisdom, and insight…

“As I said, I died on Tatooine. It wasn’t Kenobi that killed me so much as my own hatred, my inability to let go. I’ve manipulated, killed, innocents. I’m not sure redemption is possible, forgiveness.”

Then again, if the boy had turned Lord Vader… even if Maul held any desire to change, that didn’t mean he was capable.

“The Emperor is dead, but his legacy lives on through the First Order. Whether that is the intent of the Supreme Leader, the Knights of Ren… you were trained in the Jedi arts, but what do you truly know about the dark side? Whatever Kenobi taught you, his knowledge came from fighting it. He didn’t know the Sith as I knew them. I can provide you insight, and if you knew your enemy, understood them. I don’t intend to turn you, no… I want to prepare you. Provide insight. That is the opportunity I seek. I don’t expect you to accept, not at this moment. You may need time to think on it, meditate. If you knew what to expect from a dark force wielder, what they’re capable of… how they think…? These are things you should know. You need to know, if you are to best them. That is your intent?”

Luke inclines his head slightly, an acknowledgement of the fact that lying to him wouldn't have helped. He is wary of any Sith, even one who seems to be on the road to reformation. Had Vader somehow lived past everything that happened on the Death Star - and even that would have been an existence of immense pain - Luke is still fully aware of how difficult a road that would've been for them both.

There is a dry little smile, one that seems more tired than anything else. ❛❛ Everyone I've ever met, aligned with the light or dark, has chances to change sides, or at least chances to attempt it. It's always a struggle, I'd say. Anyone who thinks you choose something once and that's where it ends doesn't know what they're talking about. ❞ And maybe there's something to be said there for age, how confidently he says this. He wouldn't have said something like that back when the war first ended.

Well - it's an offer.

An odd offer, all things considered. One must be well and truly disillusioned with the Sith to be willing to betray their secrets so easily. ❛❛ From what little I've heard, ❞ he offers, and it is truly little, as no one seems eager to tell him exactly what's happened with the formation of the First Order, ❛❛ the First Order is really just taking most of its pages from the Empire's playbook, planetkilling weapons and all. We'll see what it says about their leader and the Knights of Ren. ❞

So he sighs and takes a moment. Luke is comfortable in silence like this, listening to the sounds of Coruscant around them. This is not an angle he's ever had to consider. Former Sith don't often show up to educate him, and he's never had to reckon with that certain kind of balancing act. Of course there is a part of him that is familiar with the dark. Contrary to popular belief and several bestselling holodramas, he is not a perfect Jedi. He did almost kill Vader on the second Death Star. The impulse was there, and that impulse - to harm, sometimes, especially when protecting those that matter to him - remains.

❛❛ And this is because you think you owe me for what happened with the Emperor and Vader, ❞ he says slowly. ❛❛ I - That isn't something you need to owe me for. I don't like dealing in debts like this. ❞

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Had Mara been doing her best to stay off the First Order’s radar?

Absolutely not.

To her credit, she’d put forth some effort- but it wasn’t a lot. Mara’s defection from the base had been impulsive, but inevitable. They’d spent a lot of time reminding her that it was they who were responsible for her re-creation. They owned her. If she refused to comply, she would be disposed of. At first, this had been a menacing threat. Mara was not about to die again, not when she’d been given a second chance. A second chance at revenge. 

After the events that had occurred during the raid, Mara had found herself changed. The edges of her reality fraying and unraveling at a speed she could not begin to keep up with. Who had that boy been? Was he truly….hers?

She knew the answers, and that’s what haunted her. There wasn’t enough liquor in the entire galaxy that could drown the voices that prodded at her. She had no family, no friends to confide in- not that she probably would have anyway. There was only the endless void, staring back at her. There was nothing left. Whatever waited for her here, was far too much for Mara to handle. 

Agents Sprax and Fallah, The First Order goons tasked with her retrieval had come for her, and she put up a fight to the best of her ability. At least, that’s what she told herself. In reality, it had been a pathetic attempt at self defense. They’d hauled her out of that cantina, and they made sure to make the scene as public as possible.

“The outlaw Mara Jade, you are under arrest on the counts of vandalism, murder and treason.” Empty green eyes stared into nothing as they recounted her crimes. She didn’t say a word as they cuffed her, and urged her onward out of the building and towards the makeshift first order outpost.

He tries his best not to intrude on Mara, all things considered. A good ninety percent of the time, they manage it perfectly. They live separate lives that cross paths every so often, and they both seem to be fine with that arrangement. It's just how things have worked out. But every so often, mostly when the situation is worse than one of them (usually Luke himself) anticipates, the Force ignores that careful separation.

He isn't even looking to drink tonight.

Something tugs hard at his mind - a pull from the Force that drags on his focus. It isn't fear, or so he believes, but a kind of resignation so miserable and outright that it pulls him to a stop. Mara. He hasn't seen her since things went wrong at the First Order base, and she seemed perfectly comfortable with whatever came of that. He had believed her. But maybe that in itself was a bad idea.

It isn't a safe idea, to pursue this impulse, but Luke has always been terrible at helping himself when he thinks someone might be in trouble. So he follows - he traces, and the feel of it unfurls across the entertainment district. By now he knows how to spot First Order agents. They are not subtle in their body language and demeanor, even if sometimes they try to dress a little differently. Moreover, he can identify Mara Jade from a distance easily. He catches the end of the announcement, and the crowd that's gathered to observe, nervous or interested. _Vandalism, murder, and treason._

Shock and awe, yes, but not to him.

He shadows carefully, until they're out of sight of the cantina. On their way to the First Order outpost a few blocks over, no doubt, and he has no interest in letting them get there. He can distract one easily. Both might be a problem. So he nudges at the edges of Mara's mind - loud, no subtlety about it, says listen, I can take the one to your right if you want to at least distract the other one.

A pause. If you're going to tell me not to get involved, don't bother. You know how I handle that. He wants to ask how they happened, how she let herself (since he cannot imagine her being defeated by two First Order soldiers) get into this situation. But now isn't the time. First, safety, and then questions.

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                    The trick, as she’s reminded herself countless times before, is to keep occupied. Moving had fazed her at first; learning how to reduce yourself to a small bag was a talent. But after a while, she had come to expect it, especially with the Empire seemingly always nipping at their heels. So this was second nature, moving from one base to the next —– picking up the pieces and reassembling them elsewhere.

With Han still on the mend ( and the med droids dead set on making sure she didn’t spend every waking minute curled up in the chair beside him ), she has to find other tasks to keep herself busy. There’s only so many times she can read the same reports from start to finish; there’s only so many times she can watch the same holos speculating on the fire and pointing fingers.

There’s only so many times she can arrange and rearrange their new quarters.

The knock on the door signals a reprieve, Luke’s voice ( and his vow of being here with good intentions ) gets a laugh out of her as she makes her way towards the lock. “You promise?” There’s still time for something to go wrong between her hitting the button and the metal starting to move. Just this once. ( How many times has she heard that, exactly? How many times has it been her saying it instead? ) But she’s willing to risk it as she presses the lock ————– getting to see her brother is a far better way to spend some time than sorting out the same few square feet over again.

     "You’re not just saying that to get my hopes up, are you?“

In some ways, it's good that Luke wasn't brought back too many years after the war. The concept of living during the war, the discomfort and the near-constant tension, is something that seems a little too present to him. But what he learned the most from all those years in war was to value the quiet moments where you can find them. They don't last, not against an enemy like the Empire or the First Order. So you take what you can get, and you cherish it.

Both sides are nursing their wounds, which means they have just a little time. They still have to strike first - to plan ahead and do what damage they can - but they can slow down for a precious moment.

Luke's mostly just glad the people he cared about got out alive. Not entirely intact, in Han's case, but living, which is about all he can ask for (and he does ask for it, sometimes, something that might be called prayer but is a few steps beyond that).

❛❛ I swear, ❞ he says ruefully as the lock clicks softly and the door opens. ❛❛ If it was an emergency, you know I'd be shouting right now, not conducting a conversation. ❞ Luke isn't exactly subtle in a crisis. He never has been. ❛❛ If something else goes wrong tonight, I might actually get a little annoyed about it. Something's conspiring against us then. ❞

Partly: things are already bad enough. And mostly, just looking at the odds: something good has to happen now. Too much bad has happened, with them captured, the First Order destroying their base.

Luke gives her that typical smile, warm and fond, pulling her into a hug before he even crosses the threshold. ❛❛ How're you feeling? ❞

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orphanjedix‌:

At the mention of Kanan, his smile faltered. “Ah, no. He died only a few days before I did, way before you were a Jedi.” He explained, but the topic of Kanan was always a sour one for him. The pain in his heart was a lot to handle.

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, how was the Emperor defeated? I had the misfortune of meeting him once, and he was ah-rough guy to deal with.”

Luke nods, small and pensive. He is good at empathy - good at sharing in grief and pain and anger and joy. So he smiles, very slight, and says the simplest thing he can imagine: ❛❛ I see. I’m sorry for your loss. I understand what it’s like to lose a teacher too soon. ❞ Of course he does. Kenobi died having barely taught him anything, and he had to sew the rest of it together with Yoda’s guidance and his own experience.

Then the question. Luke pauses, that smile fading slightly. ❛❛ It’s complicated, ❞ he says finally, debating how to tell this story. He revises it every time. To be more accurate, maybe. ❛❛ I didn’t kill him. My father did, and he died for that betrayal of the Emperor. ❞ His fingers press along his left sleeve, unconscious and tense, along the scars from that electrocution. The pain of it is something that lingers, even years later.