Day 7: Reputation and Legacy (double drabble, I admit I got a little silly on this one)
The holonews report filtered into Luke’s awareness. Where was he? Why couldn’t he feel the Force?
“...galaxy mourns the passing of Master Luke Skywalker, founder of the New Jedi Order and hero of countless battles.”
Luke’s eyes snapped open, seeing Force-blocking ysalamiri through the cell’s transparisteel walls. One mystery solved.
“Debris from Skywalker’s X-Wing was confirmed off Shiritoku Way. While his astromech was recovered,” the anchor paused solemnly, “there was no way Skywalker survived the ship’s disintegration.”
The news shifted to funeral plans.
Luke took inventory: he was naked. No weapon. Feet bolted to the chair, but only one wrist secured. His right arm was free.
“I’m awake,” he hollered to invisible captors, trying to bring feeling back to his limbs. “What do you want? Let’s get this over with.”
A robotic voice filled the room.
“You shall provide genetic material,” it intoned. “Comply or die.”
Eyes widening, Luke searched the dimly-lit space. There was a small, lidded cup within reach of his right hand.
The holodisplay abruptly switched to a grainy, Zeltron-populated orgy.
“Specific conditions for seminal fluid emission have been met.”
His options were extremely limited.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Luke sighed, grabbing the container.
