DISCLAIMER---- You know the drill. I don't own star wars, I am
having fun.
Note- Takes place somewhere after the start of the New Rep., but before
Zahn's great trilogy. Now, on with the show!
Asher Tall pulled his ship out of lightspeed, and was greeted by millions
of stars glowing in absolute blackness. He plugged some numbers into
the navicomputer, quietly, so as not to disturb the woman who napped
in the co-pilot's seat. She stirred anyway.
"At Corillia all ready?" the woman yawned.
"Nope, just switching directions for the last leg. Besides, these rental ships
aren't as fast as they used to be." Asher responded. His wife, a petite,
redheaded woman, stretched and rose.
"I'll check up on the kids. They're probably bouncing off the walls to be
in a spaceship for the first time." She paused, however, to stare and the
window.
"Gee, Asher, I never knew space was so beautiful."
Asher smiled, making little wrinkles up and down his face. "I'm glad
you've stopped moving long enough to enjoy it, Narie," he commented, "in
more security, too, now that the Empire's gone." His wife's features hardened
at the mention of the Empire.
"Yes, the Empire is gone," she said, "but, will this New Republic really
work? Or will it just replace the Empire?"
Asher had heard this tune before. Unwilling for another debate to wreck
their vacation, he let his wife brood in silence.
"I'll check on the kids," Narie repeated, and disappeared through the
door.
Asher focused, thoughtfully, on the lonely stars. He couldn't blame
Narie for her distrust. Her family had experienced firsthand the corruption of
the Old Republic, and also its collapse into the Empire. Narie had drawn
painful connections between the New Republic and the Empire-including the
fact that Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa were Vader's offspring. Asher
started to sigh-but was interrupted by his wife's scream.
"ASHER! ASHER! Get OVER here!"
The man fell from his seat in shock. What the Force had freaked out
Narie? Heroically dashing into the ship's parlor, Asher found Narie gaping out
the port-window. Cli and Nelan, clad in pajamas, jumped around, begging to be
lifted to the window and see what the commotion was about.
Asher joined his wife.
"Oh, no." Not far from their ship drifted a broken fighter. It was an
older model, but any ship as battered as that one could be called "older." The
windows were cracked, and the engines were black. The hull was a giant piece
of aluminum foil someone had crumpled into a ball. It twisted and floated
aimlessly in space.
"Does this ship have a tractor beam?" Narie asked suddenly. Fear shone
in her eyes.
"No. But it has a tow cable. We should bring this back to Coruscant."
("Bring what back to Coruscant? What's a tow cable? Can I see? Let me see!"
"Cli- Nelan- let us think!")
Narie shook her head, "Might there still be a pilot in it?"
"If there is, I don't see how he could still be alive," Asher pointed out.
"But if he is still alive, towing it back to Coruscant might kill him," Narie said,
concern fairly dripping from her words. Asher ran a hand through his black
hair.
"I could try to pull that ship closer to the hatch. Then use a vacuum suit to get
the pilot out. It might be hard, though."
"Then I'll do it," Narie said, "I don't care how difficult it is if we can save
somebody's life."
Asher smiled, resigned, at her.
"I'll get the vacuum suit on."
Half an hour later, Asher pulled the senseless pilot onto a couch. Cli and
Nelan pranced wildly around, peeping eagerly at the young stranger. Narie was
too preoccupied to stop them. She felt the young man's pulse.
"He's alive," the woman's small shoulders relaxed.
"He's a Jedi," Asher stated the obvious. The guy wore Jedi robes, and he had a
lightsaber. And a bad, old-fashioned haircut. Also, he was looked less injured
than he should've been. Some Jedi trick at play there.
"He looks familiar, like someone from a holovid," Narie commented.
"He's kinda cute," Cli piped. Of course, Nelan taunted that she wanted to
marry him.
"He might have an ID on him," Narie thought out loud.
Asher shrugged, and felt through the young Jedi's robes. The young man
groaned.
"Sound's like his coming to," Asher observed, "Narie, will you please get some
water for him?"
Narie turned for the galley. But she never made it back with the water.
"Asher! What's gotten into you?" Narie gasped. He had just dashed from
the parlor, a struggling kid under each arm.
"You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I think I have," Asher moaned cryptically as he set down the children, "it can't
been possible.it is impossible.but must be.there's no
way.around.it."
Narie anxiously flicked her red-hair from her face. She gripped Asher's
shoulders.
"What's wrong? Is that pilot some kind of criminal?"
Asher, dazed, ignored her, "I need your stun gun, Narie. We can't have him
wake up. We have to get back to Coruscant."
Narie gave him the stun gun, seeing debating would do no good.
"Who is he Asher?!"
He flipped the stun gun to its most powerful setting, "That," he said, gesturing
to the prostrate youth, "is Anakin Skywalker." And he pulled the trigger.
Well, what do you think? Please hit the little purple button at the bottom of the screen.I don't care if it's a flame.
Asher Tall pulled his ship out of lightspeed, and was greeted by millions
of stars glowing in absolute blackness. He plugged some numbers into
the navicomputer, quietly, so as not to disturb the woman who napped
in the co-pilot's seat. She stirred anyway.
"At Corillia all ready?" the woman yawned.
"Nope, just switching directions for the last leg. Besides, these rental ships
aren't as fast as they used to be." Asher responded. His wife, a petite,
redheaded woman, stretched and rose.
"I'll check up on the kids. They're probably bouncing off the walls to be
in a spaceship for the first time." She paused, however, to stare and the
window.
"Gee, Asher, I never knew space was so beautiful."
Asher smiled, making little wrinkles up and down his face. "I'm glad
you've stopped moving long enough to enjoy it, Narie," he commented, "in
more security, too, now that the Empire's gone." His wife's features hardened
at the mention of the Empire.
"Yes, the Empire is gone," she said, "but, will this New Republic really
work? Or will it just replace the Empire?"
Asher had heard this tune before. Unwilling for another debate to wreck
their vacation, he let his wife brood in silence.
"I'll check on the kids," Narie repeated, and disappeared through the
door.
Asher focused, thoughtfully, on the lonely stars. He couldn't blame
Narie for her distrust. Her family had experienced firsthand the corruption of
the Old Republic, and also its collapse into the Empire. Narie had drawn
painful connections between the New Republic and the Empire-including the
fact that Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa were Vader's offspring. Asher
started to sigh-but was interrupted by his wife's scream.
"ASHER! ASHER! Get OVER here!"
The man fell from his seat in shock. What the Force had freaked out
Narie? Heroically dashing into the ship's parlor, Asher found Narie gaping out
the port-window. Cli and Nelan, clad in pajamas, jumped around, begging to be
lifted to the window and see what the commotion was about.
Asher joined his wife.
"Oh, no." Not far from their ship drifted a broken fighter. It was an
older model, but any ship as battered as that one could be called "older." The
windows were cracked, and the engines were black. The hull was a giant piece
of aluminum foil someone had crumpled into a ball. It twisted and floated
aimlessly in space.
"Does this ship have a tractor beam?" Narie asked suddenly. Fear shone
in her eyes.
"No. But it has a tow cable. We should bring this back to Coruscant."
("Bring what back to Coruscant? What's a tow cable? Can I see? Let me see!"
"Cli- Nelan- let us think!")
Narie shook her head, "Might there still be a pilot in it?"
"If there is, I don't see how he could still be alive," Asher pointed out.
"But if he is still alive, towing it back to Coruscant might kill him," Narie said,
concern fairly dripping from her words. Asher ran a hand through his black
hair.
"I could try to pull that ship closer to the hatch. Then use a vacuum suit to get
the pilot out. It might be hard, though."
"Then I'll do it," Narie said, "I don't care how difficult it is if we can save
somebody's life."
Asher smiled, resigned, at her.
"I'll get the vacuum suit on."
Half an hour later, Asher pulled the senseless pilot onto a couch. Cli and
Nelan pranced wildly around, peeping eagerly at the young stranger. Narie was
too preoccupied to stop them. She felt the young man's pulse.
"He's alive," the woman's small shoulders relaxed.
"He's a Jedi," Asher stated the obvious. The guy wore Jedi robes, and he had a
lightsaber. And a bad, old-fashioned haircut. Also, he was looked less injured
than he should've been. Some Jedi trick at play there.
"He looks familiar, like someone from a holovid," Narie commented.
"He's kinda cute," Cli piped. Of course, Nelan taunted that she wanted to
marry him.
"He might have an ID on him," Narie thought out loud.
Asher shrugged, and felt through the young Jedi's robes. The young man
groaned.
"Sound's like his coming to," Asher observed, "Narie, will you please get some
water for him?"
Narie turned for the galley. But she never made it back with the water.
"Asher! What's gotten into you?" Narie gasped. He had just dashed from
the parlor, a struggling kid under each arm.
"You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I think I have," Asher moaned cryptically as he set down the children, "it can't
been possible.it is impossible.but must be.there's no
way.around.it."
Narie anxiously flicked her red-hair from her face. She gripped Asher's
shoulders.
"What's wrong? Is that pilot some kind of criminal?"
Asher, dazed, ignored her, "I need your stun gun, Narie. We can't have him
wake up. We have to get back to Coruscant."
Narie gave him the stun gun, seeing debating would do no good.
"Who is he Asher?!"
He flipped the stun gun to its most powerful setting, "That," he said, gesturing
to the prostrate youth, "is Anakin Skywalker." And he pulled the trigger.
Well, what do you think? Please hit the little purple button at the bottom of the screen.I don't care if it's a flame.