trying a new writing style hehe ,+yes im updating the other stories too

Even When The Wind Blows

Chapter One

Luke Skywalker hated being left alone with his thoughts. After destroying the Death Star, everyone in the Rebellion had regarded him as a hero, and for a short amount of time he had thought of himself as one too—no matter how much he tried not to, he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He was the saviour! He had destroyed the Death Star!

Wherever he went in the base, Luke had been greeted with smiles and congratulations, everyone clamoured to talk to the Hero of the Rebellion. Luke thought of himself as a modest and humble person, and in truth he was; yet he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit proud when people asked him to retell the story.

If only you could see me now, Uncle Owen.

His Uncle Owen had always held the firm belief that Luke wouldn't amount to anything spectacular; his expectations of Luke had always been rather low; stay on Tatooine, help him with the farm, look after him and Beru in their old age…perhaps find a nice girl and settle down and start a family.

Luke scoffed mentally; he knew he was destined to do more. Even as young child when he'd snuck away to see the crazy old hermit Ben Kenobi he'd known; he would waste hours away with the old man, being regaled with stories of his Father, the Jedi Anakin Skywalker.

A lump formed in his throat; his Father. Anakin Skywalker. Darth Vader.

No Luke, don't think about him. You don't ever think about him.

Because thinking leads to questions—questions that he wasn't prepared to hear answered.

Wedge glanced at Luke, watching him as he laughed along with the rest of his friends. He smiled and nodded whilst listening to the story he was telling, though he didn't really hear him. He was happy for Luke—proud of him even, hell he was his best-friend—but even that didn't stop the feeling of jealousy that was burning within him.

Luke destroyed the Death Star, Luke was a Jedi in training, and Luke had the attention of the beautiful Princess Leia. Why couldn't something happen to him for once? He had been doing pretty well in the Rebellion so far, he reasoned with himself; he had been moving up in the ranks, making friends—he'd even spoken to Leia once!—but then Luke had to come.

He admonished himself for thinking so negatively of Luke. If it weren't for him they would have never have destroyed the Death Star, half of them would probably be dead. That thought only served to fuel the jealously that was already gnawing away inside of him.

"I wonder how many people you killed?" Wedge regretted uttering those words as soon as he had said them; there was a sort of unspoken code amongst the pilots about speaking about how many people they've killed…how many innocents got caught in the crossfire of their war. It wasn't uncommon for some pilots to go on to commit suicide, the guilt of having taken lives proving too much for them.

Most of them brushed the matter under the carpet and it was never mentioned again. He had no right to do that Luke though, no right in bringing it up. The thought probably hadn't even crossed Luke's mind.

"I'd probably say at least a couple of million." A passing pilot, Denovin, added casually. He placed his tray down on their table and forcibly sat between Luke and Wedge.

"Nobody wants you here, Denovin." James McNair, a close friend of Luke's snapped. It was no secret in the base that Denovin and Luke didn't particularly get on. The former would take any chance available to taunt Luke.

"Some of those Imperials are real nasty pieces of works, you know." He continued, ignoring James. "It's a shame that some of them were just following orders right? Working so that they could support their families. How many children are now Fatherless because of you Luke?" he asked, a cold smile on his face.

"I—I didn't—I was only—" Luke stuttered, fumbling over his words in his haste to defend himself. "I was only—"

"—following orders?" Denovin finished coolly. "To the Imperials—many who are only there because they need a job—you're a monster." Denovin's cool blue eyes glanced around the table; James looked like he was on the verge of getting up and hitting him, Wedge looked thoroughly ashamed and angry, and Luke…well, he was worrying hi lower lip, his eyes glazed over as he stared at one spot without blinking.

"That's enough, you better leave, now." Wedge stated coldly, his ears burning red with the shame of bringing it up in the first place. Denovin shrugged light-heartedly, he picked up his tray and clapped Luke on the back.

"Don't worry about it too much Luke; after all, you're still the Hero of the Rebellion." Denovin drawled, and with those departing words he left the table.

Murderer. Murderer murderer murderer murderermurderermurderer… The word blurred into one long nonsensical sound, repeating itself over and over again in Luke's head. He could barely hear Wedge and James asking if he was alright. I'm a monster; I'm just as bad as…as him. All those lives…I'm so sorry. How did I not think of it before?Luke abruptly stood up, startling his friends.

"Luke?" James asked hesitantly.

"I'm fine. I've just got to go see Han that's all. I forgot he wanted to see me for something." Luke's voice betrayed his emotions though; the slight waver in it when he said he was fine, the way it cracked when he said Han's name.

"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have brought it up. Especially with Denovin around. Luke, ignore what he said, I'm so sorry." Wedge apologised, gripping Luke's arm to prevent him from leaving.

Luke looked at his best-friend and gave him a small smile.

"You have nothing to apologise for Wedge." He said softly, before hurrying away out of the canteen.

Luke holed himself up in his room and wouldn't go out for the rest of the day. He lay dejectedly in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. All those people, hundreds of them innocent of any crimes...was he really that self centred that he didn't even think of all the lives he'd ended? He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what Ben would say to him.

Meditate. He sat up and looked around wildly; for one crazy moment he thought he had heard Ben's voice. He shook his head and tiredly rubbed his eyes.

Meditate.

Ben had shown him the basics…it wouldn't hurt to try would it? He sat up and crossed his legs. Straightening his back, he closed his eyes and tried to surround himself with the Force. He frowned as nothing happened. Was something supposed to happen straight away? After a few minutes he felt something akin to a trickle in his mind. A trickle that seemed to slowly wind itself around him.

This must be the Force. He thought excitedly, worries about the Death Star long forgotten. Slowly but surely, that trickle seemed to trigger something. Like a floodgate being opened, Luke found himself fully immersed in the Force. Its living, breathing, nearly tangible presence surrounded him, coursed through his veins.

It was like being surrounded by his own personal paradise; his senses were heightened and he was very much aware of the people around him.

There was a smell…disinfectant. Luke all too well knew that smell from his various visits to the medical bay. A sound…people talking? He could feel something…he was lying down…in a bed? The voices were becoming clearer, the smells much stronger and the feeling a little bit too real for his liking.

Luke tried to stop whatever was happening—is this a Force vision?—to no avail. He couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't even move. It felt like he was drowning…being suffocated. He started to panic, his breathing becoming short and sharp, his muscles straining for him to move…

"Easy now, easy now lad, you're safe see? Nothing to worry about…" a rough yet soothing voice floated down into Luke's ears. He groggily blinked his eyes and tried to sit up. His head swam and he felt the need to be sick.

"Whas goin' on?" he slurred, weakly pushing back a hand that went to assist him. His eyes were taking their time to adjust, though the light that illuminated the room was natural, which helped not to strain his eyes too much.

"You're in the medical bay. Now let's take it nice and easy son…sit up gently." He was instructed.

Odd, I can't place the voice. I thought I'd met all the medical staff already? Must be a new addition… with help from the mysterious man, he sat up. Blinking, the room slowly sharpened into focus.

The man next to him had greying dark hair, a kind looking face and watery green eyes hidden behind a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was dressed in a standard looking medical uniform, though a little bit out-dated.

The other thing that was wrong was that the medical bay far larger than it usually was, with large windows over that let in sunlight which brightened the room. Luke had a sinking feeling that he wasn't at the Rebellions base any more.

"Where…where am I?" Luke had to cough to clear his throat. The man handed him a glass of water which he thirstily gulped down.

"You're in the Jedi Temple's medical bay, my lad. Hang on; I'll be right back with you." Luke hadn't heard anything past "Jedi Temple". Luke frowned, if he was supposedly in the Jedi Temple, that would have to mean he was Coruscant. He got out of the bed and hobbled slowly towards one of the large windows.

He peered outside, and sure enough he could see the infamous Coruscant traffic lining the skies. His head reeled, and he nearly collapsed onto the ground from shock.

It's impossible, I can't be on Coruscant…I was at the Rebellion's base meditating! Is this a Force vision? Or was I so deeply immersed in the Force that I hadn't noticed that the base had been attacked? Perhaps Imperials found us, and captured me…Vader must have ordered them to give me some hallucinogenic drug or something… all of that ran through Luke's head in a few seconds.

He wasn't sure if the people he was dealing with were friend or foe, so he decided to stay stealthy. Luke was relieved to find that he was still in his standard issue pilot clothing. Feeling had once again returned to his legs, so he quickly sneaked out whilst the medic was busy. He was faced with a long hallway, plenty of windows letting in sunlight. He shielded his eyes and tried to keep to the shadows, every so often turning around in paranoia.

"Get a grip Luke, if you go around acting all sneakily they'll know something's up! Gotta act as if I belong here…just act normal and blend in, then find an exit and get the hell out!" he muttered to himself. His hands were shaking and his heart was beating so loudly he felt as if everyone could hear it.

"Where have you gotten to?" The medic was calling for him. Luke hissed in annoyance and started to speed walk away, taking random twists and turns. He ducked through a random door and found himself once again in another corridor. Glancing wildly around, he jogged round the corner and collided head first into someone.

Strong hands shot out and caught him before he could stumble backwards onto the floor.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going!" Luke babbled, roughly shrugging the person's hands off of him. He looked up, and gave a small start when the eyes that looked back at him were identical to his.

In all his life, Luke had never met someone who had his exact shade of blue eyes. They were a rather unique shade of blue, electric even. People who stared into his eyes for a short amount of time often remarked that it felt as if he could read their minds, or perhaps know what they were feeling.

"It's fine." The man grinned boyishly at Luke. "I haven't seen you around in the Temple before. I'm Anakin, though you probably already knew that." He winked and held out a black, leather clad hand for Luke to shake.

"Anakin?" Luke all but whispered, his hand rising up to shake Anakin's on its own accord.

"Anakin Skywalker at your service; what's your name?" The young man continued conversationally. Luke didn't even hear him. His mind was blank; his stomach though was full of butterflies. He swallowed a few times. He didn't feel too good.

"Thank goodness you found him Anakin!" Luke squeezed his eyes shut and silently counted to ten, the man from the medical bay was back again.

"Found him, Doctor Krinlow?" Anakin asked humorously.

"Yes, this young man here thought he could escape from the medial bay! If you could kindly tell your Master Obi-Wan that the young man has awoken?" Doctor Krinlow asked politely.

"Of course. Why wouldn Obi-Wan want to know if he's awake though? Last I saw him he had been trying to fix a speeder-though to no avail." Anakin stated, a smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

"He found him unconscious in the gardens, so he brought him inside to be treated. Wanted to know of his condition as soon as he woke." Doctor Krinlow explained, a hand somehow finding it's way onto Luke's shoulder. Luke eyed the hand with distaste, his brain working in over-drive to try and figure out what was going on.

Understanding dawned upon Anakin's face. He flashed a bright smile at both Luke and Doctor Krinlow before leaving. Luke watched as Anakin-his father?-walked away. His golden hair bouncing lightly behind him, somewhat arrogant in the way he walked. He had air about him of someone who was confident and fearless, who knew what they were doing. He made you feel small and helpless and in awe and good all at once. Luke's eyes trailed down Anakin, drinking in his appearance, noting the Lightsaber that lay clipped to his side. Was this really Darth Vader before he turned to the Darkside?

Luke and Doctor Krinlow walked slowly back to the medical bay. Doctor Krinlow was mumbling something to himself about how Luke seemed to be in a state of "confusion" and how he could be suffering from "possible shock."

And then Luke's brain finally caught up with what had just transpired, and he promptly fainted.