Luke Skywalker Didn't Know She Was His Sister (jedifarmboy) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-09-08 16:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, anakin solo, luke skywalker |
Who: Anakin Solo & Luke Skywalker
When: Thursday, September 4, Afternoon
Where: SWORD Medical Room
What: Anakin comes out of his Jedi Healing Trance nowhere near Myyrk.
Rating: Moderate (?)
Status: Complete.
Anakin Solo was slowly becoming aware of the world around him again. The briefest sense of people around him, then the light from the fixture in the ceiling above him, sounds became a little bit more concrete and finally the sense of his Uncle Luke nearby. As he came out of the healing trance other memories came through as well, the mission on the worldship, Jaina, Jacen, Tahiri, Lowbacca, Alema -- his injuries, and the light, the flash of blue light that he’d thought at first was a Yuuzhan Vong weapon, but now he wasn’t certain. Nothing was very clear in his head as he opened his eyes and pulled himself out of the trance and into the land of reality. His hand slid down to his side, feeling there bandages, but no sense of the pain he’d felt before. The healing trance had done the trick, but at what cost? He closed his eyes and reached out in the Force to try to find the rest of his team, but it was only Uncle Luke and more faintly the sense of his mom - but it was faint, as if from very far away. He let out a breath and pushed himself up as best he could on one elbow to look around. He was in what seemed to be a fairly standard military issue medical facility, but it didn’t look familiar. It wasn’t New Republic, and didn’t seem to be Imperial, and the electronics and duracrete looking walls suggested that it certainly was not Yuuzhan Vong - which just left him with questions and no one around to answer those questions. He pushed up the other elbow and tried to turn to the side. That motion reminded him that his side was tender, and he should have gone into a healing trance a long time previously to when he obviously did. He looked down at the gown he was wearing, and frowned. He could probably bring himself to sit up if he did it slowly. So he tried it - slowly pushing himself up, swinging one foot over… The healing trance had improved the situation, but why didn’t they have him in a Bacta tank? Luke had sense Anakin’s arrival in the Force and was on his way to the SWORD medical facility before anyone could contact him. His nephew was hurt and Luke knew that he had to help him. Not that the doctors and other medical staff in this world couldn’t but he knew what good a Jedi healing trance could do. When he got there, he was surprised to see that Anakin was older than when he’d last seen him. This was a teenage Anakin and one that was clearly a warrior and a Jedi. After consulting with Dr. Crusher, Luke had put Anakin in the trance and hadn’t left his side for more than a few minutes since then. He was sitting beside the bed where Anakin lay when he felt the stirrings in his mind, signs that Anakin was waking up. Luke was on his feet before his nephew sat up and he reached out to steady him. “Be careful,” he said. “You’ve been hurt badly. You need to take it easy. No getting out of bed just yet.” Luke was relieved to see Anakin awake. He’d known that he was going to survive but it was still good to see him moving. The boy would have a lot of questions and Luke had been preparing himself for that. If he was anything like his mother, he wouldn’t wait before asking them either. His Uncle’s voice cut through the rest of the fog and the sense of his Uncle in the Force was matched by the physical sensation of his Uncle helping him as he was sitting up. A wave of gratitude washed through Anakin, along with curiosity and sudden worry. If Uncle Luke was here… Anakin pulled himself into a sitting position to test the muscles of his abdomen -- he found them reluctant, but not angry -- and he turned his head to really look at his Uncle only to find a Luke Skywalker that was familiar, but different. Anakin couldn’t quite place the difference immediately, but as he blinked and cleared the final pieces of the Jedi trance out of his brain and his body, it clicked into first - carefree, and then young. “Where am I?” he managed and the question voiced led to a series of other questions with an increasingly panicked feeling in the pit of his stomach as he tried to reach out and find the rest of his team. “Where’s Tahiri? Jaina and Jacen? I don’t feel them.” Luke knew this was going to be a lot for Anakin to take in but he also knew that putting it off would do no good. “They aren’t here,” he said. “You’ve been brought here by something called the Tesseract, it’s a portal between worlds. This place is called New York City and it’s on a planet called Earth which isn’t in our galaxy.” Luke looked at his nephew and shook his head. “I know this sounds strange but it’s the truth. This thing pulls people from different times as well. For example, the last time I saw you, you were nine years old so it’s like you’ve grown overnight.” He ran a hand through his hair and considered how to explain to Anakin about his parents. Clearly that needed to be done but how do you tell someone that your parents have no idea who you are. “Your parents...they’re here too...but they’re a lot younger. They aren’t even married yet but they know that they have children, it’s just that they aren’t there yet.” Jedi Master or no, Luke knew he sounded crazy but that was the truth of this place. It was nothing if not crazy. “Dr. Crusher contacted me when you got here but I’d already sensed your arrival and I put you in a healing trance. You were hurt pretty badly.” Anakin kept himself from asking questions as his Uncle spoke with the discipline that came from a seventeen year old boy who had been required to grow up entirely too quickly. As his Uncle continued, Anakin drew on the Force to pull his senses back to a full alertness. It was something he’d had a lot of practice doing throughout the past few days, pulling on the Force to give himself strength and focus when his body was demanding against it with every step he took, but the safety of his team - perhaps the survival of every Jedi - had depended upon his being able to do so. What he was hearing didn’t make sense, but he could also feel through the Force that his Uncle wasn’t lying to him. “Yeah, Tekli kept trying to tell me to do one,” Anakin said finally adding a muttered excuse. “It wasn’t really convenient.” The thing he was trying to figure out was whether or not this could be a Yuuzhan Vong trick. If so it was unlike anything he’d experienced thus far and it didn’t hold quite as much pain as Anakin was used to from Yuuzhan Vong tactics. He reached out with the Force and he could sense his mother, although her Force presence was different - but that could be age if what Uncle Luke was saying was true - and he could feel the Han Solo shaped presence as well. He could also feel various other people nearby in this building, not Jedi, but presences in the Force nonetheless, and the Yuuzhan Vong couldn’t be sensed through the Force - all of which led him back to the fact that he didn’t sense that his Uncle was lying. “I was nine.” He pulled back to the first thing Luke had told him and turned over the age in his head. “I hadn’t even started my training yet. How are you from - then?” “I honestly don’t know,” Luke replied. “this Tesserract doesn’t seem to have any rhyme or reason to it. It brings from people from all different points in their histories. For example I’m told I was here before but I was nineteen, it was before I ever met your mother or father, before the Death Star, before any of that. At some point I was taken back and now I’m here again but I’m as you see me.” He was watching Anakin’s face as well as reaching out to him through the Force, trying to determine what the boy was thinking. It was a lot to take in and Luke knew that. “Another thing that you should know that makes even less sense is that to the people of this world, we’re fictional characters. There are six films that deal with the history of our family and dozens of books. People don’t recognize me since I come from further along that the films they’ve seen. They won’t recognize you either although people who’ve read the books will know your name.” Luke shook his head. “that’s been the hardest thing for me to accept. That people here know things about me that I don’t know myself yet because I haven’t lived them. For instance I really have no idea what happened to you, how you were injured. I can sense something, people called Yuuzhan Vong, that you’re thinking about but I don’t know who or what they are.” Anakin had thought it was his abdomen in danger of hurting again, but he was fast deciding that it was actually his head that was in danger of hurting. He shifted, looking down, his brow furrowed as he tried to figure out some way to make sense of what he was being told. It didn’t actually make any sense, but perhaps it was exactly the fact that it was so illogical that convinced him that there was no way this could be a Yuuzhan Vong trick. He’d spent enough time with them on Yavin IV to understand a bit of how they worked -- and this wouldn’t be it. “You don’t want to know,” he muttered aloud as his thoughts drifted back to Tahiri, his siblings, Lowbacca all of the Jedi Knights he’d been trying to get out of the worldship alive. He had no idea what happened to them, although - Anakin raised his head and looked at his Uncle. He did remember his Uncle looking this way, it was just so odd to see him this way now. “You said things in your future that you haven’t lived yet are written down in books? How far in your future?” “I’m not sure,” he said honestly. “I found out from someone not long after I got here that I married Mara and then Mara told me that we had a son together. I haven’t gone looking for anything else. She said that it wasn’t a good idea, that she had started and then discovered some things that she wished she hadn’t found out. I didn’t ask her about them because I could tell that it might be best if I didn’t. I did watch three of the movies with your parents, the ones that told the story of our parents. That was difficult but I’m glad I did it. Right now I’m content with knowing what I know.” Luke reached out and gently touched his nephew’s shoulder. “and I’m glad to see you even if you’re older than I remember. Do you want to tell me how you got injured?” Anakin hesitated at the question. If his Uncle didn’t know things, or didn’t want to know them, what should he even say? it was nearly impossible to say how he got injured without talking about the Yuuzhan Vong, or the war, or what was happening to the galaxy at home. The voxyn would be even more impossible to describe without more detail about what had been happening to the Jedi and the politics in the galaxy, and Borsk Fey’lya’s idiotic attitude about the Republic and the Peace Brigade. He frowned, suddenly looking very much like the seventeen year old boy he was, tired and a little scared. “It’s - things are really bad at home,” he said finally. “The Yuuzhan Vong came in from the unexplored regions a few years back. They’ve been invading and occupying planets around the galaxy, and they’re cutting through to the Core -- Everything is a mess. I was leading a mission, and we ended up having to fight a group of the Yuuzhan Vong warriors. I got hit with one of their amphistaffs - they’re alive, like reptilian weapons that the warriors use. Anyway - we weren’t in a place where we could do serious medical care, we had to keep going. And it probably made it worse than it was even originally, and it wasn’t great originally. Sorry. That’s - I guess I could have just said I was on a mission. I’m just worried about Jacen and Jaina and Tahiri and the others now. What happens when we’re brought here?” Luke could tell that his nephew was worried and he could sense that the Yuuzhan Vong were horrible creatures. The pain was there too along with the worry he spoke of about his brother and sister. He let himself feel it for a moment even though it was difficult and finally he answered Anakin’s question. “As best as anyone can tell, when we’re brought here, we also stay where we are. Like an echo of ourselves. This is apparently an alternate universe. For example I was on my way to find your Aunt Mara when I was brought here but when I got here, she was here and has been here for two years. So you’re here right now but you’re also still there. Your team won’t even notice that you’re gone.” It sounded bizarre but it was true. Anakin frowned, but all things considered it sounded as plausible as anything he’d been told since he got here. What he was less certain about was what had been about to happen to him at home. He’d felt how bad the condition of his abdomen had been as he’d come out of the healing trance, and that had been after everything had been able to heal. For now, he simply nodded. It was as much as he felt he could do for the time. “So you, Mom and Dad, but they’re young, and Aunt Mara’s here.” It was a repetition of what Uncle Luke had just said, but it cemented things in his mind a bit. He was feeling tired again and everything was a little overwhelming. He supposed like anything that it would get less so as he got used to the ideas. “How long do you think they’ll keep me here?” Luke shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s up to Dr. Crusher but with the healing trance you’re pretty far ahead of where you’d be using the medicine of this time. At least as far as I can tell. Healing trances aren’t something a lot of people have experience with but Dr. Crusher is great. She did a lot for you before I got here.” He’d been impressed with the doctor and was glad that she hadn’t protested when he’d explained what he was going to do to Anakin. “Probably at least another couple of days just to make sure that everything is going to heal properly. They’ll assign you a room in the Tower and that’s where you’ll go after you get released.” He paused for a moment, wondering how Anakin would feel about his next question or more importantly how Leia and Han would feel about it. Finally he decided to just say it, it would be the simplest way. “I only have a one bedroom but I’m sure I can find a two bedroom if you’d like to stay with me. I’d like it and I’d feel better being able to keep an eye on you. You might need another trance and if I’m there, we can do it more easily. If you’d rather stay with one of your parents though, I’d understand.” Anakin couldn’t help a frown, he was tired, but he was already tired of the bed. Well, he was certainly capable of doing a trance at this point and he might just have to try to do another one to speed things up. At Luke’s suggestion he considered the options. He was in a strange new world that he didn’t know anything about and he had been injured. It seemed unlikely he’d be moving in with either of his parents. And while Uncle Luke didn’t remember him as a Jedi Knight, Anakin had worked with Luke for a number of years and he was comfortable living and working with him. “No, I’d like that I think,” he finally nodded. “If it’s not weird for you. You said Aunt Mara was here, so if it’s weird I can get by on my own.” “Mara and I aren’t together yet. Not here. We come from pretty much the same point in our history although she’s further along than me but we’re not married yet in either case. She’s out of the country right now anyway and we aren’t in the same apartment so it’s fine.” Luke had no idea how to explain his relationship with Mara at this point to Anakin so he’d just stick to the facts. Besides he was pretty certain that if he wanted to, Anakin could certainly get inside his head and see what he wanted to see. “There’s no need for you to be on your own. I can check with the housing people and get things set up.” “Oh,” Anakin realised he didn’t know exactly what to say to that, but - like Uncle Luke remembering him as nine years of age, and his parents being younger than that and not married, this seemed to be one of the peculiarities of the place he currently found himself in. He supposed at nine Uncle Luke hadn’t been married to Aunt Mara - she’d just been Mara Jade, occasional associate of his parents and his Uncle - so it wasn’t as surprising as it seemed at first. “This place is going to take some getting used to. I’m just glad you were here so I’m not spending months in recovery.” He offered a smile with a shrug. Hopefully he’d be out of here in a day or two at most and at home - or at least whatever this new home would be like. |