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 Post Posted: Fri, March 09th 2007 05:37am    Post subject: Skywalker Private Funeral Service (surface)
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The small gathering of people remained in total silence in the stone room. The secluded location, in one of the small thickets of Denon free from urbanization, had been chosen for the site of Luke Skywalker's cremation. Inside the temple, the invited guests to witness the event stood in respect within the smooth hewed walls.

Leia pulled on the small black shawl around her. Even though there were hundreds of candles – real candles, made of wax, from ancient days – burning with heat and illuminating the entire place with a soft effect, she couldn't help but feel cold.

Everything was going cold... dark. The light of the flickering lamps glimmered, but the frightened darkness merely retreated to where it was safe, in the shadows. Things such as that were merely allegories. They were utter analogies to the Force and to life. No matter how much light there could be in the galaxy, there would always be a shadow behind the people and the things that stood in those rays.

That was something Luke had taught her. All things were just ripples of the grand design.

She looked down, a thin veil sliding over her eyes, conveniently hiding her tears. Even the wisdom laden words of her brother could not bring her comfort in his death. They only made her think of his tumultuous life in the past years. She sobbed quietly in the silence.

She regretted not knowing her brother. He had abandoned her, and abandoned the Alliance, but perhaps the cause for his actions was her. Had she abandoned him? Did she ostracize him after his return, so long ago?

The usually-proud women now stood doleful, hunched down as she mourned. Eventually, she summoned the strength to look around the room, the running droplets on her face reflecting the glows of the candles.

Those that were there probably weren't really friends with Luke. She had, truthfully, asked those such as Borsk Fey'lya and Nevin Antilles to come for her own selfish want for support. Winter stood next to her also, her stunningly white hair dimmed by a night-colored shroud.

However, there were others in attendance that were indeed close to her brother. She looked across the room, to see Luke's near-orphaned daughter, Mina Salla. She was not even two years old, confused, but she had been brought by her mother's mother to witness the epilogue to Luke's life.

In addition to her niece, her son stood beside her, alone without his sister. He, unlike Mina, realized that Luke was dead. He had never really interacted with his uncle. She felt more pity for Jonash than she did for herself. Jonash tried to comprehend what happened, but he was too young to understand the depth of the past few days. All he knew was that his uncle was dead, and his Jaina was simply not there.

The rest of the company looked on. Borsk was in the back of the granite rows of seats, looking on at the body of the great Jedi Master. Nevin wasn't even looking at the body, undoubtedly questioning the reason he was here. His lady partner also seemed to be in the same state.

The tears that had set out routes on her face intensified. The surveying of those present only made her think of those who weren't there, whether physically incapable or without care. Her husband, now estranged from Luke, wasn't even here. He wasn't there to comfort her, or to even see the departure of who was once his best friend. He wasn't even there for the past few days, when she needed him the most. He had went off to find Jaina, but...

She let out a deep sorrowful cry, then Winter took her hand, comfortingly. No one was left for Leia without Luke. For the past year, he hadn't even been Luke. Leia had bode her time, hoping that he would drop his meaningless endeavors and return to her. She was wrong, and now he was dead, pointlessly.

He was her anchor, he was adrift.
He had brought her light, there was only darkness in his wake.
He was her compass, indeed he was her guide.
He was her lamp, he was the light of hope within her.
He was null, she was hopeless and left stranded.

All the wise words, poems, and even deep meditation in the Force weren't any comfort to her. Everything she had depended on had left, like a leaf caught in the current of the galaxy. For so many years the candles had been burning. Now Leia was nothing but the melted wax left on the metal.

In a day, there would be billions gathered for the public funeral and eulogy for Luke, and there would be trillions more watching it across the Holonet. Even the sympathies of trillions couldn't come close to replacing the deep-rooted void that one had left in his wake.


Minutes passed. One of the few Jedi councilors from the Temple willing to be associated with Luke stepped from the side of the room, extinguishing the candles. He took the final stick and placed it beneath the pyre, silently. Within moments, the shell of her brother was aflame.

Leia pulled back the veil of her dress and watched as the fires were mirrored by sepia in her eyes. Jonash clasped her hand and looked away from the frightening image, but even a child's touch could divert her gloom.

The room was brightened solely now by the torch that was engulfed with a wall of incredible fire. She kept her eyes transfixed, locked desperately as the visage of her brother was masked by the dancing flames. The brightness made the others divert their eyes, but Leia didn't flinch.

Truthfully, her entire vision was eclipsed by the flames. They seemed to burn around her very self, but left unfulfilled their promise of warmth. Instead, they replaced it with the ever-deep frigidness of space. The flames called out to her, taunting her, prodding her with memories and speaking with their forked mouths of plasma. They screamed as they began to burn her with conviction and guilt: Alderaan... Coruscant... Hoth...Endor. Endor... Endor... ENDOR!

She found herself falling forwards towards the flames, the quick reaction of Winter saving her from falling into the pyre. She pulled Leia back and kept her upright as the grieving woman blinked, shooing away the enveloping seduction of the flames, and, once again, began to cry.


The service was over, and her tears had been cried. The wicks of the candles were now restored, and Leia sat in solemn contemplation after there was nothing left of her brother but ashes. The Jedi councilor had left, promising to leave the party in peace to return later for the ashes. Only those innermost to Leia had remained, except Winter, who had taken Jonash outside the enclosure.

She continued to stare at the depleted pyre and tablet as the others slowly left. Borsk passed by, offering his condolences, his eyes moistened. Nevin and his friend left after offering the same. Mina and her grandmother entreated Leia with a hug, knowing well the awkwardness of their relationship through Luke's insane wife. Leia couldn't bring herself to do any more but nod to their cordialities, though she knew they were sincere. She wasn't ready to stop pushing them away.

Leia was then left in silence. Winter had taken Jonash back to a secure location, and would later return to bring Leia to the same location, but the wise woman had realized Leia desired to be alone with her thoughts.

For a moment, Leia wasn't on Denon anymore; she was in a temple. For once, she didn't have to be Chief of State Leia Organa Solo; she was simply Leia. She was left alone with merely herself, the Force, and the ashes of her brother.

She tasked herself to stand, sniffling and walking slowly to the pyre. It almost seemed like the flames were still burning, the embers still glowing, but the fire had ceased more than an hour ago. Their voices still gnawed at her mind, accusing and besmirching her – beckoning her to join them.

Leia ran a finger through the ashes. This, after all his feats and caveats, was all that Luke had to show. It was times like these she questioned the Force's will for herself, or why she was enslaved to endure more pain than every person in the galaxy. Never before had she lost all hope.

Her hand retreated from the dust and set itself to rest on her small, thin waist, surprised to notice the absence of the large stomach from the child she had been carrying for months. It was no longer there.

How could she come to grips with not only Luke's death, but what she had been forced to do? A child, with the promise of new hope, ripped away from her?! Criminals, thugs, demons, Sith! The Empire! The threat her position carried, for the safety of her and those around her! They had taken her new daughter, born just days ago!

She had given birth, and no sooner did she see the baby that she ordered the doctor to spirit it away, to sever all ties and to take her child to safety. Han didn't know. No one knew. Leia barely even had the chance to know! And now, thanks to the gods, the Force, the Empire, the Alliance, Han – thanks to herself!

...she would never know her.

She fell onto her knees and wailed, pleading with the gods, with the Force, with herself, with the entire galaxy. She had never thought even the pure hatred of the Sith, the galaxy, or the cruel side of the gods could compel this much pain onto her when she was most vulnerable.

It would never end.


Leia continued crying until all simply went black. The next thing she knew was Winter returning with the speeder and prodding her to awaken, concern displayed upon her face. Leia acquiesced, lazily rising and looking at the pyre once again.

So, she would finally leave Luke. All these years, and it wasn't the Sith or the Empire that took Luke – it was a simple illness. She placed her hand upon the dust one last time, dragging her hand through the remnants of the body, now nothing but fine ashes. She looked one last time upon her brother, the memory seared into her mind forever.

Winter took her other hand and began to gently pull her towards the speeder. They would now return to the apartment...and to the rest of Leia's life without Luke.
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Leia sat on the cold floor alone, meditating. It was long since she had taken the time to go back to her Jedi routine, but something was pressing at her to restart it.

Instead of moping for Luke - although it was part of why she was there - she had turned her attention to the future of her family. Han was gods-know where, and Jaina was kidnapped. The newborn - he was gone, mercifully. All she had was Jonash, and Winter had taken him for the night to allow Leia time to think. Although it pained her and worried her to be separated from her son, both she and Winter knew Leia needed time to think.

Sighing, she elevated her head and looked upon the altar where the melted candles remained from the ceremony nights before. It was also the altar where the body of Luke had been burned. However, now the slate was clean; the ashes were interred in the Jedi temple.

Something broke into Leia's thoughts. She slowly stood to her height and looked around the edifice. Suddenly, everything grew a lot colder.
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She is careless.

The thought went through his mind again and again as he watched his own body glide along the street, passing people that didn't even seem to notice the cloaked figure. But the people didn't matter. It was the target that Luke and Jorak were focused on. Leia was what they were after.

They had been following her for some time now, but she still didn't realize it. Jorak was convinced she was careless, but Luke knew better. He knew that she was simply in distress and lacked the training to uncover their presence.

She is careless, and nothing more.

Luke's thoughts froze. Had Jorak heard him? Was he once again aware of his split mind. For a moment, he even worried if the plan he had formulated was in danger, but after a few seconds, Jorak said nothing more. Luke was uneasy, but didn't allow his plan to falter. Not when he was this close.

The city sprawl around them had diminished, leaving them surrounded by plant life. It wasn't much, but on Denon, it was strange to see. Despite the massive city, it was still a beautiful sight in the cold night air.

Finally, they watched as Leia entered a stone temple and disappear inside. Luke felt his body stop and watched as his eyes scanned the area, making sure they were alone. Once the coast was clear, the figure began to glide it's way after her.

It was dark inside, but Luke could feel Leia's presence. His grip on the Force was getting stronger by the minute. Perhaps exorcising this spirit would be easier than he had hoped. Then again, perhaps it wouldn't.

The time for waiting was over. Luke then reached out into the Force, trying his best to tap into Leia's thoughts. Maybe he could still reach her if he--

If you try it, I'll kill her.

Luke stopped as quickly as he started. He didn't want anything to happen to his sister, so decided to let the spirit have control. For now. It still wasn't too late for his plan.

After a long time in the shadows, the cloaked figure moved into the next room. It was much more open than the corridor and near the room's center stood a woman, desperately searching the shadows for something she had felt.

Suddenly, Luke heard himself speak against his control.

"Leia."
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The silent night broke into reverberation, the sound rippling towards Leia's ears. She was startled to hear the unheralded presence of another. The coldness grew more icy, stinging her with fear. At the same time, it also cast a dampness throughout the space, crawling upon her skin, clammy. Out of this was the faint feeling that something was horribly wrong - a warning.

"Leia," the voice had said. She slowly turned about and saw the black figure, hooded so its face could not be seen. The voice was so familiar, but it was like as if it had been strangled. The tone had been altered, like a plant choked by too many weeds.

She didn't know what to say. Who would intrude on her here? Could... this be the taker of Jaina, come to make a devil's bargain? "What do you want," she demanded, more fierce and strong than she had intended. "What do you want!" She growled again, tapping into her strength and surprising ardor.
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She shrieked once again, demanding to know why he was there, but Luke watched helplessly as his body didn't answer. He could hear no thoughts of Jorak's streaming into his own mind, and wondered what he could possibly be thinking of. Finally, he answered her,

"I have come only for your hand by my side. I've know of your power."

She stared at him in wonder, not saying anything in return. The look upon her face was nothing more than confusion. She didn't know what to think of the strange figure.

"I know what you can become. But only at my side can you achieve such a power."

Luke wanted to say something. He wanted to break the confusion and show his sister what had happened to him, but couldn't interfere. Not yet... He had to wait for his plan.

"Don't make the mistake of the Jedi. Follow in my steps and realize your true potential!"

Still no answer. Luke could see there was something odd about her reaction. As if she somehow knew who was speaking, but couldn't remember. He didn't blame her. It had been a long time...

Suddenly, Luke felt his hand rise and remove his hood. Light spilled onto his gruff face, revealing to his sister the face of the man she had just watched die in front of her eyes. He didn't know how she would react. Perhaps she would think it was an illusion? A dream? Or perhaps a ghost come back to speak with her?

But before he could think any further, her eyes met his. He watched her freeze in place and her mouth slowly fall open. The time for waiting was long over. No longer could he bear to watch this nightmare unfold.

Jorak's time was finally up.
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Leia watched the figure, perplexed, as he slowly wound his words, as if he was building a tower upward and upward which grew more menacing the higher it became. Then, suddenly, the tower collapsed to the ground.

"Luke," the woman said quietly, almost only to test that her senses were working. "Luke," she repeated again, moving forward, forgetting the dark tower of words. All she saw now was her brother. Her... fully-alive brother.

The chills running through her body were almost unable to be contained. How could this happen? How could Luke be alive?! She had seen his ashes, felt his death. Seen him... burning. Yet, this verily was him! This was no dream; this was no deception... she could feel her brother, right there.

But he was being... restrained. In the proximity, she could feel it, she could pinpoint the dull alert in her mind that had existed since the night Jaina was kidnapped. Something was wrong.

Then her thoughts slowly were brought back to his offer. Leia suddenly stopped, inches away from Luke's face. The pain of resisting tears and hugging him was almost too great. She had failed to resist the former, but she was compelled not to touch him. She couldn't touch him.

"M-my potential?" was all she could repeat. Her mind was so transfixed on Luke that she could say nothing more.
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"My potential?" she questioned, still staring deep into his eyes. Luke wondered if she could see if anything was wrong.

"Yes. The potential to end up as ruler of the Galaxy! By my side!"

As hard as he could, Luke concentrated on her. He tried to talk to her using any way he could, but nothing seemed to work. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity had passed, something happened that shocked both Jorak and Luke.

"Leia!"

A voice had erupted from his mouth. It was not Jorak who had said it. The voice was different. After all his trying, Luke was finally through, but Jorak wasn't going to make it easy.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to leave us in peace!" he screeched at himself. Leia could do nothing more than watch in horror.

"Leia!" he heard himself call again. "Leia... Help!!" His words were difficult to get through, but could think of nothing else to say other than to call for help. His only hope was that she could see the truth. That she could hear him.
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Leia couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her lips were quivering and her hands were shaking. It wasn't in fear, however. It was in disbelief. Not only had her brother returned, but he came back insane.

Fighting against her inhibition, Leia daringly stepped forward and clenched her fists. "You're not Luke!" She screamed. Then, she looked deeper, past her brother's eyes. Realization crept into her mind, back to Endor, back to what she thought was the redemption of her brother.

She looked into the demon behind the body. "I got rid of you once," she said slowly, not allowing her incredible fear to show. "And I'll do it again! Let him go!" Leia cried, leaning on an understanding that was far beyond her own.
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"I told you..." Jorak began to tell him as he fought to keep control, "not... to interfere!"

Luke was doing everything in his power to take control of his body once again. And to his surprise, it was beginning to work. His body lurched back and forth with awkward steps as the two men wrestled command back and forth. He couldn't imagine how terrifying the whole experience would be to his sister.

"And I told you!" Luke finally burst out. "To leave... me... alone!"

He tried to turn away from Leia, but only succeeded for a moment. His body wrenched to one side, then whipped back to face her. His arms flailed grotesquely, acting as though they were being controlled by a puppeteer. Two souls vying for the control of a single body, and each getting their turn.

"If... you won't... end this, she dies!"

He could see the horror in Leia's eyes get only deeper and knew he didn't have time to react. With an extended arm, a wave of Force energy went through his palm, sending the woman soaring back and into the altar behind her. She slumped to the floor, shaken from the sudden attack, as a thin, metal object rolled out from her body. It was Luke's lightsaber.

Instinctively, Luke threw out his hand and pulled it towards him. As it approached his hand, he felt his body turn away from it and watched as his other hand grabbed it from the air. Jorak now had the weapon.

As Leia's head rose slowly to see what had happened, a familiar sound heralded the eerie green light emanating from the ignited blade. Once her eyes had reached his own, she realized his intent, and froze in place. Jorak raised the blade above his head and began to drop it at an alarming speed, but Luke caught it just in time.

He felt the cold, artificial limb in his grip as he held back his other arm. It was certainly a strange sight. A man fighting with his own body to save another.

Finally, he pushed the other hand away, giving Leia enough time to scramble out of the way. However, Jorak was quick and swung the blade in a wide arc, slicing through the flowers and burnt candles atop the altar. He tried to swing back the other way, ensuring he would hit the fleeing woman, but something stopped him.

Luke still had control of at least one arm and was reaching through the Force, grabbing and pulling upon the lightsaber hilt. After a brief moment of tense struggling, the other hand shot open, sending the object whizzing into his free hand.

Before he could react any further, the other arm was extended once again, choking Leia from across the room. In between her gasps for air, he could feel her calling for help. She needed his help. She needed Luke.

A second had hardly passed before he realized what he had to do, and made no hesitation to complete it. The green glow returned and once again raised into the air. Only this time, the blade dropped and made contact with his own hand, severing the mechanical limb. He cried in pain for a brief moment, then threw the lightsaber into a dark corridor, ensuring nether of them would have it. To his relief, his sister slumped to the ground again, clutching her neck and breathing heavily.

His body was down to it's knees. Luke knew Jorak felt defeated, and could do little else at this point, but his determination was relentless. And there was still one weapon he had left....
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Her throat was still throbbing from the pain as Leia pushed herself to her feet, scaling the wall for support. She ignored how her muscles resisted – too much was at stake. “Luke!” she cried, hoarsely, but no less concerned.

She looked between her brother and the severed hand on the floor – another piece of the puzzle! For a brief moment, her thoughts were invaded by the remembrance of an important detail: the mechanical hand, the prize for Luke's hastiness on Bespin, was not amongst the ashes. This surely was her brother.

And he was in pain, beyond what Leia was in now. It wasn't just physical pain, although that must have been great; it was anguish. It was a heavy weight covering a geyser of emotion, hiding the pressure inside until it burst forth. But what was that weight? What was holding her brother back?

The tears felt hot upon her frozen face, but still they came. She looked through the blurriness at her brother, on his knees as if in atonement – however, it was more than that. “Stay back!” he called out, strained by the torment within and without. “I don't,” he labored, every word a struggle. “Want you getting... hurt.”

Leia might have laughed if the mood were not such. If she needed more assurance Luke lay contained within that poor capsule, that was it. “I'm not a little girl, Luke,” she said quietly, the calm before the storm. Then she looked into the familiar, but now perverted, intricate depths of navy-blue.

And it was clear. Slumping forward from the protective, coddling wall, she stood before this wight. The hurt of raising her arm outstretched to Luke almost discouraged her, but both of them knew he need to leave, by any means possible. Then, Leia gathered up all of her years of sparse training from Luke and self-tutelage, and cast it all at the two-faced entity on its knees in front of her.

Back flew Luke's body, the central region of his back slamming into the edge of one of the many hard stone pews. He fell out into the central isle, his head bouncing off of the cold rock plates. Leia averted her eyes at the last moment, unable to watch the conclusion of what she had inflicted. The exertion caused her to slump back against the altar behind her.

But, it was the edge needed. The body lie sprawled on the floor for several moments, then slowly it rose. A small smile rose to its lips – Luke's lips. And for the first time in almost two years, Leia got a glimpse of her brother.

As soon as it came, however, a vengefulness pierced the quiet of the temple, dragging Luke down to the floor, sending his hand up to his head, vainly trying to block out the other presence. He fell to his knees and Leia's heart dropped.

Turning away, drips of sorrow flowing in the valleys of her cheeks, Leia was losing hope. Then she spied something. Away in the darkness glinted a cylinder. The woman called it to her hand, and it came. In a fluid motion, despair was proved mutable. The viridian glow filled the sanctuary, and soon the blade was before Luke's neck.

For one separated from the inner thoughts of these actions, there might have been doubt as to Leia's actions. However, they were guided by Luke himself. The spirit was being forced away, from within.. and from without.
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Luke could hardly see what was going on. With a hand on his head, he was doing everything in his power to keep the blinding pain from overtaking him. He didn't know where Leia was, but he needed her help to rid himself of this... thing. No longer was her sure that Jorak was a man. After all, what man could possibly cause suffering like this?

Suddenly, something brought him back to reality, causing his eyes to tear themselves open. The green blade of his lightsaber was now side-by-side with his own neck. Leia was holding the hilt, pointing it toward the man, keeping him at bay.

"What... are you doing to me!?" Luke demanded. His head thrashed back and forth a few times before he received an answer.

"If I will be denied life... Then so shall you!!"

A shriek pierced the air as Leia screamed in protest, raising the blade and causing him to raise his head to look her in the eyes. She stared deep into his eyes, as if she could see the struggle taking place behind them. He could tell she wanted to help.

"Get out!" she cried as threateningly as she could. The lightsaber was shaking slightly in her quivering hands. "Luke!" she screamed. She knew what she had to do.

He stared back, and every moment that he did, he became more and more calm. Eventually, the violent thrashing began to die down and his hand returned to his lap, cradling the other, wounded arm in his palm. Although physically, he was calm, the battle was still raging within. But maybe this new strength - Leia's strength - would be enough to...

"You died 4000 years ago... This isn't where you belong. Go back to the void..." Luke demanded, but there was no response. Jorak didn't speak back to him. Instead, he heard only his thoughts.

The void has held me, but failed to keep me. It will never deny me from my aspirations. You would be unwise to believe this as the end of me, Jedi, as my time in this Galaxy is far from over.

With that, he unleashed one last surge of pain, causing spasms across Luke's entire body. It felt as if his organs were being torn in half, but he knew he had to prevail. As things began to become blurry, Luke wondered if this really was the end.

Suddenly, he recalled Cloud City. After dueling his father and being lost beneath the city, there was only one thing he had left. Only one thing that kept him from certain death...

Leia...

As quickly as the spasms began, they ended, leaving him kneeling on the ground, hunched over and exhausted. For a moment, he thought he would be alright, but soon felt his body falling to it's side and could do nothing to stop it.

As he slipped out of consciousness, he could feel the cold, hard floor beneath him. He wondered how Leia had passed such strength on to him and tried to make sense of everything that had just happened, but none of that mattered anymore.

All that mattered is that his thoughts were finally quiet again.
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