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After the Last War is Won by Tenshi (PG)
Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Luke, Leia/Han
Author on LJ: none known
Author Website: fbishonenink)
Why this must be read:
I am a Jedi, like my father before me.
Forget the EU, this is what might have happened if the Temple had been left to stand, vacant and vandalized, during Palpatine's reign, and how Luke would have taken custody of it after Palpatine's death. It's about rebuilding, and learning from past mistakes, and going on. And it's about friendship.
"I just don't think it's secure, that's all," Han said, hotly. He wasn't sure when he had stopped being the older one, sometime in those lost years of sleep and carbonite. "Not everybody on this planet is thrilled we're here, you know. It wouldn't be too hard for some of the insurgents to charge in here and--"
"Nobody on the side of the Empire is going to come here." Luke said, somber again, but with a faint gleam in his eyes, as of grim triumph. "This is enemy territory to them, and has always been, even like it is now. Why do you think it hasn't been burned to the ground already, after all this time? They just left it with a handful of stormtroopers at the entrances. They're afraid of it. Even the Emperor was afraid of it. He didn't dare tear it down."
"Afraid of a building?" Han, while his own skin crawled and he had to constantly keep from turning over his shoulder as though expecting someone there, could not imagine a man like Palpatine being afraid of a ruined hulk of permacrete and durasteel. "All the Jedi were dead."
Luke looked out over the lower colonnade below, the sweeping staircases littered with rubble. "That doesn't mean they left."
Han's stomach did a funny little sideways shimmy that he usually associated with the first pull of the hyperdrive, and his hands were oddly cold. It was hardly surprising that he failed to find an answer to that.
"So if nobody dared come when the empire was at the height of its power, why would they come now?" Luke raised his eyebrows at the smuggler, who was looking as though he very much did and did not want to look behind him. "If you were still loyal to the Empire, would you come here?"
Han thought it not judicious to say that he personally would not ever darken the door of the place, no matter what his loyalties were. Chewbacca had once, over drinks sometime when the work was slow and the bar empty, spoken of the Massacre as he had heard it at the time, and the memory of his low sorrowful yiffs was enough to make Han's blood run colder than it already was. "There's nothing worth salvage, is there?" he toed a long low carbon mark on the floor, and realized the tile itself had melted in a shallow groove, the sweep of a lightsaber's path. "What are you expecting to find?"
Luke didn't answer, he just knelt where he stood and breathed hard on the floor as though resuscitating a victim of atmosphere loss. The fine grimy veil blossomed backwards from his breath, and on the floor, in blue and white Alderaan marble, great wings unfurled around a shining star. He pulled the glove free from his left hand, and placed his bare palm down in the center of the star. "...Everything."
After the Last War is Won
Pairing: Luke, Leia/Han
Author on LJ: none known
Author Website: fbishonenink)
Why this must be read:
I am a Jedi, like my father before me.
Forget the EU, this is what might have happened if the Temple had been left to stand, vacant and vandalized, during Palpatine's reign, and how Luke would have taken custody of it after Palpatine's death. It's about rebuilding, and learning from past mistakes, and going on. And it's about friendship.
"I just don't think it's secure, that's all," Han said, hotly. He wasn't sure when he had stopped being the older one, sometime in those lost years of sleep and carbonite. "Not everybody on this planet is thrilled we're here, you know. It wouldn't be too hard for some of the insurgents to charge in here and--"
"Nobody on the side of the Empire is going to come here." Luke said, somber again, but with a faint gleam in his eyes, as of grim triumph. "This is enemy territory to them, and has always been, even like it is now. Why do you think it hasn't been burned to the ground already, after all this time? They just left it with a handful of stormtroopers at the entrances. They're afraid of it. Even the Emperor was afraid of it. He didn't dare tear it down."
"Afraid of a building?" Han, while his own skin crawled and he had to constantly keep from turning over his shoulder as though expecting someone there, could not imagine a man like Palpatine being afraid of a ruined hulk of permacrete and durasteel. "All the Jedi were dead."
Luke looked out over the lower colonnade below, the sweeping staircases littered with rubble. "That doesn't mean they left."
Han's stomach did a funny little sideways shimmy that he usually associated with the first pull of the hyperdrive, and his hands were oddly cold. It was hardly surprising that he failed to find an answer to that.
"So if nobody dared come when the empire was at the height of its power, why would they come now?" Luke raised his eyebrows at the smuggler, who was looking as though he very much did and did not want to look behind him. "If you were still loyal to the Empire, would you come here?"
Han thought it not judicious to say that he personally would not ever darken the door of the place, no matter what his loyalties were. Chewbacca had once, over drinks sometime when the work was slow and the bar empty, spoken of the Massacre as he had heard it at the time, and the memory of his low sorrowful yiffs was enough to make Han's blood run colder than it already was. "There's nothing worth salvage, is there?" he toed a long low carbon mark on the floor, and realized the tile itself had melted in a shallow groove, the sweep of a lightsaber's path. "What are you expecting to find?"
Luke didn't answer, he just knelt where he stood and breathed hard on the floor as though resuscitating a victim of atmosphere loss. The fine grimy veil blossomed backwards from his breath, and on the floor, in blue and white Alderaan marble, great wings unfurled around a shining star. He pulled the glove free from his left hand, and placed his bare palm down in the center of the star. "...Everything."
After the Last War is Won