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Her Son's Legacy by Irene Heron (G)
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: none specified
Author's website: Luminous beings
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irene_heron
Why this must be read:
One of the things that really bothered me about SW in my teens was when the bad guys blew up a planet, they were evil. When the good guys did the same, they were liberating the galaxy, and had no more remorse than the bad guys.
Fanfiction is marvelous in that it gives us a chance to explore and rectify this. The remorse is there, now that there's peace, and time for grief.
In "Her Son's Legacy," Luke Skywalker comes face to face with a woman whose life he has literally destroyed with that one proton torpedo. Together, they confront the realities of war, and the depth of forgiveness.
This story chokes me up every time.
Well, here I am. Site of my greatest triumph, some say. An obscure and remote planetary system, forgotten and unvisited except by tourists and the occasional scholar. Unremarkable in many ways, except for this ragged cloud of debris and the ruins on the fourth moon.
Debris, hell, who am I kidding? They deserve better than to be called debris. All one million one hundred nine thousand and seventeen of them. Yeah, Luke, you really deserve a pat on the back for murdering over a million souls. And the funny thing is, I used to think I did a good thing here.
He was alone in the observation lounge, standing in front of the great crystalplex window which framed a view of the Yavin gas giant and the green moon beyond. The holographic re-enactment of the battle was over, the spectators dispersed. Somewhere beneath him, in the belly of the cruise liner, passengers boarded landing shuttles that would take them to the moon, an optional excursion to visit the rebel base in its crumbling temple.
Her Son's Legacy
Pairing: none specified
Author's website: Luminous beings
Author on LJ:
irene_heronWhy this must be read:
One of the things that really bothered me about SW in my teens was when the bad guys blew up a planet, they were evil. When the good guys did the same, they were liberating the galaxy, and had no more remorse than the bad guys.
Fanfiction is marvelous in that it gives us a chance to explore and rectify this. The remorse is there, now that there's peace, and time for grief.
In "Her Son's Legacy," Luke Skywalker comes face to face with a woman whose life he has literally destroyed with that one proton torpedo. Together, they confront the realities of war, and the depth of forgiveness.
This story chokes me up every time.
Well, here I am. Site of my greatest triumph, some say. An obscure and remote planetary system, forgotten and unvisited except by tourists and the occasional scholar. Unremarkable in many ways, except for this ragged cloud of debris and the ruins on the fourth moon.
Debris, hell, who am I kidding? They deserve better than to be called debris. All one million one hundred nine thousand and seventeen of them. Yeah, Luke, you really deserve a pat on the back for murdering over a million souls. And the funny thing is, I used to think I did a good thing here.
He was alone in the observation lounge, standing in front of the great crystalplex window which framed a view of the Yavin gas giant and the green moon beyond. The holographic re-enactment of the battle was over, the spectators dispersed. Somewhere beneath him, in the belly of the cruise liner, passengers boarded landing shuttles that would take them to the moon, an optional excursion to visit the rebel base in its crumbling temple.
Her Son's Legacy