Themed Drabbles Set 19

OneShe was the first girl that he ever loved. His upbringing failed to provide a lot of opportunities for social interaction with people his age, so when he went to the Jedi Academy he was dumb founded by the red-head in green leather armor. The long legs and perfect musculature drove his dreams.

He decided then and there that she was the One.

Now, years later, he knows just how right he was back then. She is the One.

As he ignites his saber, and takes a moment to watch the green glow, he just never realized what that meant.

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Three

For as long as he can remember, it has always been the three of them. He watches Yavin 4 fall away on one of the Falcon's monitors and realizes that that is just not true anymore.

From now one, things are going to be different. It's no longer the Solo children. Now it is the Solo Twins, and then Anakin Solo. A separate entity.

He grieves. He almost gives into his desire to cry over such things. Yet he resolves himself to be strong. In the back of his head, a voice tells him that this is for the best.

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Five

Those early days of their training were the best of their lives. They fought. They laughed. They worked. They played. They had no idea of the heartache and pain which awaited them in the future.

The twin children of the Chief of State.

A princess.

A street urchin.

And a wookie.

An eclectic collection of friends. They had always assumed they were destined for greatness. That they were going to one day be the guiding light of the Jedi. Beacons of justice for the galaxy.
Yet destiny is a cruel joke.

Most often on those who dream the biggest dreams.

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Seven

Tahiri's green eyes shine with an intense fire as she stares at the man in the black armor. She can see him through the clear transparisteel wall of the vacuum chamber.

Seven minutes. That's all the time she has before she suffocates.

And she has no doubts that those who hold her will kill her once she loses consciousness. She can feel that, in the tight iron mental control of her captors.

She sees another walk in. Dressed in black armor, but without a helmet. Jacen. Hope soars for a second. Then crashes with the cold sparkle of his eyes.

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Nine

Nine years.

It had been nine years since the last time he had felt the sun on his skin. Even longer since he had felt the cool touch of the Force. As he stands outside the warehouse where his father's cousin had imprisoned him, he glorifies in the sensations of both.

He knows that his touching the Force, his pulling it to him in this way, is causing ripples which can be felt around the galaxy.

With a grin he realizes he doesn't care.

He almost dances as he announces to every Force user out there, that he has returned.