Themed Drabbles Set 20

A Light in the Dark

Three year old Thi Lessirn huddles in the small compartment -a ventilation shaft which leads into the depths the building, and Coruscant itself. Those dark and wild regions which are still controlled by Vonglife. Thi shivers, fear racing through her, as she can hear the men in black armor yelling at her parents.

She hears a whisper of movement, and turns to see a young man. Intense bright blue eyes shine in the dim light. The shadow of a grin flashes on his face.

His voice is calm and reassuring. "It's okay now."

A shaft of purple light startles her.

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Steer by the Stars

Han Solo groans as he looks at the mass of burned wires and melted circuitry which used to be the main console of the Falcon. From the depths of the ship he can hear the pinging of molten metal cooling, and he leans back in the battered chair. The Falcon damaged thanks to Jacen.

Sighing, he sends power to the engines, and activates the manual controls.

"What now?"

He glances over his shoulder and sees Leia. Her white robes stained with dirt, grease and blood, yet fire shines in her eyes.

"Wouldn't be the first time we've gone without hyperdrive."

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Shake the Heavens

The power they pull towards one another is awesome. A fundamental shift in the forces which the Jedi up until now have drawn upon. The two are fundamental aspects of the Force. Good. Evil. Light. Dark. The Living. The Unifying. Jedi. Sith.

They cannot escape this.

Everything they have suffered in their short lives has driven them to this point. To this battle.

The calm environment of the Jedi Council Chambers is a focal point for their battle. They twirl and bat their blades at one another. A physical representation of a battle of wills.

Of a battle of philosophy.

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Beneath These Hands

Fifteen year old Ben Skywalker sits huddled in the corner of the room. A few meters away is the broken and bloody body of his mother.

Next to her are the charred remains of her killer.

He shivers as he stares at his hands. The blackened burns on the tips of his fingers where the energy he released - the energy of his hate, anger and fear - erupted. Even now thin wisps of grey smoke drift from the burns.

He can feel tears as they track down his face, a cool touch of moisture against his anger.

"What have I done?"

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The Path and the Walker

Can there be a path without a walker?

Can a walker exist without a path?

What drives a good man to perform such great evils? What pressures evil to sacrifice itself for good?

As Anakin looks down at the empty shell of his brother he ponders these questions. Wonderings of an existential nature which he has never cared about, yet which have always plagued him.

For a moment, he wonders which he is. The path or the walker.

Does he do what he desire, or is he merely a vehicle lead forward by fate and destiny?

And does it matter?