June 9th- Drabble
“Skywalker- report to High Command immediately.” The voice coming from his comm didn’t break through Luke’s mind. His focus on fixing the X-wing’s engine for Wedge and every nightmare of his mind eating up his focus.
It was only weeks after the fight in Bespin- if it could even be called that. Looking back on it, Luke understood now that Vader had just been toying with him, testing him.
Realistically, Luke had no chance of winning. He was doomed to fail from the second he landed on Cloud City.
“Luke?” A gentle nudge to his shoulder finally caught Luke’s attention. Sitting next to him was Wedge, a concerned look on his face.
The repeating beeping of his comm finally noticed, too.
“Kriff” The Jedi muttered, clicking it off. “What’s happening?” At first, Luke thought the concern and stress on Wedge’s face came from how often Luke was loosing time. But a poke in the force revealed something else, something else in the galaxy was making echos.
Stressful in some waves and hopeful in others.
Around them, the entire hangar was actually empty. That was strange, in and of itself. Rebels were always pouring in and out of the hangar, ready to get up and leave the base if need be.
“I didn’t ask you before ‘cause you didn’t want to talk about it, but what did Vader say to you?”
“Why?”
Wedge swallowed, pulling out a holopad. He flicked up a news channel and handed it over to Luke. With shaky hands, Luke accepted it, scanning over the headlines.
Luke Skywalker felt his heart drop.
On Imperial Centre, the dark fire of Lord Vader’s force presence slid lightyears and lightyears to Luke’s bright white fire. Curling around it with possessive black tendrils that made the young blonde feel like a trapped animal.
Or a droid in a restraining bolt.
“Luke, they others aren’t going to as understanding- what did Vader say?”
Luke’s voice died in his throat- his eyes no longer comprehending the words on the holopad.
Each holopad said a variation of a similar thing: Emperor Palpatine dead, Lord Vader reveals heir as Imperial Prince Luke Skywalker.
Long Live Emperor Skywalker.
Kriffin’ hell, Father.
