Black Coloration Doesn't Always Mean Evil...

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Uncle Owen is very much like the way he’d been briefed on what to expect in this upcoming encounter, alas. Just what we do NOT need right now, really. Guy shall be getting underfoot and tripping us up, I foresee.

"I told you to not come back for the boy and . . . ," he begins, raising his blaster rifle and starts to aim it towards Kenobi, only to pause and freeze when . . .

. . .

When he sees all of the "targeting lasers" (handy devices, those) suddenly alighting his body (mine being one). Even IF we really do not plan on killing this loud mouthed peasant, I believe we've at least gotten him to know his place and NOT draw weapons on people!

. . .

Inquirer's right. Guns don't kill people, stupidity does! If nothing else, at least we've frightened him enough into NOT being stupid for the moment!

"Uh . . . is this really necessary?" Kenobi protests, gesturing at our drawn guns. "I mean, you MUST admit that he's only doing . . . what he feel is right and this IS his homestead."

"Yes to all of that," the Doctor (the only one NOT to draw a weapon) sighs. "However, I fear that my friends do not take kindly to having weapons pointed in their general direction at them at ALL! May I suggest that we ALL lower our weapons together and . . . discuss this in a calm and rational manner? Shouting and shooting are hardly a good means of civilized conversation, old chap!"

The last is directed at Owen, who swallows nervously and slowly lays his weapon to the ground and backs away, in surrender.

We return the favor and re-holster our weapons, much to his relief.

Hey! We might be able to do this next part without any weapons fired in anger, after all! Oh, we'd do it on "heavy stun" (an option I'd only thought possible with certain magical items but I'm told that these eldritch "phasers" are "science based"), but still . . .

Of course, I'm being too optimistic here and God (or Whoever) has to have just one more joke upon his creations!

"Hey!" a young man shouts, rushing out from underground. "Uncle Owen, I've got some questions that . . .!"

The young man's eyes grow wide in surprise (and a bit of trepidation) when they fall upon first me and then the rest of my group, clearly seeming to recognize some of us and ME especially.

I've never met this guy before.

Lightning quick, he draws and ignites a . . . lightsaber I believe it is called and holds it out before him, defensively.

"What are you doing here with me again?" he shouts, wide eyed. "Wasn't that last time on Dagobah enough for you? Where's that one bearded guy?!

"What the hell happened to your eyes?!" he finishes up, clearly frightened of me.

Oh great, just what I need. They see an elf with inky black eyes (the windows to the soul, they say) and think that automatically think they're evil and doom and destruction are on the hoof.

Heh! Might as well say that the black that Inquirer (and some of the others) of my group are wearing is proof POSITIVE that we are in league with dark magicks and demons! Not at all giving any thought that some are STILL in mourning (and black is for mourning, in my land)....

. . .

Well . . . if I wasn't just a "proto" Dark Elf I guess . . . he'd be right, damnit.

"Luke, put that lightsaber down and calm down!" Obi Wan calls out to the confused young man in question. "You're going to hurt someone or yourself with that thing without training!"

An agreived look (almost as if he'd been insulted) passes over young Luke Skywalker's face, only to be replaced by total startlement as his eyes fall upon . . .

"Ben?!" he gasps, lowering his lightsaber and extinguishing it with nary a gesture. "Bu-but you're dead! I SAW Vader strike you down on the Death Star!!"

"What?" Kenobi blinks, glancing at us then back at Luke, about as out to sea as the rest of us in confusion.

. . .

Well, it takes some doing (and a bit of shouting) in the end to sort things out, but we manage it. Our young Luke here seems to have met my friends before . . . in a another realm which was touched by some hellish place/nonplace (as the Doctor describes it . . . whatever) called Game 3 in a "Farscape" reality (re: 40965). It appears that in that earlier encounter with my group (back when my analog sister, E'eysha, had been running with the Doctor) had rather spooked the poor boy, shall we say. Or rather, that one rather eccentric friend of Chiana who she keeps going on (and ON) about, John Crichton, had spooked him.

Later, I'll come to the conclusion that Luke had EVERY right to be taken aback by Crichton, guy's a NUTTER!

. . .

Anyway, it appears that before finally being unknowingly released back into "normal" reality from Game 3's embrace, our young Luke here had lived a rather . . . eventful life for a few years before finally meeting my group and a little afterwards . . . .right up to a point after the drubbing he'd taken by . . . Lord Vader.

. . .

His father. He'd actually met and nearly gotten himself . . . And the topper was that his father told HIM who he was.

"Luke, I am you father," I hear my friend and fellow elf, Gilmuriel mutter to himself in disgust, recalling a line from a "movie" I have yet to see. One of the many movies that is related to this mess we'd just landed face first into, alas!

"Ben, why didn't you tell me about my father?!" Luke finally exclaims almost pitifully.

Inquirer bites off a scream of frustration with visible effort (she's been through so very much . . . and has not even YET gotten a chance to properly grief for that one departed friend of her's, Dr. Vincent), and then turns and glares at Luke (who blinks at the sudden vehemence in her glare).

"Listen," Inquirer snaps, in a voice that is more of a growl (she's getting VERY tired of this fiasco and wants to short circuit if before it grows any more out of hand). "You already KNOW why he hasn't told you. Time got frelling twisted BACK upon itself because of Game 3 here with you so there was no Frickin' WAY he could have told you YET! He hasn't met you before now to be ABLE to tell you about Vader . . . or lie about who Vader really is or is NOT!"

A glare by Inquirer over at Owen and Kenobi (who look ready to explode themselves over this whole affair) silences them. Right now . . .anything that they might say or do just will further muddle the picture.

"Uh well, right but . . .," Luke slowly concedes, forehead creased in consternation. "But he would have . . ."

"Too damn late now to accuse him of things he could/would have done," Inquirer sighs. "The timelines been screwed up three trillion ways from Tuesday and you cannot crucify Ben for 'might have been', or at least you BETTER not do it. Else I might be obligated in putting you in the grave for some of the things that you'd have done in a 'might have been' situation . . . . Darth Nemesis!"

The last part is, I find later, the Sith name Luke Skywalker might have taken if he'd fallen to the Dork Side . . . er. . . .Dark Side in some Star Wars movie after this republic was re-established and the Jedi Academy restarted. Episode 7 or 8 if I recall correctly, must ask Inquirer about it.

Eventually, he would have been won back (but not totally) to the Light side enough to be a "Grey" jedi (neither totally Light or Dark), but that's by the by and too darn confusing right now for this twisted mess we are in right now as it stands. Less said the better since we already are making our rather blunt point here!

"I fall to the Dark Side?" Luke blanches, turning pale as milk.

"Damn near would have if the Falcon hadn't whisked your ass away near the end of the Cloud City thing," the mechanical woman sighs. "And without proper training . . . completing your training under the right circumstances under the RIGHT jedi master. No, not Ben but Yoda, you've got to do it, else . . ."

And maybe not even then, considering . . ., Inquirer sighs, sharing with us the stuff in that movie I just mentioned. The one that never got made in SOME "modern" Earths, I am told...

"When, not IF the Emperor finally punches through the interference we are generating he and Vader are going to detect you," Elrondir puts in from the side, drawling. "Oh, they'd just LOVE to complete your training . . . as a Sith there, Luke me boy!"

And considering Ben's track record I figure it would be better be Yoda, our young hot headed elfin brother to Inquirer adds with a touch of ironic disgust.

Yep, Ben had trained Anakin Skywalker and . . . .look what he was now! A Sith Lord called Darth Vader, that's what Anakin was!

"As an aside," Inquirer adds, giving her brother a glance that promises a sharp brother/sister discussion later over the glares he's just gotten for that little quip. "Ben did what . . . he would have done because . . . he's trying to win release of his old friend from being a very slave to the Dark Side. It would be a mercy more than anything else and now . . . he's too old to take on Vader and win. It needs to be someone and . . . the mercy blow he felt lay with the son: you."

Nothing was said about that last one, but I see that at least Luke is considering it (and nodding slightly).

Uncle Owen and Luke's aunt are still silent, still having trouble absorbing all that has been revealed this rather strange night. Think that the news that the first time around that they'd been killed had been VERY hard on them, but . . .we can't really pull punches right now because IF Luke fails . . . we've got a problem!

"I wish to complete my training," Luke finally says to them, waving them to silence when they begin to protest. "Perhaps NOT like my father but I MUST complete it. Else . . I am a danger . . . to everyone around me and myself."

We find out that he's so still conflicted within, emotionally, that he knows that he would NOT be an asset but a decide liability in our quest here. He must seek out Yoda as soon as he leaves this place, without US. We part ways tonight (much to Kenobi's consternation).

"But who's going to destroy the Death Star this time around?" he finally asks us, right before getting into his rather beat up landspeeder. "And by chance . . . do you know anything in all that 'wisdom' and 'foresight' of yours about some of our guests over there?"

He gestures over at some women who'd been taking shelter (as ordered) until the danger passed...

"For God's love," my love swears softly upon seeing the younger of the two women.

I would swear that the older (rather handsome) woman is dressed like a magic user (a necromancer as a guess by the cut and color of that outfit), but . . . the younger one! I feel that against all odds . . . we've actually stumbled across our lost analog twins of my love and that one Bambi woman!

See, that young woman I'm looking at?

1. She is dressed in the clothing of nobility, with the heraldic symbol of House D'Honaire: a golden griffin rearing up on it's hind legs in battle!!

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