tatooine_doofus: (Luke: lost)
JORUS C'BAOTH. HUMAN. BORN IN REITECAS, ON BORTRAS, ON 4\3\112. PRE-EMPIRE DATE.

Luke made a face as he watched the words scroll up the Old Senate Library computer screen. What was it about new regimes, he wondered, that one of their first official acts always seemed to be the creation of a new dating system, which they then went and applied to all existing historical records? The Galactic Empire had done that, as had the Old Republic before it. He could only hope that the New Republic wouldn't follow suit. History was hard enough to keep track of as it was.        

ATTENDED MIRNIC UNIVERSITY 6\4\95 TO 4\32\90 PE. ATTENDED JEDI TRAINING CENTER ON KAMPARAS 2\15\90 TO 8\33\8 PE. PRIVATE JEDI TRAINING BEGUN 9\88 PE; INSTRUCTOR UNKNOWN. GRANTED TITLE OF JEDI KNIGHT 3\6\86 PE. OFFICIALLY ASSUMED TITLE OF JEDI MASTER 4\3\74 PE. SUMMARY ENDS FURTHER DETAILS OF SCHOOLING AND TRAINING?        

"No," Luke said, frowning. C'baoth had assumed the title of Jedi Master? He'd always been under the impression that that title, like the rank of Jedi Knight itself, was something that was granted by the rest of the Jedi community and not simply self-proclaimed. "Give me the highlights of his record as a Jedi."        

MEMBER OF ANDO DEMILITARIZATION OBSERVATION GROUP 8\82 TO 7\81 PE. MEMBER OF SENATE INTERSPECIES ADVISORY COMMITTEE 9\81 TO 6\79 PE. PERSONAL JEDI ADVISER TO SENATOR PALPATINE 6\79 TO's\77—        

"Stop," Luke ordered, a sudden shiver running up his back. Jedi adviser to Senator Palpatine? "Detail C'baoth's service to Senator Palpatine."  

The computer seemed to consider the request. UNAVAILABLE, the answer came at last.

"Unavailable, or just classified?" Luke countered. UNAVAILABLE, the computer repeated.        

Luke grimaced. But there was little he could do about it for the moment. "Continue."        

MEMBER OF JEDI FORCE ASSEMBLED TO OPPOSE THE DARK JEDI INSURRECTION ON BPFASSH 7\77 TO 1\74 PE. ASSISTED IN RESOLVING ALDERAAN ASCENDANCY CONTENTION 11\7O PE. ASSISTED JEDI MASTER TRA'S M'INS IN MEDIATION OF DUINUOGWUIN-GOTAL CONFLICT l\68 TO 4\66 PE. NAMED AMBASSADOR AT LARGE TO XAPPYH SECTOR 8\21\62 PE BY SENATE. HIGHLY INSTRUMENTAL IN CONVINCING SENATE TO AUTHORIZE AND FUND OUTBOUND FLIGHT PROJECT. ONE OF SIX JEDI MASTERS ATTACHED TO PROJECT 7\7\65 PE. NO RECORD EXISTS AFTER PROJECT DEPARTURE FROM YAGA MINOR, 4\1\64.

Luke leaned back in his chair, gazing at the display and chewing at the inside of his cheek. So not only had C'baoth once been an adviser to the man who would someday declare himself Emperor, but he'd also been part of the attack against those Dark Jedi from the Sluis sector that Leia had told him about. One of whom had survived long enough to face Master Yoda on Dagobah.

He reached for his comlink, hoping it wasn't too late (or early, or something) in Georgetown. "Hey, Dad? It's me. I have a few questions about a Jedi named Jorus C'baoth..."
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: small smile)
Luke was stuck on Sluis Van for the foreseeable future--an Imperial strike right when he'd arrived (and if he didn't know better, he'd think they were tracking his X-Wing)--and had made his rounds of annoying Wedge (also stuck) and then Lando (also also stuck) and was now staring at the giant melted piece of metal that was preventing his X-Wing from getting back to Coruscant.

His comm went off. "Skywalker."

It was Leia, speaking so quickly that Luke made her repeat herself. "White admiral uniform? I thought we'd accounted for all of the Grand Admirals."

More from Leia. "You can call him too, you know," he said softly.

Much more from Leia.

"Fine! Fine! I'll do it. But he'd love to hear from you. Love you," he said, disconnecting the call, then taking a deep breath and calling back to Fandom.

"Hey, Dad? It's me. I've got a question about a Grand Admiral..."
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: join me father)
The trilling code, coming from somewhere far behind him, startled Luke up out of his dreamless sleep. "Okay, Artoo, I'm awake," he said groggily, rubbing at his eyes. His knuckles bumped up against the visor of his flight helmet, reminding him of what the circumstances of his hibernation exercise had been.

Dead hyperdrives. No power. Great.

"Is anything wrong?" he asked, then ignored Artoo's anxious warble as he saw what had gotten the droid to wake him: another ship bearing down on them. From a first impression of the ship--a slightly dilapidated Corellian cruiser--Luke didn't think it was anything Imperial. But there wasn't much of a chance this was a random encounter, either.

The flashing radio signal on his console indicated he was being hailed. "--need assistance?" a slightly familiar female voice was asking. "Repeating: unidentified starfighter, this is the freighter Wild Karrde. Do you need assistance?"

It would take fifteen minutes for the X-Wing to power up, let alone actually move anywhere, so Luke told the truth. "As a matter of fact, yes, I could use some help."

Where Luke meets Talon Karrde, smuggler of awesome. )
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: lost)
"Luke?"

The voice was soft but insistent. Luke turned to look and smiled. "Hello, Ben," he said, his voice sounding oddly tinny to his own ears. "It's been a long time."

"It has indeed," Obi-Wan answered gravely, "and I'm afraid it will be longer still until the next time. I've come to say goodbye."

The landscape trembled slightly, and a small part of Luke's mind remembered that he was asleep in his suite in the Imperial Palace on Coruscant and not, as he would thnk as he glanced around, back on Tatooine.

"No, I'm not a dream," Obi-Wan replied, answering Luke's unspoken thought. "But the distances separating us have become too great for me to appear any other way. Now even this path is being closed to me."

"No," Luke insisted. "You can't leave us, Ben. We need you." A thought struck him. "And what about Dad?"

Ben smiled softly. "You don't need me, Luke. You are a Jedi, strong in the Force. And Anakin..." His smile faded and his eyes focused on something Luke couldn't see. "At any rate, the decision is not mine to make. I have lingered too long already, and can no longer postpone my journey from this life to what lies beyond."

Strong am I in the Force, Yoda's voice whispered in Luke's memories, but not that strong.

Ben was still speaking. "You, too, will face this same journey one day." His attention drifted again, then returned. "You are strong in the Force, Luke, and with perserverance and discipline, you will grow stronger still." His gaze hardened. "But you must never relax your guard. The Emperor is gone, but the dark side is still powerful. Never forget that."

Luke's own attention drifted, thinking back to the haunted look in Fandom Jaina's eyes. "I won't," he promised.

"And now, farewell," Obi-Wan said as the vision began to waver and become fainter. "I loved you as a son, and as a student, and as a friend. And Anakin--" The Jedi became practically invisible. "Well, Anakin already knows everything I would tell him. Until we meet again, may the Force be with you both."

"Ben--!"

But Ben turned and the image faded...and Luke knew he was gone. Then I am alone, he told himself. I am the last of the Jedi. Anakin, in self-imposed exile in a different galaxy, wasn't here, and didn't count.

He seemed to hear Obi-Wan's voice from a great distance. "Not the last of the old Jedi, Luke. The first of the new."

The voice trailed off and was gone...and Luke woke up, crushed by a sudden sadness. First Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru, then Obi-Wan, then Anakin (though that hadn't stuck), and now even Obi-Wan's spirit was gone. He reached for his comlink, heedless of the timezone differences that might exist, and called his father.

"Dad?" he said when the familiar voice answered the other end of the call. "I have some bad news."

[OOC: Taken, tweaked and folded into origami cranes from Timothy Zahn's Heir to Empire, 20 years old this year. Good Lord, I'm old.]
tatooine_doofus: (Default)
"Yes, really," Luke was saying to his father over the comlink. "Leia and the babies are both doing fine, according to the meddroid, and they'll be born in a few months."

There was a pause.

"No, I'm not going to tell Han you said that."

Another pause.

"Or that."

And another pause.

"And that's not even physically possible--" he went pale as the voice on the other end continued, "all right, so it is, but you're not going to do that to your son-in-law."

He smiled. "No, no one thinks you're old." Mostly because they thought Anakin was dead, but details. "You're just going to be a grandfather. Okay, okay. Give Juliet and Rory my love. Bye, Dad."

Luke disconnected the call and shook his head, Surprisingly, that had gone better than he'd expected.

[OOC: Open for calls, sure.]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: smile)
Luke trotted down the hallway, checking his chrono and frowning irritably to himself. He hadn't planned on running this late for his third lesson in teaching Leia how to be a Jedi. With her schedule of constant travel stamping out interstellar conflicts and his as, well, him, it was impressive they'd even managed to be on the same planet for three lessons.

He hoped the second lightsaber he had strapped to his belt would serve as a suitable apology for his tardiness.

Running his hands through his hair, he took a deep breath before ringing the bell. Three seconds later, he was being pulled into a bear hug by his sister. "You made it!" Leia exclaimed. "I thought you'd gotten lost. We were about to send out Rogue Squadron."

Luke laughed. "I'm fifteen minutes behind."

She smiled at him. "I was impatient to see you. Han and I have some very exciting news to tell you."

Luke watched as she and Han exchanged looks, and suddenly he knew.

"You're pregnant!"

Han frowned. "Jedi take all of the fun out of surprises."
tatooine_doofus: (Leia)
In retrospect, Luke should have anticipated this, he decided as he sat in a Provisional Council meeting and tried not to fuss with the ridiculously complicated braids on his head. (How did Leia deal with these all day long?) She and Han had been complaining for months about how they never had time to themselves any more--every spare moment she wasn't being shuttled to and from systems thinking of joining the New Republic she was locked into Council meetings and trying not to throttle a Bothan or three.

So when Luke had called her in a panic yesterday, in desperate need of someone to commiserate with (and borrow a dress from, yes, yes), Leia saw this as a wonderful opportunity for her and Han to get some time to themselves.

And like the sucker loyal brother he was, he'd agreed.

Twenty seven hours of meetings (and five moments when Borsk Fey'lya and Admiral Ackbar had almost come to blows) later and he was idly wondering if maybe he should have taken Anakin up on his offer to rule the galaxy as father and son. This ruling by committee thing was clearly not working.

The only thing that had caught his attention at all was the news of a potential new Grand Admiral popping up near the Unknown Regions. For some reason, he had a bad feeling about that...
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: b&w smile)
The Holocron he'd picked up on Dathomir had been full of potentially useful information about Jedi training, which was why (between trips to Fandom) Luke had been away from Coruscant for almost a year tracking down leads.

This one, he decided as he looked around the grasslands of the planet Stewjon was interesting for more personal reasons, and even if no one here was exactly open for talking about Obi-Wan Kenobi, it was fascinating to see where he'd been born.

Yes, Luke was being a tourist. Shhh.

[OOC: The planet was named for Jon Stewart. I SWEAR TO GOD. Open for calls and texts!]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: smile)
Luke had arrived at Leia's wedding an hour early, in part because he had this niggling fear he'd be dropped off at the Aldereenian consulate or something equally insane (he blamed that on pre-wedding jitters) and in part because he was afraid his father would do something stupid reckless and actually try to show up at this event today.

And an event it was. Thousands of people were jammed into the largest room the consulate possessed--Luke counted himself fortunate to recognize more than fifty of the faces--and the entire ceremony was being broadcast live across the galaxy.

Luke was serving as best man, Threepio as the ringbearer (because Leia had a sense of humor), and the entire ceremony was presided over by Mon Mothma herself. Luke had kept his lightsaber strapped securely to his belt--he'd half-expected someone to do something stupid--but the entire ceremony went off without a hitch, and Leia looked radiantly happy (or at least the portions of her Luke could see through her elaborate headdress).

And Anakin hadn't been there. Luke reminded himself to send Rory something nice. He was sure she'd talked him out of being stupid.
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: pouty)
Luke had been staring, annoyed, at his comm station for the last half hour. Finally he pulled out his comlink and called Leia.

"Hi, I know you're busy," he said. "How are the wedding plans going?"

He got to listen to a ten minute rant about flowers before getting another word in edgewise.

"Are you having problems getting access to the newsfeeds?" he asked. "I seem to be locked out."

Another pause.

"Huh, that's weird. It started a few days ago--it's like something doesn't want me talking to people over the computer. Not a big deal. I'll find one of the tech guys to help me out."

He clicked his comlink off and stared at the screen again. If only it hadn't frozen on a random online dating site--it wasn't like he'd even meant to click onto it anyway...

[OOC: Had to. Open for phone calls, but his email is currently stuck.]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: zomg eyes)
It turned out that the clan of Dathomiri witches Luke and Isolder were taken to was the same one that had offered sanctuary to Han and Leia a few days earlier (Luke would've had Threepio run the odds on the likelihood of that happening, but 1) he didn't care that much and 2) he was avoiding Threepio for as long as possible after the droid performed "The Virtues of King Han Solo", his incredibly earwormy pop song (complete with back-up singers who sounded like Leia and by the stars, Luke wished he was kidding), for him). The problems with the seven of them leaving the planet were several-fold:

If this reads like badfic, it is not my fault. )

[OOC: I hate this book.]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: pouty)
When Luke had tromped out of the Toola wilderness to receive an emergency transmission from Leia, he'd certainly not thought it would have anything to do with her love life.

Cut for extreme canon stupidity. )

[OOC: No love to The Courtship of Princess Leia for making me have to do this.]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: the name's Skywalker)
"As stars live and die! I didn't think you'd be here, Luke!"

Luke grinned across the crowded reception room and made his way over to Wedge, pulling his friend into a backslapping hug. "I wouldn't have missed it for all the Tibanna gas on Bespin. I was a bit late because, quite frankly, the Jedi exhibits your man found in the Galactic Museum are, well, absorbing," he replied. And creepy. He was going to have to talk to his father about some of the exhibits. "I've been chasing all over trying to locate traces of other Jedi, then it turns out a repository of a lot of stuff is on the planet I've been basing my searches out of. While very little of it deals with training, there's a lot of material that lets me piece together some history."

Where Luke makes an offer he doesn't think can be refused. )

[OOC: Yay, back to canon! Dialogue tweaked from the X-Wing novel The Krytos Trap, by Michael Stackpole. Open for phone calls if you want Luke or want him to track down Rogue Squadron members for you to talk to. There's a Mirax running around here somewhere too...]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: zomg eyes)
Luke was absolutely exhausted. He'd been on the diplomatic corps approved PR run for the last few months, making speeches, shaking hands (and flippers, and other appendages) with more world leaders than he'd known existed, kissing more babies (and hatchlings, and tiny aliens with far too many limbs...) named Luke than he was entirely comfortable with.

And now, if he was honest, he wouldn't be able to tell you what planet he was currently on.

He flipped through his email and grinned when he saw the roster that Wedge had put together for the new Rogue Squadron. "Hello there, other Gavin," he said aloud.

Shh, he was tired. He was allowed to narrate out loud.
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: zomg eyes)
Fresh from his mission to Hanoon (and really, getting instructions from random dead Jedi Masters was never going to be less strange), Luke took a very long shower and decided to check his email.

It had, after all, been a few months. He hoped it wasn't all spam and fanmail based on that stupid holothriller about the battle of Mindor.

[OOC: So very open. Communication from Jaina comes first chronologically!]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: lost)
"Wedge," Luke said tiredly, scrubbing his fingers through his hair, "I've already submitted my resignation to Mon Mothma and the Council and they've accepted. It's done. I'm out of the military."

Wedge made a face. "Luke--"

Luke shook his head. "No. After Mindor--no. There are dozens of people who will make better generals than I ever could. It's past time I devote myself to the thing only I can do--restoring the Jedi Order."

[OOC: Open for calls and emails...]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: pouty)
Well, crashing into a planet and losing most of his crew had definitely not been on Luke's list of things to do before homecoming (not dead losing, either. Sucked through the floor and disappeared losing. Luke had no idea how that was even possible), and he'd sat around for a little while feeling heartily sorry for himself and out of his depth before remembering he was a Jedi.

Where Luke meets a seriously teal deer baddie. )

[OOC: Did I mention this book is kind of cracky? Dialogue snurched from Matthew Stover's Shadows of Mindor. NFB, NFI, OOC is love.]
tatooine_doofus: (Default)
"Unidentified Rebel command cruiser, I am Lord Shadowspawn," the voice intoned through the holoprojection as Luke watched from aboard Justice, his ship. "You have defeated us. I respectfully request permission to board, that I may formally treat for the lives of my men."

Plot be here! )

[OOC: Um. Oops? Taken from Shadows of Mindor, by Matthew Stover. Truncated version of book to follow later!]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: zomg eyes)
Luke sat as his desk staring at the holoprojection of Mindor, then down at the battle plan Lando had left for him.

He sighed and scrubbed his fingers through his hair. "This is going to get messy," he said to the empty room.

[OOC: Open for emails or phone calls. Shake up the Jedi general before I send him off on plot next week!]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: slackjawed)
Luke had been rubbing his eyes for the last, oh, six hours, but it wasn't helping.

His lightsaber and Artoo had been talking trash about him since he woke up to, well, his stuff turning human.

"And really," Artoo continued, "they way he interprets the things I'm saying. I swear..."

Luke groaned and reached for the comlink when it chirped.

"...what do you mean, 'where's my X-Wing?'"

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