Coruscant (oh yeah, Coruscant), GFFA
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tatooine_doofus"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."
"Corran mentioned he'd found quite a haul. He said it was rather macabre," Wedge replied.
Luke nodded. "Once the Emperor isolated those rooms, they became his personal playground. As the Jedi in there were hunted down, the Emperor defaced their monuments. There's enough evil in there to be palpable, but I think that can be set to rights again. I was hoping you'd introduce me to Corran Horn." Luke's eyes sparkled with a joke only he understood, since he couldn't possibly say, "Reintroduce, since I met him once when he visited a different Gavin at my high school."
"Gladly," Wedge replied, waving Corran over. "Luke Skywalker, it is an honor to present you to Lieutenant Corran Horn. Corran, this is Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight and founder of Rogue Squadron."
Corran smiled and shook Luke's hand. "I'm very pleased to meet you, sir. One of the first things Commander Antilles ever said to me was that I was 'no Luke Skywalker.' You set a very high standard for all of us to shoot for."
"Not my intention, but I'm not averse to being used as a motivational tool." The rest of Rogue Squadron began crowding around--Luke tried not to burst out laughing when he saw how closely this version of Gavin was being tailed by a black and white female Bothan--and he reached into the folds of his robes and extended a silver lightsaber hilt toward Corran. This was the reason he'd come, after all. Time to be Jedi. "This belongs to you, I believe."
"No sir. I returned it to the Museum, and the Jedi Credit, too." Corran looked a little nervous as he tapped his breastbone. "I borrowed them while escaping and returned them when everything calmed down."
"I know that, Lieutenant Horn." Luke's hand was still outstretched, his voice calm. "What I mean is that this lightsaber belongs to you. It was your grandfather's."
Corran blinked. "I think you're making a mistake here. That lightsaber belonged to a Jedi named Nejaa Halcyon. My grandfather was Rostek Horn. He worked for the Corellian Security Force. He wasn't a Jedi. He once partnered with one, but that was it." He unfastened his tunic and pulled out the medallion he wore. "The Jedi on this medallion may have been his friend, but he wasn't my grandfather."
Luke's voice remained even. "Your father was Hal Horn?"
"Yes."
"And his given name was Valin Horn."
"Yes, but everyone called him Hal." Corran blinked. "You don't think that was a rhyme. You think it was short for Halcyon, right?"
"What I think, Corran, is that Nejaa Halcyon died in the Clone Wars, and his friend, Rostek Horn, was there to support his widow and son. Rostek married your grandmother and adopted your father." Luke frowned thoughtfully. "When the Emperor began to hunt down Jedi and kill them, Rostek, using his position in CorSec, managed to change the records so that Nejaa's family disappeared from Imperial scrutiny."
Luke reached out and took Corran's hand, pressed the lightsaber into it, and closed Corran's fingers around the shaft. "You may want to consider finding this lightsaber coincidence or luck, but there's no such thing. Of the other two dozen lightsabers in those rooms, only three worked without recharging, and this one had been in a case far longer than any of the others." He took a deep breath. "I have an offer to make you. For a thousand generations the Jedi Knights safeguarded the galaxy, and the Emperor was only able to succeed in our absence. I'm dedicating my life to reestablishing the Order. I want you to join me. Train and learn with me." His eyes locked onto Corran's. "Become a Jedi Knight."
Corran lifted the lightsaber up in front of his face. "You want me to become a Jedi Knight?"
Luke nodded. "Yes. Together we can make certain no more Emperors rise up to enslave a galaxy Everything you were raised to do within CorSec you will be able to do in the whole of the New Republic. The Empire is but one manifestation of the Force's dark side and we'll stand as a buffer between it and good people everywhere."
Corran shook his head. "No."
Luke felt his heart sink to somewhere around his knees.
"I realize it's an honor to be asked to train and become a Jedi Knight. Believe me, I do, but my answer is no. I have things I have to do. Erisi and Iceheart have crimes to pay for."
Luke's cloak closed around him and he schooled his face to neutrality. Even if Corran wasn't going to choose to be Jedi--perhaps especially because he said no--he needed to understand the power of the dark side. "Beware revenge, Corran," he said quietly. The man had just escaped from one of the most notorious Imperial prisons in the galaxy. He was probably going to be a little...volatile. "Such black emotions open the way to the dark side of the Force."
"This isn't about revenge," Corran insisted, pain washing over his face. "It's about obligations I have to people. People who helped me, other prisoners were on the Lusankya when it blasted out of here. I promised I'd come back for them."
After some wrangling with Leia's favorite Council member, Borsk Fey'lya, who informed them all very tartly that the Lusankya was not a priority at the moment, the whole of Rogue Squadron ended up resigning in front of Luke.
And he still didn't have another Jedi to train. He remembered now why he didn't go to receptions.
[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...]
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."
"Corran mentioned he'd found quite a haul. He said it was rather macabre," Wedge replied.
Luke nodded. "Once the Emperor isolated those rooms, they became his personal playground. As the Jedi in there were hunted down, the Emperor defaced their monuments. There's enough evil in there to be palpable, but I think that can be set to rights again. I was hoping you'd introduce me to Corran Horn." Luke's eyes sparkled with a joke only he understood, since he couldn't possibly say, "Reintroduce, since I met him once when he visited a different Gavin at my high school."
"Gladly," Wedge replied, waving Corran over. "Luke Skywalker, it is an honor to present you to Lieutenant Corran Horn. Corran, this is Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight and founder of Rogue Squadron."
Corran smiled and shook Luke's hand. "I'm very pleased to meet you, sir. One of the first things Commander Antilles ever said to me was that I was 'no Luke Skywalker.' You set a very high standard for all of us to shoot for."
"Not my intention, but I'm not averse to being used as a motivational tool." The rest of Rogue Squadron began crowding around--Luke tried not to burst out laughing when he saw how closely this version of Gavin was being tailed by a black and white female Bothan--and he reached into the folds of his robes and extended a silver lightsaber hilt toward Corran. This was the reason he'd come, after all. Time to be Jedi. "This belongs to you, I believe."
"No sir. I returned it to the Museum, and the Jedi Credit, too." Corran looked a little nervous as he tapped his breastbone. "I borrowed them while escaping and returned them when everything calmed down."
"I know that, Lieutenant Horn." Luke's hand was still outstretched, his voice calm. "What I mean is that this lightsaber belongs to you. It was your grandfather's."
Corran blinked. "I think you're making a mistake here. That lightsaber belonged to a Jedi named Nejaa Halcyon. My grandfather was Rostek Horn. He worked for the Corellian Security Force. He wasn't a Jedi. He once partnered with one, but that was it." He unfastened his tunic and pulled out the medallion he wore. "The Jedi on this medallion may have been his friend, but he wasn't my grandfather."
Luke's voice remained even. "Your father was Hal Horn?"
"Yes."
"And his given name was Valin Horn."
"Yes, but everyone called him Hal." Corran blinked. "You don't think that was a rhyme. You think it was short for Halcyon, right?"
"What I think, Corran, is that Nejaa Halcyon died in the Clone Wars, and his friend, Rostek Horn, was there to support his widow and son. Rostek married your grandmother and adopted your father." Luke frowned thoughtfully. "When the Emperor began to hunt down Jedi and kill them, Rostek, using his position in CorSec, managed to change the records so that Nejaa's family disappeared from Imperial scrutiny."
Luke reached out and took Corran's hand, pressed the lightsaber into it, and closed Corran's fingers around the shaft. "You may want to consider finding this lightsaber coincidence or luck, but there's no such thing. Of the other two dozen lightsabers in those rooms, only three worked without recharging, and this one had been in a case far longer than any of the others." He took a deep breath. "I have an offer to make you. For a thousand generations the Jedi Knights safeguarded the galaxy, and the Emperor was only able to succeed in our absence. I'm dedicating my life to reestablishing the Order. I want you to join me. Train and learn with me." His eyes locked onto Corran's. "Become a Jedi Knight."
Corran lifted the lightsaber up in front of his face. "You want me to become a Jedi Knight?"
Luke nodded. "Yes. Together we can make certain no more Emperors rise up to enslave a galaxy Everything you were raised to do within CorSec you will be able to do in the whole of the New Republic. The Empire is but one manifestation of the Force's dark side and we'll stand as a buffer between it and good people everywhere."
Corran shook his head. "No."
Luke felt his heart sink to somewhere around his knees.
"I realize it's an honor to be asked to train and become a Jedi Knight. Believe me, I do, but my answer is no. I have things I have to do. Erisi and Iceheart have crimes to pay for."
Luke's cloak closed around him and he schooled his face to neutrality. Even if Corran wasn't going to choose to be Jedi--perhaps especially because he said no--he needed to understand the power of the dark side. "Beware revenge, Corran," he said quietly. The man had just escaped from one of the most notorious Imperial prisons in the galaxy. He was probably going to be a little...volatile. "Such black emotions open the way to the dark side of the Force."
"This isn't about revenge," Corran insisted, pain washing over his face. "It's about obligations I have to people. People who helped me, other prisoners were on the Lusankya when it blasted out of here. I promised I'd come back for them."
After some wrangling with Leia's favorite Council member, Borsk Fey'lya, who informed them all very tartly that the Lusankya was not a priority at the moment, the whole of Rogue Squadron ended up resigning in front of Luke.
And he still didn't have another Jedi to train. He remembered now why he didn't go to receptions.
[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...]
