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[ the last few years of his life have been eventful, true, but luke is still puzzling a bit over how he'd arrived on a strange ship when he's certain he'd been on endor just a few hours ago. it's not the remains of the empire, he's certain-- for one thing, he'd been left his clothing and lightsaber, which any imperial would have been (quite frankly) stupid to do.

more strangely, there are very familiar figures aboard. presences in the force that he'd thought.. gone. the thought makes his chest ache, tight and uncomfortable. it shouldn't be possible, but.. there are a lot of things about this situation that shouldn't be possible.

he's been making his way gradually toward them since showering and dressing, still-damp hair leaving the high collar of his shirt wet as he strides down the hallways. he adjusts the glove on his prosthetic hand as he turns a corner, pausing briefly to just breathe. he hasn't even had time to get a check-up. he knows there's probably some damage from palpatine's attack that needs to be repaired, but-- well. he doesn't have time for that right now, and he needs to find out more about this place and why he's even here. ]

[He senses him before he sees him, and he sees him a few moments later, turning the corner, curious. Whoever it is, it's not someone he knows, but the Force is strong, and pushing him, nudging him. It's a curious thing, he thinks.

He sees the young man and his eyebrows furrow. It's definitely not a man he knows, not with the high collar and the clothes. But he carries himself with purpose, and...]

Hello.

[That's what he's getting right now. That and a polite Padawan bow]

[ blue eyes lift, meeting obi-wan's own, and for a moment, he's stunned silent. this is his former teacher; he'll always know his particular signature in the force. but this is obi-wan as he must have been decades before, as a youth. he must be luke's age, if not younger.

senses recovered, he mentally shakes himself, dipping immediately into a bow of his own. when he straightens again, he's smiling a little helplessly. this is impossible, but who is he to say what the force is capable of? and he's so happy to see him again. ]

Obi-Wan. It is you, isn't it? How-- [ he steps forward, booted feet nearly silent. ] How is this possible?

[He takes a moment, because it seems like everyone - everyone knows who he is. But this is different.]

I'm sorry, we haven't met yet, in my timeline. Time here runs differently.

[He thinks, for a moment, someone who knows him, maybe who knows Anakin. A young knight, he thinks. Someone strong in the Force. He manages the corners of a smile, the barest hings of one.]

Time-- [ he cuts himself off, thinks. it's true that there's something a little different about obi-wan's presence. the obi-wan he'd known had a serenity to him that had been the result of long, hard years. this one-- this one is exactly as young as he appears to be.

he breathes a brief, stunned laugh, passing his good hand over his face and trying to ignore the way it trembles. ]

Suns. Well, that explains some things, anyway.

[ he dips his head briefly in an apologetic gesture. ] I'm sorry, I-- My name is Luke. Luke Skywalker. You were my--will be my teacher.

Skywalker-

[Why does he end up teaching all these Skywalkers, and where did this one come from? But he stops himself, like a bludgeon hits him between the eyes. Instead he makes a sound like a laugh.]

Well, was I any good?

[He needs to get word to Anakin.]

[ a nod, mouth quirking faintly, not quite a smile. ] I think you know my father. He's-- here, isn't he? [ anakin skywalker is here. like obi-wan, he feels different, and a part of luke is-- frightened, maybe. he's wanted to know his father all his life, and he'd had him for a few bittersweet moments. it hadn't been enough time to learn anything about him, and to have him here--

--but before all that, before the empire and palpatine.. will he even want to speak to a son that, to him, hasn't even been born?

he takes a steadying breath, letting the worries drop away. obi-wan's question even prompts a swift, still-boyish grin. ]

I suppose you must have been, given that I'm still alive.

[A pause, a moment of consideration. Well, things could be more complicated. They could.]

I do, in fact, know the man who will be your father, one day.

[Because if he can sense that, tell it, there's no point in lying and scurrying and hiding. He would find out anyway, how long could Anakin be hidden?]

Congratulations, then.

[Another pause]

Are you friends with a certain smuggler by the name of Han Solo?

[ despite himself, the mention of han's name earns a slightly pained, amused wince. ]

I am, yes. I hope he hasn't been too terribly-- [ he trails off, making a helpless, vague gesture with his left hand. han-like is the best word for the smuggler, really. ] Well. He's Han. He's more reliable than he seems, I promise.

[A grin, then, because oh, boy. Are you in "trouble," Skywalker.]

He certainly wins awards for persistence.

[DRY. DRIER. DRYEST]

You realize he's now your responsibility, preferably before Master Vos tries to stab him.

[Again.]

I'll do my solemn best to keep him out of trouble. No promises, though.

[ he's a smuggler, obi-wan!!! han does what he wants okok. ........ luke just kind of puppy-dog eyes at him until han caves.

a huff, then. ]

--He's been making smart remarks about Jedi again, hasn't he?

Mostly about how I owe him money.

Although he seems to have calmed down about that.

[He's not huffing, though]

Is it your lightsaber, then, that he gave to me?

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[it feels like a beacon in the force; a bright spot that can't be ignored. something calling to him in more ways than one. it's something that's happened to him before, of course, but never this intensely. it's never been so strong that he's been forced to drop what he's doing (helping artoo get cleaned up again) and head off to investigate. but that's exactly what he does, the droid trailing water behind them as he follows after anakin. it's an action that barely registers with the jedi, his steps quicker than usual as he leads the way through the hallways, following that burst of light that he can't even begin to ignore.

a rounded corner, a sudden halt and-]

You're him. [the other skywalker that Han had mentioned. he doesn't need to ask; already knows through to his core. the force works as a confirmation, proof that this is more than just a man stealing a family name. this is family itself. this is-]

You're Luke Skywalker. [his robes, almost as dark as those that luke may remember from their last meeting, are drawn tightly around himself. he wants to be there, is meant to be there. but that doesn't mean he's particularly comfortable about it]

My name is Anakin. [no surname because...he isn't sure it needs to be said.]

[ even with the lingering pain from his experience on the death star, even with distraction and the confusion from his awakening fogging up his mind and his senses, he still recognizes his father's presence in the force. he'd know it if he were on his death-bed. but-- it's different here. brighter, clearer, without the layers of shadow and anger and murder that years of hate will eventually give it.

he lifts his head, blue eyes meeting a near-identical gaze, and for a few moments, luke is frozen to the spot, heart hammering in his chest, throat too tight and eyes hot. this is anakin-that-was, anakin-that-should-have-been. he remembers his face-- briefly, glowing dimly against the night. and then he'd been gone.

but this-- this is flesh and blood and spirit, all bound up together. this is strength and youth, pride and power.

there's a brief, breathless laugh that sounds in the air between him, and luke realizes it's him. ] Yes. [ yes, he's luke, and yes, suns, this is most certainly anakin. yes, to what lies unspoken between them.

i'm your son, but he can't-- can't say that. it makes it too real, and for someone anakin's age, that-- it would be too cruel, wouldn't it? instead, he scrapes up a shaky smile from somewhere. (you were dead and it was my fault-- but it had been his father's choice, hadn't it?)

they have.. a chance here. somehow. (luke has a chance.) ]

I-- never expected to see you again. Certainly not like this.

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So we do meet. [back home, that is. han hadn't been particularly forthcoming with answers as he'd like. so while anakin knows that luke is from a time far in to his own future, he doesn't know much beyond that. even with the force confirming their connection, the idea of luke being anything more than a relative lost in a move across the galaxy hasn't been something he's focused on for too long. even his theories about obi-wan's vision were left behind with the end of that conversation. it's easier that way. whispers of their shared connection to tatooine, to obi-wan kenobi; they're voices he'd pointedly ignored since the moment the other padawan shared his vision with him.

the whispers in the corridors hadn't helped, of course. there would never be any escape from those hushed tones, no matter what he tries. it's those very same whispers that echo in his head now, pushing him to ask those questions. to discover just who luke really is.

a liar? no. a slave? no. family. family that's few and far between. blood can't be ignored so simply. blood that keeps him from turning tail and leaving this conversation to the other jedi aboard the ship. obi-wan and quinlan would undoubtedly be better suited to all of this. or han solo, a man who actually knows luke in return. anybody other than him. run away, it whispers. leave now. he can't be trusted, it hisses. but if this really is all an elaborate trick, he's ready to see it through to the end. anakin skywalker never backs down from a challenge.]

Has anybody informed you of what's happening here? [the ship. why the two of them are able to meet like this in the first place. they're details he really would prefer to leave to somebody else to answer. and if the voice had its way, he'd turn around and do just that right now. but while the voice wants him to leave, the force implores him to stay, and it's far easier to sink in to that feeling of safety that accompanies a power so absolute as the force itself.]

Yes, briefly. [ not a lie. darth vader had been-- someone else. he'd had a scant few minutes with his father, and then he'd been.. gone. there are so many things he wants to ask him, now. he wants to know about his life and if they have other family. he just wants to sit quietly and let anakin talk to him.

but-- the other man doesn't know the true extent of their connection, and luke can't bring himself to tell him, either. perhaps in time, when he's more certain of anakin's reaction. suns, though, it's hard. it's one of the hardest things luke's ever done, just not reaching out for him.

he shakes his head, tired and a little dizzy, feeling suddenly emotionally and physically drained. whatever stores of energy he has left are going rapidly. ]

I'm afraid not. Not yet. I admit that I've been more focused on finding you and the others, though. [ a pause, rubbing his prosthetic against the nape of his neck and frowning faintly when he feels the fine twitches. he's.. really going to need to repair that. just one more thing that needs to be done before he can really rest. ] There are.. other Jedi here, aren't there? [ and it feels-- bizarre, impossible to hear it, to say it. but then, no more impossible than anakin skywalker standing right there. ]

There are two others; a Jedi Master named Quinlan Vos, and Padawan Kenobi. Obi-Wan. Though he isn't the man you may remember. Time behaves strangely here, and each of us from our Galaxy seem to have come from a different moment in history. [it's been a problem they've all had to contend with from the moment that more than one of them had arrived. still, anakin has no idea of just how much of his future obi-wan is now aware of. just as he has no idea how many of his own assumptions of his future are true or not.

but now luke is here and already he seems to be...easier to deal with than han has been so far. he might actually be willing to give answers to his questions instead of skirting around the truth. but above all else, maybe luke will be able to provide an explanation that'll actually make sense.

it's an explanation that'll have to wait though. for now, he needs to make sure that luke understand just what he's been drawn in to by being brought here. for now, this is his job here. to make sure that the other jedi is as prepared for being trapped aboard the tranquility as possible.]

There are two others here as well. Han Solo and a Senator from shortly after my time named Bail Organa. I'm sure that they will all want to meet you. [or at least han and obi-wan, for obvious reasons.]

[ a jedi master. a jedi master is here. the relief is so great that he almost sags with it, eyes sliding briefly shut. in his own time, maybe he really is the last, and he's not ready. he's not sure he could have ever been ready. but-- having someone else here, someone else from the old order that he can learn from, pick up things that master yoda and ben hadn't had the time to pass on to him..

the force certainly works in unusual and unexpected ways, sometimes. who would have imagined something like this would happen? and-- obi-wan.. he'd already known, of course, but to have it confirmed is nice. his old teacher as a young man, perhaps, if a padawan is the equivalent of a student. (there is so much that luke still needs to ask about.)

the mention of han and bail organa, of all people, earns a faintly startled glance up, though. ] --Bail Organa? [ leia's father? ] What an unexpected group of people to have been collected together. Ah-- Han is a friend of mine, though. I hope he hasn't been too sarcastic to all of you.

(These jumps don't get any easier, do they? Han's already putting on his clothes and starting to give people a hard time before he notices his buddy ol' pal looking absolutely lost.)

Luke? (Oh god, if the Jedi get their hands on him.)

[ luke's face lights up as he turns to han, relieved that there's a friendly (familiar) face around. admittedly, he's getting close to the end of his energy store-- it's been a long couple of days. ]

Han, thank the Force. [ he steps toward him, expression faintly puzzled as he does so. ] .. I have to admit, I'm still not sure how we're here.

Yeah, but you look like you've been here longer than I have. Don't take this the wrong way, but you look terrible.

(Come on kiddo, let Han take you under his wing and take you somewhere safe.)

It's a mystery to all of us, kiddo.

[ same old han. despite himself, his mouth twitches, somewhere between amusement and a grimace. ]

Well, it's a long story, but it involves Sith lightning.

[ actually, han looks surprisingly put together, all things considered. and hadn't they arrived at the same time? but-- no. it's almost like a whisper in the force. there's something off, he and han don't quite sync. ]

I certainly wouldn't complain about somewhere to sit down.

[Bail can't shake the feeling that there's something familiar about the young man. He almost looks like... well, he can't quite put his finger on who.

And then he realizes he's staring.]

Pardon me.

[ he smiles at the apology, bright and charming (if a little worn-out), and shakes his head. ] It's fine. [ he may be on a strange ship in the middle of unknown space, but being stared at is something he's become accustomed to since destroying the first death star. (even if it's not for the same reason here.) ]

I probably look like a small disaster right now.

Everyone looks quite the fright coming out of a jump.

[He extends a hand. Smooth it over with polite introductions]

I'm Bail Organa.

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