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[Hey, it's Luke Skywalker, sitting at his pastel desk. There's plenty of junk littered on it, mostly scraps of droid parts and tools, but the inquisitive observer will notice a few mystery vials of colorful chemicals, and a hypo of fast-penta scattered among the rubble.]
I noticed there aren't any service droids on the ship-- when I mentioned that to the captains, they said I should... make some? [Luke has a distinct look of 'what have I gotten myself into' on his face.] We definitely need some mouse droids and basic repair droids-- we already have good engineers, but this would help them out in a pinch. Do you think we need gonk droids?
[Well? Do you?]
Have you noticed any droids we could use? A 1B prototype couldn't hurt...
[That's right, request a droid, Luke might be able to make it for you eventually. He's serious. Though they probably won't have much in the way of lively personalities, who doesn't want a robot?]
Oh- and Doctor Yewll? Mr Banner? Ed? I know we discussed some kind of prosthetic... if I'm going to be making droids, I might need that sooner than later. [He kind of cringe smiles before cutting the feed.]
I noticed there aren't any service droids on the ship-- when I mentioned that to the captains, they said I should... make some? [Luke has a distinct look of 'what have I gotten myself into' on his face.] We definitely need some mouse droids and basic repair droids-- we already have good engineers, but this would help them out in a pinch. Do you think we need gonk droids?
[Well? Do you?]
Have you noticed any droids we could use? A 1B prototype couldn't hurt...
[That's right, request a droid, Luke might be able to make it for you eventually. He's serious. Though they probably won't have much in the way of lively personalities, who doesn't want a robot?]
Oh- and Doctor Yewll? Mr Banner? Ed? I know we discussed some kind of prosthetic... if I'm going to be making droids, I might need that sooner than later. [He kind of cringe smiles before cutting the feed.]
VIDEO;
I don't know why they didn't think of this earlier, it's not like they know what's wrong with this scrapheap as-is.
[He glances back at a stationary astromech that looks a lot like Artoo and sighs. It, unlike Artoo, doesn't beep back.
What a disappointment.]Do you do this regularly?
[It's not a question asked with any skepticism. Leia seems to have inherited her mother's job...with something of a...very different disposition, it stands to reason, perhaps, that the familial similarities don't stop there. HE'S SO INTERESTED, LUKE, PLEASE TELL HIM ABOUT DROIDS.]
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[And then he spots it.]
Where did you get R2?
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[Give him a minute to process that defensive question, alright? He glances at the video, back to the knock-off droid, then back to the video. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised that Luke knows about Artoo, but...when he and his sister seem to know nothing else, it's a point of concern.]
I'm not even going to--scratch that, yes I am. How do you know about Artoo?
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He was your mother's. [The past tense being the operative, and safe word when any other explanation sounds so immediately and needlessly defensive. This isn't Obi-Wan lamenting his attachment to said droid; in fact, from Luke's tone, it seems quite the opposite.
The unspoken part of this is his noting the first part of that statement. Owen and I. In an instant, Luke's done more to explain this situation than he's been able to surmise from multiple sources in a month. It still doesn't explain how he's gotten into that situation, or why, but he is...was (?) with family, and that takes some of the the sting out of "left on Tatooine." (He had feared worse.)
Anakin chuckles past some of the awkwardness left hanging in the air.] And they say the Force doesn't work with machinery.
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[All thought of argument and issue flies out the window. Luke's expression could be called hungry when he says-]
Tell me about her?
[He's not thinking about anything else, not who his father was or is or will be, just- Owen and Beru could never tell him anything about her. He'd thought that knowledge had been lost to him completely.]
welp
She could just as easily answer you herself, but...uh. [Anakin, this was not the best road to take.] She's a little behind the rest of us and doesn't...exactly remember anything.
[Which he just admitted aloud. Good going, Skywalker, that absolutely makes that sting less.
But that all said, how is he supposed to sum up the one person who means more to him than just about anything else? It seems such a pale comparison, it doesn't matter which words he chooses.]
She's...beautiful.
[Goddamn it, Luke, you had to ask and he's damn near mooning. Which is quickly corrected and coughed over, because it slipped and it will not happen again. Absolutely not.]
Looks a lot like your sister. Stunningly so, actually. [But this is a rather poor introduction, isn't it? (You're welcome.) Propriety, Anakin, please.]
Padmé is currently a senator of Naboo, previously its queen. [It's most well-remembered and well-loved, but he's spent enough time on the swooning in front of his will-be son.] Best with a blaster that I've ever seen, but that will go straight to her head.
[No, it wouldn't.]
dad ur embarrassing
[There's so much Luke needs to know about this woman, now. Is she kind? Is she insane? Did she care for Vader as much as he clearly cared for her? Will she like Luke?]
[Luke swallows dryly.] She- she was a senator. I never imagined... [He looks back up at his father.] How much does she know? If she... doesn't know much.
yeah, well--!!!!
That he knows of.He is absolutely not letting out a sigh about that, not. at. all.]Just...take it slow?
[He cringes as he says this, as if he pains him to say. And given how often he's starting to sound like Obi-Wan, that's a growing possibility.]
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[Luke doesn't know the timeline; maybe they were married before the war, maybe after it; the details of history are always sketchy, and it only gets more muddled when it comes to the subject of his family. Owen and Beru couldn't even tell him his mother's name.]
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His children know neither of them at all. And Padmé doesn't have the luxury of just being able to feel the reality of it.
He can only imagine what that feels like. To be gifted that identity only to find that you're the only one who knows. That the recognition doesn't work both ways?
It's almost worse, having to say this the second time.]
No. She doesn't.
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May not ever.]Believe me, I wish it were different. I didn't even know, until your sister mentioned you. But this is... [There's a pause when he tries to swallow around the word.] Worse.
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Maybe it's better if I let you... I mean, I don't want to bother her.
[He's not looking forward to another shock, not like on Bespin, not if she doesn't even know. Some cowardly impulse tells him it isn't safe.]
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She's not going to dislike you; you'd be hard pressed to find someone she didn't like. [It takes a particular patience to put up with Jar Jar Binks in a senatorial capacity...or any capacity. His own patience notwithstanding on the matter when he has a nostalgic fondness for the gungan, Padmé is stuck with him far more often and she hasn't seemed to snap yet.] You're not going to bother her, trust me.
Just...this isn't fair. I know it isn't. But she's barely in a place to believe me, let alone anyone else.
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[It occurs to Luke, with sudden clarity, that he's been speaking to his father for this entire time without- what? Violence? Flinching from violence? Just what had he been expecting? What does he ever expect?]
[That's the problem. He never knows.] Well- thank you for telling me. I'm sure she's... [Sane?] ...very nice.
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until?) Luke pushes him away.He leaves the subject alone, at least. He's not sure how else he can leave it when he barely understands it himself.]
You never did get back around to the droids--is that something you're familiar with?
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[It occurs to like that Anakin might not even know Owen-- he'd always thought they were siblings, but could Owen's brother really be Darth Vader? Anakin might not even know what he's talking about. Luke would ask, but he suddenly doesn't want to. It seems like every question leads down some dark and complex corridor.]
Anchorhead is a settlement near my aunt and uncle's farm. We're from an outer rim world. [He finds himself strangely hesitant to give the name.]
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Leia's adoptive parents are good people; he knows his step brother to be the same, and in that, he supposes, it could be worse? But what in the hells happened to him? To Padmé, if nothing else?
It sharpens the picture by fractions and answers absolutely nothing all at once.
And to make it worse, he can't help but laugh by the time Luke is done.]
I'm familiar with Tatooine, Luke.
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If only the familiarity stopped there.Though how Luke is raised by Owen Lars, carries his own surname, and doesn't think of this is yet another question added to the litany of others Anakin could likely spend the next eternity asking.He feels like he's missed everything. And from the sound of it, may still.]
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[...Did they?]
[Suddenly, this is the most important thing in the galaxy; Luke blurts out:] Were you really his brother?
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It isn't an easy question to answer, and there's a pain in it he can't quite suppress when the memory of his mother rises, unbidden, as it always does. Stern and soft in equal measure, and as much as he wants to remember her as she was, all he can see is the hurt. The end.
Gone, and yet she seems to inform everything. Warning him. Haunting him.
He tries to smile anyway.]
That depends on what you mean by "really." But step-brother, yes.
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[...Did he know Anakin was a Jedi? That he became Vader? If he did, that was different; it was never information he desperately needed at a critical time. Owen and Beru would have told him if... if they'd gotten the chance.]
[It doesn't occur to him that his father might be lying.]
Thank you. I- I wasn't sure... of a lot of things, lately.
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[It could, honestly, be the result of a lot of things. The Moira as a whole--which often leaves him too with more questions and answers, something back home, something to do with Owen specifically, or something...else.
All Anakin knows is that something here is off. The connection between them, already distant for all of their relative proximity, is constantly tense, wary, and sometimes downright fearful. But it's elusive too, tenuous and unsure, like that connection really has yet to solidify itself into anything at all.
He can't push and be the reason that shatters before it's even formed, but that fear...
It's too recognizable. And that's precisely what worries him.]
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[Staring at his hand, he considers his options. He could say anything to that; his father couldn't argue.]
[But Luke is getting very sick of lies.]
A lot of what I was told... wasn't true. About you, mostly.
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No one knew much of anything when he left, did they? It's not as if she'd ever sent letters, or kept correspondence. His own stepbrother had been a surprise, why wouldn't that work the other way around?]
We met once. [Under awful circumstances that didn't really lend well to "what have you been up to"s.] He's a good man, Luke, I doubt he'd lie.
[At least not intentionally. He can't be that bad at reading people. He knows he isn't.]
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I'm sorry you only met him once. He was a good man- you would have gotten along. [Luke has absolutely no proof of this other than a biased hunch that says people he loves ought to be easy to get along with, and family most of all. He knows, objectively, that Owen was never an easy man to love, but his own experiences as an only child longing for family tell him that brothers should overcome that. He doesn't question it.]
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[Which, he hopes, sounds more wistful than bitter.]
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