Saga Getting Through--little Lukie fic

Author: SockofDarthVader
Characters: Luke Skywalker, OC
Timeframe: Intertrilogy.


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It was high summer on Tatooine. The heat was enough to make a grown man faint, and the glare of the sand flats could blind a person within the hour. The harvest, snatched with great labour from the unforgiving climate, was all in, and the farm kids were back in school. Later, when the weather broke, there would be sandstorms.

The pupils at Anchorhead Imperial Centre for Elementary Education, during their lunch break, automatically moved into the shadow of the power station, at the far end of the schoolyard. The heat made the children snappish, and tempers were running high.

"That's not true! Take it back now!" Luke Skywalker yelled. He was on edge, his small, slender frame tensed, his hands closing into fists.
Fixer, looming between Luke and the suns like a dust cloud, laughed.

"Gonna make me, Wormie? Maybe you didn't hear it right the first time: Your-"

Luke hit him.

He had to swing his fist up a long way, because Fixer was much taller. The older boy gave a grunt of pain and staggered.

Biggs wailed, "Luke, don't!" and grabbed at him from behind-too late.
Luke flung himself at Fixer, his arms flailing. Wild, random blows connected with Fixer's chest and jaw.

Fixer knocked Luke's arm up. He made a grab at the windmilling fists. In the opening he had made, he jabbed in, hitting Luke's chin.
Luke's teeth clacked together. He saw stars. Fixer grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking. Luke's head jerked back and forth so hard he couldn't see. He hit out again, landing a blow to Fixer's eye by pure chance.

Fixer let go of Luke's shoulders. He hit him again, a backhanded slap across the face. Luke went sprawling. Fixer stooped over him, pummelling and kicking. His head hit sand.

Biggs yelled something. Luke couldn't hear any more. Fixer had a knee on his chest, his desert boot digging into Luke's leg. He was hitting Luke so that his head jarred against the hot sand over and over and it hurt-

It stopped. Luke opened his eyes. The sky far above was very bright, very blue. It hurt to look at, so he closed his eyes again.
From somewhere above came the angry voice of his teacher.

"Just what do you two think you're doing?!"

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Kali Onnasal had been bored. The glowing enthusiasm of her teacher training college had made no mention of being stuck in this hot, sandy wilderness. The middle school class she taught ran from ten to thirteen; even so there were only seven pupils in it. She was musing on the futility of ambition and the inequality of assigned positions, when she heard a yell out in the yard, the sort of yell that meant 'trouble'. The heat struck her like a blow as she hurried out into the cloudless early afternoon.

In the angle between the perimeter fence and the power station, in the shadow of its bulk, a group of children clustered. They were circling warily, feet scuffling the sand. One of them-Deak, she thought-saw her, and yelled. The kids scattered along the fence, the instinct for self-preservation taking over, showing her two of her middle standard boys in the middle of a fistfight.

Kali shouted, but the combatants ignored her. It was the oldest boy, the thirteen-year-old called Fixer, and the little blond one-Luke Lars was his name in the official school records, but the others called him 'Wormie' and sometimes 'Skywalker'.

Kali ran forward. Luke was getting the worst of it-he was on his back, with Fixer on top of him, punching away.

"Fixer! Stop that at once!"

Fixer gave a last blow as she came level with the boys. She seized his shoulder and hauled him off Luke. He glared up at her, all split lip and eyes narrowed against the sun.

"Just what do you two think you're doing?!" she spat.

Luke was still on the ground, curled in a tight little ball, arms shielding his head. Biggs Darklighter ducked beneath Kali's arm to kneel beside Luke.

"Luke, are you okay? C'mon, hotshot-you're okay-"

Luke moaned and uncurled, m

 

Yay!

Another one.

That rocked as usual!

 

Little Luke was really, really cute. You can see little hints about who is going to become creeping through. Very, very good!

 

Awwwww! Poor Lukie!

*hugs Lukie*

Great viggie, Cat!

 

This is a really aweet viggie, and you can see alot of Anakin in Luke. I love little Luke stories!

 

DID YOU SEE HER? WASN'T SHE CUTE?

:-D

"One more minute, Sim..." Biggs said, while eight-year-old Emmi, blond pigtails brushing her brother's arm, chanted, "Please wait, please wait-he's here!"

Alright, on three.

One, two, three:

AWWWWWWW...

Hehehehe. Twas wonderful, Cat, as always! You truly are becoming the mini-oba of Luke fics. It's so great to see more of them around.

Go Lukie! He deserved a knock in the face! :-D

Oh, erm, I mean, bad boy, Lukie, anger is of the dark side...

*passes Lukie a chocolate under the table*

 

darla: Aw, thanks! I'm sure all this unadulterated approval is not good for me.
Lady moonbeam: Yup, somebody got Daddy's temper
Rayne: *hugs Rayne and Lukie*
Hananiah: I love little luke too.
Emmi: LOL! She was very sweet. Sticking up for Luke, how cute!

 

:-D

 

Upping all my fics because it's my birthday!!!!!!! Wooohooo!!!