Title: Journal of the Forgotten Child Author: Briannakin Characters: Lukia Skywalker (OC), Luke Skywalker, Ben Skywalker, Other OCs Timeframe: 76 ABY Notes: Written for the 2014 Dear Diary Challenge. Entry 1 I can’t believe I am taking my stupid father’s advice and starting a journal. According to him “keeping a diary helped him work through many events of his turbulent adolescence”. Yeah… whatever. Okay, maybe I should start from square 1. My name is Lukia Skywalker. Yes, of those Skywalkers. My father is Ben Skywalker, Jedi Master. And my grandfather is the Luke Skywalker, Rebel hero, Grand Maser of the Jedi Order. However, few people know who I really am. Kriff, I don’t know who I am somedays. I was born during a dark time in the history of the Jedi order. 19 years ago, my father had lost his wife and mother of his three children (my half siblings) to an anti-Jedi crime syndicate (they beheaded her then sent her head to my father, it was just wrong), which drove him, temporarily, to the dark side of the Force, which wasn’t great for already dwindling public opinion on the Jedi. During that time, he kriffed a Nightsister named Kirae on Dathomir he was learning from. Long story short: Kirae has gets preggo and has a kid, dies from complications because she had said kid nowhere near civilization, my grandfather comes and makes my father realize he isn’t a bad person, turns him back to light side and they take the kid back to civilization. That kid was me. They never want it made known that my father went Sithy, so the official story is that my father needed some “alone time” after his wife died, had a fling with a high-ranking Hapan, who wished to remain out of Skywalker and Jedi affairs. My 19 years thus far have been just as horrible and as complicated as my birth. Many Jedi know my true heritage, and they don’t think I should be trained in the ways of the Force, due to my ‘dark origins’. To appease the other Masters, my father has told me to focus on my schooling. I’ve recently graduated flight academy with a degree in advanced navigation. Top of my class too. I’m not sure if I’m going to enroll into the Galactic Imperial Navy. I’ve actually been offered a position of helms-woman of a ship (it helps that my father’s cousin is married to Emperor Jagged Fel). My grandfather disagrees with the other masters. He believes I have true potential that should be wasted. I go before the High Council tomorrow to see if I can assume the title of ‘apprentice’ and get a master. Damned politics. I never signed up for this bantha shavit. Maybe I don’t even want to be a Jedi. Have they ever thought of that? Who am I kidding? I want to be a Jedi. I want to make my father, and my grandfather proud. I just don’t want to be one JUST because some masters said I could. Kriff them.