TITLE: Paternal Instinct GENRE: Drama, Angst, some Humor/Mush CHARACTERS: Luke, Han, Leia, Solo kids, OCs DISCLAIMER: George Lucas owns Star Wars and all the stuff associated with it. I'm just playing in the sandbox. SUMMARY: Luke reluctantly plays New Republic ambassador to a war-torn world and finds far more than he expects... ~1~ Space was such an incredible contrast to the hustle, bustle, never-get-done-fast-enough pace of Coruscant. It was a marvel- even after leaving the atmosphere almost instant silence greeted the occupants of any starship. Though he had been to and from Coruscant many times in the past, the irony was not usually lost of the pilot of the X-wing that zoomed away from the immense city-planet. Usually it was a huge relief leaving the place. It was far too crowded for his taste. Though he had official apartments there, it never really felt like home. Today, however, he was far too deep in thought to breathe his usual sigh of relief upon exiting the atmosphere. It took the whistle of the astromech to bring him back to reality. With a flinch, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker blinked and turned to look at the droid language readout, which blinked out far too quickly. ?Huh? Sorry, Artoo. Didn?t catch that.? Artoo-Detoo gave an indignant beep, then repeated his previous message. *Coordinates set for Mynce. Ready for jump to hyperspace.* Luke sighed. Mynce. Once the subject for jokes among Rogue Squadron, the small planet was now the subject of much debate within the New Republic. Long before the Empire had risen to power, Mynce had been divided into two distinct halves- the Northern hemisphere held the vast majority of commerce and, consequently, wealth. The Southern hemisphere was home to mostly mines and industrial plants. This side did business, but little else. When the Empire had come to power, the schizm had divided further and the society had devolved into a feudal one, with the wealthy Northerners becoming wealthier and the working-class Southerners essentially becoming slaves to their well-off cousins. Once the Empire had fallen, the Southerners rose up against the North. Civil War had reigned for more than fifteen years until a single man, Jermus Fereen, had managed to stop the fighting and bring the two societies back together. It might had also had something to do with the fact they had run out of weapons, leading to an uneasy truce. That truce had been going for five years. A week ago Mynce had sent a message to the New Republic, asking to join. Many were wary of the war-torn world and said they just wanted more weapons so they could keep killing each other. The other Senators weren?t so sure. An argument had raged in the Senate for an entire week until Chief of State Leia Organa Solo had stepped in and proposed they send an ambassador of sorts to see for themselves whether Mynce truly wanted peace. Solo wanted to go herself, but was tied down for the next month. The Senate suggested she send someone who would be completely unbiased- a Jedi. Luke cringed. And not just any Jedi. They went right to the top and picked him. He could have refused. He could have pulled rank and said ?no, sorry, can?t do it, ask another Jedi?. But his sense of responsibility was far too strong. He knew what had been going on at Mynce and had to push it from his mind. He often wished he could do something to help. Heck, he could hardly see anyone in trouble without wanting to help. Mara Jade called it a superhero complex. Leia called it being noble. Neither of the quite understood. Whilehe knew that he couldn?t save an entire planet, he might be able to help one or two people? Artoo whistled again, startling Luke out of his thoughts. ?Sorry, buddy.? The droid whistled a question. Luke smiled. ?I?m all right, Artoo. Just thinking. Okay,? he said, switching gears, ?here we go. Next stop, Mynce.? He pulled back on the throttle, making the ship leap to hyperspace.