What if Anakin Skywalker survived the battle of Endor?

MORE! MORE! MORE! (Sorry I'm starting to beg. This story is just too good!) MORE! MORE! MORE!

 

What a cool thread!

 

This deserves to go back to the top. Cool thread

 

Com'on guys this is great..keep working on it...how about adding some more Anakin/Luke scenes...escpecially when they return to the Rebels and what would happen...this is great..

 

Bet you've been waiting for more, eh?

I'll probably post some more within 3 days...

 

PLEASE! I want MORE!!!

 

Still wanted: more writers. E-mail me, or Xarus....

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Pelleaon looked through the science officer?s report. ?Are you certain this was sent by the Bakurans??

?Yes sir.?

Suppressing a sigh, he turned to the comm officer. ?Any news on Commander Yuhnama??

?No sir.?

?Very well.? Turning to address the science officer, Pelleaon continued. ?Bring it aboard.?

The science officer cocked his head. ?Very good sir.? He left, heading for the ?lift.

Pelleaon surveyed the bridge crew. For the past 2 hours, he had been coordinating the evacuation and salvaging of the Palpatine. The crew had been hard at work shuffling people from ship to ship, and Gilad couldn?t help but be proud of their accomplishments. They must have helped to set a new speed record for evacuating an Imperial Star Destroyer. Now the only thing left to do was destroy it.

As for the White Lightning, they had finally gotten their comm unit back up and running, and they were reporting fit for duty.

Duty...bah. Pelleaon shook his head. It isn?t duty to go after a group better armed than you are....They?re sitting ducks. I wouldn?t send them up against a group of Talz.... Gilad hesitated. Then again, they might actually win against a group of Talz....

Captain Pelleaon chuckled to himself, and looked around the bridge to see if anyone had noticed. If anyone had, they weren?t letting on. I must be crazy...

Suddenly, sensor officer stood up. ?Sir! Commander Yuhnama?s shuttle has just dropped
out of hyperspace! He?s requesting permission to come aboard!?

?Granted. Send some stormtroopers to escort him to the conference room.? Pelleaon walked across the bridge. ?Lieutenant Dayanar, contact the other ships. I want the captains to listen in on Yuhnama?s report.?

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?....my final conclusion was that it was the Death Star.? Yuhnama finished his report and stood at attention, waiting for Pelleaon to respond.

On the table were 17 miniature captains of the other ships. Most of them were looking agitated, and their faces were betraying their disbelief. The rest of them were probably still in shock.

Taking a deep breath Pelleaon said, ?And what of the Emperor??

Keoim Yuhnama shook his head. ?I can only report what I have seen, captain. The Death Star was destroyed. The rebels appear to be regrouping and-?

?Yes, yes.? The captain of the Peallim broke in. ?What about the emperor? Was there any sign that he might have escaped??

?Sir-?

Pelleaon dismissed the question with the wave of his hand. ?Captain Mannor, I believe the commander has already answered the question. Now, the only thing left to do is decide what to do about it.? Pelleaon glanced at Yuhnama. ?At ease, commander.? He motioned to the chair beside him.

Yuhnama nodded his head, and sat down.

?What should we do, Pelleaon? We?ve done inventory on our ships, and it seems to me that we could go back and give those rebels a beating they won?t soon forget.? Another one of the captains said.

?No. The rebels will remember what happened here. And so will we.?

?Then-? The captain Mannor began.

?We are going to wait. The rebels have suffered a loss here today. From the commander?s report, I?m assuming that they lost over 2 thirds of their assault force. It seems unlikely that they will launch another attack for another month or two at least. For now, we have more important matters.?

?What could be more important than avenging the emperor?s death?? Some of other captains nodded in agreement. ?He was a Sith Lord, Captain Pelleaon, and I for one do not wish to anger his departed spirit.?

?Captain Mannor, you left your views of the afterlife behind when you joined the Empire. You will not forget that in the future.? Pelleaon said icily. The last thing I need on my hands is a bunch of superstitious, paranoid officers...

?Now, back the matter of this...artifact we intercepted.? Pelleaon reached over for the science officer?s report. ?It appears that it was a distress signal from a Governor Wilek Nereus of the Bakuran system. Apparently, they are being attacked

 

I'm having a crisis right now.

I just got the "Essential guide to planets and moons" from the library, and I've discovered that I've been misspelling "Pellaeon".

I am very depressed about this right now, but I will try to write more later. *sniff*

 

It's really not that bad if you misspell one stupid word.

 

To quote myself:
I so happy!

I'd like everyone to give a warm round of applause to Hagel!!!!

Hagel is joining Xarus and I with this almost impossible task before us.

[This message has been edited by Lost in Coruscant (edited 10-08-1999).]

 

Just type! If you don't, I might have to type it for you. (That would be bad)

 

Please! I need more of this story, preferably involving Anakin, Luke, Leia and Han!!!

 

First I'd like to give my sincere apologies to LiC for being so darn slow with my writing. It's tough to get the time with school, part-time job and Tae-Kwon Do practice. I'll try to do better...

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It was morning, or at least Anakin thought it was, there was simply no way to tell from the inside of a hyperbaric chamber. What day was this? He tried to search his memory, but no, he could not remember. He remembered entering this healing trance on the second day of the week, but what day was this, and more importantly: Had the trance succeeded? Anakin flexed his muscles, testing their strength. Didn't they feel more alive now, or was this just his imagination? He touched his scars, and even though he had not expected them to go away, he still felt disappointed that they hadn't. One more test remained, the most important one, before he could determine if he had been healed. With a wave of his hand, the chamber opened with a hiss of air. Anakin rose to his feet blinked his eyes a couple of times, just to confirm that they worked, and tried to take a deep breath. For the first time for over 20 years, fresh unfiltered air came down into his lungs, not as much as he had intended, but better than nothing at all. A smile spread across his smile, a smile filled with joy and relief.

"Father?" a surprised voice said behind him.

Anakin turned around, and for the first time ever he could see his son with his own eyes, not through the black eyes of Darth Vader.

"Yes, Luke?"

"It worked, it actually worked."

"Yes, Luke, it did. How long have I been in this trance?"

"A little bit over two weeks. How do you feel?" Luke asked.

"I'm not perfectly healed, I fear. I might still need a breath mask from time to time, but I shall not need this abomination of a suit anymore. Darth Vader is finally dead, and I can live once again."

He paused for moment.

"Did you say that I have been in a trance for two weeks? What has happened in the galaxy while I've been gone?" he asked, a concerned look on his face.

"I've been out of touch as well," Luke said," busy watching over you," his hand reached under his robe and withdrew a silver cylinder," and constructing this."

He gave the lightsaber to his father, who inspected it closely, before igniting it. An azure beam, about a meter long, sprung out of the handle. Anakin swung it few times, examining the balance. It was perfect, the saber felt like an extension of his body, like a part of himself. It was truly a work of art, and the gesture was crystal clear to him; his old saber had been used to slaughter the Jedi, his new would be used to re-establish them.

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//Xarus

Again, I apoligize. Any comments?

 

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MTFBWYA,
Taramidala

 

MTFBWYA?

I think I need a translation on that one...

//Xarus

 

I think it means "May the Force be with Y'all"

Must be a Texan...

 

Xarus: it's May The Force Be With You Always.

While I'm here, this is great! Please write more!

 

I love this and I would like you to keep up the excellent work.
MORE ANAKIN AND LUKE.

 

Very cool. Love it. One problem. Need More.

 

Whoops! Double Post!!!


Sorry!

[This message has been edited by Kilih-Sie Kanobi (edited 10-20-1999).]

 

Trying to satisfy the demand of above poster(s) Hope this is enough as a tiny teaser of what's to come...

As the twin suns approached zenith, all life seized its activity. Nothing could endure the blazing heat, or the tormenting winds that the sunrays whipped up, and thus all was quiet. In the hut of Obi-Wan Kenobi, things were still as well. Anakin sat on a table in the center of the living room, folded in an awkward lotus position, not exactly your ideal way of sitting if your legs are mechanic.

Something troubled him. He had thought his healing process to be successful, but still he could not breathe as normal men and his vision failed him at times. Once he had completely given himself in to the Light Side of the Force, he had imagined that it would heal his wounds, but that had not happened. Why could that be?

His thoughts were disturbed as the loud whine of swoop engines broke through the wail of the wind. Who could that be, and at this time? Luke was not due back from Anchorhead for several hours, and there were several engines, not just one.

Letting go of his concerns, he stretched out with the Force. Nine of them, all humans, and none of them seemed to be in a pleasant mode, murder radiated from their minds. Thugs! Slowly and carefully, Anakin unfolded his legs, and reached for his lightsaber. Only for protection, of course, the days when he killed people to the left and right were over. Slipping on his hood to conceal his scarred head, he walked outside to meet with his guests.

They were a motley looking crew all right, but they seemed to be fairly discipline, and to have at least some sort of common sense. They were spread out in a loose semi-circle, which would make it harder to wipe them out without receiving the same treatment.

"We is lookin' fer Skiwolker," the leader, or so Anakin assumed, said, a big and rough looking man with a nasty scar across his face.

"I am Skywalker," Anakin said in a neutral tone, "What do you want with me?"

"You are nawt Skiwolker, old mon. We is looking for a kid, not his grandpaw," the man snorted.

"Oh, so you are looking for Luke Skywalker? I am his father, what do you want with my son?"

"We is gonna kill 'im! We seek revenge for our boss, Yabba du Hutt."

Something started to boil inside Anakin. Who were these punks to come and threaten his son? His son! No one could threaten a Skywalker unpunished! A cold, but potent, rage began to spread through his limbs, making them tensed like coils ready to spring.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," he hissed, his voice as cold and deadly as a Hoth night.

The bandits apparently did not feel like taking that from an old man in a cheap robe, and snapped their weapons to bear on him. Before the leader could fire, however, his hand got separated from his arm in a brilliant flash of azure fire. The lightsaber crackled through the air, sending blaster bolts back at the shooters or simply deflecting them down in the sand. As one of the bandits tried to stab him with a vibro-spear, Anakin just moved aside, pivoted on the balls of his feat and took his opponent's head of in a single smooth move. He then proceeded to run his saber right through the torso of the next man in line to die. With the speed of the desert wind, he moved amongst the rogues, cutting them down, one by one, until only the leader remained. The same man that had radiated confidence just seconds ago was not cowered with fear. His right hand had lost most of its fingers, and several ribs had been cracked by the fierce kick he had received as a reward for trying to grab his spare blaster. Without even thinking, Anakin raised his hand to form the all-too-familiar choke grip, but when the man lost his breath, so did Anakin.

He coughed, felt something warm hit his lips. Blood, his blood, not from a wound, but from his lungs! This was why the healing process had failed! Deep down in the person that was Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader still lived, screaming to get out. Until that voice would be silenced he would never be free. Fighti

 

Cooooollll...

 

Can I PLEASE get more of this?! PLEASE!

 

This is really cool. I'd like to see some
more with Leia and Han, especially when Leia
meets her father face to face. More please!!!

 

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MORE!