Title: Learning to Understand: The Ben Skywalker Chronicles Summary: A series of vignettes chronicling the life and times of Ben Skywalker. Disclaimer: George Lucas owns everything even remotely related to Star Wars. Vignette One: Learning to Understand Log Entry One: Hi, my name is Ben Skywalker. My dad is Luke Skywalker and my mom is Mara Jade-Skywalker. Dad says she absolutely refused to drop her own last name when they got married. He says it had something to do with not losing her identity. I’m only ten years old so I don’t really know what that means. Mom says it means that she wanted to be together with dad, but separate. Well, like I said, I don’t know what that means. Dad says it means that Mom is stubborn. I understand that one. Dad also says that Mom is rebellious. I’m not sure I understand that one either. Mom says that Dad is naïve. She also calls him idealistic. I understand the meaning of those words, but I don’t understand how they apply to my father. End log. ****************************************************** “Ben, get in here right now. I don’t want you out there,” my mom said to me. I could see the New Republic Security Police outside of our apartment and wondered what was happening. “Mom, where’s Dad?,” was my first question. We’d been on Coruscant for three weeks and Dad had been gone for two of those weeks. Seeing the NR Security Police had me scared that something had happened to him. Something bad. I wasn’t so young that I didn’t understand that even Jedi don’t live forever. “Your father is fine, Ben. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Mom said to me. It made me feel better, but I still stretched out with my senses, searching for my father’s brilliant Force signature. I found it immediately. He wasn’t on the planet yet, but he was close. “Will you tell me why the Security Police are here?,” I asked quietly as I moved further into our apartment. I wanted to know what was going on and I didn’t want to watch it on the HoloNet evening newscast. “Alright, come here,” Mom said. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t looking forward to telling me whatever it was she had to tell me. Her shields were tightly in place so I couldn’t really sense anything through the Force. I sat down next to my mother and waited patiently. I was beginning to think that whatever she was going to tell me would have a life-altering impact on my existence. “Ben, this morning after you left for school there was a robbery,” Mom told me, her face finally betraying her true feelings. She was upset. Angry even. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen her that way. “Someone broke into our apartment? Why would someone do that? Who was it, Mom?,” I asked her, firing my questions in rapid succession. I knew it was bad because of the deep breaths she started taking. She was trying to control her emotions. “Ben…it was Daelin Viggo,” were the words she said to me, but I was sure I’d heard wrong. It couldn’t have been Daelin. He was my friend. He would never do this, never. I knew Daelin. He was a good person. I wiped away the tears that had made their way from my eyes onto my cheeks. Then I jumped up from the couch and ran into my room. With one fierce Force-push the door slammed shut behind me. ****************************************************** Log Entry Two: Hi, my name is Ben Skywalker and I’m ten years old. Mom says that my dad is naïve and idealistic. Until five days ago, I didn’t understand how she could apply those terms to him. But now I understand. Five days ago, a sixteen year-old Jedi student named Daelin Viggo broke into our apartment and used his Force skills, and his lightsaber to steal from us and destroy lots of things in our home. Daelin was my friend and I trusted him. He was like my big brother. My dad trusted him too. Daelin was from Tatooine, like Dad. Maybe that’s why we trusted Daelin. Between Dad and Aunt Tahiri and Camie, our family had pretty good luck with people from the dustball. Now I know why Mom called Dad those names. I also understand that they apply to me as well. I was naïve. I believed in Daelin because of where he was from. I trusted him because he looked like he could be trusted. That’s what being naïve means. Now I understand. Idealism is a little harder to understand. I don’t know if believing that the galaxy is basically a good place with good people that have good intentions means that I’m idealistic like my father or not. But if it does, that’s okay with me. I still don’t understand everything, but I’m learning. That’s what Mom and Dad tell me life is all about, learning to understand. End log.