Youthful Mistakes

come on we all know we love Luke!!!!

 

Here's more of the story. I'm sort of limited by what's already been written by SW authors, since this isn't AU. But here it is:


The two boys remained still for a moment, panting and wincing from numerous cuts, scrapes and bruises. After a moment, Luke spoke up.

"You alive, Windy?"

Windy groaned. "I think so. Otherwise, I wouldn?t hurt this much."

Luke offered a weak laugh. "Well, I guess you decided to take my suggestion at least."

"Not intentionally," snorted Windy. "I lost my grip."

Shifting to a sitting position and grimacing at all the aches and pains in his banged up body, Luke sighed. "At least we?re still alive."

Windy remained prone on the ground. "That?s not saying much. We?ve got no food, no water, and no transportation." He blinked at the sky. "And it?ll be getting dark soon."

Still taking inventory of his body, Luke stood. His cheek and his palms were on fire, and his shoulder felt a bit out of whack, but nothing appeared to be serious. At least his legs appeared to work fine. "So, we?ll just have to hike back."

That brought Windy up to sit and stare at Luke in disbelief. "Travel the Wastes on foot?"

"People have done it."

"Yeah, crazy people! Like that weird Kenobi guy they tell stories about."

Luke sighed at his companion?s pessimism. "Look, if he can do it, we can do it." He extended his arm down to help Windy up.

Windy grudgingly took his arm, but winced in pain as he started to stand. "Shavit! My ankle!" He dropped back to the ground with a quick intake of breath. "Sith, that hurts!"

With a furrowed brow, Luke dropped to his knees beside the other boy. "Which ankle?"

"The right one," groaned Windy "I should?ve known better than to come out here with you. You?re bad luck!"

"Thanks," Luke replied distractedly as he tried to examine the injury. Moving it slightly he asked, "Does this hurt?"

"Sithspawn, yes!"

Satisfied, Luke lowered the injured ankle and sighed, "Well, at least it doesn?t seem to be broken."

"How the blazes would you know if it?s broken or not?"

Luke looked up at his friend?s face with an expression that clearly showed that the answer was obvious. But as he was about to explain how he knew, he suddenly realized that he really had no idea how he knew. Luke froze, wondering how he?d been so sure that the ankle wasn?t broken. How had it happened that he?d almost seen the bones in his mind?s eye? That he?d been able to tell that the injury was more than likely a simple sprain or strained ligament? Feeling like a total fool, he simply stammered, "I j-just know."

Windy just stared at him for a moment before saying, "You?re a real freak, Skywalker."

Still baffled and unable to come up with a suitable retort, Luke stared at the ground quietly. It was a long and uncomfortable period of silence that followed as both boys tried to assess the situation and figure a way out of it.

Realizing that sitting and lamenting their luck would get them nowhere, and that Luke wasn?t about to start talking, Windy decided to try to reopen the channels of communication. Of course, he would do it his way. "By the way, Skywalker, your face looks awful."

Luke glanced up at him, putting a hand to his tender cheek as he did so. It was raw, sticky, and painful from being scraped along the rocky wall. He could feel the blood starting to cake to his skin and he grimaced. "Hope it doesn?t leave a scar."

"Planning on being a ladies man?" Windy teased.

Luke grinned. "Holovids, actually," he joked in response. Both boys laughed weakly.

The tension broken, Windy turned back to the situation at hand. "So, what do you think we should do?"

"Well, as you pointed out, we?ve got no food, no water, and no transportation. And you?ve got a twisted ankle." He paused. "Which means, our best bet is to try to immobilize that foot and stick to the original plan."

"You mean try to hike out of here?"

Luke nodded. "Unless you want to stick around and keep the womp rats company."

As

 

Keeps getting worse and worse..... I like it!

What did you mean by it being limited though?

 

Same here!!!

 

I hope you mean that the situation is getting worse and worse and not the writing, Wedge.

By limited, I mean that this episode is based on a brief description of an incident written by Brian Daley for the NPR Star Wars Radio Drama. Of course, what Daley wrote was very, very, very brief, so I'm merely fleshing it out. Kind of like Shadows of the Empire, so to speak. You know what happened, but here's a novel to show you exactly how. That sort of thing.

Anyway, hope you enjoy. As soon as I get the next part written, I'll post. However, I'm going into the recording studio tomorrow, Monday, and possibly Tuesday to lay down vocal tracks for a CD. Cool, huh? But that means I'll be a bit busy (not to mention getting ready for school). But, trust me, there'll be another post soon. Even if I have to stay up late to write it.

 

Not only can you write, you can sing. Cool. My music talent is playing the radio.

I am enjoying this story.

 

Of corse I meant the situation! Why would I like your writting getting worse?

Anyway, I can wait for more, just as long as its as good as all past posts!

I have a new respect for writters now that I have become one.

 

Never the writing, never. You can sing too? Is there anything you can't do? ::smirk::

More!

Sari

 

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that last part was good! keep going, will benr really find them?

and More more more please!

...cooool, a CD...

 

hey Sari I sing




of course Ben will find them. . . if not they'll walk

 

It's been my experience that there are very few people who legitimately CAN'T sing, and that's usually due to being tone deaf rather than a physical inability to hit the notes. As a teacher once told me, if you can walk, you can dance; and if you can talk, you can sing. I've only encountered one hopeless soul to disprove that theory (she couldn't hit any note I played on the piano no matter how many times she heard it), so I'll say it holds true most of the time. With enough practice, usually anything is possible.

So never get discouraged, and never get jealous. And never let someone tell you to stop singing. Just get louder until they leave. Or they join in. Either way.

heeheehee!

 

Heh. Intresting theory. Unfortanty, I think I'm tone deaf.

 

Up!!!!!

 

Hey KnightMara, how'd you know my therory? "And never let someone tell you to stop singing. Just get louder until they leave. Or they join in." ???????????

oooookkk, That and never stop singing. . . . if they don't want to here you they can leave . . .

 

Heh heh...here's another person who admits she can sing...

No kidding, everyone can sing. Will someone please tell that to my fellow classmates who never participate in our liturgy songs? ::goes off with ears steaming::

Anyway, great post. Writing was great, anyways...the boys' situation sure ain't! =(

I'm on pins and needles waiting to see what's going to happen!

 

Okay I will re-word my response. I love to sing but it doesn't sound pretty. I'm tone deaf just ask my husband and he'll confirm that. So I sing at church with the congregation and I sing in the car or around the house when I am by myself.

Knight Mara : you can add some story anytime now.

 

Jedi Master Mara Jade. . . I know what you mean. . . Have you ever heard the song Gather us in? the last line of the second verse. . . "Give us the courage to enter the song!"

No one sings It's terible and I've gotten yelled at by a nun for singing the verses. . . stupid nun I'm glad she retired. . . I'm suprised she's even a nun. . . . (sorry greatly dislike that woman.)

Hey Knight Mara, I know school planing is time consuming (my sis is a teacher) but in those few minutes where your class doesn't rule all aspects of thought. . . could you give us some more story?

 

well maramijade, my MOTHER's a teacher! top that! and this year i have to TAKE HER for a class!

hey, nuns can retire?!

 

*starts banging head on hard surface* I just found this...I am an idiot....ouch.

 

hehehe, where have i heard that before, liz?

 

I will hopefully post more tomorrow. I have a little bit of time to myself then. Today was a bit weird, having to go to a recording studio and such. Here's hoping that my muse will bite once more.

 

Well my sister is, My mom taught CCD, there are about 3 teachers in my neighbor hood, I've had three of my sister's freinds as teachers. . . My neighbor and her daughter taught CCD, oh and this year I get to teach the 5 year olds CCD, (I've helped with a class since I was 6)

there hah! top that!

 

I teach eighth grade Language Arts! So there! I've topped you all. Except maybe RebelMom. She teaches preschool, so she might take the cake!

 

Cake? You have cake? I got to have some cake. But I'm not teaching this summer, just cooking (the cook hurt her back and I've been doing her job). I have 2 brothers-in-law who teach; one does music, the other 5th grade.