Undertaken (#Wattys2015) (Star Wars)

Chapter 15- Vision

Dim lights illuminated a room high above the ground. The dawn of Dagobah painted the sky in a deep orange shade that could only be seen from the tree house, which of course was so tall it outgrew other plants and could directly meet sunlight. It was a beautiful sight, really.

Quiet voices leaked into that room, coming from the 'living room', the room with the large wooden table on which lay the content of Obi-Wan's backpack, in which were the brilliant lookout holes. Without those perforations on the wall, the room would absolutely lack in light.

"Geonosis." Anakin's low voice broke the silence.

"Meilooruns." Alpha replied.

"Tatooine's sand." Obi-Wan said.

Anakin shook his head in disapproval, "Uh-oh. That's gold, not orange."

"Then let me argue about the meilooruns." Kenobi raised an eyebrow, "Tatooine's sand could be considered orange."

"Master," Anakin snapped, "If we play this stupid game, at least play it properly! Tatooine's sand is nothing like Dagobah's dawn!"

"I agree with the game's stupidity, but meilooruns are pretty orange if I say so myself." Alpha decided to strike too.

"Okay, okay, fine!" Obi-Wan protested, "Tatooine's gold, meilooruns are orange, I've got it. Then I say... Tooka."

"Master, those are brown." Anakin yawned, "I had enough of this comparing game."

What were they waiting for? The more accurate question would be who. After the Force blow event, the team pretty much lacked in energy and got inside Bost's tree house, taking up the boy as well of course. Surprisingly, they've found a separate room inside the wooden home, by accident actually. Alpha was throwing his helmet aside when it rolled to a barely-visible door and pushed it open. It was a shock, really, to see Bost's actual room with a sleeping bag and several interesting tools laying around. Obi-Wan carried in the uncontious boy and dugged him under the deep brown sheets. After closing the mystery-door, the three remaining Republicans wondered about the secrecy of barely visible doors before the game of compairing things to Dagobah's dawn began.

Thankfully, Mace Windu was out of sight, or range, so to speak. He had signed out shortly after the Force blow incident with an unusually bright attitude. His last sentence was what really surprised Kenobi.

"Obi-Wan, don't loose the boy. You must guard him with your life. This Exceptional must play an important role in our future."

"It's easy for him to say that. He hasn't been pressed against a tree with the Force." Anakin complained, going all moody.

"It's his wish," Kenobi formed a brush with his fingers to go over his messed up hair, "We'll finish our task here and get Bost to Coruscant."

But yet, there was no sign of Highhold. He was alive, heck, of course he was, just not quite concious. Even now at dawn he was in his room, assumingly asleep. Obi-Wan could totally understood it, that extreme Force blow was quite the energy giveaway.

No one dared to talk about it, or mention that performance. Alpha was not too enlightened about Jedi things of course, then Anakin must've been furious for Bost taking all the glory and great power.

***

Bost! Bost, wake up!
The boy rubbed his fists against his watery eyes and adjusted them to the bright lights. He was in a strangely familiar place. Not back in the tree house.
Bost! My dear son! Welcome to your vision!
He sat up immediately as realization struck him. He was in his own room on Alderaan. He'd always recognize this mess; his bed that wasn't made, study desk with open politic studies holofiles, shelves filled with pictures of smiley faces, old spaceship maquettes, anything a sixteen years old boy would keep in his room.
He got up and took a few steps in disbelief. He wasn't supposed to be here, he should be on stinky Dagobah...
"Son, can you hear me?"
Bost froze in his motion. He knew the owner of the voice. "Father," The word left his mouth, "are you back from the Politics Meeting?"
It was a regular day in his life on Alderaan. Or was it?
"I never came home that day. I wish I could've."
The voice, Bost realized, has never spoken aloud, only in the boy's own head.
"Why am I back here? I was captured."
"This is a vision, my boy, this is Alderaan a few days after they've taken you."
He took another step. The wooden floor cracked beneath his shod feet. "This cannot be real."
He ran out of his place, into the living room. The sight was sorrowful. The silk couches were thrown aside with the coushions laying on the floor, shattered pieces of the holoprojector cut through the once neat carpet. The earth from her mother's plants were poured out by the window that's glass panel was broken as well. Bost turned away with an agonized expression plastered on his face to see the kitchen in similar ruins too. The hall was the worst. All the cloth pieces were ripped, and by now Bost knew that it could only be the job of a lightsaber. He made his way to the exit and grabbed the doorknob in shock. There was blood on it.
"Don't go out!" His father's voice said, "You'll only find pain."
Bost turned the knob and pushed the door open. Windy air brushed against his face. The sight hasn't changed much, only that the marks of war were left on every building and street. His parents' house's front faced a square where trading markets were occasionally held. Rotting fruits on the street and crashed huts could capture the once existing event.
There wasn't a soul out there. Alderaan was showing it's eerie side with the deserted streets and house ruins. Everything fell into silence, just the wind whistled around. Casted shadows darkened the sight even more gradually.
Bost left the doorstep with an alarmed face and approached one of the broken market huts. He knew this one. With a heavy heart, he kneeled down to reach out for a piece of wood that kept the hut together once, to find a dead body laying under it. "Old Behn." His history teacher.
He pulled his gaze away in pain and emerged from the ground. The wind ruffled his shoulder-lenght hair and blocked his vision for a brief second before he cound notice another body laying a bit further away. He doubled his steps to examine the sight.
The person had short locks of blonde hair that was covered by blood. His face was scarred and torso wounded. Bost watched him in horror. His best friend.
"Phex!" He cried out. "No!" He knelt beside his body and took his hand. A single tear escaped from his eye and rolled down his cheek.
The building of his school was still on flames. Bost coughed as he got nearer, then turned away from the smoke. Everyone in the town was dead.
"Father!" Bost excaimed, "Can you hear me?"
His father's raspy voice filled his head, "I've warned you, son."
"Why am I having this vision?"
"I wanted to let you know..." His father sighed deeply, "That I know how much this event affected you. But don't ever think about pushing people away from yourself. Yes, these citizens died because the Separatists were looking for you. You couldn't protect them, but if you follow those Jedi, you'll learn how to use your powers. Bost, you have this potential to become the savior of so many and you need to use it. The Separatists will move on and attack many others. You need to be there and fight along the Jedi. They need you. If you don't stand up, other planets would end up like Alderaan."

Bost Highhold awoke in his own room on Dagobah, surrounded by bedsheets. Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he inhaled and exhaled louder and quicker than usual. The vision was over.
He rose to a sitting position and scratched the back of his head. A smile invaded his face. He knew what to do now.
He got on his feet and pried open the door to face Obi-Wan, Anakin and Alpha. It took them a while to realize what just happened before bombing him with questions.
"Are you alright?"
"You're back!"
"What happened?
"Listen," Bost started, "I know what to do now. We'll fight. I'll tell you everything I know about Dagobah's situation and we'll sweep the Separatists off the surface!"