The Guardian of the Chosen One (English Version of "La Gardienne de l'Elu")

Chapter 26: Training

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Shmi's point of view

When I arrived at my cruiser, I immediately took refuge in my quarters, in order to be able to transmit to Father, the results that I had just had. We always used our link to communicate, to avoid leaving a trace of our exchanges. I sat in my chair, ready to send the evidence to him. I was sure he would be happy to hear my report, considering how much he loved Mother.

Me: Father, I got the results you wanted.

Father: I am listening, my daughter

Me: You are going to be happy. It seems your instincts were right. Mother is alive and well here. I don't know how, but I got confirmation of her identity, after a fight with her. I will give you a proof, to assure you of my words. Are you alone and in your sphere?

Father: Yes, my daughter. Transmit to me what you have got.

So, I took a sample of the blood on my glove and sent it directly to him, through an interface on my desktop console. He had a long silence, asking me what was going on in Father's head.

Father: Co...How is this possible? I was there, at his funeral! I saw his body!

Me: I don't know. But I can guarantee you that it is her, because I saw her with my own eyes. And...you're right, Father. I do look a lot like her.

Father: I must see her again...I missed her so much...

Then he had a moment of silence, before hearing her voice full of regret

Father: By the Force, I strangled her! I choked my angel, on Scarif! I almost killed her, on the Death Star!

Me: You have no idea, Father.

Father: I...Thank you, daughter. Though I don't know if I deserve your compassion.

Me: You have suffered enough, Father. Otherwise, I have the name of the rebel who destroyed the Death Star. And...I don't know if that's true.

Father: Say it again, daughter.

Me: He claims to be Luke Skywalker and had your old saber. My...little brother. But you told me he was dead, right?

I had another moment of silence. Father must have been thinking about the information or probably wanted to believe it

Father: Do you have any proof?

Me: Yes. I managed to pull out a piece of his hair.

Father: Send me the analysis.

So I took the hair I pulled out of the Jedi apprentice and put it into my personal scanner. Then I watched the results carefully, looking for a match. The screen loaded in what seemed like a long time. Finally, the results were displayed and I thought I would gasp when I saw them.

Me: No!

I looked, not coming back from what I had in front of me. And yet, it was so clear.

Father: I asked you something, my daughter.

The firm tone, reminded me of the previous request.

Me: Sorry, Father. I just...I couldn't believe it

There was a silence, as I passed on Father's information. I could feel his impatience and anguish. Then, as he read, I could feel a flame of hope growing in him.

Father: My...son. He survived!

Me: It's...it's true then?

Father: Yes. Luke was the name we chose, for a son. And...I have a strange feeling that my angel wasn't just wearing him.