Captured By Darth Vader

Introduction

My name is Lillian Bershka, I am 20 years old. I have wavy, ginger colored hair that goes till my hips. I usually wear it in one long braid, with bangs falling out on the front. On rare occasions, I put the braid into a bun, so it is less distracting in battles. My eyes are considered hazel brown like the sand of my home planet, although they have a pinch of green in them on the outer rim of the iris. Right under my eye I have a small, dark brown mole, which (like my mom used to say) means that you will have a problematic life (true). I am really pale, almost white, that's why people keep telling me that I don't look like I am from Tatooine.

Back when I was a Padawan I was considered one of the shortest teenagers of the temple, but I have grown a lot these past years, and now I am neither short nor tall, I would say I have the perfect height.

I had a pretty rough childhood. My parents died when I was just 11 years old because our house was bombarded by two pilots (I don't know more information about them, just that they were horrible people.) I was the only survivor, my brother Oscar and my parents died in the fire. For over a year I was homeless and lived on the streets of Tatooine, until my master Quinlan Vos found me on a mission. He instantly noticed I was force sensitive and took me with him to the Jedi temple in Coruscant, I was thankful for the opportunity to start a new life and eager to make the best out of it. Quinlan taught me everything he knew before he confessed that he had fallen to the dark side.

I met my best friend in the temple, Willow Skywalker, she was my age, and we became best friends pretty quickly since we were roommates. Her gorgeous long hair was blonde, and her eyes were as blue as the ocean.

She was the younger sister of Anakin Skywalker. They used to train together as Younglings, but she got kicked out of her old temple, they say it was because she wasn't behaving well, but she says she was bullied and nobody would believe her, not even her own master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, who ended up training only Anakin.

Willow had a scar on her lip, she told me she got it from an incident with some other Younglings, they threw a vase at her, it hit her lip and shattered into pieces. A few days later she got kicked out with the worst excuse I could possibly think of. In our new temple, we used to stay up until midnight to talk about a lot of things.

I loved her company. She was always there when I needed her. She didn't seem to care about what the others thought of her, I guess after all these years of bullying she had learned how to cope with mean comments. Furthermore, she was often addressed as "the sister of the chosen one", but I saw more in her, I saw a beautiful and smart girl that was stubborn like her brother but warm-hearted like her mother, that would never let any of her friends down.

When her brother joined the dark side and started calling himself Darth Vader, she was devastated. I could hear her sobbing every night before falling asleep for several years, it hurt seeing her sad.

When we were nominated Jedi Knights, I started going on missions more and more often, with my wonderful master and sometimes even with other powerful Jedi like Yoda or Obi-Wan Kenobi. At that point, I owned a blue standard lightsaber. Since I was on missions all the time, I never settled on any planet.

I had no house or apartment to live in, but I never felt like I needed one. When I was not on a mission, I was simply living on my spacious Razor Crest with my astromech droid Zara-3, she was a great droid, she even helped me develop my piloting skills. My ship was divided in three small rooms plus the cockpit.

I had a small room next to the cockpit where my bed and a coffer with my clothes was located. My clothes were mostly beige and white, I owned a lot of Jedi robes and some cargo pants. There were a bunch of my belongings lying around in the room.

My little kitchen was downstairs, next to my weapon cabinet. In the kitchen, I would attempt to cook, but my food was disgusting. I wasn't a good cooker.

Absolutely everything in my spaceship was silver, except for my bed and the photos on the wall. I had two photos on the kitchen wall. One was of my parents, and the other one was from when I was still a Padawan, they had taken that picture the day I left the temple to live on my ship.

Willow and I were on the photo, smiling with tears in our eyes. She wasn't leaving the temple. She decided to stay and teach Younglings while preparing for the Jedi trials. I couldn't believe I was doing this to her, after all she had been through, but it was my life and I didn't want to stay in the temple, I wanted to see the galaxy and fight for the republic.