Luke Skywalker, the Last Jedi, faces his toughest challenge yet. To rebuild the Jedi Order, he must give up his personal hopes and dreams. Every move is critiqued by not only the New Republic Senate but also the Force-ghost Jedi Council of the past...
❶ "The Hologram/Binary Sunset" 0.09-4.08—A New Hope OST
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Luke awoke the next morning with his ankle throbbing and the rest of his body aching. After he had opened the hatch with a wave of his hand, he levitated the pain meds and some water to himself.
Then he hobbled to his gear locker for a fresh uniform, grateful that he had showered the night before while Naluma was gone. He could feel her sleeping in her cabin. It took all his effort not to wake her up and yield to his emotions.
After meditating for an hour, Luke made a decision that would solve one of their problems. He just wanted to make sure it was the right decision and not one he was making to suit his own needs. He needed a second opinion.
He also needed to get his things from Han and Leia's now that he was living on the shuttle again. They could be the second and third opinions. He would even welcome Chewie's insight. A two-hundred-year-old Wookiee interpreted situations from a different perspective than humans.
Luke felt Naluma stirring, about to wake up. He scrawled a hasty note to let her know where he was and left it by the brewing stimcaf. Then he limped out of the shuttle as he felt her rise.
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❶ The Jedi Master hobbled on his compression boot for two clicks through the Senatorial Complex to Han and Leia's suite. When Han opened the door, Threepio bustled behind him with two breakfast plates stacked with steaming food.
"Luke, come on in. I heard about all the excitement yesterday. Sure glad you and Naluma were there." Han ushered him in.
Chewie sat at the kitchen table, rumbling a greeting as he plowed into his breakfast of a thick, rare nerf steak and golden zered eggs.
"Leia wasn't so bad herself. She was the first to take one of those guys out," Luke said with a smile of pride.
Leia exited the bedroom, her hair braided in an Alderaanian traditional crown for her senatorial duties. She kissed him on the cheek. "Good morning, Luke. Want some breakfast?"
