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...
❸ "The Tractor Beam/Chasm Crossfire"—A New Hope OST
❹ "The Ways of the Force"—The Force Awakens OST
❺ "Anakin vs. Obi-Wan"—Revenge of the Sith OST
❻ "The High Council Meeting and Qui-Gon's Funeral"—The Phantom Menace OST
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❶ The blue blade clashed with the green blade, crackling energy, as father and son strained against each other. Both gritted their teeth. Both gripped their sabers the same.
Anakin groaned and shoved Luke to the ground. "The problem with you is that you rely too much on your own strength."
Luke scrambled from the dirt and batted the next attack with a swipe from the left. Following an overhead slash to the left shoulder, he kicked his father in the stomach. As his father thudded to the soil, he regrouped a meter away.
"Yes." Anakin kicked up his body in one smooth movement and brandished his saber once more. "Don't enter battle only half-fueled. The Force is your strength, your speed." He attacked from middle right to high left, to low right, to prime in less than a second.
The green saber collided with Anakin's once more as Luke parried each hit with perfect placement. He batted his father's saber to his left and swiveled to gain momentum before assailing with his own high-low-high attack. The blades whizzed in the growing dusk, illuminating the darkening grove.
Anakin pulled his saber behind his head and struck downward at Luke's crown. As the blue blade met the green blade mere centimeters from the younger man's sweating brow, his hair stood on end.
Wait! This thing's live?
"And keep your thoughts shielded. Or your opponent will know what you're planning."
His teacher took advantage of his confusion and skewered the green blade, tossing it meters away. As Anakin came in for a dismembering blow on Luke's left arm, Young Skywalker reached out with the Force, barely retrieving his blade in time to block the blow.
While both struggled to gain the upper hand, Luke flicked his head and Force-shoved his father into the middle branches of a sprawling thundu tree.
"Good. Very good."
The ghost settled into his perch on an outstretched limb and beckoned him with a finger.
Luke pivoted barely in time to deflect the first barrage of laser blasts. Battle droids?
Grunting, he arched his saber back and forth in a semicircle to deflect the deadly barrage. The next waves came faster and faster. He had no option. He had to let the Force fill him, control him.
