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...
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❶"You are weak." Ben leaned over Jedi Fau, the purple saber grazing her neck as Luke pushed back with his green. "It's a wonder you're still alive, Master Skywalker."
Their eyes locked. As Ben's eyes turned from brown to amber, the boy growled and shoved the saber against Luke. The Jedi Master, waiting for the outburst of anger, disarmed the boy with a flick of his wrist and tossed him on the sofa with the Force. The boy's head smacked the window behind him with a thud.
As Luke's battle fever consumed him, he raised his hand to choke his opponent.
Naluma interceded, holding her hand up to Luke to stop him. "No! Luke! He's just a scared kid." She lifted her other hand to her saber burn, wiping the weeping fluid from her neck as the blister burst.
"He tried to kill you."He glared at the boy, feeling the anger welling within himself.
:Don't. You're a Jedi Master, Luke. Don't give into this. How will you ever lead him to the light?:
⊘ Luke clenched his hand, looking at it in remorse, realizing what he had almost done. He took a deep breath as he lowered his hand and deactivated his saber. :He hurt you. He—:
:No.: Naluma reached out with the Force to grab her saber back from the corner where it had rolled. She rubbed her backside while she stood. :I've had worse in sparring. He only hurt my pride.:
After extinguishing his saber, Luke tossed his hilt at her. "Take these to our quarters while I deal with this."
Naluma nodded as she hurried out of the room with both sabers.
As Ben rubbed his head and closed his eyes, he said with a petulant whine, "You—what did you do?"
"I kept you from making the biggest mistake of your life. If you ever threaten a Jedi again, you will answer to me," Luke whispered. He breathed heavily and clenched his fists.
Ben's eyes widened as he comprehended his uncle's words and intentions. He whined, "You hurt me."
"Every choice has a consequence, Ben. And those consequences reach far into the future." As Luke relaxed the tension in his body, he sat beside his nephew and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
Ben shrugged off the embrace.
"If you continue down that path, Ben, you will bring more pain upon yourself and your family—even the galaxy—more than you can possibly imagine. You won't even recognize who you are anymore."
The boy's resolve softened a fraction.
"Do you want your mother to suffer? Because that's where this will lead. I've seen it."
