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When; Late Friday the 16th/Early Saturday the 17th
Rating; PG
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knightbalanced) and Anakin Skywalker (coercible)
Summary; Anakin shows up in the City and Luke goes to investigate. Icon used in this post is misleadingly angst-ridden, it's just v fancy, don't you think? Luke knows, Anakin doesn't, there is much awkwardness and family resemblance in something that should not be, but somehow happens. (Finished log.)
Log;
(Anakin) "Too late. Jump!"
The elevator had been fast approaching, and he knew what he had to do, even before the words had left Obi-Wan's mouth. The calls to R2 had been too late, so he'd take the only available route at that time. He could stay where he was, with both his Master and the Counsellor's lives in his hands, or he could do everything within his power to ensure they made it out in one piece. The choice had been simple. He'd let go.
Freefalling for longer than he would've cared for, Anakin soon found himself facing yet another problem when the ground decided to pay him an early visit. A moment ago, he'd seen the approaching entranceways, and had already calculated how long it'd take for the trio to reach the exit. But now, everything had changed. And it started with a loud crash into an unfamiliar environment. As always, he was quick to spring back on to his feet, immediately taking the time to scan the area. It was empty. Completely empty. But barely a few moments ago both Obi-Wan and the Counsellor had been right next to him. He had seen them, heard them, felt them. And now they just ceased to exist, with no explanation as to where they'd disappeared to. So where could they possibly have gone?
(Luke) Just as it had with Leia and Obi-Wan, the arrival of another Force user to the City struck him immediately. But this time was different. His sister, though dear to him, was a latent presence. Obi-Wan was an echo of familiarity, different but recognizable. This was like getting hit in the head with chair.
His mind’s fist reaction was to shut down, shut it out, but he was off and running before he could articulate why, those feelings and senses rolling around in his head like a storm. Like Obi-Wan, it was and it wasn’t. It was like then on Endor but it was so different - clean and bright and without the ragged exhausted center. Doors were of no consequence – did he pass someone? He wasn’t paying attention. The elevator was too slow and he took the stairs at speeds only Jedi could capture. He slowed as he came down the hall, his mental shields relaxing so that the man – the young man – inside would know he’s coming and that he meant no harm.
Luke Skywalker pushed open the door, hesitant but unafraid, knowing who he was about to face.
(Anakin) It took the sudden rush of energy that snapped him back to his senses. He knew, without question, that had his Master been around, he'd have currently been reprimanded for his lack of focus. He was in a place he'd never seen before, completely separated from those he knew, and now he was letting his focus slip.
But this presence, another user, it was both familiar and something new. It felt as if he should've recognised it's signature, and yet he knew he'd never met this person before.
Until now. He could feel the other approaching, their presence almost...soothing. His dropped shields had done their job, leaving Anakin's arms hanging free from any weapon. This wasn't the Invisible Hand, and the person outside wasn't with the Trade Federation. He knew that much for certain. But that didn't mean he'd be leaving his guard down a second time.
He kept his position in the middle of the foreign room, eyes on the door as the stranger made his way inside. It wasn't until a few moments later that Anakin finally spoke. "Who are you?"
(Luke) The sight of him took Luke’s breath away. He looked just like he did as a ghost on Endor, but real, three-dimensional, full of color and life and newness. Luke stopped just inside the doorway, giving him a wide enough berth not to seem threatening, though nothing about his presence would be, anyway. Though he was dressed all in black, there wasn’t even a hint of darkness about him. The Force that ran through him was light, powerful, and so much like the kind that echoed from Anakin.
Anakin. Luke was still in shock. So many thoughts ran through his head: Wow he really is that tall, his eyes look like mine, I’m so glad I didn’t watch any of those holos—
He let out a shaky bit of laughter at his question, unbidden. For a moment his mind scrambled to come up with something better, something vague but comforting, something that’ll settle things, something that isn’t going to make anything worse—but all to soon that awkward impulsive kneejerk thing was inside him (probably mirrored by every other young twenty-something human in the galaxy) compensating for his anxiety and he spoke a little too soon, a little too honestly, punctuated by the shocked and awed look on his face.
“I’m Luke Skywalker.”
(Anakin) "I do not-" What was he meant to say? It was a man who felt this familiar. Who looked similar in many ways. "...Skywalker is my name." And who shared the same name. Logically, that would place him as family of some kind. But he had been his mothers only child, and he had no other blood relatives left. There was always the possibility of it all being a coincidence. But he had learnt by now that chance was a concept that didn't exist in the ways most believed. If they were meeting now, it was for a reason.
"What is this?" Quite what he was asking referred to a number of different things. What was going on? Where were they? And above all, how could a person he'd never met before share so many similarities with him? There was a flare of panic, quickly pushed away. Nothing about the situation was making sense, and in less than ten seconds, his confusion had simple grown ten fold.
There was silence in which Anakin did little more than just watch Luke make his way round. Slowly, quietly, he finally continued. "I believe I may need to find a medical droid." Because clearly he must've hit his head at some point during their attack.
(Luke) Luke didn’t know what to say to that, so he just nodded weakly. Whether it was an acceptance of his declaration or a confirmation of what he already knew, it wasn’t clear. Inhale, exhale. He made himself find a calm center.
“I’m not a healer,” he said, “but I can look at you.”
It’s obvious he’s not, anyway. The way he moves, his aura. Healers would have hung back from an unknown Force user. But all Jedi know basic healing, and Luke is no exception. He doesn’t know how Anakin got here – the floor’s a mess, like he fell -- but he motions to the sofa in the center in the living room. “There isn’t a facility with a med droid here, anyway.”
Maybe they just need a minute to get this whole City thing out of the way before they go back to the issue of being Skywalkers.
(Anakin) Slowly, surely, Anakin nodded his head. Luke was a Jedi, regardless of anything else he'd said, and from that alone, he could be trusted. Even if, at that moment, it seemed like Anakin wasn't the only one who may've needed some kind of medical attention.
Making his way over to the sofa, Anakin took a seat near the edge, his own black robes pulled tightly around himself. If they were in an area without any medical droids, then what else did the planet lack in? And what had he been sent there in the first place? Without any knowledge of ever having left the Invisible Hand. Had something happened on the way? Was he unconscious, and his was merely some kind of strange dream?
He took a deep breath. And another. Right now, he needed to settle himself down. There was no use in losing his calm and getting into more trouble than he undoubtedly already was in. "Where is this place?"
(Luke) Luke sat down as well, far enough away from him to not be crowding him, but still within arm’s reach. He let the Force extend through him to the other man – his father - just an ordinary health inquiry. Aside from being a little roughed up, he seemed fine. The thing that stood out was his arm. Luke let the connection drift, wondering. They’d both lost their right hands. He could have laughed. He wondered if Anakin noticed.
“It’s another dimension,” he said, quiet. “It’s very small, a point that connects many realities. It’s called the City.”
(Anakin) Had he been more focused on his environment, then maybe he would've picked up the similarities in their injuries. Perhaps he would've also realised that the two of them weren't the only Jedi in this city. And especially that one happened to be Obi-Wan. As it stood, his focus didn't seem to stretch any further than himself and his own thoughts. A mistake, perhaps. But he was loathe to remedy it right then.
"Another dimension? That doesn't make any sense. Even if a planet were to exist in another plane, how is it possible to be sent there without a person’s knowledge?" To be transferred between dimensions, or which he'd only ever been taught of three, without any clues was completely unheard of.
(Luke) “They’re not big on logic here,” he said, a hint of dryness to his voice. “I fell asleep on a medical freighter in the Outer Rim and woke up here, outside.”
Luke kept himself calm and stable, falling into the easy pattern of explaining the City to a nervous newcomer. He knew if he let himself think too hard on it, he’d get even more flustered than he was when Obi-Wan had shown up. Oh, Force. Obi-Wan. Soon enough, Anakin would notice the other Jedi’s presence. What would he think? Obi-Wan didn’t even know him. He was just another lost apprentice… Wait.
“You said you’re name’s Skywalker. Are you a Knight?”
(Anakin) It helped, again, having that constant presence by his side right then. Everything just seemed simpler having another nearby who had apparently gone through a similar experience.
"I am." He moved back on to his feet again, making his way over to the window. Peeling back the dusty curtains, a flood of light filtered its way into the room. This was the planet they'd been set to, and it looked nothing like anywhere he'd seen before. It was something of a mixture, and he knew that it should've been in his interest to explore. As it stood, however-
"Where is the nearest Space Port then? I need to return to Na-" He cut himself off. Naboo shouldn't have been the first place on his mind. Not right then. "I need to find a way to return to Coruscant. To the Invisible Hand. It's important."
(Luke) A Jedi Knight. Not an apprentice. And he was in the same age range as he and Obi-Wan. You’ve really got a sense of humor, he thought, directed at the City, as if something like that could ever hear him. Surely the Jedi apprentice had felt Anakin by now, but Anakin was clearly miles away in his head. What would he think, meeting his Master like this? All of them were so tangled, now.
Luke stood as well, walking to his side at the window. The view, at least, had some aesthetic charm.
“It should ease your mind to know time has frozen for you on the outside,” he said. “This place takes people from different universes and even points in time, but when you go back, it will be the very moment you left. Nothing is rushing past you.” He paused, wondering at the strength of his words. It was a notion that had been presented to him, and one he subscribed to wholeheartedly. He truly believed these things, and the Force did, too.
“You will do all you are meant to.” It was a quiet afterthought, and though he didn’t know it from simple lack of exposure, the sort of quiet afterthoughts Jedi were prone to.
He continued on another note: “I’ve been here nearing a standard month. There is no spaceport. There is no voluntary means of leaving.”
(Anakin) His attention shifted to the other Jedi for a few moments, an almost calculating look on his face. How could time remain stuck in one place, and still pass in another? And how could Luke be so sure that this was true if he had been there for a month without leaving. "Then we are trapped here, against our will." But as long as time really stayed in a single place while he was gone, then things would be alright. He'd be able to get back in time to get the Counsellor to safety and find General Grievous.
"What of the others I was with previously? If we were all in the same area, it makes little sense that they aren't he-" He cut himself off yet again. Only this time, it was for a far different reason. Another familiar feeling was reaching him, vague, and in the distance. Turning back to the window again, he turned completely silent, his body slowly reattuning itself with the area; the people. Or more precisely, a single person. It took a few moments longer than it should have for him to realise who it was. But once it clicked, he knew, without doubt.
"Master Kenobi is here." A statement and not a question. That was to follow. "He feels...strange."
(Luke) Luke felt like he knew what caused Anakin (it was so hard to think of him as Father when he looked like this, felt like this, spoke like this) to pause like that, and when he spoke, Luke’s suspicion was confirmed.
He started to respond, and then the thought fluttered through his head that, oh, that’s right, it’s not just his father. A strange feeling settled in Luke’s chest at the thought that his parents were here. But would Anakin sense her? Would she know him, like this? He swallowed that thought away. His mother – in his head she was still Senator Amidala – had been so quiet, withdrawn from them almost. Obi-Wan was the pressing matter.
“This City likes to play tricks on people,” he said. He was glad more now than ever that he’d demanded the strange knowledge of their lives from his friends. It allowed him to be calm now, able to defeat his anxiety and excitement. “Obi-Wan and I are the only other Jedi here. He is… an apprentice. He will not know you.”
(Anakin) "He's still a Padawan?" Anakin wasn't sure whether to be amused or concerned at the idea that his Master now ranked below him. Even if it was just a matter of timelines being affected. He was still the same man that Anakin knew as a child. The very same who had insisted that he would never make a suitable Jedi.
"We met when he was still an apprentice. He didn't gain his rank until Master Jinn was...oh." If Obi-Wan was still an apprentice, then that meant that Qui-Gon must've still been alive in his time. It wasn't until his death that Obi-Wan became a Jedi Knight. So then, unveiling himself as Obi-Wan's student would bring on questions that would be better left unanswered.
"That would mean that time itself is affected. So then if this is true, does that mean you come from another time also?" A pause. There was only one way his mind allowed itself to travel. And children weren't anywhere on his list. "...you were related to my mother."
(Luke) ‘Oh’ indeed.
It was eerie how their thought processes seemed to be circling the other’s. Luke thought about his mother, Anakin thought about his own.
Grandparents. Growing up without so much as names and faces of his real parents was enough - the thought of family past that was humbling.
“I…,” he had to start slow, picking his words carefully. Luke was a terrible liar, and even the smallest manipulations of the truth stuck out on him like red paint. “I am related to your mother, yes.”
(Anakin) "It would be best if he didn't know then." Or at least not unless he went out of his way to ask. And the chances of that happening? He honestly had no idea. But the longer he could keep Obi-Wan from learning the future of Qui-Gon, the better.
Well that answered one question. Now he had an idea why they shared the same name, at least. But how? He may've been telling the truth, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that Luke was holding something back. "How were you both related?" Though he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know.
(Luke) “I agree,” he said softly, watching the City lights below. He could see their reflections in the glass, side by side. “Though I know his future, I have told him little, because it would wound him unnecessarily.”
The gentle omission about Obi-Wan spoke volumes. For a Jedi to be pained or be spared knowledge for the sake of comfort was considered ridiculous. But those close to Kenobi would know he had strong, deep emotions that he shut tight away inside. He still felt, even if it never reached his eyes. It spoke that Luke, unwittingly like Qui-Gon before them both, saw the Force in a way unlike the rigid Jedi Council.
He hesitated at the next subject. There was no fear in him at it, but something more layered and shifting, nameless. Things were progressing so fast, but Anakin was taking it so well. It was nearly surprising – but he felt so comfortable with him, and Anakin must have felt the same way to have been so calm, or at least Luke thought so.
He turned to look at Anakin. “This is a lot to take in, right now,” he said. “Tell me with honesty you wish to know. Or is it enough for this moment that we are kin?”
(Anakin) For the time being, Anakin would simply remain as just another Jedi. There was no reason to have to change the matter. Besides, if this were truly another world, wouldn't this be easier regardless? There were less questions to be had by any who know them through name or association.
He turned silent again, his thoughts turned inward. How much did he truly want to know? If he was in a similar situation to someone like Obi-Wan, would he want to know the truth, even if it were something as big as that? Would it even be fair to Luke to make him have to reveal something he had thought didn't need to be said?
There was a slow shake of his head, and Anakin finally offered a hand in greeting. "It's good to meet you, Luke Skywalker."
(Luke) Luke thought of the first time he confronted Darth Vader as he took Anakin’s hand. It seemed so long ago, like a dream. A smile spread on his face, and he nodded, shaking the other’s hand warmly. It was an old, odd gesture, not like the formal bows of Coruscant. We both grew up on Tatooine…
“And you… Anakin.” It was more a weighted pause than a true hesitation – it was obvious already Luke knew who he was, and that Anakin assumed he did, asking about his relation to his mother like Luke would know easily. “For what it’s worth… welcome to the City.”
(Anakin) "Thank you." He didn't have any reason to be concerned with the fact that Luke knew his name. The man seemed to know a lot about a range of different things. Especially in regards to the city and their history. Even Anakin knew to respect that, regardless of what he may or may not have wanted to find out from the Jedi.
"May I ask you for more information about this planet though?" If he were to be stuck there too, it'd be useful for him to know a little more about his temporary home, for now. It'd be better to gain that information from a person he could trust than to jump to his own conclusions.
(Luke) “Of course,” he said, letting their hands drop. He had to remind himself not to stare at the taller man’s face. He’d only seen it once before, in a pale blue shadow.
He explained the nature of the City and how it trapped people from all worlds (though quite noticeably some single planet called Earth), the unpredictable coming and going, the curses, the deities, the powers that be of the other citizens.
“…There is also an odd phenomenon of people knowing of each other, even if they are from different realities.” This was the part that got him the most. Maybe it would not be so for Anakin, but he couldn’t quite keep his tone of voice from reflecting the fact that he found this all to be weird. “Echoes of other realities are sometimes expressed through works of fiction in different worlds. The reality we know is a strong one. Many know of the Jedi, and of our lives.”
Luke thought of the recognition he received, and of how people knew about Obi-Wan. Anakin would have it the worst. People would know. Darth Vader. He exhaled, reminding himself to stay focused and not let any of his emotion bleed right now.
(Anakin) Other worlds. Curses. Deities. Each topic only made the conversation seem more and more surreal. For an entire world, city, to exist that allowed a connection to dimensions that didn't exist for them was almost like something out of a child's story. And yet, he knew to believe each and every point that Luke made. That didn't mean he wouldn't start looking for proof of his own later, however, but there were some things that could wait a little longer than others.
The idea that people from worlds other than their own knew personal information regarding each of them was something that caught his attention though. Their lives were fairly ordinary, considering the positions they held. Why would people find interest in fiction based on their lives?
"That doesn't make any sense. How would information regarding the Jedi make it to another world if the Order does not exist there?" And what did that mean for the three of them? He was looking back out of the window by then, keeping a calm gaze over the people who walked around outside. Though it was on surface level alone. The more he heard, the less anything was making sense right then. The different shapes and species wasn't something new to those who travelled between planets, but alternate dimensions were something new altogether.
(Luke) Luke sighed, letting out a light laugh, one that showed his wry resignation to the entire place. “The theory I’ve worked up is that, due to waypoints in between worlds like this, it’s possible for echoes – shadows, imprints – of certain collective events to be cast into other worlds. It isn’t unique to us. Many people here have experienced similar things. I’ve even met a twelve year old girl who apparently has entire holoserials about her life in worlds not her own.
“The reason I’m telling you this is because there are people here who would use this information against you, for their own gain. Perhaps they wish for war for entertainment or because they wish to control the power we have as Jedi. Most everyone here is good, innocent, well meaning – but there are those who are not.”
He looked at Anakin now, serious. “I need you to trust me. I don’t want to lie to you, or keep things from you.” Luke gave his word through the Force, showing Anakin the best he could that he was being honest. His voice is earnest, even passionate, and it resonates on his face and in his eyes end through the Force. “Know that there is nothing anyone here can tell you that I cannot. If someone baits you with some seemingly terrible bit of information, or tries to get you to say or do something in exchange for an answered question – no matter what they say – I will tell you with nothing asked in return. And I will not lie to you. No one who would do that cares for anything but themselves, and will only be daring such cruel tactics because they’re soulless.”
(Anakin) Complete records of the lives of those he knew and cared about. He knew that kind of information could be used against others for personal gain. But of the three of them there, Luke seemed the most prepared for such a situation. He also knew that Obi-Wan wouldn't be easy to persuade, whatever was held over him. And as for Anakin, the very idea that someone would be able to try and use information to barter with him was something he refused to ever let come to light. But worse than that was the idea that Luke believed someone would be able to do such a thing in the first place.
"Do you truly believe that a Jedi would allow such a situation to be used to control them?" He knew that Luke was saying this for his own safety, but that didn't mean that Anakin had to be happy with even the vaguest of insinuations that he may allow himself to be placed in to the situation in the first place.
"If they try, then yes, I shall speak with you regarding the information." However, that would be assuming he gave up quickly enough to not find another way of gaining said information. Anakin was nothing if not stubborn about many things.
(Luke) His heart went out to Anakin at such a display of confidence, but his own emotions were kept neatly tucked away inside, out of reach of detection. Would Luke’s mind ever be at ease, knowing that his father, so close to the brink of Darkness, was here, open for the vultures of the City? His faith in Obi-Wan was unshakable, but this one…
“I’ve seen many unfortunate things in my time,” he said eventually, and it somehow managed to not sound ridiculous. They seemed to be about the same age, after all, and it probably seemed strange for Luke to be speaking like such an old soul. “I’ve learned to prepare for the worst, no matter how unlikely. It isn’t hopelessness so much as finding that blind faith tends to let people fall in holes in the ground they never saw coming.” He offered up a little half-smile at that.
(Anakin) "There's more to it than just blind faith. My Master taught me well. I'm not going to make mistakes to allow others the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. That much should be clear." He was trying his best to keep his head clear from other thoughts. The ones that surrounded mistakes he made being used against other people. A word in the wrong place and it would be easy to mess things up. He refused to be the one to do that.
And that included right now.
He stopped for a few moments, taking the chance to try and re-center himself. This wasn't an argument. It wasn't even a discussion. It was one Jedi leaving another with a piece of advice and an offer of help. "You have my word that I shall be wary of any situation that arises."
(Luke) Luke was an unmovable center of peace, though he sensed Anakin’s momentary unrest. It would be easy for him to slip into worry and anxiety in this moment, this strange, backwards reunion, but he gathered up the resolve within himself not to. He decided - quietly but with complete certainty - that he would not allow himself to become distressed. By any of this.
For a moment, there might have been a tiny echo of sadness inside of him, because he knew just how seductive his father found darkness, though he had meant so well. But it was recovered with the shining knowledge that Darth Vader died not a Sith Lord but as Anakin Skywalker. A feat unheard of, even in Jedi history. A feat made possible by Luke himself, and his connection to the man standing next to him.
“I trust you.”
He meant it.
(Anakin) There was a nod in response, and nothing more. It wasn't a brush off. In fact, it was far from it. But there wasn't anything he could say in response. A thank you was almost worthless to an open admission of trust.
Finally turning his back to the window, Anakin made a motion toward the door. "I wish to take a look around this city." Another comment, but this time with an underlying request. Perhaps he was expecting too much, or perhaps not. Guessing wasn't ever an adequate answer. But sitting around and talking for hours on end wasn't something he particularly enjoyed doing. It was difficult enough for others to often keep him stationary for more than a few minutes at a time. Not unless official orders came in to play.
And besides, it gave him the opportunity to both explore and gain insight into the workings of his makeshift home.
(Luke) Luke nodded, and gave Anakin a little smile. “Stairs or elevator?” he stepped outside, waiting for the other man.
It felt so normal, and yet it wasn’t. He wondered if this was what it felt like, having other Jedi around. It was so bizarre listening to the history lessons on Master Jeth’s holocron – he knew that Order was one long gone, and not the one Anakin was a product of. It seemed to make so much more sense than the one Yoda spoke of. Maybe that was blasphemous.
He looked over at Anakin. “Ah, you came from amidst the Clone Wars, is that right? How were things going?” Maybe his answer would give Luke time enough to figure out how to explain that Padmé was here and just… not from his time.
(Anakin) "Stairs. An elevator is what got me in to this situation in the first place. I'd rather not find myself transported to another world again." The grin that went with it was proof he was being far from serious. It may've been the last thing he remembered, but he wasn't blaming an inanimate object for his transferral. He followed out after Luke, leaving the other Jedi to guide the way. This was one situation where he was happy to leave control in another's hands.
"That is correct." Already three years had passed, but things were finally moving in the right direction. "The end may be in sight. My Master and I had managed to defeat Count Dooku and rescue the Chancellor. Once we find General Grievous we shall be able to put an end to the Separatist threat." And an end to the fighting in general. Too many had fallen already, and there was no telling how much higher the toll could climb if they didn't end it now.
(Luke) He laughed a little at that, enjoying the light mood. Stairs it was, and it was nice to keep moving. Too much time lately had been spent digging through the network looking for information about the Mirror City or being cooped up on the Falcon.
“Good,” he said in response to the information about the war. It was something everyone in the galaxy his age had read about, but who knew what the Empire had changed in history records? He’d never heard of Count Dooku. “I’m glad to hear that.”
They went down another flight of stairs, and Luke began again: “There are others from our world here. My sister, who is a Senator from Alderaan, and our friend, who..” he trailed off, wondering how to classify Han. “General Solo. His ship is here but it won’t fly.” It was likely obvious he had more to say, but was giving Anakin time to digest information bit by bit.
(Anakin) Despite the fact Anakin was taking the time to take in his surroundings, his attention still remained with Luke. This man was the only person around who could provide the answers he needed, and he seemed willing to do so. That was something he was grateful for, given the circumstances.
"Alderaan?" That caught his attention. The only Senator from Alderaan that he knew had been Bail Organa through his connections with Padmé and the High Council. As far as he knew, there hadn't been a female Senator for the planet before. So how could Luke's sister be one?
His train of thought was cut off however with the mention of a ship. If it wouldn't fly, it'd need to be fixed. And once that happened, a way back had to follow close behind. "Do you believe the General would be willing to accept aid in repairing his ship?"
(Luke) I wonder if messing with mechanics runs in my family…
“Yes , of course. It’s fully functional, though. There’s some kind of field over the City that keeps all transports grounded. I’ve been looking into what causes it, but I haven’t turned up anything so far.”
When they came to the ground floor and through the lobby, Luke pushed open one of the doors, stepping into the City proper. It was getting busier – people from all worlds, in all manners of clothes, people with wings, and very few non-humans. Visibly, at least. For a moment he just waited there on the steps, watching people go about their business, side by side with Anakin.
“…There is a senator from Naboo here, as well.” The weight and pause of his voice was obvious. He knew. But there was something else. He didn’t know what Anakin’s reaction would be, but he couldn’t in good conscience keep the information from him.
(Anakin) "There isn't a power source?" All fields were generated from a single point, and all generators required power. With two major signs to follow, surely it couldn't be that hard to find the source and shut down the field. The sooner they could manage that, the sooner they could leave. They all had places to return to.
...though he wasn't sure how they'd all manage to end up in the right places if they came from different times.
Reaching the exit of the building, Anakin paused, looking over the various people there. They all seemed...strange. He'd spent his entire life around non-humans, so he knew he should've been used to it. But this? This was something completely new. Some of them were radiating a force unlike anything he'd felt before. But instead of being concerned about it, he was intrigued. It was completely new territory, and he was going to take the time to explore it.
Or he would've, if Luke hadn't just snapped his full attention back again. "From Naboo?" There was a pause as Anakin forced himself to keep control. It could've been anyone, if the timelines were really as diverse. Jumping to conclusions wouldn't help anyone. "What is their name?"
(Luke) He was pleased that Anakin seemed curious but not overwhelmed, though Luke did not respond to his initial queries, waiting for the realization about Padme to settle in. He was sure the other would not register any responses he made not concerning her, anyway.
He turned to look at the taller man, meeting his eyes. He somehow knew he only had a small window of time before his father took off.
“Her last memory before coming here is being on a planet called Geonosis,” he told him. That was the bulk of it. It that didn’t weight him, nothing would. “…Padmé Amidala.” He hesitated then, watching him—
“She lives in building nine. If she isn’t there, she’ll be at hospital. She works there.”
(Anakin) Surprise. She was there in the first place. Annoyance. He hadn't realised it yet. Relief. There hadn't been any mention of her being in trouble. Confusion...
"Geonosis? It's been years since we were there last. That was before-" He frowned, looking away from Luke. They hadn't been to Geonosis since the very start of the war. Three years ago that'd been. Back when the clones had first been unveiled as Republican fighters. Three years ago was back before they'd gotten married.
Even to those unable to feel what was going on, his state was clear as day. He was torn between going to find her right away, and waiting to check that he was right in his assumptions. If she really was from the moment he believed her to be from, he knew there were a lot of things he wasn't meant to mention. But some would be the very things he'd hope to remind her of.
"...you are sure of this?" The balance was tipping toward the first route already.
(Luke) “I’m very sure,” he said, quiet – almost gentle. “I spoke with her just yesterday.”
Luke didn’t want to step on any toes, but he didn’t want to underplay the importance of this moment. It was the sort of thing he just didn’t quite understand. He loved Han and Leia, yes, and maybe he had some sort of connection with Shira, even, but the sort of connection between them, between his parents was outside his realm of comprehension.
“… I’m easy to get ahold of, if you need me.”
It was a weak ‘Go for it’ suggestion. What else could he do? Anakin could easily get his attention over the network or, for Jedi of their caliber, through the Force, if he ran into trouble or had a moment of panic. There was an odd tightness in his chest as he watched Anakin’s face and observed the ripple of emotion in the Force.
(Anakin) He was reaching out to find her before the confirmation was even made. He had no idea how he'd managed to not notice she was there for this entire time. But now he knew, he wasn't going to let it go unchecked. He couldn't just ignore it, now.
"She is from a time where she remained under my protection. That shall remain unchanged while we are here." The formality slipped back on easily. It was something that'd been ingrained into him since he'd first started his training. Where in another situation he would've extended a hand again, this time there was a formal bow. He was a Jedi returning to a mission he once held. "She shall remain safe."
Though, as always, there was more to it than that. But it wasn't a matter to be discussed with anyone other than he and Padmé, and that would never change. Not until the rules had changed in their favour. Something they both knew wouldn't never happen.
"Thank you for your aid, but I believe it time to make my presence known to her."
(Luke) “Of course.”
There was nothing else he could offer. Luke just watched him, because there was nothing else to do. It was written all over his face – what intense emotions! How could the Jedi Order expect people to suppress things like this? It was what stopped Vader…
Those thoughts weren’t for the present, and Luke quietly set them aside. He just nodded, and said nothing else.
(Anakin) There was a small, but grateful smile, before Anakin was turning on his heel, already knowing exactly where to head. Nothing else mattered just then, and he was sure to make that clear as he cut himself off from all else that what going on.
Alternate dimensions. Curses. Deities. Worlds with others knowing of them. Altering timelines. And now this. Even with the pile of problems mounted against them, everything just became all the more manageable with the final piece of information Luke had passed over. Everything would be alright just as soon as he reached her.
Rating; PG
Characters; Luke Skywalker (
knightbalanced) and Anakin Skywalker (coercible) Summary; Anakin shows up in the City and Luke goes to investigate. Icon used in this post is misleadingly angst-ridden, it's just v fancy, don't you think? Luke knows, Anakin doesn't, there is much awkwardness and family resemblance in something that should not be, but somehow happens. (Finished log.)
Log;
(Anakin) "Too late. Jump!"
The elevator had been fast approaching, and he knew what he had to do, even before the words had left Obi-Wan's mouth. The calls to R2 had been too late, so he'd take the only available route at that time. He could stay where he was, with both his Master and the Counsellor's lives in his hands, or he could do everything within his power to ensure they made it out in one piece. The choice had been simple. He'd let go.
Freefalling for longer than he would've cared for, Anakin soon found himself facing yet another problem when the ground decided to pay him an early visit. A moment ago, he'd seen the approaching entranceways, and had already calculated how long it'd take for the trio to reach the exit. But now, everything had changed. And it started with a loud crash into an unfamiliar environment. As always, he was quick to spring back on to his feet, immediately taking the time to scan the area. It was empty. Completely empty. But barely a few moments ago both Obi-Wan and the Counsellor had been right next to him. He had seen them, heard them, felt them. And now they just ceased to exist, with no explanation as to where they'd disappeared to. So where could they possibly have gone?
(Luke) Just as it had with Leia and Obi-Wan, the arrival of another Force user to the City struck him immediately. But this time was different. His sister, though dear to him, was a latent presence. Obi-Wan was an echo of familiarity, different but recognizable. This was like getting hit in the head with chair.
His mind’s fist reaction was to shut down, shut it out, but he was off and running before he could articulate why, those feelings and senses rolling around in his head like a storm. Like Obi-Wan, it was and it wasn’t. It was like then on Endor but it was so different - clean and bright and without the ragged exhausted center. Doors were of no consequence – did he pass someone? He wasn’t paying attention. The elevator was too slow and he took the stairs at speeds only Jedi could capture. He slowed as he came down the hall, his mental shields relaxing so that the man – the young man – inside would know he’s coming and that he meant no harm.
Luke Skywalker pushed open the door, hesitant but unafraid, knowing who he was about to face.
(Anakin) It took the sudden rush of energy that snapped him back to his senses. He knew, without question, that had his Master been around, he'd have currently been reprimanded for his lack of focus. He was in a place he'd never seen before, completely separated from those he knew, and now he was letting his focus slip.
But this presence, another user, it was both familiar and something new. It felt as if he should've recognised it's signature, and yet he knew he'd never met this person before.
Until now. He could feel the other approaching, their presence almost...soothing. His dropped shields had done their job, leaving Anakin's arms hanging free from any weapon. This wasn't the Invisible Hand, and the person outside wasn't with the Trade Federation. He knew that much for certain. But that didn't mean he'd be leaving his guard down a second time.
He kept his position in the middle of the foreign room, eyes on the door as the stranger made his way inside. It wasn't until a few moments later that Anakin finally spoke. "Who are you?"
(Luke) The sight of him took Luke’s breath away. He looked just like he did as a ghost on Endor, but real, three-dimensional, full of color and life and newness. Luke stopped just inside the doorway, giving him a wide enough berth not to seem threatening, though nothing about his presence would be, anyway. Though he was dressed all in black, there wasn’t even a hint of darkness about him. The Force that ran through him was light, powerful, and so much like the kind that echoed from Anakin.
Anakin. Luke was still in shock. So many thoughts ran through his head: Wow he really is that tall, his eyes look like mine, I’m so glad I didn’t watch any of those holos—
He let out a shaky bit of laughter at his question, unbidden. For a moment his mind scrambled to come up with something better, something vague but comforting, something that’ll settle things, something that isn’t going to make anything worse—but all to soon that awkward impulsive kneejerk thing was inside him (probably mirrored by every other young twenty-something human in the galaxy) compensating for his anxiety and he spoke a little too soon, a little too honestly, punctuated by the shocked and awed look on his face.
“I’m Luke Skywalker.”
(Anakin) "I do not-" What was he meant to say? It was a man who felt this familiar. Who looked similar in many ways. "...Skywalker is my name." And who shared the same name. Logically, that would place him as family of some kind. But he had been his mothers only child, and he had no other blood relatives left. There was always the possibility of it all being a coincidence. But he had learnt by now that chance was a concept that didn't exist in the ways most believed. If they were meeting now, it was for a reason.
"What is this?" Quite what he was asking referred to a number of different things. What was going on? Where were they? And above all, how could a person he'd never met before share so many similarities with him? There was a flare of panic, quickly pushed away. Nothing about the situation was making sense, and in less than ten seconds, his confusion had simple grown ten fold.
There was silence in which Anakin did little more than just watch Luke make his way round. Slowly, quietly, he finally continued. "I believe I may need to find a medical droid." Because clearly he must've hit his head at some point during their attack.
(Luke) Luke didn’t know what to say to that, so he just nodded weakly. Whether it was an acceptance of his declaration or a confirmation of what he already knew, it wasn’t clear. Inhale, exhale. He made himself find a calm center.
“I’m not a healer,” he said, “but I can look at you.”
It’s obvious he’s not, anyway. The way he moves, his aura. Healers would have hung back from an unknown Force user. But all Jedi know basic healing, and Luke is no exception. He doesn’t know how Anakin got here – the floor’s a mess, like he fell -- but he motions to the sofa in the center in the living room. “There isn’t a facility with a med droid here, anyway.”
Maybe they just need a minute to get this whole City thing out of the way before they go back to the issue of being Skywalkers.
(Anakin) Slowly, surely, Anakin nodded his head. Luke was a Jedi, regardless of anything else he'd said, and from that alone, he could be trusted. Even if, at that moment, it seemed like Anakin wasn't the only one who may've needed some kind of medical attention.
Making his way over to the sofa, Anakin took a seat near the edge, his own black robes pulled tightly around himself. If they were in an area without any medical droids, then what else did the planet lack in? And what had he been sent there in the first place? Without any knowledge of ever having left the Invisible Hand. Had something happened on the way? Was he unconscious, and his was merely some kind of strange dream?
He took a deep breath. And another. Right now, he needed to settle himself down. There was no use in losing his calm and getting into more trouble than he undoubtedly already was in. "Where is this place?"
(Luke) Luke sat down as well, far enough away from him to not be crowding him, but still within arm’s reach. He let the Force extend through him to the other man – his father - just an ordinary health inquiry. Aside from being a little roughed up, he seemed fine. The thing that stood out was his arm. Luke let the connection drift, wondering. They’d both lost their right hands. He could have laughed. He wondered if Anakin noticed.
“It’s another dimension,” he said, quiet. “It’s very small, a point that connects many realities. It’s called the City.”
(Anakin) Had he been more focused on his environment, then maybe he would've picked up the similarities in their injuries. Perhaps he would've also realised that the two of them weren't the only Jedi in this city. And especially that one happened to be Obi-Wan. As it stood, his focus didn't seem to stretch any further than himself and his own thoughts. A mistake, perhaps. But he was loathe to remedy it right then.
"Another dimension? That doesn't make any sense. Even if a planet were to exist in another plane, how is it possible to be sent there without a person’s knowledge?" To be transferred between dimensions, or which he'd only ever been taught of three, without any clues was completely unheard of.
(Luke) “They’re not big on logic here,” he said, a hint of dryness to his voice. “I fell asleep on a medical freighter in the Outer Rim and woke up here, outside.”
Luke kept himself calm and stable, falling into the easy pattern of explaining the City to a nervous newcomer. He knew if he let himself think too hard on it, he’d get even more flustered than he was when Obi-Wan had shown up. Oh, Force. Obi-Wan. Soon enough, Anakin would notice the other Jedi’s presence. What would he think? Obi-Wan didn’t even know him. He was just another lost apprentice… Wait.
“You said you’re name’s Skywalker. Are you a Knight?”
(Anakin) It helped, again, having that constant presence by his side right then. Everything just seemed simpler having another nearby who had apparently gone through a similar experience.
"I am." He moved back on to his feet again, making his way over to the window. Peeling back the dusty curtains, a flood of light filtered its way into the room. This was the planet they'd been set to, and it looked nothing like anywhere he'd seen before. It was something of a mixture, and he knew that it should've been in his interest to explore. As it stood, however-
"Where is the nearest Space Port then? I need to return to Na-" He cut himself off. Naboo shouldn't have been the first place on his mind. Not right then. "I need to find a way to return to Coruscant. To the Invisible Hand. It's important."
(Luke) A Jedi Knight. Not an apprentice. And he was in the same age range as he and Obi-Wan. You’ve really got a sense of humor, he thought, directed at the City, as if something like that could ever hear him. Surely the Jedi apprentice had felt Anakin by now, but Anakin was clearly miles away in his head. What would he think, meeting his Master like this? All of them were so tangled, now.
Luke stood as well, walking to his side at the window. The view, at least, had some aesthetic charm.
“It should ease your mind to know time has frozen for you on the outside,” he said. “This place takes people from different universes and even points in time, but when you go back, it will be the very moment you left. Nothing is rushing past you.” He paused, wondering at the strength of his words. It was a notion that had been presented to him, and one he subscribed to wholeheartedly. He truly believed these things, and the Force did, too.
“You will do all you are meant to.” It was a quiet afterthought, and though he didn’t know it from simple lack of exposure, the sort of quiet afterthoughts Jedi were prone to.
He continued on another note: “I’ve been here nearing a standard month. There is no spaceport. There is no voluntary means of leaving.”
(Anakin) His attention shifted to the other Jedi for a few moments, an almost calculating look on his face. How could time remain stuck in one place, and still pass in another? And how could Luke be so sure that this was true if he had been there for a month without leaving. "Then we are trapped here, against our will." But as long as time really stayed in a single place while he was gone, then things would be alright. He'd be able to get back in time to get the Counsellor to safety and find General Grievous.
"What of the others I was with previously? If we were all in the same area, it makes little sense that they aren't he-" He cut himself off yet again. Only this time, it was for a far different reason. Another familiar feeling was reaching him, vague, and in the distance. Turning back to the window again, he turned completely silent, his body slowly reattuning itself with the area; the people. Or more precisely, a single person. It took a few moments longer than it should have for him to realise who it was. But once it clicked, he knew, without doubt.
"Master Kenobi is here." A statement and not a question. That was to follow. "He feels...strange."
(Luke) Luke felt like he knew what caused Anakin (it was so hard to think of him as Father when he looked like this, felt like this, spoke like this) to pause like that, and when he spoke, Luke’s suspicion was confirmed.
He started to respond, and then the thought fluttered through his head that, oh, that’s right, it’s not just his father. A strange feeling settled in Luke’s chest at the thought that his parents were here. But would Anakin sense her? Would she know him, like this? He swallowed that thought away. His mother – in his head she was still Senator Amidala – had been so quiet, withdrawn from them almost. Obi-Wan was the pressing matter.
“This City likes to play tricks on people,” he said. He was glad more now than ever that he’d demanded the strange knowledge of their lives from his friends. It allowed him to be calm now, able to defeat his anxiety and excitement. “Obi-Wan and I are the only other Jedi here. He is… an apprentice. He will not know you.”
(Anakin) "He's still a Padawan?" Anakin wasn't sure whether to be amused or concerned at the idea that his Master now ranked below him. Even if it was just a matter of timelines being affected. He was still the same man that Anakin knew as a child. The very same who had insisted that he would never make a suitable Jedi.
"We met when he was still an apprentice. He didn't gain his rank until Master Jinn was...oh." If Obi-Wan was still an apprentice, then that meant that Qui-Gon must've still been alive in his time. It wasn't until his death that Obi-Wan became a Jedi Knight. So then, unveiling himself as Obi-Wan's student would bring on questions that would be better left unanswered.
"That would mean that time itself is affected. So then if this is true, does that mean you come from another time also?" A pause. There was only one way his mind allowed itself to travel. And children weren't anywhere on his list. "...you were related to my mother."
(Luke) ‘Oh’ indeed.
It was eerie how their thought processes seemed to be circling the other’s. Luke thought about his mother, Anakin thought about his own.
Grandparents. Growing up without so much as names and faces of his real parents was enough - the thought of family past that was humbling.
“I…,” he had to start slow, picking his words carefully. Luke was a terrible liar, and even the smallest manipulations of the truth stuck out on him like red paint. “I am related to your mother, yes.”
(Anakin) "It would be best if he didn't know then." Or at least not unless he went out of his way to ask. And the chances of that happening? He honestly had no idea. But the longer he could keep Obi-Wan from learning the future of Qui-Gon, the better.
Well that answered one question. Now he had an idea why they shared the same name, at least. But how? He may've been telling the truth, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that Luke was holding something back. "How were you both related?" Though he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know.
(Luke) “I agree,” he said softly, watching the City lights below. He could see their reflections in the glass, side by side. “Though I know his future, I have told him little, because it would wound him unnecessarily.”
The gentle omission about Obi-Wan spoke volumes. For a Jedi to be pained or be spared knowledge for the sake of comfort was considered ridiculous. But those close to Kenobi would know he had strong, deep emotions that he shut tight away inside. He still felt, even if it never reached his eyes. It spoke that Luke, unwittingly like Qui-Gon before them both, saw the Force in a way unlike the rigid Jedi Council.
He hesitated at the next subject. There was no fear in him at it, but something more layered and shifting, nameless. Things were progressing so fast, but Anakin was taking it so well. It was nearly surprising – but he felt so comfortable with him, and Anakin must have felt the same way to have been so calm, or at least Luke thought so.
He turned to look at Anakin. “This is a lot to take in, right now,” he said. “Tell me with honesty you wish to know. Or is it enough for this moment that we are kin?”
(Anakin) For the time being, Anakin would simply remain as just another Jedi. There was no reason to have to change the matter. Besides, if this were truly another world, wouldn't this be easier regardless? There were less questions to be had by any who know them through name or association.
He turned silent again, his thoughts turned inward. How much did he truly want to know? If he was in a similar situation to someone like Obi-Wan, would he want to know the truth, even if it were something as big as that? Would it even be fair to Luke to make him have to reveal something he had thought didn't need to be said?
There was a slow shake of his head, and Anakin finally offered a hand in greeting. "It's good to meet you, Luke Skywalker."
(Luke) Luke thought of the first time he confronted Darth Vader as he took Anakin’s hand. It seemed so long ago, like a dream. A smile spread on his face, and he nodded, shaking the other’s hand warmly. It was an old, odd gesture, not like the formal bows of Coruscant. We both grew up on Tatooine…
“And you… Anakin.” It was more a weighted pause than a true hesitation – it was obvious already Luke knew who he was, and that Anakin assumed he did, asking about his relation to his mother like Luke would know easily. “For what it’s worth… welcome to the City.”
(Anakin) "Thank you." He didn't have any reason to be concerned with the fact that Luke knew his name. The man seemed to know a lot about a range of different things. Especially in regards to the city and their history. Even Anakin knew to respect that, regardless of what he may or may not have wanted to find out from the Jedi.
"May I ask you for more information about this planet though?" If he were to be stuck there too, it'd be useful for him to know a little more about his temporary home, for now. It'd be better to gain that information from a person he could trust than to jump to his own conclusions.
(Luke) “Of course,” he said, letting their hands drop. He had to remind himself not to stare at the taller man’s face. He’d only seen it once before, in a pale blue shadow.
He explained the nature of the City and how it trapped people from all worlds (though quite noticeably some single planet called Earth), the unpredictable coming and going, the curses, the deities, the powers that be of the other citizens.
“…There is also an odd phenomenon of people knowing of each other, even if they are from different realities.” This was the part that got him the most. Maybe it would not be so for Anakin, but he couldn’t quite keep his tone of voice from reflecting the fact that he found this all to be weird. “Echoes of other realities are sometimes expressed through works of fiction in different worlds. The reality we know is a strong one. Many know of the Jedi, and of our lives.”
Luke thought of the recognition he received, and of how people knew about Obi-Wan. Anakin would have it the worst. People would know. Darth Vader. He exhaled, reminding himself to stay focused and not let any of his emotion bleed right now.
(Anakin) Other worlds. Curses. Deities. Each topic only made the conversation seem more and more surreal. For an entire world, city, to exist that allowed a connection to dimensions that didn't exist for them was almost like something out of a child's story. And yet, he knew to believe each and every point that Luke made. That didn't mean he wouldn't start looking for proof of his own later, however, but there were some things that could wait a little longer than others.
The idea that people from worlds other than their own knew personal information regarding each of them was something that caught his attention though. Their lives were fairly ordinary, considering the positions they held. Why would people find interest in fiction based on their lives?
"That doesn't make any sense. How would information regarding the Jedi make it to another world if the Order does not exist there?" And what did that mean for the three of them? He was looking back out of the window by then, keeping a calm gaze over the people who walked around outside. Though it was on surface level alone. The more he heard, the less anything was making sense right then. The different shapes and species wasn't something new to those who travelled between planets, but alternate dimensions were something new altogether.
(Luke) Luke sighed, letting out a light laugh, one that showed his wry resignation to the entire place. “The theory I’ve worked up is that, due to waypoints in between worlds like this, it’s possible for echoes – shadows, imprints – of certain collective events to be cast into other worlds. It isn’t unique to us. Many people here have experienced similar things. I’ve even met a twelve year old girl who apparently has entire holoserials about her life in worlds not her own.
“The reason I’m telling you this is because there are people here who would use this information against you, for their own gain. Perhaps they wish for war for entertainment or because they wish to control the power we have as Jedi. Most everyone here is good, innocent, well meaning – but there are those who are not.”
He looked at Anakin now, serious. “I need you to trust me. I don’t want to lie to you, or keep things from you.” Luke gave his word through the Force, showing Anakin the best he could that he was being honest. His voice is earnest, even passionate, and it resonates on his face and in his eyes end through the Force. “Know that there is nothing anyone here can tell you that I cannot. If someone baits you with some seemingly terrible bit of information, or tries to get you to say or do something in exchange for an answered question – no matter what they say – I will tell you with nothing asked in return. And I will not lie to you. No one who would do that cares for anything but themselves, and will only be daring such cruel tactics because they’re soulless.”
(Anakin) Complete records of the lives of those he knew and cared about. He knew that kind of information could be used against others for personal gain. But of the three of them there, Luke seemed the most prepared for such a situation. He also knew that Obi-Wan wouldn't be easy to persuade, whatever was held over him. And as for Anakin, the very idea that someone would be able to try and use information to barter with him was something he refused to ever let come to light. But worse than that was the idea that Luke believed someone would be able to do such a thing in the first place.
"Do you truly believe that a Jedi would allow such a situation to be used to control them?" He knew that Luke was saying this for his own safety, but that didn't mean that Anakin had to be happy with even the vaguest of insinuations that he may allow himself to be placed in to the situation in the first place.
"If they try, then yes, I shall speak with you regarding the information." However, that would be assuming he gave up quickly enough to not find another way of gaining said information. Anakin was nothing if not stubborn about many things.
(Luke) His heart went out to Anakin at such a display of confidence, but his own emotions were kept neatly tucked away inside, out of reach of detection. Would Luke’s mind ever be at ease, knowing that his father, so close to the brink of Darkness, was here, open for the vultures of the City? His faith in Obi-Wan was unshakable, but this one…
“I’ve seen many unfortunate things in my time,” he said eventually, and it somehow managed to not sound ridiculous. They seemed to be about the same age, after all, and it probably seemed strange for Luke to be speaking like such an old soul. “I’ve learned to prepare for the worst, no matter how unlikely. It isn’t hopelessness so much as finding that blind faith tends to let people fall in holes in the ground they never saw coming.” He offered up a little half-smile at that.
(Anakin) "There's more to it than just blind faith. My Master taught me well. I'm not going to make mistakes to allow others the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. That much should be clear." He was trying his best to keep his head clear from other thoughts. The ones that surrounded mistakes he made being used against other people. A word in the wrong place and it would be easy to mess things up. He refused to be the one to do that.
And that included right now.
He stopped for a few moments, taking the chance to try and re-center himself. This wasn't an argument. It wasn't even a discussion. It was one Jedi leaving another with a piece of advice and an offer of help. "You have my word that I shall be wary of any situation that arises."
(Luke) Luke was an unmovable center of peace, though he sensed Anakin’s momentary unrest. It would be easy for him to slip into worry and anxiety in this moment, this strange, backwards reunion, but he gathered up the resolve within himself not to. He decided - quietly but with complete certainty - that he would not allow himself to become distressed. By any of this.
For a moment, there might have been a tiny echo of sadness inside of him, because he knew just how seductive his father found darkness, though he had meant so well. But it was recovered with the shining knowledge that Darth Vader died not a Sith Lord but as Anakin Skywalker. A feat unheard of, even in Jedi history. A feat made possible by Luke himself, and his connection to the man standing next to him.
“I trust you.”
He meant it.
(Anakin) There was a nod in response, and nothing more. It wasn't a brush off. In fact, it was far from it. But there wasn't anything he could say in response. A thank you was almost worthless to an open admission of trust.
Finally turning his back to the window, Anakin made a motion toward the door. "I wish to take a look around this city." Another comment, but this time with an underlying request. Perhaps he was expecting too much, or perhaps not. Guessing wasn't ever an adequate answer. But sitting around and talking for hours on end wasn't something he particularly enjoyed doing. It was difficult enough for others to often keep him stationary for more than a few minutes at a time. Not unless official orders came in to play.
And besides, it gave him the opportunity to both explore and gain insight into the workings of his makeshift home.
(Luke) Luke nodded, and gave Anakin a little smile. “Stairs or elevator?” he stepped outside, waiting for the other man.
It felt so normal, and yet it wasn’t. He wondered if this was what it felt like, having other Jedi around. It was so bizarre listening to the history lessons on Master Jeth’s holocron – he knew that Order was one long gone, and not the one Anakin was a product of. It seemed to make so much more sense than the one Yoda spoke of. Maybe that was blasphemous.
He looked over at Anakin. “Ah, you came from amidst the Clone Wars, is that right? How were things going?” Maybe his answer would give Luke time enough to figure out how to explain that Padmé was here and just… not from his time.
(Anakin) "Stairs. An elevator is what got me in to this situation in the first place. I'd rather not find myself transported to another world again." The grin that went with it was proof he was being far from serious. It may've been the last thing he remembered, but he wasn't blaming an inanimate object for his transferral. He followed out after Luke, leaving the other Jedi to guide the way. This was one situation where he was happy to leave control in another's hands.
"That is correct." Already three years had passed, but things were finally moving in the right direction. "The end may be in sight. My Master and I had managed to defeat Count Dooku and rescue the Chancellor. Once we find General Grievous we shall be able to put an end to the Separatist threat." And an end to the fighting in general. Too many had fallen already, and there was no telling how much higher the toll could climb if they didn't end it now.
(Luke) He laughed a little at that, enjoying the light mood. Stairs it was, and it was nice to keep moving. Too much time lately had been spent digging through the network looking for information about the Mirror City or being cooped up on the Falcon.
“Good,” he said in response to the information about the war. It was something everyone in the galaxy his age had read about, but who knew what the Empire had changed in history records? He’d never heard of Count Dooku. “I’m glad to hear that.”
They went down another flight of stairs, and Luke began again: “There are others from our world here. My sister, who is a Senator from Alderaan, and our friend, who..” he trailed off, wondering how to classify Han. “General Solo. His ship is here but it won’t fly.” It was likely obvious he had more to say, but was giving Anakin time to digest information bit by bit.
(Anakin) Despite the fact Anakin was taking the time to take in his surroundings, his attention still remained with Luke. This man was the only person around who could provide the answers he needed, and he seemed willing to do so. That was something he was grateful for, given the circumstances.
"Alderaan?" That caught his attention. The only Senator from Alderaan that he knew had been Bail Organa through his connections with Padmé and the High Council. As far as he knew, there hadn't been a female Senator for the planet before. So how could Luke's sister be one?
His train of thought was cut off however with the mention of a ship. If it wouldn't fly, it'd need to be fixed. And once that happened, a way back had to follow close behind. "Do you believe the General would be willing to accept aid in repairing his ship?"
(Luke) I wonder if messing with mechanics runs in my family…
“Yes , of course. It’s fully functional, though. There’s some kind of field over the City that keeps all transports grounded. I’ve been looking into what causes it, but I haven’t turned up anything so far.”
When they came to the ground floor and through the lobby, Luke pushed open one of the doors, stepping into the City proper. It was getting busier – people from all worlds, in all manners of clothes, people with wings, and very few non-humans. Visibly, at least. For a moment he just waited there on the steps, watching people go about their business, side by side with Anakin.
“…There is a senator from Naboo here, as well.” The weight and pause of his voice was obvious. He knew. But there was something else. He didn’t know what Anakin’s reaction would be, but he couldn’t in good conscience keep the information from him.
(Anakin) "There isn't a power source?" All fields were generated from a single point, and all generators required power. With two major signs to follow, surely it couldn't be that hard to find the source and shut down the field. The sooner they could manage that, the sooner they could leave. They all had places to return to.
...though he wasn't sure how they'd all manage to end up in the right places if they came from different times.
Reaching the exit of the building, Anakin paused, looking over the various people there. They all seemed...strange. He'd spent his entire life around non-humans, so he knew he should've been used to it. But this? This was something completely new. Some of them were radiating a force unlike anything he'd felt before. But instead of being concerned about it, he was intrigued. It was completely new territory, and he was going to take the time to explore it.
Or he would've, if Luke hadn't just snapped his full attention back again. "From Naboo?" There was a pause as Anakin forced himself to keep control. It could've been anyone, if the timelines were really as diverse. Jumping to conclusions wouldn't help anyone. "What is their name?"
(Luke) He was pleased that Anakin seemed curious but not overwhelmed, though Luke did not respond to his initial queries, waiting for the realization about Padme to settle in. He was sure the other would not register any responses he made not concerning her, anyway.
He turned to look at the taller man, meeting his eyes. He somehow knew he only had a small window of time before his father took off.
“Her last memory before coming here is being on a planet called Geonosis,” he told him. That was the bulk of it. It that didn’t weight him, nothing would. “…Padmé Amidala.” He hesitated then, watching him—
“She lives in building nine. If she isn’t there, she’ll be at hospital. She works there.”
(Anakin) Surprise. She was there in the first place. Annoyance. He hadn't realised it yet. Relief. There hadn't been any mention of her being in trouble. Confusion...
"Geonosis? It's been years since we were there last. That was before-" He frowned, looking away from Luke. They hadn't been to Geonosis since the very start of the war. Three years ago that'd been. Back when the clones had first been unveiled as Republican fighters. Three years ago was back before they'd gotten married.
Even to those unable to feel what was going on, his state was clear as day. He was torn between going to find her right away, and waiting to check that he was right in his assumptions. If she really was from the moment he believed her to be from, he knew there were a lot of things he wasn't meant to mention. But some would be the very things he'd hope to remind her of.
"...you are sure of this?" The balance was tipping toward the first route already.
(Luke) “I’m very sure,” he said, quiet – almost gentle. “I spoke with her just yesterday.”
Luke didn’t want to step on any toes, but he didn’t want to underplay the importance of this moment. It was the sort of thing he just didn’t quite understand. He loved Han and Leia, yes, and maybe he had some sort of connection with Shira, even, but the sort of connection between them, between his parents was outside his realm of comprehension.
“… I’m easy to get ahold of, if you need me.”
It was a weak ‘Go for it’ suggestion. What else could he do? Anakin could easily get his attention over the network or, for Jedi of their caliber, through the Force, if he ran into trouble or had a moment of panic. There was an odd tightness in his chest as he watched Anakin’s face and observed the ripple of emotion in the Force.
(Anakin) He was reaching out to find her before the confirmation was even made. He had no idea how he'd managed to not notice she was there for this entire time. But now he knew, he wasn't going to let it go unchecked. He couldn't just ignore it, now.
"She is from a time where she remained under my protection. That shall remain unchanged while we are here." The formality slipped back on easily. It was something that'd been ingrained into him since he'd first started his training. Where in another situation he would've extended a hand again, this time there was a formal bow. He was a Jedi returning to a mission he once held. "She shall remain safe."
Though, as always, there was more to it than that. But it wasn't a matter to be discussed with anyone other than he and Padmé, and that would never change. Not until the rules had changed in their favour. Something they both knew wouldn't never happen.
"Thank you for your aid, but I believe it time to make my presence known to her."
(Luke) “Of course.”
There was nothing else he could offer. Luke just watched him, because there was nothing else to do. It was written all over his face – what intense emotions! How could the Jedi Order expect people to suppress things like this? It was what stopped Vader…
Those thoughts weren’t for the present, and Luke quietly set them aside. He just nodded, and said nothing else.
(Anakin) There was a small, but grateful smile, before Anakin was turning on his heel, already knowing exactly where to head. Nothing else mattered just then, and he was sure to make that clear as he cut himself off from all else that what going on.
Alternate dimensions. Curses. Deities. Worlds with others knowing of them. Altering timelines. And now this. Even with the pile of problems mounted against them, everything just became all the more manageable with the final piece of information Luke had passed over. Everything would be alright just as soon as he reached her.