Since my canon is apparently not the same as George Lucas's canon ever since Revenge of the Sith came out, I have had to rewrite this entire story. While I was in here, I may have tweaked a few other things as well that I was never really happy with. The only very important difference between this story and George Lucas's Star Wars Universe is that in my Star Wars, Greedo does NOT shoot first.
Anyway, I do not own any part of Star Wars, the characters, places, or the Force or anything else related to it. Those I believe are the property of George Lucas. I wrote this story for enjoyment purposes only.
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Have you ever laid in bed at night and wondered why your life turned out the way it did? Have you ever thought that maybe you were on a set path and none of your decisions mattered? Did you ever feel that Fate was the master of your existence, and She was, for some unknown reason, gaining enjoyment out of your torment? Did you ever give up hope because of this?
My name is Lana Amorada and this is my story.
I don't want to completely bore you with background, but I feel it is necessary to start with where I come from, if for no other reason than to pay homage to my birth planet and all the people there who were so needlessly destroyed. You see, my home planet was Alderaan. Yes, you have all heard of it, to be sure, but not because of me. Oh no, I'm sure you've heard of another, more famous, Alderaanian by the name of Princess Leia Organa. Everybody has heard of her and if you haven't, come out from the asteroid you've been living in.
But, sorry to disappoint you, this story is not about her, not directly anyway. You see, I've never actually, officially met the Princess. Oh, I saw her countless times during my childhood when I would go to visit my father at work. He was one of the Royal Guard of Alderaan, which, although others may consider it a prestigious career, meant that he got to spend eight hours a day standing in one place and not saying a word.
Yeah, sounds like a dream job to me too.
But because of it, we got to live in the capital city, in a modest home provided to us by the wonderful government. And when I say modest, I of course mean small, cramped and shared with a lovely family of mice who felt that they had as much right to live there as we did. Needless to say, I did not spend a lot of time at home. His job also granted me access to the palace, where I would spend most of my time in the library, instead of out and about; doing whatever it was other women my age were doing.
Oh, I haven't told you about the women of Alderaan yet, have I?
I honestly don't know if I should waste my breath. I'll tell you something though. Later on, when I started to hear stories of the different heroic acts carried out by the Princess, it shocked me. I mean, if she had been like any of these other women, it would have been all about what clothes she was wearing, what man was she being courted by, or what her hair looked like. Although I do have to say, even in my youth, her hair was something that never failed to astonish me.
But I digress. Where was I? Oh yes, the women of Alderaan. In case you haven't yet guessed, I didn't take much liking to their company. I would have, trust me, I would have, if nonsensical babble appealed to me. But, sadly for me, it didn't. So I found myself in solitude most of the time which, in all honesty, was not a bad thing.
I spent most of my alone time in the palace library, as I was saying before. It was a magnificent place, and usually deserted, so I was free to roam around and read as I wished. I read about the grand history of Alderaan, the glory of the Old Republic and many, many other books on subjects of science and nature. The more I read, the less use I had for the other girls my age. I guess my reading was what jaded me. Although, I guess you could also say it was my reading that saved my life.
You see, I found this book about the Jedi. Somehow it survived the purge the Empire executed a while back to rid the galaxy of any information at all about the Jedi. I suppose they were worried someone would come along and learn enough to pose a threat. Either that or it was just that ass Palpatine flexing his oppressive muscle, reminding everyone just how much power the Empire truly had.
I was about eighteen at the time, so the fact that learning about the Jedi was somewhat rebellious excited me. Not to mention the Jedi religion and their so-called Force fascinated me. How powerful were these Jedi that the Empire saw them as such a threat as to have to totally eradicate them? Were any of them still alive? Could anyone learn the ways of the Force? Could I? I dedicated all of my free time to researching it, hungry for more and more knowledge.
I never truly believed in it, not at first. Eventually the initial excitement wore off, especially since I couldn't discuss what I learned with anyone, not even my father. It was far too dangerous to speak openly about a subject the Empire did not approve of. I continued to avidly read books about the Jedi but over time, the reality of their existence became just additional interesting history about the Old Republic. Until one morning on my way to the library…
"Hey look, there's the frumpy book-worm, Lana."
"Oh Lana, have you found a husband in one of your books yet?" I didn't even have to look to know who the two evil witches were behind me. Ok, they weren't evil witches really, but most of the time they acted like it.
One of them snickered. "What kind of a man would want to marry that?" Ok, yes. Yes, they were evil witches.
I spun around to face the two over-dressed, painted-faced bimbos. "Just because you need a man to do your thinking, doesn't mean the rest of us who actually possess a brain do." They smirked at me, identical gloating expressions on both of their faces, probably not understanding any of the words over one syllable I had just used. I turned back around and proceeded to walk away from them.
The one dim-witted witch turned to her equally obtuse friend. "The only way she would get a man," she giggled nasally, "is if he wrapped her face with a towel so he didn't have to ever look at it." The two ignoramuses exploded into laughter. Honestly, couldn't they have come up with a better insult?
Still, at the time, I sort of lost my temper. I whirled around and threw my arm out, finger pointed, surely about to launch a scathing remark in their direction. That was until I saw a decent sized rock that had been laying about a meter from my foot fly through the air and hit witch number one square in the stomach. She doubled over in pain.
"Hey!" her friend cried, "She just kicked a rock at us!"
Horrified, I felt my pulse start to race. Library forgotten, I ran past them as fast as I could. Although it may have given me great satisfaction, I knew I did not kick a rock at them. I didn't stop running until I reached my home. Once I calmed down, I began to think of possible explanation for what had just happened. One, the one I thought the most implausible, kept returning to the forefront of my mind.
In my anger, could I have, somehow, made that rock fly at her?