Back in 2012, I made the erroneous decision to watch the "Star Wars Holiday Special" from the 70's. I was a nerd and Star Wars was my fandom, so how bad could an old TV production, with all the original actors playing Han, Luke, and Leia in their heyday before Return of the Jedi was even filmed, possibly be? Sounded like a gold mine at first.
Take my word and don't go and watch it. Just don't. It really is bad.
This was the first real story I ever completed start to finish. I'm very proud of it and it's the first one my dad gave me some sincere compliments on, if that's any indication. It's partly my attempt at writing a, hopefully MUCH, better Christmas special than the real one. I originally wrote it in TV script format and have been editing it into story format over the last few days, just for you guys.
So, enjoy this reentry into the AU Star Wars world, in honor of the new episode. (Which is awesome and crazy if you haven't seen it yet. No spoilers!).
Also, this season remember God With Us, born to save you and me, and who lives today. And if you don't think Jesus as your savior makes any sense, shoot me a PM! I'd love to take on the challenge, not of converting you because that's not my place, but of sharing beliefs and the evidence for or against them.
Merry Christmas, Everyone.
P.S. Oh, and meet Katherii!
A Katherii Carol
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!"
Anakin Solo stood outside his parent's living quarters, bouncing lightly on the fake turf that surrounded the door. Why was it taking so long? He was in a hurry to get back to the Academy, and he honestly wasn't looking forward to the conversation he was about to have with his dad.
The door finally slid open, and Leia's graceful figure appeared in the hallway.
"Hi, Mom!" Anakin's blue eyes crinkled around the edges.
"Anakin! What a surprise!" Leia hugged him excitedly, leading him into the main living area.
"A good surprise or a bad surprise?" he replied wryly.
"Oh, don't tell me this is about Katherii," his mother groaned, plopping down on a floor-level seating cushion beside him. "I don't know what to do with that girl."
"Well, neither do I. Mother, you really should do a better job of raising your children," he quipped, earning him a playful slap on the arm.
"I think you have enough to worry about with your own. Sidler's getting headstrong. You'd better watch him; he'll end up like his old grandfather," she smiled, raising her voice just a little as Han walked into the room.
"Or grandmother," Han retorted, faking a glare at his wife as he took a seat beside them, vigorously shaking his son's hand. "Gee. So what did Katherii do today?"
Anakin leaned back with a tense grin. "Let's just say that if she would actually help, the Library would be a lot farther along than it is right now."
"I was about to ask. You smell of construction work," Leia remarked.
"I'll talk to her," Han replied with a groan.
"Well," Anakin squirmed, "Dad, you see…"
He put up his hands. "Look. Most of my part-time students are just great. They really are. They work hard, and they support the Academy and the Jedi with all the time they can spare. But there's a couple who have narrowly avoided a very steep jails record…"
"Oh, no," Leia groaned loudly, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"And they have enough money to get in all the trouble they can find, after school hours. Those are the crowd Katherii's hanging out with. If she was just messing around with friends instead of working on the Library, I'd say, yeah, just talk to her again. But not if she keeps spending time with those kids."
Han looked grave.
"Sometime I cannot believe that girl is actually my brother's daughter," Leia muttered.
"HI AUNT LEIA! HI UNCLE HAN! Oh, holy crap, what's Anakin doing here?" demanded the lanky blonde, stopping short en route to her bedroom. Her clunky backpack, slung over one shoulder, now slipped to the floor beside her.
"Talking with your uncle," Anakin hinted.
Katherii's face fell. "Ohhhh…about that," she deadpanned, knowing she was in trouble. "Uncle Han, he's totally overreacting. I can explain—everything—and I know you won't—"
"Sit down," Leia interrupted crisply, moving over on the floor seat.
Rolling her eyes, Katherii strutted over and dumped her backpack in front of the three others before popping down beside her. "Nobody ever asked me if I wanted to help with the library," she muttered under her breath.
"Well, too bad!" Han exclaimed, not feeling sorry for her at all. "It's part of being in school!"
"Nobody ever—" Katherii hesitated, her features growing red and angry, but a little nervous at the same time. She began again, in a quieter, but still furious, tone. "Nobody ever asked me if I wanted to be part of the Jedi Academy, either!"
When nobody responded, she continued. "I'm seriously at the only school in the Republic that isn't okay with having a little fun with the guys!"
"That was completely out of context, Kathy," Anakin frowned heavily.
"What 'guys', exactly?" Han demanded across from her.
Katherii's eyes flitted around, nervously, as Anakin shot Han a glance that said 'I told you so'.
After a long, disturbing moment, Leia spoke up. "That's what we were afraid of."
"Go to your room, Kathy," Han said quietly, his face grave.
Katherii stood up, not changing her sullen expression, grabbed her backpack and walked to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
As soon as she was gone, Han groaned and rolled his eyes, stretching his arms over his head. "What am I gonna do with her?" he pouted to Leia.
Leia gave him a wry smile. "She's not much like any of our children, that's for sure."
"Yeah, she's more like ME. How that works, don't even try to explain to me."
"She's not like YOU," Anakin defended him. "She's just—wild."
"Uncontrollable," Leia added.
"Completely insane," Anakin finished.
Han didn't quite know how to respond to that, so he just gave them a look.
"I guess I'll put her to work tomorrow," Anakin shrugged. "Give her something to do. Keep her out of trouble for a while—I hope."
Han shrugged. "She doesn't have any classes. Might as well try."
Leia laid a hand on Han's shoulder. "Are you sure you'll be all right here for the month? It's a long time for me to be away—I can always take her with—"
Han started shaking his head in protest before she could even finish. "No, no, no, no, no; you go see Gabrialla on Coruscant and have a nice time. You've got work to do—Katherii and I will be just fine." He squirmed away from Anakin slightly at the incredulous smirk his son was giving him. "WHAT?" he protested.
"Good luck," his son predicted, a dark, ominous smile TOTALLY uncouth for the Grand Master of the New Jedi Order, spread across his face predicting the woes to come.