Luke stepped into the lounge area, confused, still, and trying to figure out what was going on. He understood the idea that Q, who was apparently the most powerful, and yet not most evil, Sith around, had drawn him to this place. He understood that the Force was a long ways away, because he barely felt it as if from a long distance.
He frowned. It wasn't as if he was all that good a Jedi in the first place, since he had no training, and no real idea how to get more. But what he had was determination. If Q had kidnapped all of them, then maybe Q would return them. Maybe. Luke needed to think. He really wished he could see old Ben now, and talk to him.
Or Leia.
Hell, he'd settle for Han!
Force! He was really lost, wasn't he? He'd only been off his planet for less than a week. One day he was a farmboy from a desert planet with no prospects, and the next he was a galactic hero. Or something like that. Luke still wasn't sure he deserved all that much credit. Ben had helped him, and the Force had guided him.
When he stepped into the lounge, he felt something familiar for just a moment. A sudden positive tug, inside his mind. It felt exactly like the urge he had gotten to press the firing stud in his X-Wing just the day before. Which had turned out the right time and place to destroy the Death Star. Without hesitating, he turned with it, reaching out for anything else, but the Force was distant again, and he groaned in frustration as he came to a halt. What as he going to do?
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He frowned. It wasn't as if he was all that good a Jedi in the first place, since he had no training, and no real idea how to get more. But what he had was determination. If Q had kidnapped all of them, then maybe Q would return them. Maybe. Luke needed to think. He really wished he could see old Ben now, and talk to him.
Or Leia.
Hell, he'd settle for Han!
Force! He was really lost, wasn't he? He'd only been off his planet for less than a week. One day he was a farmboy from a desert planet with no prospects, and the next he was a galactic hero. Or something like that. Luke still wasn't sure he deserved all that much credit. Ben had helped him, and the Force had guided him.
When he stepped into the lounge, he felt something familiar for just a moment. A sudden positive tug, inside his mind. It felt exactly like the urge he had gotten to press the firing stud in his X-Wing just the day before. Which had turned out the right time and place to destroy the Death Star. Without hesitating, he turned with it, reaching out for anything else, but the Force was distant again, and he groaned in frustration as he came to a halt. What as he going to do?