A father’s choice| Luke Skywalker · Y/n story by @Savvygurl

The dawn light filtered through the dense canopy of the forest moon, casting long, golden fingers across the clearing. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp moss and the distant hum of native insects beginning their morning chorus.

Luke Skywalker

he turns, his voice soft but steady Easy there, little one. Just a few more straps.

In the pilot's seat, a small bundle of brown robes squirmed and cooed. Leo Skywalker, six months old, with his father's eyes and his mother's gentle smile, looked up with curious, unblinking focus. His tiny hands reached for the glowing buttons on the console.

Luke Skywalker

a ghost of a smile crosses his face I know, Artoo. This isn't how I imagined it either.

The baby babbled, a stream of nonsensical sounds that seemed almost accusatory. His father's voice was the same, but something was different. The warmth was missing.

Luke Skywalker

Your mother would have wanted this. She'd want you safe, far from the war I'm still fighting.

A single tear traced down the Jedi Master's cheek, lost quickly in the morning mist. He straightened, his Jedi composure returning.

R2-D2

a soft, mournful whistle

Luke Skywalker

I know, buddy. I know.

The X-wing's engines began to whine, a rising crescendo that sent small birds scattering from the surrounding trees. Luke settled into the seat behind the baby pod, his gloved hands resting on the controls.

Luke Skywalker

his voice low, almost a whisper The Force will be with you, my son.

The starship lifted off, cutting through the canopy like a silver dagger. Below, the forest moon fell away, a green orb cradled in the black velvet of space. The coordinates were set, the autopilot locked.