Whistling Fic - SW
Fuck it, have the first part that I literally just finished, b/c I’m impatient XD
Backround, this is post-ESB and Luke is trying to find out more about the Jedi. This fic has actual plot, and angst, and such, but I literally just started it last night lmao so we’ll see how long it ends up and how long edits take. It’ll go on AO3 when it’s closer to finished.
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The green powder exploded in his face and Luke stopped, coughing. Through the tears streaming down his face, he saw the Nightsister turn through the trees and vanish. He sank to one knee, doubled over. He couldn’t stop coughing. He couldn’t breathe.
Luke sneezed, and the coughing stopped abruptly.
He took a deep breath and tried to shout, “Hey!”
All that came out was a whistling noise that vaguely followed the shape of the word.
What?!
He put a hand to his chest and tried again.
“Tswuuuu. Tswu!”
No! What the hells!
He tried Huttesse. It came out as that same whistling noise; almost, but not quite understandable. The one Alderaani curse that Leia had taught him. Corellian. None of it worked.
Even Wookiee, shaky as his pronunciation had been last week when Chewie tried to teach him, came out as a whistle.
Kriffing hells.
Luke sighed. At least that came out normally.
Well, maybe this was what he got for trying to chase a Nightsister. It hadn’t been all that likely that they knew much about the Jedi, anyway…
He kicked a pile of rocks, and they clattered.
Why did the Empire have to destroy everything?
He kicked another pile over.
His home. Leia’s planet. Countless lives. Entire cultures. Anything that they thought didn’t “fit.”
A third pile fell to his foot.
Why couldn’t they just—
Something ensnared Luke in the Force, wrapping around his limbs like living vines. It squeezed, and his senses lit up like a live wire. He screamed, a high-pitched whistle.
The Force warped and bubbled, distorting into nonsense, like a view through warped glass. Luke barely registered it when he fell to the dirt, the scattered rocks digging into his side. The vines dug into his skin, piercing. His vision wavered in and out, unfocused.
All he knew was the pain, consuming and contorting him. The galaxy, once dimensional and full of life, was blurred and distorted. His head pounded and his fingers, near senseless, clawed at the dirt, trying to escape this feeling.
Only the sharp rocks digging into his sides grounded Luke to the present. Somewhere in the distance, a bird shrieked.
Time was liquid around him.
Leia…Han…Chewie…Wedge…
Would he get back to them? He should’ve brought R2…the little astromech could’ve called for help…
That kriffing bird wouldn’t stop shrieking. He flung a loose handful of dirt with an uncoordinated hand, but that did nothing. Probably didn’t get anywhere near the bird.
He lay in the dirt, writhing, for what felt like hours, the galaxy as distant as shelter in a sandstorm.
Gradually, slowly, the pain subsided, the metaphysical vines loosening around his body. Luke became aware that the shrieking was coming from him, and he closed his mouth. He groaned and rolled over, taking his cheek off the dirt. The air was heavy in his lungs, weighing him down.
His warped perspective of the Force darkened, like the moment when a sandstorm became thick enough to obscure the suns.
Luke tensed, squeezing his eyes shut. Futilely, he hoped that whatever it was would leave him alone, but with the luck he was having today? Not likely.
He didn’t feel like he could move, anyway; each limb felt like it had been shattered by the pressure, though he knew from experience that actual broken bones wouldn’t hurt like this. Ben and Yoda had never taught him about injuries in the Force. Luke couldn’t even begin to guess at the protocol.
Ksssh. Kosshh.
His eyes flew open and he rolled over unthinkingly. Pain ripped through his chest and Luke winced, then he caught sight of who had arrived.
Darth Vader.
“Oh, not you!” Luke tried to say, but all that came out was an irritated, whistled approximation.
Vader stopped short.
“Luke?”
“Tswu-uu.” Father. Luke whistled sharply, an attempted curse.
Had he blacked out? Was this a dream, or was his father actually here?
“You are hurt,” Vader said shortly.
No duh.
“I assume you ran afoul of a Nightsister?”
Luke whistled an affirmative, and laid back on the ground, looking up at the dark sky. The rocks were still digging into his flesh, now his back. It was uncomfortable now that he wasn’t distracted by whatever the hells that had been.
Vader’s hand twitched, and he straightened. Without warning, Luke was hauled upwards. He screamed, his body protesting the motion, but his father didn’t stop until Luke was clutched in his embrace.
“Young one, what have you done?” Vader demanded.
What do you mean, ‘what have I done’? A Nightsister cast a spell on me and I can’t kriffing speak!
Did Vader seriously expect an answer?
Luke glared up at his father and whistled as if it would come out as Basic, tearing into him. If Vader couldn’t understand him, why hold back?
“Tswu tswu tswuu tswu TSWUU!”
Vader sighed. “Never mind. I will find out later. Sleep, my son.”
Exhaustion overcame Luke, and consciousness slipped out of his fingers.
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Spare Me Your Voice
The whistling fic, now on AO3!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38163151/chapters/95341102
Summary: Luke, hoping to find a way to avoid being doomed by his father's Darkness, journeys to Dathomir to see what the remains of the Nightsister's have to say about the Force and balance. Unfortunately, nothing goes as planned, and Vader himself shows up to pick up the pieces.
Excerpt:
Green powder exploded in his face, obscuring the forest around him, and Luke stopped mid-run, coughing. Through the tears streaming down his face, he saw the Nightsister turn through the trees and vanish. He sank to one knee in the dirt, doubled over. His chest twisted. He couldn’t stop coughing. He couldn’t breathe.
Luke sneezed, and the coughing stopped abruptly.
He inhaled and tried to shout “Hey!”
All that came out was a whistling noise that vaguely followed the shape of the word.
What?!
“Tswu. Tswuuuuuu! ” Hey. Heyyyyyyy!
No! What the hells!
He tried Huttesse. All that came out of his mouth was the same whistling noise; almost, but not quite understandable.
The one Alderaani curse that Leia had taught him.
Corellian.
None of it worked.
Even Shyriiwook, shaky as his pronunciation had been last week when Chewie tried to teach him, came out as a whistle.
Kriffing hells.
Luke sighed. At least that came out normally.
How was he supposed to contact Leia now? If he didn’t check in with her on time, she’d worry, and he didn’t want to contribute to all the stress she was under as a member of High Command. Since she’d lost Han, she’d been even worse. Luke wasn’t sure how she’d handle losing another close friend.
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I had a dream meme absolutely no one is gonna want
I nonetheless felt obliged to document it
We (me and whatever tertiary group is Around in my dreamscape) were in a barn, as happens often. A Vidwindow popped up, a Vidwindow being this thing from ReBoot that...well, it’s a video window. It floats in the air and has video. There was an animated deer on it.
Someone to my left
said
“Have you seen this? Some of these Clara memes are pretty good.”
So we watched it (I fully cop to tracing very badly over a pic of a fawn from Nat-Geo for this btw, I have no idea why I did this on paper and not in Sai)
“This is Clara”, the meme said.
“Clara is sick”, the meme said, as the deer’s head lowered and she started frothing laboriously, the froth looking like dirty cotton. I can’t draw the impact, but I don’t have to, because I know exactly the image from my hard drive it was drawing from:
...but in the other direction, and a deer. The meme concluded,
“SOON CLARA WILL BE RABIES.”
It might have been “have rabies”, because I had a knee-jerk reaction of “if you’re frothing it means you HAVE it”, but it’s not like I can go back and check the footage.
On the personal note, I gasped and went OH NO and reached to my right to give one my characters a side-hug with reassuring pats, on account of rabies is a Thing with one of my characters.
After that, the dream went back into some kind of interactive quicksand valley card game RPG and eventually ended up in one of my old churches, I don’t know, the usual stuff. But there it is. There’s my “I dreamed this was the new meme”.
I’m SORRY.
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