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Qui-Gon:
You sighed as you scanned the bar for your brother. If the both of you didn’t make it back on time, the Time Agents would really lay into you. You loved your brother, you really did, but sometimes you cursed his ability to flirt with anything that moved.
“I have twenty credits that says that man gets disembowelled by the Master he’s flirting with.” A man sighed next to you.
You looked at the speaker, he was taller than you, had brown hair and blue eyes and a lightsaber on his belt.
“Now, you’ve done it Jack.” You groaned.
The man turned towards you, “You know him?”
“Unfortunately. He’s my brother.”
The man raised an eyebrow, “Well then, maybe you’d better get over there and rescue him.”
“Yeah, I suppose. Thanks for the tip.”
“You’re welcome. My name is Qui-Gon Jinn.”
You were about to reply when you heard the hum of a lightsaber, “That would be my cue to go.” You muttered and stalked towards your brother.
A couple of minutes later, you and Jack (with all his limbs intact) walked out of the bar, “Come on (Name).” Jack protested, “Getting laid isn’t a crime.”
Obi-Wan:
“Hey, look. It’s Oafy Wan.” Bruck and his followers sniggered.
Obi-Wan sighed and lowered his head as he walked past. Bruck stuck out his foot and tripped him up, “Oafy Wan! Look where you’re going. You could really hurt yourself.”
Obi-Wan stood up and opened his mouth but before he could speak, a feminine voice spoke up, “Bruck! That’s enough!”
Bruck turned around with wide eyes and visibly shrunk under your gaze before scurrying off.
“I am so sorry.” You apologised.
“It’s fine.” Obi-Wan demurred.
“No. It isn’t. My brother should know better.”
Anakin:
You heard sniffling as you walked down the halls. Curiously, you poked your head in and saw a young boy clutching a blanket. “Are you okay?”
The boy looked at you, “The Council said I can’t be trained.”
Your eyes glazed over as you examined the future. Your gift was rare and at eight years old, you were still trying to figure out how it worked.
“Have hope Anakin Skywalker. You will find a place in this new world.” You replied before you heard Master Windu calling for you.
Luke:
Your father was a good man, so when a young boy came stumbling in with his uncle and couldn’t quite afford the ingredients for a stew, your father paid half and told the boy’s uncle not to worry about the rest.
At five years old, Luke was clever, so when his uncle spotted you and nudged Luke, Luke immediately went over to talk to you. He wasn’t afraid of getting cooties from a girl, because if cooties were real wouldn’t his uncle have them? His uncle married his auntie after all.
Han:
Han hated sneaking into palaces. There were so many twists and turns – he feared he’d get lost and it probably didn’t help that he was running from the guards. Suddenly, he was yanked into a dark corridor and the guards thundered past.
Han turned to look at his saviour and was amazed when he saw the princess herself. “I wasn’t trying to steal anything.”
“If that’s true, why didn’t you explain the situation to the guards?” You questioned.
“Because I felt like attempting a jump out of the window.” Han retorted sarcastically.
“It’d hurt on your landing. There are rocks there.”
Han sighed, “How do I get out of here then?”
You winked, “Follow me.”
The guards stood at attention when you walked closer, “You have been chasing the wrong man. You need to escort this man out of the palace.”
“Yes Princess (Name).” The guards muttered abashed.
Han winked at you as he was escorted away.