It wasn't unusual for him to dream, though his dreams weren't... peaceful in the slightest. His nightmares were so bad that some days he just didn't sleep, and when he learned that dream walking was supposed to be part of his new skill set, he made it a determined point to never figure out how it was supposed to work. No one deserved to be drawn into his nightmares; no one else deserved to be put through the same things he went through.
Tonight's nightmare was the Death Star, which was a pretty common occurrence, so much so that he could immediately tell something was off. For one, his father wasn't present, and the stormtroopers milling around were... wearing business suits? It was the strangest thing to see, the mix of professional wear with the skull-like helmets, but they ignored him as he stood at the entry ramp of his father's shuttle, like he wasn't even there. Luke frowned to himself, hesitantly moving away from the shuttle, briefly glancing back at the moon of Endor hanging outside the shielded entrance before finally crossing the expanse of the familiar docking bay. The corridors of the Death Star were the same layout he had walked through in real life, but cold Imperial grey was mixed with a fine carpet and wood edging, throwing him completely off.
In terms of dreams, this was definitely the weirdest one he had been in.
His feet finally brought him to a door before he found himself stopping, senses that he knew he didn't have anymore forcing him to pause. This was where he was supposed to be at the moment, not the elevator that would inevitably lead up to the Emperor's throne, but here. But what was here, and why was it important?
He wasn't going to get any answers just standing around outside of it, so he let out a faint huff and knocked, before pressing the release for the door. It swung open, revealing an office that was entirely out of place on the Imperial battlestation, along with a person behind a desk he didn't recognize. He stood there for a moment, frowning, trying to figure out if this person was an Imperial or not, before settling on not; he looked too out of place, along with the rest of the office.
"Who are you?" he finally managed, a faint frown coming to his face.
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It wasn't unusual for him to dream, though his dreams weren't... peaceful in the slightest. His nightmares were so bad that some days he just didn't sleep, and when he learned that dream walking was supposed to be part of his new skill set, he made it a determined point to never figure out how it was supposed to work. No one deserved to be drawn into his nightmares; no one else deserved to be put through the same things he went through.
Tonight's nightmare was the Death Star, which was a pretty common occurrence, so much so that he could immediately tell something was off. For one, his father wasn't present, and the stormtroopers milling around were... wearing business suits? It was the strangest thing to see, the mix of professional wear with the skull-like helmets, but they ignored him as he stood at the entry ramp of his father's shuttle, like he wasn't even there. Luke frowned to himself, hesitantly moving away from the shuttle, briefly glancing back at the moon of Endor hanging outside the shielded entrance before finally crossing the expanse of the familiar docking bay. The corridors of the Death Star were the same layout he had walked through in real life, but cold Imperial grey was mixed with a fine carpet and wood edging, throwing him completely off.
In terms of dreams, this was definitely the weirdest one he had been in.
His feet finally brought him to a door before he found himself stopping, senses that he knew he didn't have anymore forcing him to pause. This was where he was supposed to be at the moment, not the elevator that would inevitably lead up to the Emperor's throne, but here. But what was here, and why was it important?
He wasn't going to get any answers just standing around outside of it, so he let out a faint huff and knocked, before pressing the release for the door. It swung open, revealing an office that was entirely out of place on the Imperial battlestation, along with a person behind a desk he didn't recognize. He stood there for a moment, frowning, trying to figure out if this person was an Imperial or not, before settling on not; he looked too out of place, along with the rest of the office.
"Who are you?" he finally managed, a faint frown coming to his face.