Star Wars_ Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor Part 32

"I have been known to joke," Geptun said. "But rarely about business, and never about money."

"You were planning this," Skywalker accused. "This was what you planned to do from the beginning."

"Oh, yes. Yes, indeed."

All Skywalker's anger had fled. Now he only looked tired. Very tired, and much older than his years. "Did you even bother to investigate?"

"Of course," Geptun said. "Verisimilitude is vital. I stand behind every word."

"Verisimilitude? I did not defeat Kar Vastor in single combat-I didn't even fight him. He was terrified, and confused, and aside from one, well, bite, he just ran away. I didn't cut off his arms with my lightsaber, and I don't even know what a 'vibroshield' is."

"I did take some liberties," Geptun said. "Call it artistic license."

"It's-it's just so..." Skywalker shook his head helplessly; for a moment Geptun feared he might start to cry. "You make me look like some kind of hero." The word dripped loathing.

"You are a hero, General. Trust me on this, if nothing else. In my lifetime, I've known exactly four actual heroes, and one of them is you."

"Don't call me General."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I've resigned my commission. I'm no soldier. Not ever again."

"Ah. And what are you, then?"

Skywalker's eyes went hooded. "All those men... I killed them. All of them."

"You had no choice."

"There's always a choice."

"If that is so," Geptun said, "then you made the right one. That's what this story is about. Don't you understand? You are more than a man, now. You are a symbol of everything that is good in the galaxy. In this horrific civil war, don't you see how much good that image of you can do? You give people hope. You set an example that they can aspire to live up to. Just by existing, you make people want to be better than they are."

"But it's not me. It's just some made-up guy using my name. A holothriller hero. A storybook prince."

"If you say so."

Skywalker lowered his face into his hands, and for a long moment he just sat there, silent, motionless. Finally he said, "You didn't write anything about my good-byes with Nick."

"No. Too anticlimactic. The story needs to end with a nice, neat wrap-up. I like your little astromech droid. I think I'm going to end with him."

"On the shuttle, later, after I asked Nick about an investigator and he told me about you, just before Nick and Aeona took off... Nick reminded me that I'd never told him what my 'best trick' was. You know what I told him? I told him he'd just seen it."

Skywalker lifted his face from his hands, and his eyes were dark. Wounded. Haunted by shadows. "My best trick is to do one thing-to make one small move, even a simple choice-and kill thousands of people. Thousands."

Geptun nodded noncommittally. After a moment, he said, "One of those heroes I mentioned liked occasionally to say Jedi are not soldiers. We are keepers of the peace."

"Keepers of the peace," Skywalker murmured. "Yes. Yes, I like that. I think that's right. We are the light in the darkness."

"A poetic metaphor."

"I'm not surprised you like it; you made it up. But I think... I think it's not just a metaphor. I think it's the plain truth."

"And all I'm doing," Geptun said, "is sharing that light with the whole galaxy. I would think you'd want to play along."

"I suppose..." Luke took a deep breath, sighed it out. "Maybe you're right. How much harm can it do?"

"Well..." Geptun shifted on the settee. He had an uncomfortable feeling that he was about to do something he abhorred: tell the truth.

Something about Skywalker just seemed to bring that out of him.

"Let them tell their stories," Skywalker said. "Let them make holothrillers and whatever else. It doesn't matter. None of the stories people tell about me can change who I really am."

"Yes," Geptun said heavily. "But they can change who people think you are. And that, my young friend, can do considerable damage. Look at Luke Skywalker and the Jedi's Revenge."

Luke nodded thoughtfully. "I guess... I guess if people are going to tell stories about me anyway, I should make sure they're telling the right kind of stories."

"You'll never have cause to complain of mine, at least. Just don't start believing your own press."

"No fear of that," Luke said. "I'm not much of a reader, and holothrillers bore me. But there are a couple of changes you need to make."

"Do I? My producers rather like it as is."

"And if I were to visit them and talk it over, they might change their minds. They might change their minds about making the production at all."

"Oh, please. After all the money they've sunk into it already?"

"I can be," Luke said mildly, "surprisingly persuasive."

"Ah, yes, I suppose you can." Geptun sighed. "Very well. What changes?"

"You made the deaths of the shadow troopers seem almost like an accident. Like I didn't know it would happen. But I did. I knew what I was doing. The story has to say so."

"Well..."

"That lightsaber versus 'vibroshield' fight? That goes too. It's stupid. Besides, who wants to watch me cut up one more villain with my lightsaber? Don't you think that's getting pretty old?"

"Perhaps," Geptun allowed, "we can work a little bit of truth in there."

"And then there's Aeona Cantor. She's not my love interest-she's Nick's girlfriend, and that's the whole story. Anyway, she's not my type. Too abrasive. And I don't like redheads."

"I'll make a note of it. What did happen to Nick and Aeona? And to Kar?"

Luke shrugged. "Nick thinks Blackhole is still alive."

"Really?"

"That's what he said. He and Kar figure they have a score there that needs settling. And if Blackhole really is still alive, having Nick and Kar and Aeona on his tail will keep him busy enough looking over his shoulder that he won't have much time to stir up mischief. Now, look, in the story-some of these similies you use are... well, I'm not exactly a literary critic, but..."

Geptun sighed and reluctantly reached for the holopad. He had a feeling this would be a long, hard process.

Rewrites, he decided, sucked.