“General Skywalker? Sir?”
Luke jerked awake, the surface under him jerking, and then tipping over, dumping him onto a hard, uneven floor. He leaned forward, rubbing his forehead as it started to throb. Had Wedge taken him drinking last night?
“General, are you okay?”
“What?” Luke turned, frowning, he was about to say that he wasn’t a General, but his actual surroundings came into focus and he couldn’t find the words. He was in a tent, and there was a man standing just inside the front entrance, with short, light colored hair. He also wore stormtrooper armor. Luke went very still, not willing to let on that his heart rate had sky-rocketed and what sleep had been fogging his brain was now barely a memory.
“General Skywalker? Sir?” The man said, “Are you okay?”
“I-,” Luke shook his head slightly, trying not to react to the armor and noticing that the man was not hostile, only concerned. He also took in that the man had blue stripes on his armor, as well as something he thought was called a kama. In the Force, he realized that the man was concerned about him, but he was also familiar with him. This man that Luke could have sworn he’d never seen before knew who he was, a kind of recognition that Luke was used to seeing in Wedge and the Rogues, or even Han sometimes.
“I don’t know. What happened?” Luke made himself ask.
“Besides you falling out of bed, sir? You said you were fine yesterday, you weren’t even bleeding.” Now the man looked almost terrified.
Luke untangled himself from the bed, then froze, staring at his hands. One of them was metal, a black and gold design that was aesthetically pleasing, but it was still a metal hand.
“Sir,” the stormtrooper said, bringing Luke back to the present.
“Sorry, I, sorry,” Luke said, finishing his fight with the covers and standing up. “I need a few minutes, please.”
“Are you sure, sir? I can get Kix.”
Luke hesitated, wanting to ask who, or what, ‘Kix’ was. “Just, give me a moment, please.”
The stormtrooper hesitated, suddenly suspicious, but he nodded and stepped out of the tent a moment later. Luke watched the flap slid shut, certain that he’d be meeting ‘Kix’ soon, whether he wanted to or not.
Glancing around, Luke saw a sink with a mirror over it. He hurried over intending to splash water on his face, only to stop as he caught a glimpse in the mirror. Dark blond hair with a lot more curl to it than Luke had ever had, blue eyes that were at least a little familiar, and a scar that ran from mid-forehead over his eye to his cheek.
It was not a face he knew, definitely not his own, but the stormtrooper had called him Skywalker. General Skywalker, but still Skywalker. Glancing at his body, noting the scars that littered his bare torso, he quickly turned, looking for clothes.
All he found were dark clothes that vaguely looked like what Ben had worn on Tatooine. He’d never worn anything like them, but he recognized the shirt and pants, and hoped he could wing it about the rest of what looked like a uniform until he figured out what was going on. He did find a lightsaber though. It was in the mess of blankets he’d picked up after straightening up the cot. Holding it in his flesh-hand, Luke couldn’t help but wonder what sort of person slept with a lightsaber. It seemed a lot more dangerous than the vibroblades the commandos slept with, or the blasters that Wedge and Hobbie kept under their pillows.
“General, are you feeling any better?”
The storm trooper was back, but standing outside the tent this time. Luke put the lightsaber on the cot, and moved away from it. Whatever was going on, he thought he should at least tell this person who knew his face.
“Not exactly, would you come in please?” Luke called.
For a moment, he thought it was the same man, but then he realized that this man had darker hair, still short cut, with lightning bolts shaved into it, and a tattoo above his ear that read ‘The only good droid is a dead droid.’ His uniform also had blue, but he lacked the kama and shoulder armor the other man had worn.
“General Skywalker?” The man said.
Luke closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. “So, there’s something wrong, and I don’t know how to explain it.”
“What do you mean, sir?” The man said.
“Just, bear with me a moment. When you say General Skywalker, who are you speaking of? What is his first name?”
“General Anakin Skywalker,” the man said, “sir, are you having trouble remembering something?”
Luke held his hands out to the side, “I remember everything about my life in near perfect clarity. There is only one problem here.”
“Sir?” The man said.
“My name is Luke Skywalker. This is not my face, and this is most definitely not where I fell asleep last night. I don’t know who Anakin Skywalker is, although we might be related through my grandmother, Shmi Skywalker. I swear, I don’t know what happened, and I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
The man frowned, but before he could say anything, the tent’s flap was yanked open and the man with the lighter hair and kama from earlier stormed inside, looking pissed but felt terrified. Luke wondered if his name was so well known now that the stormtrooper had recognized it and was going to kill him or arrest him for it. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, but he’d left the lightsaber there for a reason.
“Rex,” the second storm trooper said, both concerned and irritated.
“I was listening outside,” ‘Rex’ said eyes, and blaster now trained on Luke.
“So, does medical privacy not mean anything to you?” The man snapped, irritated.
“It’s the General, or not as the case may be,” Rex replied, “Of course I was going to keep an eye on things, Kix.”
They didn’t recognize his name, Luke realized. Whoever they were, wherever he was, they hadn’t heard of Luke Skywalker, the Rebel pilot who had killed Governor Tarkin, and whatever else had shown up on the wanted notice after that.
“Hey,” Luke said, catching their attention, “I’m sorry, I don’t, I don’t know what’s going on, or how this happened, or who you are. I just want to solve this without causing any trouble for your General Skywalker. Is there anyone you can think of who might be able to help?”
The two exchanged glances, and Rex sighed, “General Kenobi’s on the Negotiator, we can get him down here to figure this out.”
“Kenobi, do you mean Ben, no, Obi-Wan Kenobi?” Luke asked, frowning.
“You know General Kenobi?” Rex demanded.
Luke stepped back a bit at the intensity of the storm trooper’s demand, “I- kind of? Not really, but, I knew of him.” Rex looked at him and Luke felt very much like he did when one of the other Commanders caught him floundering over something they considered basic. “When I was growing up on Tatooine, they called him Ben Kenobi, he was a wizard and a hermit who lived in the Jundland Wastes. But, I don’t think we know the same Kenobi, because Ben died on the Death Star.”
“What Death Star?” Rex asked.
Luke blinked, “The Empire’s big super weapon, it destroyed Alderaan? Even stormtroopers should have…”
“What are stormtroopers?” Kix asked, then waved his hand, “Never mind. Let’s get General Kenobi down here to speak with you. Whatever’s going on, the General’s a Jedi, he can figure it out better than us.”
“We need to keep this quiet,” Rex said, “the men will panic if they think something’s really wrong with the General.”
“Medical emergency,” Kix said, “that hit yesterday was worse than we thought. We’re getting the General in because it’s General Skywalker, if you want to keep him in Medical OR take it easy, you get Kenobi to sit on him.”
Luke scratched his jaw a moment, “So, am I just going to stay in the tent?”
“That might be best,” Rex said, “although you might want to finish getting dressed.”
Luke ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck, “I don’t, I’ve never seen, uh, how? There’s a lot of layers.”
“You’ve never seen a Jedi’s uniform?” Kix said after a moment.
“The only Jedi I ever met was Ben,” Luke said quietly. “The Empire… most of them died a long time ago, like my father.”
“I know we both have questions,” Kix said, “but we need General Kenobi fast. Captain, would you be so kind?”
“Right,” Rex said, “I’ll be back with the General.” He hesitated a moment, then left.
“So,” Luke said after a moment.
Kix smiled, “I’m the Chief Medical Officer, in a medical emergency I outrank everybody and our General suddenly claiming he’s a completely different person counts. I don’t know if you’re our General and that hit to the head messed up something I couldn’t detect yesterday, or if what you’re saying is true.”
Luke nodded as he crossed his arms, then uncrossed them, “Are you, is there somewhere you need to be?”
“No,” Kix shook his head, “I’ve already seen to the evac of our worst wounded, and those that are left have orderlies to keep an eye on things. Do you need anything, are you hungry?”
Luke considered, then shook his head, “Not at the moment, I, uh, I hit my head yesterday too. I was, well, I was trying to follow a lightsaber exercise Ben taught me before-,” he paused, swallowed, “before he died. I kind of fell down half a flight of stairs. I wasn’t feeling well, so they were keeping me in medical overnight.”
Kix nodded, “Would you consider trying to eat? General Skywalker has a habit of not eating when he should, and I know those bugs he eats can supplement what our food, but he’s lost some weight he shouldn’t have.”
“Bugs?” Luke said, “I thought, they said, weren’t Jedi raised at the Temple?”
“Not the General, he grew up on Tatooine,” Kix said.
“Oh,” Luke said, he shrugged, “we didn’t have to resort to bugs often, not after I was old enough to pull in my share, but that’s not unusual.”
“How about we just try for some bread, and maybe soup,” Kix said after a moment. “I’ll be back in a moment.”