Tales in Star Wars Andor - The past and presence of Luthen Rael
By Gun Roswell
Andor, season one, lost scenes
Who is, Luthen Rael, really?
What about all the artefacts in his shop, displayed in plain sight for all imperials to see?
And what of his past?
Set in the world of Star Wars Andor space time continuum. Somehow canon compliant, maybe but not really?
'Being the galactic wide man of mystery might suit some, even if most prefer, anonymity.'
He was the Axis… the one broken cog in the Empire's well oiled machinery. The one who wanted to bring chaos into the supposed order the imperial rule had pressed upon the galaxy. Whether any of them had wanted or not. And mostly, the inhabitants of various planets did not want to have imperials on their shores. Not any more. The restlessness and resistance growing each passing day.
And so, there was a great, or rather grave responsibility, lying on his shoulders. The one specific decision made some fifteen years ago. Leaving his past behind, the life as he had known it. Changing it for something different, something dangerous. Not that his life had not been so before. But now, there was a different kind of danger lurking around each and every corner.
But, he was determined to stay on the path he had set on. There was no turning back, even if he wanted to. Did he want to? Perhaps. But, the cause, always came first. And so, he kept on going, crying havoc while charging against the Empire, from the very shadows. Raising hell, by himself and with his associates. The goal? To bring the imperial rule down.
Luthen was having a bad day. He was momentarily alone in his shop, contemplating on the very steps which had led to this, fowl mood. Something noted by Kleya earlier, just before she had taken off to run a few errands. Clearly not in the mood herself of hanging around the sulking Luthen and thus excusing herself under the guile of having things to do in the city.
Luthen must have stared into the space in front of him for the longest moment. Undisturbed by any customers, as during this hour, hardly any came by. It was then when spotted a familiar mask on the table. Something which he himself had cleaned up, fixed any found small fissures he had detected before placing it on display in a glass casing. The honorary place for it to be exact, which was situated almost in the middle of the shop.
It was something very precious too. A priceless artefact. Not exactly for sale. But it had drawn many an eye. And if asked, the value of it set so high, none of the customers so far had been able to buy it. Sure, there had been plenty of offers. But so far, it remained where it was. In its very special place.
Luthen kept on staring at the mask.
All other thoughts purged from his mind. Or at least, pushed away for later scrutiny and the pending headache fading fast too. Because the more Luthen kept on staring at the artefact, the farther away from the moment his thoughts carried him. Right back to the past, tens of years ago to be exact.
And it was Luthen's own past, which he was travelling back to. In his mind. To the time, when he had actually been happy. All those years ago…
'The past is something most of us become nostalgic over, everything having been seemingly better than in the present. But perhaps it wasn't all as rosy as that?'
Luthen was in training. Hard. After all, he was to become one with the Force. Fully. And, a Jedi no less.
The road up to this point had been hard, full of sacrifices. Leaving his family behind at a very young age, having had the gift of the Force. Then becoming a youngling, joining a group of other candidates living together. Their lives filled with rigorous training and learning. But it was all, good, in so many ways. An honour to be exact. A privilege even. And now having served as a learner under several Jedi Masters for many years, Luthen was ready to take his position as a Padawan with his own Jedi Master.
Luthen had heard great things of this, new Master. And even if his life would be even more strict from now on end, he was prepared to put in all the effort and adjust to this, new life. Or rather, the extension to his current life. Never really having known much else, as having been very, very young when adopted to the Jedi Order all those years ago.
And so, putting on his new Jedi Robes, Luthen looked at himself in the tall mirror. The tell tale sign of being a Padawan in place, having grown his hair just perfectly for this specific braid.
Nodding his own approval, Luthen left the communal quarters and was ready to meet his new Master.
The initiation day was upon. The day Luthen Rael was about to receive his commission. He was one of the few selected to serve. In a Jedi Temple. As a Guard of high value.
Luthen was Jedi Knight of his own right now.
Having said goodbye to his former Master some time ago. The Padawan within him all grown up, Luthen was ready for this, next part of his life. Serving the Jedi Cause.
And now, he would not simply a Jedi any more, serving the people out there, in the wide of the galaxy. But having the honour in serving the Jedi themselves. While becoming a Guard in one of the Jedi Temples.
Luthen was about to give up the last vestiges of his own personality. He, himself becoming one piece in a whole. A cog in the greater machine. The mask he was about to receive during his initiation, the one to hide his face, from now on end.
Stepping to the large hall of the Temple, Luthen was one step closer to becoming that, which the Force had guided him all these years towards. This was his final commission. Serving his kind in this, temple of worship, for the Jedi.
The tone was clipped. This kind of job, was never easy, for any of them. Taking in one of their own. "You are accused of crimes against the people of the Republic. Against the Jedi Order. You will be stripped of your rank, your commission and weapons. From this point on, you are no longer a Jedi. You will be placed under arrest and moved from this place to a secure holding area to await your trial and sentencing."
The order was quite clear though. Under his mask of anonymity, Luthen with three other Temple Guards were there to arrest the insurgent who was a suspect of bombing a Jedi Temple. Luthen had been on site and seen the devastation left behind himself.
There were no survivors, the destruction, total. Luthen was the one with the three other Guards from his Temple Order having been assigned to the task of arresting the suspect. Reading the rights to their prisoner, a now former Jedi, Ahsoka Tano, who was to be placed under arrest, trialed and executed for her crimes. It was never good, seeing one of their own turn against them. It had happened a few times before. With a few Jedi turning to the Dark Side. But this one, was quite different. The accused claiming her innocence. Still, it wasn't Luthen's or the other Guards business to judge her. Simply to arrest her.
And so, without further thought, further judgment of their own in the matter, the four Guards started leading Ahsoka Tano towards her prison cell. It was all they were there to do after all.
'There is no time like the present. So they say.'
Luthen was roused from his reminiscence into the past, long since expired.
There was no going back. Ever.
The cause was all Luthen had now. Nothing more, nothing less. His life, forfeited for the rebellion.
After all, it had been of his own making.
Luthen walked the small distance to the stand, where the mask was. His mask. The one he had donned when joining the Jedi Guard at the Temple.
Picking it up, touching the smooth surface of it ever so gently. Staring at it for a moment longer, before placing it back to the stand and locking the glass door again.
The mask would stay in its holder, for the unforeseeable future. Luthen Rael would remain the man he was now. Until he himself, was no more. The Axis, the broken cog working in the shadows against the Empire. For the cause he himself had chosen. And no amount of nostalgia would change that fact. Even if, Luthen wanted to, at least, deep, deep inside of him.