I don't own anything!

I sit here all alone, staring at the white walls. The room is three meters by three meters.

I don't see the walls or the datapad on the small table. I am remembering, lost in the past.

Earlier today, or was it yesterday?, Coric and I returned from an assignment only to find the Empire defeated and our commander of twenty-six years dead.

I still can't believe that he's gone. He was invincible! Nothing could kill him! Be it droids or lava. But he was mortal and all mortals die. I just thought that I'd die before him.

I remember hearing the news that he'd been injured. We were all desperate for news. I was shocked when I was assigned to guard the platform where he'd be arriving. I didn't even catch a glimpse of him.

A trooper who had seen him told me that it was bad. The tremor in his voice betrayed his worry.

For weeks most of us were kept in the dark.

Finally we were informed that he was alive and had returned to active duty.

I thought that whoever had returned him to active duty had more than one screw lose.

At that moment I wanted to hunt down Obi-Wan Kenobi and unload my blasters on him. You just don't leave ANYONE like that to just die; you finish the job.

I missed Kenobi and Ahsoka, but I would have killed both of them unless Vader said otherwise.

For years all was well, if you count a few Jedi and some rebellious activity well. Then the Rebellion began to make a nuisance of themselves.

Four years ago we caught the former Princess Leia herself. She tired to talk her way out of it but we had the proof.

I heard over helmet chatter that she had tried to 'belittle' Vader by in a round about way calling him a nerfherder. I guarder her while she was on board the Devastator and asked her if it was true, she said yes so I told her about Anakin Skywalker calling General Grievous short.

I didn't name his name though.

I waited on the Devastator of his return. I would have liked to visit the Death Star but I agreed with him about it being a waste of credits, manpower and an insult to those that fought with honor.

I felt fear again when the news of the destruction of the Death Star reached us. All of us in the 501st breathed a sigh of relief when he returned to us.

We all knew that the Emperor had punished him for the destruction of the Death Star and it made a part of me mad that he was punished for something that he'd no control over.

A few months after the destruction of the Death Star we learned the identity of the pilot that had fired the fateful shot: Luke Skywalker. I wondered if he was his son, but I didn't ask.

Then after what happened at Bespin he gave a datapad that I recognized from the Clone Wars. He told me that in the event of his death than I was to find Luke and give it to him.

After that I was rarely on Executor. Older clones and I were always checking things out. It was nice, I even met a togruta woman that reminded me a bit of Ahsoka Tano.

Sometimes I wonder what happened to her after she disappeared on Myrkr. Seeing that It has metals and animals that naturally make it hard for Jedi to use the Force she must have been eaten by something.

Coric and I returned early from an assignment in time to see the second Death Star explode. We were captured a short time later.

They searched us and found the datapad. But without the passwords it just shows a list of flower boutiques and dates. It was amusing to see the looks on their faces when they all discovered that little fact.

I told them that I wanted to see Luke Skywalker, personally.

It has been hours. Or at least it feels as if it has been hours.

The door opens and in walks Luke Skywalker and Leia.

I feel sorry for her. A few months ago the Imperial Courts revoked her adoption. Something about false information and the fact that she has family who would have raised her if they had known she was alive. Bail Organa if he was still alive would have been charged with kiddnapping.

They look at me curiously. He's probably wondering why he was called away from the celebrations to talk to a former stormtrooper. I am curious why she's here though.

"You wanted to see me?" he asks. I reach for the datapad and type eight words on its keypad: angel, Luke, Ashlans, flowers, Leia, mother, Naboo and Rex (the last one let's the 'pad know who's typing the passwords). The moment I press the last key the list of flowers and dates disappeared to be replaced by some files.

I push the datepad across the table for Luke to read.

"What is this?" he asks. "I don't know." It's the truth, I don't know for sure what the 'pad contains.

"Looks like Ani's old 'pad." Leia says. "Ani?" Luke asks. "A friend of mine. When I was little I thought that he was the smartest and bravest person in the galaxy. He didn't treat me like a child and didn't sugarcoat anything."

"Did he die on Alderaan?" Luke asks. "No, I don't know where he was. In fact as far as I know I never laid eyes on him."

I feel like an intruder.

I watch him scan the list of files. Apparently trying to decide which one to open. Finally he opens one. "'We are almost finished here, just a few days more and we'll be reunited on Coruscant. The offer to go somewhere still stands when I get back. I miss you Angel.' It isn't signed."

He opens more files and reads short messages, battle strategies and brief thoughts on battles. He keeps digging.

Suddenly he stops. He looks at me with a puzzled expression. "Where did you get this?" he asks. "It was given to me to give to you." I respond. "By who?" I hesitate before answering. "Your father."

He looks at me for a moment before smiling. "Thank you," he says.

He sets the the datapad back on the table and I can see what he was looking at. It is a marriage certificate for Anakin Skywalker and Padme Naberrie Amidala.

R/R!