ObiRadd slipped into the now empty study of house Organa. The sound of blaster fire could still be heard as the Republic holdouts drew out a battle that had already been lost. ObiRadd searched through the various shelves and cabinets. He found an ornate music player and turned it on. He smiled briefly as he found himself able to tune out the sounds of war with the percussive notes that accompanied the Alderaanian Orchestral Piece that was currently loaded. For a few moments ObiRadd could find peace in this already cleared area of the Castle. Obi searched through the room for nothing in particular. He knew that Alderaan had always had an appreciation for Art that was unmatched, but to say the Organa collection of reading materials was extensive, would be an understatement on the level of calling Empress Acina a bit ambitious. ObiRadd was surprised to see that, along with your normal datapads, and Holo-records, There were actual leather bound books.
“The luxuries of the incredibly rich and powerful truly knows no bounds.” Obi said quietly to himself as he picked up his first actual analog book and flipped through the pages. The smell was almost intoxicating and the textile feel of the paper between your fingers… “I’m going to have to get me one of these.” Obi said with a smile. He sat the large tome down, not incredibly interested in the histories of House Organa this evening. He absentmindedly looked through all of the beautiful spines on display while he considered where these books might all go, and if he might simply have them shipped to his quarters. As he was beginning to break down the logistics of such a request something caught his eye. Something that simply could not be there. Obi quickly picked up the book with the symbol on the side. A large sphere with a line circling it’s middle and a smaller circle on the northern hemisphere. “It... can’t be…”Obi said so softly even he could have hardly heard himself. He knew that shape. On closer inspection the lines were rough, purposefully rough, and the smaller circle Obi took as a concave disc, actually looked more like a crater… The crater on a moon. The book, which ObiRadd only now was noticing to be rather thin, read across the front, “Old Alderaan Lullabies and Legends.” Obi opened it up and found the same moon image three stories in. Above a short peom, or lullaby, called Mirrorbright. ObiRadd sat down in a nearby arm-chair, and read slowly to himself, understanding more about this Lullaby than, he suspected, anybody who had ever, or would ever read it.
Mirrorbright, shines the moon, it’s glow as soft as an ember When the moon is mirrorbright, take this time to remember Those you have loved but are gone Those who kept you safe and warm The mirrorbright moon lets you see Those who have ceased to be Mirrorbright shines the moon, as fires die to their embers Those you loved are with you still- The moon will help you remember
A cold sensation ran down ObiRadd’s spine. He was absolutely sure that he had not simply discovered a sweet lullaby that mother’s would sing their kids to sleep with on dark Alderaan nights. This was a prophecy. A prophecy of a future only ObiRadd knew would come. Obi flipped through the book looking for an author, but none was listed. Obi held the children’s book close to his chest as he left the room and suddenly the sounds of battle assaulted his senses yet again. He pulled his Comm link out as he walked in the direction of his shuttle. “This is General ObiRadd, I need a Tech officer. Over.” Obi said with authority. “Tech Officer Seastriker reporting, Over.” The young voice cracked as it answered the General’s call. “I need all data from the study compiled and sent directly to my private quarters, especially all the… Analog Materials. Over.” “That may take some time, there are hundreds of books there, even with droi…”The Tech Officer began. “I did not ask for an assessment of the task’s difficulty… I asked for it to be done. Lee out. ” Obi finished as he walked out into the dark and looked up into the sky. The vivid black sky only permeated by the golden shades of the galaxy and the billions of stars most visible in the snowy mountaintops. But there was no gleaming mirrorbright satellite. There never had been… Alderaan had never had a moon.