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Setting/Time: Tatooine, during the Fate of the Jedi series (after Outcast). This might be considered AU, but I'm not sure. Either way, it is proudly EU/Legends.
Author's Note 1: This story will feature Camie and Fixer. I realize more has been written about them since the novelization of "A New Hope", but the novelization is only what I will consider.
Author's Note 2: I just reposted the chapters I've written and changed a few minor things. Previously I'd said that I was going to de-age Luke a bit, but now that won't be the case, so consider him to be early 60s just as the FotJ series has him be. Updates still will not be easy for me but I am trying to work on this story again.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
I.
Luke Skywalker came out of the refresher of his late wife's ship wearing a pair of black pants. They were the sort that were comfortable to sleep in but were tough enough to withstand combat, should he need to spring into action suddenly. He toweled off his hair — damp from the hot sanisteam he'd just enjoyed — and made his way to where his son was. Ben, hungry as usual, was in the galley.
"Hey dad, do you want a bantha steak?"
Luke thought for a moment but then shook his head and ran the towel over his well-muscled chest and abdominals. He threw the towel into his bedchamber and reached for some dark green leaves. He dressed them lightly with oil made from a delicious native Dorin plant and said, "I've been feeling sluggish lately and I think it's because I haven't had any greens in a long time. Plus, do you know how long that has been in the cooling unit? I think I'll pass."
"Sluggish?" Ben said sardonically, "Well we have just returned to the land of the living, that's probably why. But that's no reason you can't enjoy a delicious dead bantha."
The Jedi Grandmaster chuckled at his son's dry humor — he definitely took after his mother — and then grew serious. "True, but that's exactly why I have no need for meat right now. I don't wish to take another sentient being's life into me so soon after returning from the dead. You know I think there isn't anything inherently wrong with eating meat, as long as the animal lived a happy life and came to a dignified end, but still, no death should be taken lightly – even a delicious bantha's. Every time we eat meat we must remember that we are being sustained by an animal's death, and we must be grateful. My Aunt Beru's family had a long held tradition that when we consume a sentient being, we take its life into our own."
Ben sighed, annoyed again that he had to be the son of a Jedi, where everything was a lesson. But he knew his father was right. "Okay dad," he said, "you're right, I should be more thankful to the bantha. But didn't you used to bullseye womprats in your T-16? Or is that just legend?"
"No, I never did that." Luke rolled his eyes.
"You didn't? But then why does everyone say you did?"
Luke ran his fingers through his hair in a half-hearted attempt to comb it. "Well because I told people I did. I lied because some of the guys were thinking the shot needed to take out the Death Star was impossible. I knew it wasn't but I didn't know how I knew – it was just like when I was 6 years old and I knew the screwdriver my aunt had lost was under the couch – so I made up the story about the womprats. I'm not actually a psychopath, you know."
"Oh," Ben said. "Well that's good I suppose. Do you really believe what your Aunt Beru did?"
"You know, I'm not sure," Luke shrugged and grew a sly grin, "but it makes sense, from a certain point of view."
"Agh!" Ben exclaimed in mock anger, "You and my namesake can shove the point-of-view!"
Luke laughed heartily. He did so love to rile his boy up. And it was good to be able to laugh with him considering in the past their relationship had had its share of friction. He finished eating his greens and saw that Ben was finished with his steak. "Okay Ben, as fascinating as Dorin is, I'm ready to get out of here. Go plot a course for the Kathol Sector." His voice grew ominous, "We need to go to the Rift."
"Okay dad, copy that." Ben started walking to the cockpit of the Jade Shadow.
Luke walked back to his bedchamber and began a moving meditation sequence. He gathered up a ball of green Force energy and, through the gentle push and pull of his arms and the dip and rise of his legs, he made the energy dance.
"HEY DAD!? DO YOU WANT ME TO PLOT THE COURSE ANY PARTICULAR WAY?"
Typical, Luke thought. Instead of calmly walking the short distance from the cockpit or, even better, using the intercom, Ben had decided to yell loudly. Luke sighed and walked to where his son sat in the pilot's seat. "Ya just had to bellow like a Tusken, didn't you? Take the smartest route."
"Well that's… helpful." Ben said.
Luke ignored his son's comment and said, "And now I'm going to sleep for a while. Wake me before we make the jump to hyperspace."
Ben nodded, his playfulness gone. He could see his father was tired.