Well it's the usual time travel story because I couldn't resist doing so, but with a slight rule applied to it meaning Luke's body de-ages to adjust to it's new time frame (as far as we know, hmmn who knows maybe there's more). I'm not planning on making this a very long story by the way, I really like the idea that's why I'm trying it out. I hope people like it though!

Summary
After the Battle of Endor, Luke finds himself traveling back in time. Just as things couldn't get any worse, his body is adjusting to it's new time frame, making him de-age quite rapidly.

Beyond the Bounds
Chapter 1 – Going Back

The beautiful night sky reflected the atmosphere down on Endor filled with laughter and loud cheers. Emperor Palpatine was dead, Darth Vader was dead, and the Galactic Empire had finally lost after more than two decades. The main stage of the victory party was at the heart of the Ewok village. Liquor had been flowing as freely at the endless party as Luke silently parted from the group.

He went to a remote area within the village where voices were reduced to distant mumbling. He sat down on the wooden railing and stared up at the bright-dark sky, momentarily lost in thought. So much had happened to him, it was unbelievable how much had happened since he had left the moisture farm back on Tatooine. And now… now he needed his well-deserved rest so he could start building up a new generation of Jedi.

"Luke?" A soothing voice called out to him.

Luke turned around, "Hey Leia." he smiled at her.

A warm hand touched his shoulder and he watched his sister sit down next to him. "You were great out there. I'm glad you came back." Leia said.

Luke lowered his head and raked his fingers through his hair, "Thanks, but I didn't do that much. If it weren't for the Rebel Fleet, the Death Star would still be out there you know." he paused and massaged the back of his neck. "Can you believe it? In the end, it was our father who destroyed the Galactic Empire by throwing the Emperor down a shaft." He laughed half-heartedly.

"Luke, you know how I feel about Darth Vader." Were Leia's cold words. Despite his multiple attempts, his sister had still not forgiven their father. A wise man once told him time would heal wounds, and perhaps all she needed was being given that space to get over her torments. He was sure.

Luke nodded in return. "I know you don't want to talk about him, but I just can't help but think of how different things could have turned out had he not been turned."

"I guess we'll never find out. Perhaps that is for the best."

"Perhaps."

Luke's low mumble was quickly cut off by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around his waist, pulling him into a warm embrace. He blinked down at his sister and returned the hug. Together they enjoyed each other's embrace for what felt like forever before Leia pulled away, smiling up at him.

"I'm just so happy you're back."

"Me too." Luke returned the smile.

Leia's chocolate brown eyes stared at him while chuckling. "Han is waiting. Drop by whenever you can alright?" She kissed him on the cheek and whirled around, moving back to the lively part of the village.

Appreciating the silence of the forest, Luke let his thoughts wander back to his father. Although dead, his father should be in a much better place now. Surely had he survived the Death Star, there would be an agonizing death sentence hanging over his head.

As much as Luke thought things were for the better now, he couldn't help but want to see the face of his father once more. The face of Anakin Skywalker that died in his son's arms on the second Death Star.

A strange tingling within the Force brought Luke out of his reverie. He glanced around the area but found nothing out of the ordinary. 'Strange, I swear I felt something.' Luke thought silently. Something was still off. It was a bad feeling he had experienced multiple times before.

He reached out further through the Force and found that the Force was going wild, alerting him to whatever was about to happen because something was about to happen. His fingers wrapped tightly around his lightsaber. Luke's stomach lurched, his heart fluttered wildly in panic and a nauseous feeling overwhelmed him. A spark of pain jolt through his head and he collapsed on the bridge planks where he laid crumpled before his world turned as black as the fight that had fallen upon him aboard the Empire's throne room.

He heard a low grumble…

Sinister and familiar…

Luke breathed slowly once he started to regain his consciousness. His headache left him only to be replaced by a tremor within the Force. He jolted upright and latched onto his head before opening his bright blue eyes. He set his sights on an unknown bustling city through a huge window.

"Where am I?" Luke whispered incredulously, taking in the streaming lines of traffic and Senate apartments. He had seen a lot these past few years, but this was just incredible. One could even say this city looked a lot like the stories he'd heard from his rebel friends about Coruscant, also known as Imperial Center. But that couldn't be right…

"What are you doing inside my office?" A voice questioned carefully.

Luke gasped at the familiarity of the voice and immediately rose from the ground, turning around to be met by the one man in the entire solar system that could make his blood boil in much-deserved anger. Dressed in red robes stood the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Sidious.