This is the story of how Luke and Leia managed to get themselves kicked out of all civilized parts of the galaxy, how the bad guy gets what he wants, and how Han Solo became fond of ewoks. This story begins just days after the second Death Star was destroyed. While the galaxy celebrates, the last surviving jedi and his sister decide to take some time off…
The Millennium Falcon, oldest ship in the galactic Starfleet and pride and joy of Han Solo, came to a landing on the soft sand. The two suns of Tattooine shone brightly overhead in the clear blue sky. Somewhere a bird let out a shrill cry.
The ship's gangplank lowered to reveal four figures standing at the top.
For once in her life Leia was at a loss for words. The past few days had been a blur. All the parties, the ceremonies, the hand-shaking and the congratulating had made her world pass her by like a pleasant dream. Now here she stood, ready to stride forth into the unknown once again- to embark on another adventure. Just then the world had caught up with her.
"So it's goodbye then?" Han's right hand twitched like it always did when he was uncomfortable. So Leia threw her arms around him. That always made things seem better. She may not have understood her feelings about all the changes, but she did know she would miss the ever-annoying space captain. "I love you," she whispered in his ear. "In a few months it might be safe to visit us."
He slipped gently out of her grasp. "I'll be seeing you again, your highness," he said gripping her arm.
Leia squeezed his hand one last time and turned to say goodbye to Chewbacca. Before she could change her mind, Chewie scooped her up in a gigantic bear hug…or wookie hug.
"Take care, kid," Han gave Luke a slap on the back. "And don't ever buy stuff from those street vendors. Whatever it is, it's either stolen or fake."
"Thanks Han, I'll watch out," vowed Luke, smiling at this bit of ridiculous advice. It was fun to see the real Han Solo coming out after the war was finally over. A huge weight had been lifted off everyone, and Mr. Carefree Space Pirate was no exception.
Eventually the time came for Luke and Leia to go. After one last goodbye, the twins descended the gangplank and stood ankle-deep in the warm sand. Han and Chewie turned away, the ramp sealing shut behind them. In almost no time at all the Millennium Falcon was disappearing into the huge blue sky. Luke put his arm around his sister as they watched their old life vanish. She leaned her head on his shoulder, silently grateful for the support. Even after the ship was gone, she stared after it. Here she was, alone in a world where she didn't belong. A world where her reputation didn't matter anymore. Almost alone, she corrected herself, except for Luke! This was Luke's old home. She had helped him adjust to a new world, and now it was his turn.
"You ready?" Luke broke into the silence. He pointed to a leather bag sitting nearby on the sand. "We've got a whole bag of disguise stuff waiting for us!"
Leia grinned and dove in with him. Han had produced that bag from a closet somewhere when they told him they had no way to conceal their identities. It's not easy for celebrated heroes to take some time off in a huge city, but this stuff would make it a little easier.
A few minutes later, the two of them were barely recognizable. Luke looked as if his nose was broken in several places. He also had a long curly mustache and had hidden his blonde locks in a thick black wig. If Leia's new face was ever featured on the cover of a children's picture book, the kids would have nightmares for weeks. Through the magic of contact lenses, both her eyes were washed out to look completely white. Her hair was braided with sticks and pebbles. The surface of her face was ridden with scars, and around her eyes and mouth boiled an unheard of mass of scar tissue and fake tumors.
"Yup, that should do it," Luke commented, not sure whether he should laugh or cry.
"I can hardly recognize you," Leia smiled back at him. She wondered why Luke was staring at her that way
They packed up what little things they had and turned their heads toward the city of Mos Eisley which loomed about a kilometer of desert away.
"You ready for this?" Luke glanced down at his sister, who seemed pretty small right then.
"I suppose I'll have to be," she looked at him and took a deep breath. Suddenly she made up her mind. She grabbed his arm and started dragging him toward Mos Eisley, "Come on, let's get going!"
And just like that the two made their way across the dunes toward a brand new adventure.