May the Forth be with you!

Greetings Everyone! Back I am! This story I've been re-working and now, ready I am to post it! Enjoy it you will!

Edited this story myself, I have! Mistakes you find here, my fault they are!

Property of George Lucas, Star Wars is. All Original Characters, my creation they are!

Read on, you should. Alternate Universe this is!


It was early morning on the planet Tattooine and the coolest part of the day. The three suns had set the night before giving their part of the planet the chance to cool down. But now, as the suns began to rise Shmi Skywalker-Lars began to walk out of her home and towards the evaporators. The mushrooms that grew there were a staple of their diet and early morning was the best time to pick them.

Shmi had been blessed beyond reason. Not long after Anakin's departure, a good man named Cliegg Lars had freed her and then asked her to marry him. She never thought this could happen for her. Slaves didn't have the luxury of falling in love. The most a female slave could expect was that, if she were deemed beautiful, could be used for her master's pleasure, or even be taught to dance. She'd been a slave all her life, and though slaves gave birth to children all the time, she never expected this to happen for her. The conception of Anakin had been unexpected and she'd embraced him from the moment the midwife handed the tiny bundle over.

It had been a heart wrenching choice to let her baby boy go, but she knew that their paths had to seperate. She'd never told anyone, not even her husband, but more then once, she'd had premontions about the future. It was how she'd known that her son had a bigger destiny and that she had her own path to walk. She'd seen some of her own path, mainly Cliegg. She'd also seen a baby girl...another little gift. Shmi had dismissed that part, for she was beyond breeding age. So she had been quite surprised to find her self pregnant again.

It was as if the universe had rewarded her for carrying and raising The Chosen One. (She'd only learned that name from the handsome Jedi. He'd told her of the prophesy surrounding both her and her son.) Having young Meira had been a gift for her and had helped soothe the ache left by her loving sacrifice. She missed her son but was grateful to the Jedi for the life they had given him. Her little boy now roamed the galaxy serving others.

She couldn't be prouder.

"Mom? Wait up!" came a young voice behind her. She turned around to see her 7 year old daughter running full tilt after her.

"What are you doing up young lady? The sun's aren't even up yet!"

"I couldn't sleep. I kept having nightmares about something happening to you."

Shmi smiled and knelt down next to her daughter pulling her into a gentle hug. "As you can see I'm alive and well. You have nothing to worry about."

Meira was unsure…she'd been having the same nightmare for weeks. She knew something wasn't right…she could just feel it.

But she went ahead and followed her mom out to the evaporators anyway. Keeping watch for any sign of trouble.

As they picked the mushrooms they kept talking. "So, how's that space transmitter going?" Shmi asked. Just like Anakin, her daughter loved to work on things, it didn't matter if it was a droid, a shifter, or the inter-space transmitter she was working on. It interested her to no end. In fact, she had done half the work of putting the covering on her mother's robot C-3PO. It had been her first big project and the protocol droid had been very grateful to her…to both of them.

Not long after that, she'd expressed her desire to have a droid of her own. The next day, Owen had come through the door with the parts of a pit droid in his hands and a well used tool pack and utility belt, with everything she'd needed.

How Owen loved to spoil his little sister. When Beru had come into their lives, she'd also taken to spoiling Miera. The little girl that now stood next to her had a blessed life. She'd studied every bit of the pit droid and had taken to rebuilding it with an expert eye and a steady hand.

She'd made a new best friend and the smile that lit up her face when she'd first brought it to life- her to life was worth having to constantly pick up all those droid manuals she loved to leave out. Her daughter had predetermined that the droid would be female and gone the extra steps by giving it ha duristeel skirt and outfit. The only thing that she'd had trouble with was the voice box. It still had the tinny voice that all of the others had. Miera had taken to studing the manual that Beru had brought home for her. There was no mention of a way to modify the voice.

So, all the time that droid followed her around. Trying to keep up as fast as it's little legs could go.

"Mistress!" It...she now called as she exited the house carrying Miera's woven basket over it's head. "You forgot your basket!"

"I'm almost done with it. I just need a power charge to get it operational." Then she grinned down at her mechanical friend and accepted the basket being handed to her. Thanks, Tennii!

Shmi smiled at them both. They were thick as theives from the moment the switch had been flipped.

"I'm sure if you ask your father, he can help you out. He must have one around the house somewhere."

"I can't wait to talk to Anakin. I've always wanted to meet him." Shmi gave her daughter a look of curiosity. "I don't know, Sweetheart. He's a Jedi now, you might not be able to reach him."

"Can I at least try?"

Shmi sighed as she picked the last mushroom and then turned around to head back to the house. She was never one to discourage a young eager mind. "Yes, I suppose so. But don't be surprised if he's not at their temple on Corosaunt. He's serves the Republic now."

"Why would he refuse me?"

"Because I never told him about you…wait, what was that?" Shmi turned around and saw to her horror a small band of Tuscan Raiders. They were running at them now.

"Go!" She said to her daughter. "Run back to the house! Hurry!" she added pushing her daughter towards their house. "Don't look back! Tenni, go with her!"

Both girl and Droid took off running, but then a young male raider caught the younger girl dragging her away. Shmi was fast to tackle the raider freeing her daughter. As soon as she was free Meira took off running. As soon as she got to the dwelling she turned to see her mom being dragged off. She ran towards them again, only to see one of the larger raiders pull out a gun.

Then she felt heat cover her body and then the blackness claimed her.

"Mistress!" Her droid's voice was the last thing she heard.


Supreme Chancellor Palpatine sat at his desk with his fingers steepled before him. He had worked long and hard for what he had…he had been a Sith lord for a long time and was thinking about the best way to turn young Skywalker to the dark side…the side of power. The young Jedi was a very formidable warrior but he had a weak spot…his mother. If she were to die, Anakin's walls would collapse and that would allow him to become susceptible to anything…and he would be putty in the greedy Sith's hands.

It was time to call in a favor.


In the vast expanse of space that was the Force, the spirit of the former Jedi knight stirred from his eternal rest. He looked around him stretching his senses outward and then he focused his energies…narrowing in at last at the source…in that instant he sensed it…he spectral eyes widened in shock….