Christophsis

Luke Skywalkers POV

It felt like I've been dodging blaster fire left and right all week. I've never had a time where my feet have hurt so badly, but there was no time for complaining. I race behind my dad, Master Kenobi was right behind me, I jumped over so many fallen debris pieces that twice I almost tripped and fell. "Artoo, get out of here!" I order to the family droid. "Move it buddy!" The Astromech wastes no time bailing out the fire zone as fast as he could as if the whole place was burning down. My feet skid against the ground for a few moments when I stop next to my dad; my mouth was slightly hung open when I saw two massive and very scary looking Octuptarra droids marching our way. "Oh Ferglutz."

"Watch your language." Dad scolds me for a moment then turns back to Master Kenobi. "They're back!" It didn't take him very long to stop dead in his tracks as well.

"I told you this victory was too easy. We never should have sent the ship back to supplies."

"It wasn't my idea to send the ship back." Dad protests then turns to me.

"Are you both really going to blame me for that?" I groan clearly feeling irritated. "And maybe we should be focusing on the crisis here?"

"It's not a crisis." Dad once again argues with a light chuckle that sounded too over confident

"Oh really?" I point over to the Octutarra who by the way were still getting closer and closer. "Because I'm officially calling those guys over there a crisis."

"Ok fine….Luke head back to the tanks and take care of droids that may get through."

"You want me in the back? But I should be up here with the both of you."

"Luke!" Dad snaps harshly at me. "Do as I say!" I turn to Master Kenobi hoping that he would convince my father to allow me to stay, but he said no such thing he only nodded his head to me. I hated when my dad would do stuff like this, but I knew better than to argue with him when he tells me to do something. I take off running back to the tanks like I was ordered to do; I passed troopers that were racing past me to join the fight that I was being kept from.

"Hey buddy." I grin, lightly patting Artoo's dome as he stood near the cannons shaking. "It's gonna be fine."

"What are ya doing here kid?"

I roll my eyes at the smart mouthed Clone that stood beside me. "Zip it Alpha, I'm only here because Master Skywalker sent me."

"Awwww daddy sent back his little baby?" The Clone mocks.

"You're awfully rude for a clone."

This comment only makes him let out a small laugh. "Yeah your dad said the same thing years ago."

"Why is that not surprising?" I turn my head only to see that the ARC Trooper had disappeared. He probably left to help the others. "Blast it." I mutter quietly to myself, I couldn't see anything from here. All that I could do was stay and listen to nothing but horrifying screams and blaster fire followed by the occasional explosion. My father always pulled a stunt like this whenever I'm out in the field; he preferred to keep me on the side lines where he thought I could learn better at a safe distance. Every once in a while Master Obi-wan would agree to disagree with me, he would encourage my dad to let me into the field more, he said it was a much better learning experience for me. I know that he's my dad and that he's trying to protect me, but it always feels like he treats me like a little kid, fourteen isn't that young…..is it? "Dad, you better get rid of those Octuptarra." The ground under my feet trembled every time the tanks behind me fired. My lightsaber hung from my utility belt…I could tell that it was just as anxious to join the fight as I was.

(A test to see what kind of response this gets. Let me know what you think so far)