A/N: Here's Chapter 1 of TINSIS. I was really pleased with the response I got from the prologue. Thank you all so much for the support! I realized I forgot to have a disclaimer in the last chapter so here it is: I don't own Star Wars. I hope you enjoy the new chapter!


Luke awoke with a gasp as he found himself thrown to the ground. Pain blossomed from everywhere on the boy's body and he let out a short silent scream at the pain. Afterwards he found himself shivering slightly and he tried to curl up into the fetal position. His already blurry vision started to swim and darken as an almost overwhelming pain flooded his senses.

As the pain died away, he closed his eyes, tears slowly spilling from the corners and making their way down his face. Luke wanted nothing more than to be able to cry for help, it was a long shot that anybody would have heard him, and even then, who would brave a Raiders' camp to rescue a boy they don't know.

A groan from somewhere near by coaxed the blond haired teen to open his eyes and look for the source of the noise without moving his head. From his limited vision, Luke decided that he must have been hearing things. There was no way the mostly charred body lying nearby was still alive. Then the body moved, the head tilted slightly as eyes struggled to open.

Luke started to breath harder, horrified that someone in that state was both alive and conscious. He felt bile rising up from his stomach and he did his best to not throw up. The teen felt the gaze of the charred body on him and he tried not to think about it. He closed his eyes and practically begged for unconsciousness to take him again.

"Luke…" Luke's eyes snapped open and he saw the body's tied hands reaching for him. He knew that croaking voice, and he found himself shaking violently. The should be dead body was his aunt. This time he couldn't stop himself from throwing up the little contents of his stomach.

Before he could have distanced himself from the charred body, blown it off as some poor soul who had also been captured by the Raiders. But knowing that was his aunt was too much. Luke closed his eyes, willing himself to fall back into unconsciousness.

He had no such luck. It was at that moment one of the Tusken Raiders decided to check on their prisoners. Luke received a hard kick to his ribs, a small snap barely heard as agony exploded in his chest. The teen let out a gasp as he drew his arms closer to his chest in an attempt to protect his chest from any more potential kicks.

Several more kicks rained down until the Raider grew fed up with the lack of verbal response from the teen. Luke let out a sigh of relief as the blows stopped, shoulders sagging a little as he released a shaky breath. A few tears leaked out of his eyes as he let his head go limp. Once again he begged for unconsciousness.

Luke would get no relent from his tormentors as he suddenly found himself jerked upwards. A silent cry of agony escaped his lips as his head was forced to look up at his aunt's burnt body. Even as his vision swam from the movement, he was able to lock eyes with his aunt. Through the pain evident in her eyes, Luke could also see the remorse and pity. He knew his aunt never meant for this to happen.

"I'm sorry…" Aunt Beru croaked this out as she once again tried to reach for her nephew. The Raider didn't take it too kindly, and used the butt of the rifle in his hands as a club. His aunt cried out as the rifle slammed into her shoulder, easily tearing the barely healed skin.

Luke closed his eyes, but the sight of blood sluggishly seeping from his aunt into the sand was still burned into his memory. A scream tore itself from his aunt's lips and Luke's eyes flew open to see what possibly could have caused her that much pain. The teen could only tremble in the Raider's grasp as he once again threw up, this time little more than pure acid coming up.

The second Tusken Raider had taken a metal rod from the fire flickering on the other side of the tent and was using it to sear some of her unburned skin. Even while feeling weak from throwing up a second time, Luke vainly tried to free himself from the Raider's grasp to help his aunt.

The teen let out a gasp as he suddenly found himself dropped, pain blossoming from his injured ribs. Still he ignored it and tried to move towards the only remaining member of his family. His vision swam as his whole body spasmed in agony, radiating from his left leg. One of the Tusken Raiders let out a yell, and that was all the warning Luke was given. A rifle slammed into his head seconds later, sending him crashing into oblivion.


Darth Vader knew immediately when the boy awakened, pain radiating through the force. For half a second, he was distracted, until the sting of blaster fire brought him back to reality. Once again he raised his ruby lightsaber, deflecting the blaster bolts that came at him from the small floating droid.

The Sith Lord was determined to ignore the feelings coming from the boy and continue his routine training to keep his reflexes strong. That is until another bolt hit him, telling the dark lord he still was being distracted. After a third stinging erupted on his body, Vader used the force to shut off the droid and let it fall to the ground.

As he stalked out of the room and towards his quarters, Vader still tried to block out the feelings that were coming through the force. He tried to focus on his breathing as he waited for the elevator to take him to his floor. He let out a low growl when he couldn't find solstice in it, the fabricated mechanical breathing out of sync with his own just enough to be annoying.

Briefly Vader reflected on his mechanical breathing as another way to distract himself. The mask wasn't necessary, at least not anymore. He'd been left to die on Mustafar by Obi-wan, and even though he'd dragged himself away from the rising lava to avoid being consumed, the volcanic ash and gases had wrecked havoc on his lungs.

For nearly two years afterwards he'd needed the purified air that the mask provided until his lungs could cope without. By that time he'd established the reputation and look of Darth Vader and the Emperor insisted it stay that way. Something about having a faceless villain and not wanting to risk the possibility of recognition. Over a decade later, he'd come to hate it as much as he hated his master, the one who had taken everything from him.

Vader was pulled out of his thoughts as he suddenly found himself leaning against the door to his quarters, weak at the knees with his stomach threatening to spill its contents. The feeling passed quickly, but the emotional pain from the boy was almost overwhelming.

Stumbling into his room, Vader sat down on his bed and tried to sort out the feelings he was getting from the boy. After a few seconds he stopped trying, the jumbled mess of emotional and physical pain being too tangled to be sorted. It was becoming painfully obvious that the boy was extremely powerful in the Force and just little training he'd had with it.

Through the Force Vader caught a glimpse of a charred body reaching towards him. A whispered croak came from the still alive body.

"Luke…" Vader briefly wondered if that was the boy's name, but quickly decided that he didn't care. For all he knew that was just another unfortunate soul who had the misfortune of being captured by Tusken Raiders. Although the boy's shock and denial seemed to suggest that he knew the other person.

A name came to him, Beru. Aunt Beru. Vader brushed the information off, not caring about who the woman was, he wasn't even sure why he cared about the boy. For a second he thought the boy was once again going to slip into unconsciousness, only to have pain flood through the Force as the boy was attacked. The Sith Lord smirked when he felt the boy try to shield himself. Good he's a fighter.

When the pain died away as the Raider grew frustrated with the boy's lack of verbal response, Vader actually did smile. This boy held great promise, not crying out despite the torture he was being forced through. The Sith frowned when he felt the boy's want for the black nothingness of unconsciousness.

Vader felt the boy's agony as he was forced to once again look at the charred body that lay near him. He sneered when the boy locked eyes with his aunt and his thoughts about her and her obvious regret. Her feeble apology bounced around in the boy's head

Darth Vader was blown away by the boy's protectiveness and fury he felt towards the Raiders as they tortured the woman. The boy struggled against his captor fiercely all for the sake of this women. The Sith Lord considered reaching out to the boy through the Force and coaxing him to use that anger as fuel for the force. However he didn't get the chance to before his connection to the boy was forcefully cut off as the boy was thrown into the abyss of unconsciousness.

Vader growled as he stood up from his bed, and started to pace around his room, considering his options. He knew he was going to rescue the boy. Why? He still wasn't sure, but he was still going to rescue him. After that he wasn't quite sure what to do. If the Emperor knew of the boy, he'd either order the boy to be killed, or take him as a new apprentice. After all, the boy was very strong in the force, even now with little to no training.

The idea of the Emperor even knowing about the boy, let alone laying his hands on him, didn't sit well with the Sith Lord. In second Vader had decided what he was going to do. He would rescue the boy and train him himself, the Emperor would never know of him until he wanted them to meet. Yes, he would use the boy to help him finally get rid of his master and free the galaxy of the man's treacherous rule. From there he would build an empire that would have met the standards of his wife.

Impatient to start rescue the boy and start his training, Vader checked the ship's arrival time. There was still a day and a half until they would reach Tatooine. Good, this would give him time to decide how to turn the boy to the dark side.


Obi-wan Kenobi, know now as Ben Kenobi, felt a shudder go through the Force. He immediately looked up from his dinner, trying to figure out what the Force was trying to tell him. Faintly he got a sensation of pain, followed by a wave of jumbled emotions.

Even if he only felt them faintly, the old Jedi could feel the untrained power behind it. He knew exactly who it was, and it filled his heart will dread. It could only have been Luke, which meant he was in trouble.

Immediately Obi-wan was on his feet, pulling on his old Jedi robes as he called his lightsaber out from underneath his bed with the Force. He hesitated at the door to his home, looking across the barren wastelands that lay before him.

It was approaching night time, the first of Tatooine's twin suns already starting to dip below the surface of the horizon. Even for a Jedi Master like himself, Tatooine was an unforgiving planet at night with numerous hazards.

The Jedi was faced with a hard decision, leave now and try and find Luke in the dark or wait until morning to start the search for the boy. Images from the crash the boy had been involved in a few years ago came to his mind, and made the choice infinitely easier.

Obi-wan stepped out of his house, closing the door behind him. Climbing into his speeder, he took off in the direction of the Lars homestead.


A/N: I wanted to thank all of the people who reviewed last time! I make it a habit to respond back to all reviews. Although, I'm curious I got six reviews on the story, but the website tells me I've gotten eight and when I try and click on the reviews it says that no reviews are found. Is it just my computer, or is it happening with you guys too? Either way, here's where I respond to reviews.

Knobrien21: Glad you like it, I'm planning on continuing.

Rez: It's nice knowing this story has an interesting idea behind it, I wouldn't want it to be a repeat of other stories. And I hope you liked what I did with this chapter.

Anna4Tobias: I updated! Hope you loved this chapter like you did the last one.

Star Lord: First off, I wanna say that I love your user name. And second, thank you for the long review! In response, I'm thrilled that you were so eager to continue reading. I'll try and update as much as I can, however I am starting school again next so I don't know what my writing time will look like, but I'm not planning on abandoning this story. I hinted a little bit about how Luke became mute in this chapter, and it will eventually all be explained. You're definitely on the right track of using the Force to communicate later on, but not quite yet. Although I am looking forward to when they do start to talk. After reading the chapter, you now know what happened to Beru. Hope you liked this chapter as much as the last one.

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I will update as soon as I can, no exact promises when I will, my free time is questionable with school starting next week, but I won't just abandon this story. Until the next update.