Author's Note: Here's chapter one. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. Star Wars is owned by George Lucas. All own are the plot, Cora Braveheart, and the Weary Traveler's Inn.

Chapter One

Alderaan

Ferus Olin groaned. The sun beat down mercilessly as he planted the Alderaanian grasses. He could use telekinesis to make this happen a lot faster, but the last thing he wanted was to attract the attention of the other gardeners.

Laying low was part of the job description. He lived on Alderaan under a false identity, working as a gardener. He discreetly kept an eye on Leia Organa. Ferus only hoped that the Emperor or worse, Darth Vader, never discovered that there was more to Leia than met the eye.

Daughter of Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala, she was defiantly Force-sensitive, but hopefully, not Force-sensitive enough to attract unwanted attention from the Empire. From his observations, Ferus could tell that she had inherited her father's temper.

"I just hope she's learned humility," he thought. "Or she'll become a danger to herself and others."

"Fess!" one of the gardeners tapped on his shoulder.

"Not to self," Ferus thought. "Don't get caught up in your thoughts."

"Yes," he answered.

"Shift's over," the man grunted.

Ferus stood up, brushing the dirt off his tan colored trousers. He was almost relieved his shift was over. Now he could head back to his small home, and rest his weary bones.

"You ok Fess?" the other gardener asked, concerned. "You seemed out of it."

"No. I'm fine." Ferus ignored the other gardener. In the past year, he had fallen into a routine. Work, keep an eye on Leia, and meditate. As he walked down the streets, he wondered why he felt empty.

"It's like there's something missing," he thought. He cleared his head. There was nothing missing in his life. He was doing his duty, by watching over the new hope. What more could he want?

Ferus was so absentminded that he did not notice the girl, until he ran into her. The hard knock kicked him back to reality. "Sorry," he apologized. "I wasn't paying attention."

"S'ok," the girl replied. "I wasn't paying attention myself. My name's Cora."

"I'm Fess."

"Are you a native?"

"No why?" Ferus could not get what the motive of her question was.

"Well. I'm kind of lost," Cora admitted sheepishly.

"Oh," Ferus thought. Now he understood. "I'm not a native. But, I do know my way around."

"I'm staying at the Weary Traveler's Inn. It's near the spaceport, I think."

Ferus nodded. "I know where that is." He took the lead, moving his way through the small crowds of people who were on their way home from work. Cora easily kept pace. In fact, he suspected she could easily out run him.

"Then again, I'm a little out of shape," he thought. "Maybe I should get more exercise."

Before long, the pair arrived at their destination. The motel was simple, but seemed well kept. "Not bad," Ferus thought. "Not bad at all."

"Thanks for helping me. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't run into you." Cora seemed really grateful.

"It was nothing," Ferus replied. "People around here are pretty friendly. You could have easily found someone else to help you."

"I hope I see you again Fess," Cora spoke, before shaking his hand. "It was nice to meet you." She walked up the ramp to the door, waving once, before entering the motel.

"It was nice to meet you too," Ferus murmured. He walked back to his home with a lot on his mind.

Author's Note: Does there friendship seem unreal? It will get better, over the course of the story. Please read and review.