Author's Note: This was fun to write! Sorry for the wait, next story is coming soon! Enjoy!

Bail slowly walks out of the room, thinking about all that has happened in the last few days. The death of the Jedi, the raise of the Empire, the death of a friend; he thinks to himself. Fear, anger, and sadness taking over his emotions. He must remain strong, he says, while placing his hands together, slowly massaging them. As he continues down the hall, he gestures for Captain Antilles to follow, along with the droids.

"Captain," Bail says, in his political voice, though a hint of sadness in it, "I'm placing these two droids in your care." He says, pointing to R2D2 and C-3P0 behind him.

"Yes, Your Highness ." Captain Antilles replies, turning around, giving a slight grin to the two droids. Obviously they've had some damage done to them, inspecting the blast marks around their castings.

"Have the Protocol Droid's mind wiped, as well." Bail adds, starting to make a stride down to the nursery. He stops at the entrance, then starts to explain the situation to the caretaker droid, who looks a little like the legendary, or so the stories say, HK 47 Assassin Droid.

Sorry folks, my imagination went wild at this part. Gotta love dat HK47. :) He will only be in two chapters, don't worry.

"Hello Metabag." Hk47 says, with a calm, soothing sound, unlike what Bail would've thought an assassin droid would sound like.

"Um, hello." Bail replies, obviously in shock at the droid's behavior. He slowly looks down, handing over a Data Pad. "I'm here to pick up little Luke Skywalker."

"Yes." Hk47 nods, slowly entering the name into the database. "Mother's name?" The droid asks, still attempting to find the file. "It seems the file has been deleted." He says, looking up at Bail.

"Yes...Yes." Bail nods, quickly. Excitement filling his body, finally being able to have the son that he, and his wife, have dreamed about. "Master Yoda and I deleted them, as a safety prediction. Also, the mother's name is Padme."

"Yes." HK nods, standing up, leading Bail to the nursery. "I remember /her/, big meatbag. How can you live with all that water?" He asks, stopping at the twin's cradle.

"Um." Bail says, obviously confused at the Droid's question. He gives shrug, slowly picks up Luke, and holds him in his arms, rocking him around. "Thank you." Bail slowly walks out of the room, rocking little Luke around in his arms. He nods as the blast doors open, leading Bail out to the hospital hallway, droids, aliens, and people running about. Suddenly, Polis Massa starts to shake, and the sounds of alerts start to fill the air. He thinks quick, suddenly his mind fills with fear. Grabbing Luke, Bail runs to the hanger, then looks around for the Tantive IV. He spots it, then moves to the left, watching as debris from the ceiling fall to the group. He gets knocked around, as he runs to his ship, by the hundreds of people attempting to get to their ship. "Damn then." He mutters, holding onto Luke. They run up the lift, then, to their surprise, Captain Antilles, and twenty other guards, stand there, guns drawn.

"Get to safety, Your Highness! Imperials!" Captain Antilles says, fear in his voice, running over, locking the blast doors as Luke and Bail run inside.

"Vader." Bail mutters, taking Luke Bail's bedroom, and plops the two onto it. He slowly lays Luke down, removing the pillow. He opens the view screen, and looks outside. He sees five Star Destroyers circle the planet above, firing down at the medical center, and targeting ships as they leave. Suddenly, the view is gone, and replaced with the view of Hyperspace.

To be continued! Next story's Obi-Wan's adventure in this event. As it will be for the future, most times, move between Bail and Obi-Wan.