The Alternate
Written by: Adventure-Seeking-Juliet
Disclaimer: If I am writing an AU fic...then why would I own it? I would have made it like this in the first place...Just a thought...:)
A/N This is chapter 1( holpfully you all could tell that.) I was very excited by how many people added this to their Alerts and Favorites lists! Thanks to all who did, and a special thanks to ilovenat1995, and sodorland for reviewing! I hope to get some more reviews this time( hint hint...PLEASE REVIEW!!) I hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter 1: Oddball
Luke Skywalker was different than the other kids who lived in or around the small Tatooine settlements and space ports.
Luke lived on the Lars moisture farm near both Mos Eisly, and Anchorhead, with his Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen.
It was a commonly known fact that the Lars weren't exactly rich, infact Luke Skywalker grew up in a type of poverty.
Despite this fact Luke was known for his many "peculiar gifts" which caused the meaner characters who heard of him to take to calling him "the weird one" when he wasn't in ear shot.
One of thses strange occurances that made Luke appear different was his piloting skill.
From the time Luke was five years old he was obbsessively fascinated with ships, speeders, models, and anything else he could get his hands on that had anything to do with flying. His best friend, Biggs Darklighter noticed this all too much, and bought Luke a T-14 speeder for his seventh birthday.
Luke, and the other kids from the area raced every weekend in Beggar's Canyon( much to Owen's dismay.)
Luke always won, and although he didn't know it even his Aunt noticed this simularity Luke shared with his father with a bit unease.
On top of this skill, Luke shared another simularity with his father; he had a knack for fixing things, mostly mechanical objects. It seemed he could fix anything on the farm which both caused his family happiness, and distrubed them.
The ability that seperated Luke from other kids more then anything was the way he could almost read thoughts at times, and when he answered the door, or the holopone before the person knocked or the holophone rang.
His Uncle, Owen Lars took on a grudging nature due to these aptitudes.
He grew angry with Luke and would always say things along the lines of, Luke is too much like his father. Of Course Luke found nothing wrong with that at all.
This day was different though. It was the day after his awful nightmare about his gaurdians deaths...
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The young boy with sandy blonde hair, and vivid blue eyes that anyone would recognize as Luke Skywalker stood next to a tall, lanky dark haired boy several years older then himself, Luke's best friend Biggs Darklighter.
Biggs was talking to Luke animatedly.
"So, Luke wanna go racing in our T-14's later?" Biggs asked holpfully.
Luke started to reply, but a large boy of about the age of thirteen or so cut in.
"Yeah, little Skywalker wanna race me in Beggar's Canyon?" he sneered.
Luke, and Biggs snorted.
"Luke would smoke you, Darkmoon," Biggs laughed.
"Yeah, like I have the past... ten times, is it now?" Luke taunted the bully.
Darkmoon was mad now.
"Well you might be a better pilot then me, but at least I don't cry for my mommy and daddy at night! Infact, you don't even have a mom and dad do ya? You're just a poor, little orphan," Darkmoon smriked.
"Shut up, Darkmoon!" Luke yelled angrily, all the while Luke glared intently at Darkmoon, his bright blue orbs penetrating the older boy like ice daggers.
By now the entire playground seemed to be crackling with the tension in the air, and everyone had backed away from the two boys, expecting a fight.
"Aren't ya gonna' run home to your mommy and daddy, Skywalker? Oh wait," Darkmoon cackled," you don't have any do ya?"
Luke looked like he wanted to kill the bigger boy, but was distracted from his anger by a rattling from behind Darkmoon.
The small crowd watched in awe as a large peice of playground material, as big as an adult human's head seemd to float in midair until...
WHAM! It hit Darkmoon right in the back of his ego inflated head.
Darkmoon yelled out in pain, and both the younger and older kids re-coiled in terror.
Luke gave only an astounded gasp of," Whoa."
"I'll get you for this, Skywalker," Starken Darkmoon called to the younger boy in fury, but Biggs was already pulling his best friend away from the cursing Darkmoon.
They ran away from the playground, and didn't stop until they were halfway to the Lars farm.
"L..Luke," Biggs panted," did you do that?"
"I...I don't," Luke mumbled, brushing at his watery eyes.
"Tell me the truth," Biggs pleaded.
"I," Luke whispered," I'm not sure how, but I did do that."
They were both silent until Biggs chuckled," You are definitely an oddball, Skywalker."
~ON THE STAR DESTROYER, THE DEVASTATOR~
Vader awoke from yet another dream about the Force-sensitive boy, Luke.
He was dreaming of the boy more and more often now, and he had finally realized something that he despised himself for accepting, the would-be pilot, strong headed, dreamer, Force-sensitive boy was his son.
His son.
A/N The next chapter is when the plot sets into REVIEW! Yes, and please please please if anyone would like to beta read this, contact me!