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Chapter Two

Luke entered Mos Eisley warily. He'd never been here himself, before, but he'd heard stories from his friend Biggs… and none of them were good. The people in the streets were the dubious sort that you'd usually see lurking in the shadows of an ill-reputed cantina.

Luke shuddered and looked over his shoulder. Old Ben was still with him, ambling along behind him. He appeared lost in thought.

Still, Luke was glad to have someone with him. Even if Ben was old, at least he wasn't alone. Luke was carrying a lot of money, and was sure to be a magnet for all kinds of scum. It didn't help that he had the whole innocent-farmboy look going on, either.

"Ben? Why were you heading to Mos Eisley?" Luke suddenly asked.

"I was heading here to stock up my cupboards."

Luke doubted that. "Then why didn't you just go to one of the smaller… less disruptive towns?"

"I find that the people here are more…interesting to watch."

Something in Ben's voice suggested that they weren't a very good sort of interesting. Still, even if his excuse was true, it was still an odd coincidence that he and Luke had ended up running into each other. It was a big desert, after all. Luke decided not to press the subject, in the end. He had the feeling that he could trust old Ben, even if he was kind of odd. After all, he'd known Luke's family.

"Could you come with me to the mechanic store?" he asked Ben hopefully. "It's my first time in Mos Eisley, and I'm not really sure… I mean, I don't—"

"Of course I'll come with you." Ben reassured him. "Mos Eisley can be a bit overwhelming at first. You know where the shop is?"

Luke nodded. "My uncle showed me the layout a few weeks ago, just in case something like this happened. He thought he would come with me the first time but," he shrugged, "I guess he was too busy."

It was about at that time that Luke realized they were being followed. A sickly looking Rodian with a twitching eye was close on their trail. Even Luke could tell he was up to no good—it looked like the creature had overdosed on spice, and then washed it down with about a gallon of whiskey.

Luke tried not to look at him, hoping it was only a by chance that it was following them. As the Rodian continually got closer, however, he became more uneasy. He was just about to mention something to Ben when the older man turned and looked the Rodian straight in the eye.

"You do not want to rob us."

The Rodian blinked. "I… do not want to rob you."

"You want to go to a medic and get help for your addiction."

"I want to go to a medic and get help for my addiction." With that, the creature turned and scurried off. Ben turned back and kept walking, a small smile now on his face. Luke stared in awe after him, and then ran to catch up.

"How… how did you do that? That was amazing!" He exclaimed.

"It's called Force Suggestion. I used the Force to bend his mind slightly, offering an alternative idea to the one he already had."

"Wow… could my father do that?" Luke inquired curiously.

"Yes, any force sensitive has at least some ability to do it. You could do it, if you were taught how."

Luke's eyes went wide. "I could do something like that? Does that mean I have this… Force thing you keep talking about?"

"Indeed. You inherited it from your father. There are many things you are capable of that you don't know, Luke. Very many."

Luke was silent for a little while after that, thinking. "Why didn't Uncle Owen tell me about any of this?" He questioned at last.

"Your uncle… does not approve of this. He was never really comfortable with the Jedi ways, and after your father's…death, he turned against them completely. He thinks that it would be too dangerous for you to follow in your father's footsteps, and that you're safer with him at the farm. He's right, of course. Ah, here we are."

Luke looked up. They had reached the mechanic shop. "Thanks, Ben, I appreciate you coming with me. This should only take a second—then we can get your food." He started towards the door, and then stopped when he saw that the other man wasn't following. "Ben? Are you coming?"

Old Ben looked distant again, but this time there was a frown etched onto his face. "Of course, of course… you go on in. I'll be there in just a moment…"

Luke opened his mouth to protest, but the older man had already started off. He sighed, and then trudged into the mechanic shop.

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Emperor Vader paused halfway down the street he was on, frowning. There was something wrong—he could feel it. The Force was tingling, as if …as if another force-sensitive were close. But that couldn't be right, he'd had them all eliminated. All except…

Vader stopped breathing for a second. His old master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. It had to be… he'd searched everywhere for the man, but hadn't thought he was stupid enough to return to Vader's own planet of birth! He glanced around the street, trying to find where the disturbance was coming from. Undoubtedly Kenobi had also sensed his presence by now, and would try to run.

Well, he wouldn't get away this time. Vader would make sure of that.

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"Listen, buddy, I'm only short one or two coins, couldn't you cut me a break?" Luke watched the grungy-looking man with interest as he attempted to haggle with the shop-keeper. He was out of luck, though, Luke noted…the keeper was a Toydarian.

"Either you have thee money or you don'ta." The shop manager replied in a hoarse, irritated voice. "No money…no upgrades."

"But you're the only guy in town that still sells this stuff…If my best buddy were here with me, you'd rethink this."

Probably not, Luke reflected amusedly, Even if his friend were a Gamorrean, the only thing that got through to Toydarians was money.

"No, I would nota. Get outta my shopa."

The man scowled, ran a hand through his hair, then turned to walk out. "Hey, wait," Luke stopped him before he could exit. "How much do you need?"

There was a pause as the scruffy man just stared at him as if Luke had just cut his own arm off with a chainsaw. Then, slowly, he replied, "Only two truguts, but—" The man stopped as Luke fished around in his purse and withdrew the correct sum.

After all, Luke reasoned, he had some extra money, and Uncle Owen probably wouldn't even notice. Besides, it looked like the guy really needed it, and the amount wasn't really that much.

"Hey… thanks, kid." The man carefully took the coins and looked at him for a moment. "You from around here?" He asked curiously.

"Well… not right around here. I live on a moisture farm somewhere that way." Luke waved a hand in the general direction of his home.

"Hnh. I can tell. Listen kid, just as a bit of advice for the future, don't go handing out money like it's everybody's birthday. It'll raise too much attention, and soon you'll be outta money. But still, thanks." The man held out his hand. "Han Solo."

Luke took it, "Luke Skywalker."

Han nodded at him, then turned went back to the Toydarian to pay for the upgrades he needed. Luke looked around for Ben, but the older man still wasn't back yet. Luke frowned, wondering what could be keeping him.

When Han got his upgrades and left the shop, Luke stepped up to buy the parts for Uncle Owen's droid.

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Lord Vader entered the mechanic shop, keeping to the shadows. At the moment, there was a young man paying for some droid parts at the front of the small room (if you could call it that.) There was no sign of his old master, and yet… Vader could sense his proximity. Kenobi was here, he was sure. The Emperor smiled. He would wait until the boy was done paying, and then he would purchase the needed parts for his ship. After that… he would have his revenge.

As the boy examined his purchases for potential problems, Vader examined the shopkeeper. It was a Toydarian, that he noticed right away. It wasn't the one he remembered from his youth on Tatooine, but this particular shopkeeper looked as though it might be a relative.

He cut off that track of thinking as the young man took the parts and handed over the money, hurrying over to the door. Vader watched with interest as he called out a name that sounded vaguely like "Ben!"

Vader stepped from the shadows as the boy reached the door. He started over to the shopkeeper when suddenly the Toydarian shouted, "SKYWALKER!"

The Emperor froze. First shock, and then anger coursed through him. How did this creature know his former name? And how dare he use it in public? Vader clenched his fists and took another step towards the shopkeeper. He was about to interrogate the Toydarian (or perhaps just force-choke him) when the boy who'd just finished purchasing items poked his head back in the shop.

"Yes sir? Is there something wrong?"

The Toydarian fluttered past the slightly confused figure that had just stepped forward and irritably held out his hand to the boy. "You didn't pay the full amounta, you were one trugut shorta."

The boy's eyes widened. "Oh! Sorry, I must have miscounted." He gave the shopkeeper a sheepish grin and pulled out another coin.

"Make sure it does not happen againa, Skywalker."

The boy nodded, and the Toydarian flapped away. That was the first time Vader got a full look at the boy. He was suddenly hit with two relavations.

The first was that the boy was force sensitive—powerfully so.

The second was…

He stared at the boy for a moment before the young man frowned curiously at him, and then turned and trotted out the door. Slowly, Vader turned back to the shopkeeper, his thoughts still on the boy.

'He had my eyes…'

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Hilary