Summery: Anakin has waited for six months and now the time as come to stop the Death Star. The lesson in hubris still continues with a terrible cost. Second in the 'Hubris' Series.

Note: I'm hitting the wall right now folks, so hopefully I'll be able to get a plain DVD of 'ANH' soon.

'Force speak '

*Thoughts*

Disclaimer : Don't own it or make money for this. I write for fun.

Chosen's Chance:

Chapter 2 : The padawan and the Chosen's Light

Luke's POV:

I lowered the binoxs from my eyes after the explosions had stopped. And tried to let my frustration fade into the Force. Father had bought as much time as he could for us, and it would have to be enough. Aunt Snips I'm going to go find those droids, first thing tomorrow. I'll bet the jawas took them. There was a pause and then Ashoka answered me. Okay Lukey. Master Kenobi is already heading to Mos Esliy to see if he can contact Viceroy Organa. I want you to stay at the farm tonight. Things are going to start happening quick now. And with what happened in orbit, the emperor may be looking this way.

I shuddered. The last thing I wanted was to attract the emperor's attention. True I'd been training almost constantly with Ashoka and Ben all the time I'd been back, but I knew I needed more. I could see the difference every time I measured my 'style' to Aunt Snips or even Ben.

Compared to them, I was a nerfling and felt it. I headed back down into the compound to see my Aunt Beru baking. And heard my stomach growl.

"Owen was saying that we need a couple of new droids to finish repairing the ridge setting, " she told me. I cringed at the thought. "Please Aunt Beru, ask him to wait a few days," I pleaded. "He won't be happy about loosing productivity right now, Luke," she said with a frown. Then she looked at my face. "There's something going on, isn't there," she asked. It was more of a statement then a question. She sighed and turned back to the oven.

Uncle Owen came in from the garage a few minutes later. "Well, the jawas will be coming tomorrow on their monthly rounds. We should be able to find some kind of scrap to get that ridge going again" he said then looked over at me. "I've seen that look before Luke and it means nothing but trouble. What is it now?" I was hoping my uncle wouldn't be too difficult about all this. Ever since my father had brought me home, I'd been dividing my time between the farm and my training. Uncle had been so glad to have me back at first that he didn't seem to mind. Things were slowly going back to the way they had been before the 'incident' though.

In fact, he had told both Ashoka and Ben last week that I had to put my work first and not play around with 'foolish Jedi nonsense that was nothing but grief'. I didn't think he would like what was about to happen.

"I'm not going to be here after tomorrow morning Uncle," I said with my head down. I expected him to yell at me, but instead he got up and put his hand on my shoulder. "It's time then, eh Luke? You're going to be needed to stop the Empire," I looked up at him flabbergasted.

"Oh don't be surprised. After all that happened six months ago, Anakin practically rammed this down my throat. I knew it was going to come to this, I just didn't want to face it. You've been a good boy for your Aunt and myself. Now it's time for you to help your father. Whether I like it or not. I was just trying to hold this off of you a little longer." I didn't know what to say and just nodded. He quickly switched topics and I waited till he'd dismissed me. I had to pack up so as to be ready for tomorrow. Before I left the kitchen though, he grabbed me in a wookiee hug. "Stay safe son, and don't forget us."

The next morning Aunt Snips showed up just as the jawa carrier did. When I saw the two droids that had the Death Star plans, my heart sank. The troopers would trace those two back here and my aunt and uncle would be in danger. Ashoka smiled at me though and said. "Relax Lukey. We know those are the two we need and we can send Beru and Owen away till things die down. In fact, we can make it look like Tuskens raided the farm after the jawas left. Then your aunt and uncle can come back after things have calmed down." "You are so sneaky Aunt Snips,"I said happily, relieved at the thought.

"With your father as my master, I kinda had to be," she griped. She looked back over at the droid collection and gasped. Then nearly doubled over laughing. "Talk about taking 'there is no such thing as coincidence' to the extreme! " She managed to choke out. "Only with you Skywalkers, I swear!" I was utterly baffled. She waved a hand at the golden protocol droid as my uncle spoke to it. "That's 3PO. Your father built that droid." She turned to the Artoo unit that was raising such a ruckus as 3PO stepped out of line. "And where 3PO is, Artooie is usually right behind." I wondered how we were going to get the little droid out, seeing as my uncle had already picked another one. I didn't have to worry though, for the red droid had barely moved forward before it started to blow parts. Uncle Owen saw it as soon as I did.

"What kind of junk are you trying to pass off on us," he yelled down at the head jawa. I felt a tap on my shoulder. "If I may say so sir, that Artoo unit over there is in prime condition," 3PO said. *What an opening! I couldn't be less obvious about this if I tried!*I thought with a mental smile. "Uncle Owen, what about switching for that one?" I called. He nodded to me and soon the Artoo unit came over to us, beeping and whistling. As 3PO spoke to the little guy, I looked back at Aunt Snips, who was still trying to get a hold of herself. She had stayed in the shadows so that the jawas wouldn't see her.

"Just like old times. Artooie was always a bit of a maverick as far as droids are concerned. And he's always been loyal." she told me. "Will they recognize you?" I asked. "Don't know. I think they probably wiped 3PO's memory but I doubt Artooie would have stood for it," she said thoughtfully. "I'll tell Owen that he has to get Beru and scram. After we're done playing Sand People on a rampage, we'll take these two to Ben." She slipped away and I turned to the two droids. "C'mon let's go get you two cleaned up." I said as we went to the garage.

It was only a little later when I was cleaning the top of Artoo's dome that I heard the speeder take off. I felt Aunt Snips come down into the shadows by the door as I noticed something stuck at a joint in the metal. Without even thinking twice I jammed it loose, or so I thought. And landed on my backside as a holo formed in front of Artoo. It was of a young woman and I didn't need anyone to tell me this was Leia, my twin. "Help me Obi-wan Kenobi. You're my only hope!' her voice echoed round. I looked over at Ashoka but felt rather then saw her shake her head.

Looks like we're in for it all right. Well let's see who remembers what, she sent. "Looks like somebody forgot to let Master Kenobi know that he's got a message, " she added out loud. Artoo let out a terrified squeal and back up so hard he bounced off the wall. It must have jarred a connection because my sister's holo fizzed and died. "Artoo-Detoo what in the name of the maker has gotten into you?" 3PO said from where he was in the oil bath. Before Aunt Snips or I could say anything Artoo spat and beeped frantically back at him. "Oh dear. I'm afraid all the heat and sand may have completely scrambled his circuits. He says that this must be some trick or a trap of some kind, and warns that he will complete his mission." 3PO paused and then glared at his companion. "There you go again with your 'mission'."

"You think that I might be working for Vader, right Artooie?" Aunt Snips said softly. I could feel her hurt at the droid's rejection. "Pha-at beep beep whee-at unerhat!" Artoo spat at her. "He says that you disappeared before the Clone Wars ended. The only thing that makes sense is that Vader finally found you and you joined him." 3PO translated. Then he gave another glare at Artoo. "Clone Wars! Artoo we didn't even exist back then. We've been serving inboard the Tantive 4 since my first memory."

Poor 3PO, it looked like Ashoka was right. I looked at Aunt Snips and asked," May I, Aunt Snips?" Ashoka nodded and said, "Watch it though Sky Jr. Artooie can and has given Sky-Guy a hard time when he wanted too. I'll be 'trashing the place' if you need me." One thing I liked about working with Ashoka. She was a firm believer in the idea of 'standing on your own unless you absolutely couldn't do anymore'. I looked over at Artoo as he blew a raspberry after Aunt Snips. "Now that's hardly called for. Aunt Snips didn't mean to startle you, little guy. She like making dramatic entrances. I think she picked it up from my father." I said thought fully.

"Anyways we'll be taking you to see Ben as soon as Aunt Snips and I finish re-decorating around here." I got up only to find Artoo in front of me. "Beep-pahatBeep beep whistle pahat." "He asks sir, if you know General Kenobi then and if you are going to hand him over to Vader," 3PO translated, then said almost angrily (as far as a droid could be.) "What utter nonsense is this! Artoo, I'm certain that Lord Vader is quite far away from here. You incompetent bucket of loose wires!"

"Yes I know Master Kenobi,"I told Artoo with a smile. "As for Vader, there is nothing to worry about him for. He doesn't dare come near me. My father won't let him."