Two and a half years later…
Seven-year-old Callie sighed as the looked at the almost complete droid. This close to finish building her very own astro droid, and she was missing a part. The part in question was a battery charge so the droid could have emergency energy incase of a malfunction. She didn't know where to get one, since the Jawas rarely came up this far into the mountains, and she doubted Luke or Biggs' families would be able to spare parts. The only other option was to go into one of the nearby towns, but she knew that she wasn't allowed to go near them, mostly since there were thieves and criminals; at least that's what Obi-Wan told her.
"Callie, weren't you supposed to meet your friends today?"
"Oh man, I forgot!" Callie then put the sheet over the droid, slipped on her sandals, and ran out of her room, "Thanks for reminding me, master."
Obi-Wan chuckled as they walked out the door, "Just remember to meet me at the meeting point before it gets too dark. The Sand People have been getting restless since the Imperials have begun to walk around the area. Also, don't tell anyone – not even your friends – that you are a Jedi."
"Ok master," Callie rolled her eyes. He had told her the same things over and over since she had begun to play with Luke and Biggs when she was five. When they were close enough, she waved, and ran off to the moister farm. Luke's uncle had never liked Obi-Wan, and had nearly told Callie to never come back during the first couple of weeks she had become friends with the boys. But his aunt made him change his mind over time. However, both Luke and Callie had asked all three adults why, but they would never answer.
"Hey Cal." Biggs said when they saw her. The two had almost always called her 'Cal'.
"Biggs, Luke." She greeted them.
"Why are you sad?" Luke asked, tilting his head. He somehow always knew if someone was sad, angry, or unhappy.
"I've been working on a droid for a while, but I'm missing a part. I wouldn't worry about it though; the Jawas usually come next week, they may have the part." The last sentence she said quickly once she saw Luke and Biggs' faces. "Anyway, what are we going to do today?" She asked.
"Well," Biggs spoke up as they walked into Luke's room, "I got this cool holo from an old machine part shop owner when my dad and I were in Mos Eisley. Apparently, he used to own a slave kid, and the kid won a Podrace when he was nine years old, and he won his freedom too." He said with awe.
"Are you sure it isn't some lowlife trying to rip you off of your credits?" Luke asked, obviously thinking that it was a scam that his uncle told him to watch out for.
"No, it's true. This holo holds all of the Podraces going back to before the Clone Wars." He turned it on, and scrolled through the screens, until he found the information, "listen to this."
The older boy began to read the holo, and the information didn't really impress Luke – until he heard a name. "…And the first human child that has ever been able to win a Mos Eisley race, is nine year old Anakin Skywalker, who-"
"Wait! Isn't that your last name, Luke?" Cal asked as both her and Luke jolted up from lying on the ground.
"Yeah. I wonder if this Anakin Skywalker is my father, or a relative of mine. Does it say where he lives now?"
"No, it says he left the planet as a soon after with a group his pod was representing and never came back. It did say, however, he 'went on to do great things'. Hmmm, what do you guys think that means?" Biggs asked.
"I don't know; but the name Anakin does sound familiar. I just can't place my finger on it." Callie said. Anakin. Just where had she heard that name?
"Kids, it's time for lunch."
"Coming Aunt Beru! We had better get going, we'll read more after." Luke said helping Callie up.
"Hey, I'm the one who's reading." Biggs said as they walked into the kitchen.
~SW~
As they walked back into Luke's room, Biggs face lit up. "I have an idea! Why don't we build our own racer?"
"There are a few things wrong with that: Where would we race it? How would we be able to race without our parents or guardians finding out? How would we build it? And who could we race?" Callie asked.
"Easy; we could use the spare parts we all have, and race in Beggar's Canyon. Also, we could race that gang in Anchorhead. Not to mention, I could keep it in my garage since my folks are used to me building things like that."
"But Biggs, we aren't aloud to go into Anchorhead." Luke said.
"Not yet. Cal's birthday is three days after tomorrow, yours is in a month, and my parents said I can go into the nearby towns – Anchorhead being one of them – when by birthday passes in three months."
"I still have a bad feeling about this. Do you even know how to build any machine becides water vaporaters, small droids, or toys?" Callie asked trying to talk her friend out of it.
"Kinda, but you and Luke know your way around this area. You, Cal, could build it with Luke as your helper, and both Luke and I could pilot it. It's perfect!"
"I still don't know. It still doesn't seem safe. I say we should vote."
"There are three of us, so two out of three wins. All in favor of building a racer?" As Biggs said that, both he and Luke raised their hands.
"Not you too." Callie thought Luke would be with her on this.
"Sorry, Cal, but it does sound fun. And both Biggs and I want to become pilots when we're older, so this'll be great practice." Luke explained shyly.
"Yeah, well, I'm not going with you two on this adventure. It's getting late; I had better get home." She said as she walked out of Luke's room. Once she got to the door to the farm house, she ran to the meeting place her and Obi-Wan had picked. When she saw he wasn't there, she decided to just run home.
~SW~
"I guess she really is against this plan. The suns aren't even setting." Luke said as Biggs nodded his head sadly.
Did they just loose one of their friends?
