"Luke!" Ben called sharply. He tossed him a silver cylinder, praying the Force would guide the boy.
"Uncle Owen!" Luke cried, looking towards his uncle as the man dove for a blaster Luke knew to be hidden under the kitchen table. Luke dove for the second one, under the kitchen cabinet, and threw it to his aunt.
"We meet again, Master," the dark specter, who Luke recognized from the holonet as Darth Vader, growled at Ben.
"Vader," Ben acknowledged the man.
"Take them," Vader ordered the stormtroopers, who immediately moved to restrain everyone in the house. Quickly, they were moved outside the house and forced to kneel. "I never took you to be the type to shelter Force-sensitives, Lars," Vader growled at Owen.
"My son," Owen told the cyborg, "found the girl when her ship crashed. Please, Vader, we didn't know," he pleaded.
At that moment, Obi-Wan leapt upwards, summoning his lightsaber to him. The other stormtroopers, shocked, failed to keep their grip on their own captives. Jumping up, both twins quickly summoned the blasters of two stormtroopers. Luke tossed his to his uncle before summoning another, fear desperation lending both young force-sensitives power, despite their lack of formal training. The battle began in earnest, and Luke watched in horror as his aunt fell to the ground, unmoving.
"Beru!" Owen roared, moving towards his fallen wife. He'd almost made it, when a blaster bolt caught him in the shoulder and he fell as well. Looking up, he met his nephew's terrified gaze. "Run, Luke! Go!" A single blaster bolt to his head silenced him forever.
"Come on!" Leia cried, grabbing his arm and pulling him away.
Luke glanced back to see Ben Kenobi—Obi-Wan—whoever he was—engaged in a fierce lightsaber battle with Vader. The stormtroopers seemed divided between watching the battle and firing at the twins. Making his decision, Luke tore off beside his sister.