Author's Note: Chapter six. Before anyone asks, Firmus missed the message from Leia, so all he knows is that Obi-Wan received a distress call from someone in the Rebellion.

Mos Eisley was full activity as usual. Firmus eyed the stormtroopers all around. A group stopped them and asked about Threepio and Artoo. Immediately, he was on guard. Why did Imperial Stormtroopers care about droids?

"Let me see your identification," the leader said to Luke.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak, but Firmus cut him off.

"You don't need to see his identification."

The aged Master allowed himself a small smile as the troopers fell subject to the mind trick. He and Firmus still thought along many of the same lines, it seemed. They moved on without any trouble, and once out of earshot of the troopers, Obi-Wan began to laugh. Luke shot him a startled look, but he couldn't help it.

"Ben, are you all right? What's so funny?"

"That was aboslutely a Qui-Gon move," Obi-Wan said as he pulled himself together.

Firmus smirked at him.

"A 'Qui-Gon' move? You were about to do it."

"So what if I was? He was, after all, my teacher."

"Why can't we just take your ship, Uncle Firmus?" Luke asked, interrupting their playful yet half-serious bickering.

An embarrassed look crossed his uncle's face.

"Because I don't have one anymore. It blew up, or rather it got blown up. I had to pay someone a lot of money to get back here."

Obi-Wan gave a weary sigh.

"Like you've never had a ship blow up."

"I was fighting a war when it happened to me."

Luke's groan was ignored.

"There's a war going on right now, Ben," Firmus said, careful to use Obi-Wan's alias just in case someone overheard them and recognized his name.

"True, but you're not fighting in it."

"No, but I keep getting caught in it every time I leave."

Artoo whistled loudly.

"Thank you, Artoo. Can we just find someone to take us to Alderaan. While it's usually funny watching you two, now's not the time."

Firmus and Obi-Wan exchanged looks, and Obi-Wan gave Luke a light swat on the head.

"Mind your elders, Luke," he said half-teasing, getting out of the speeder.

A grumbling Luke got out as well.

In the cantina, Firmus sat between Luke and Obi-Wan, a drink in hand. He tuned in to Obi-Wan conversation with the Wookie who had approached him. It seemed the Wookie, Chewbacca, had fought alongside Jedi and had personally known Master Yoda. At the mention of his second teacher, Firmus smiled a little.

"You'll be dead!" snapped an unfamiliar voice.

Firmus whirled, reaching for his blaster, his eyes finding the stranger who had just threatened Luke. Obi-Wan's hand grabbed his wrist while his other hand rested protectively on Luke's shoulder.

"This little one's not worth the effort. Let me buy you a drink."

The man flung Luke into a table and drew his blaster. Obi-Wan, however, was quicker, and his lightsaber made short work of both the blaster and his arm. Firmus sat tensely as Obi-Wan glanced around the cantina. Everyone, however, either feared or respected Jedi still, so they all went right back to what they had been doing.

Firmus rose and helped Luke up as Obi-Wan turned back to the Wookie.

"Chewbacca is first mate on a ship that might suit our needs," Obi-Wan said.

They followed Chewbacca over to a table, and a human a few years younger than Firmus sat next to Chewbacca.

"Han Solo. I'm captain of the Millennium Falcon. Chewie tells me you're looking for passage to the Alderaan System."

"That's correct, if it's a fast ship."

Han stared at Obi-Wan for a moment in disblief.

"Fast ship? You never heard of the Millennium Falcon?"

"Should I have?"

Firmus just watched, content to let his mentor handle things.

"She's fast enough for you, old man. What's the cargo?"

"Passangers. The three of us, two droids, and no questions asked."

Han smirked at the Jedi.

"You in some kind of trouble?"

"Lets just say we'd like to avoid an Imperial entanglements."

Firmus nearly snorted. That was an understatement.

"Well then it'll cost you extra. Ten thousand, all in advance."

Luke gawked, while Obi-Wan and his uncle didn't bat an eye.

"Ten thousand? We could almost buy our own ship for that?"

"Who's gonna fly it, kid? You?"

"My uncle. He-"

Firmus punched him in the arm.

"Ow!"

"Sh! Let Ben handle this, Luke."

"But-"

Firmus kicked him in the ankle.

"I said be quiet."

Glaring, Luke stopped talking and pointedly ignored his uncle, who rolled his eyes at being given the silent treatment.

"We can give you two thousand now plus fifteen when we reach Alderaan," Obi-Wan said.

Han stared at him for a moment.

"Seventeen huh? You boys got yourself a ship. We'll leave as soon as you're ready. Docking bay ninety-four."

"Ninety-four," Obi-Wan repeated with a nod.

They followed the older man back out of the cantina, and while Obi-Wan and Luke went to sell the speeder, Firmus began searching for Artoo and Threepio, who had wandered off. They reunited on the way to the docking bay, where Luke summed up their thoughts on the Millennium Falcon.

"What a piece of junk!"

"She may not be the prettiest thing out there, kid, but she's got it where it counts," Han said.

As they were boarding, a group of troopers arrived and opened fire. It was close shave escaping them and the ships orbiting the planet, but at least they were safely away in hyperspace.

End Note: And they're off for Alderaan. Please Review.