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"Luke? Padmé? Luke? Padmé? Luke? Padmé?" Owen yelled they next morning.

Inside the house…

"Have you seen Luke or Padmé this morning?' Owen asked Beru.

"They said they had some things to do before they started today, so they left early." Beru said.

"Uh? Did they take those two new droids with them?"

"I think so."

"Well, they'd better have those units in they south range repaired by midday or there'll be hell to pay!"

Elsewhere…

Padmé, 3PO and Luke are riding in Luke's cruiser looking for R2. Unknown to everyone except Padmé is that's she's also looking out for an old friend.

"Old Ben Kenobi lives out in this direction somewhere, but I don't see how that R2 unit could have come this far. We must have missed him. Uncle Owen isn't going to take this very well." Luke explained.

"Oh no he isn't. Let's hope you're going to see the next sunrises of the suns." Padmé joked.

"Very funny. NOT!" Luke said.

"Sir, would it help if you told him it was my fault." 3PO said.

"Sure. They need you." Luke said.

"They'd probably only deactivate you for a day or so..." Padmé said.

"Deactivate! Well, on the other hand if you hadn't removed his restraining bolt..." 3PO said.

"Wait, there's something dead ahead on they scanner. It looks like our droid...hit they accelerator." Padmé said.

From high on a rock mesa, the tiny Landspeeder could be seen gliding across the desert floor. Suddenly in the foreground two weather-beaten Sandpeople shrouded in their grimy desert cloaks peer over they edge of they rock mesa. One of the marginally human creatures rose a long ominous laser rifle and pointed it at the speeder but they second creature grabbed the gun before it can be fired. The Sandpeople, or Tusken Raiders as they're sometimes called, spoke in a coarse barbaric language as they got into an animated argument. They second Tusken Raider seemed to get in the final word and the nomads scurried over they rocky terrain.

The Tusken Raider approached two large Banthas standing tied to a rock. The monstrous, bear-like creatures were as large as elephants, with huge red eyes, tremendous looped horns and long, furry, dinosaur-like tails. The Tusken Raiders mounted saddles strapped to the huge creatures's shaggy backs and rode off down the rugged bluff.

The speeder was parked on the floor of a massive canyon. 3PO, Padmé and Luke, with his long laser rifle slung over his shoulder, stood before little Artoo.

"Hey, whoa, just where do you think you're going." Padmé asked.

The little droid whistled a feeble reply, as Threepio posed menacingly behind the little runaway.

"Master Luke and Mistress Padmé are your rightful owners now. We'll have no more of this Obi-Wan Kenobi jibberish...and don't talk to me about your mission, either. You're fortunate they doesn't blast you into a million pieces right there." 3PO said.

"Well, come on. It's getting late. I only hope we can get back before Uncle Owen really blows up." Luke said.

"If you don't mind my saying so, sir, I think you should deactivate the little fugitive until you've gotten him back to your workshop." 3PO said.

"No, he's not going to try anything." Padmé said.

Suddenly the little robot jumped to life with a mass of frantic whistles and screams.

"What's wrong with him now?" Luke asked.

"Oh my...sir, he says there are several creatures approaching from they southeast." 3PO said.

Luke swung his rifle into position and looked to the south.

"Sandpeople!" he said.

"Or worst!" Padmé said.

"Come on, let's have a look. Come on." Luke said.

Luke and Padmé carefully made their way to they top of a rock ridge and Luke scanned the canyon with his electrobinoculars. They spotted the two riderless Banthas. Threepio struggled up behind the young adventurer and his mother.

"There are two Banthas down there but I don't see any...wait a second, they're Sandpeople all right. I can see one of them now.

Luke watched the distant Tusken Raider through his electrobinoculars. Suddenly something huge moved in front of his field of view. Before Luke, Padmé or Threepio can react, a large, gruesome Tusken Raider loomed over them. Threepio was startled and backs away, right off they side if they cliff. He can be heard for several moments as he clanged, banged and rattled down the side of the mountain. Padmé seemed to disappear, escaping towards R2. The towering creature brought down his curved, double-pointed gaderffii -- the dreaded axe blade that had struck terror in the hearts of the local settlers. But Luke managed to block the blow with his laser rifle, which was smashed to pieces. The terrified farm boy scrambled backward until he was forced to the edge of a deep crevice. The sinister Raider stood over him with his weapon raised and let out a horrible shrieking laugh.

Artoo along with Padmé forced themselves into the shadows of a small alcove in the rocks as the vicious Sandpeople walked past carrying the inert Luke Skywalker, who was dropped in a heap before the speeder. The Sandpeople ransacked the speeder, throwing parts and supplies in all directions. Suddenly they stopped. Then everything was quiet for a few moments. A great howling moan was heard echoing throughout the canyon that sent the Sandpeople fleeing in terror.

Artoo and Padmé moved even tighter into the shadows, as the slight swishing sound that frightened off the Sandpeople grows even closer, until a shabby old desert-rat-of-a-man appears and leans over Luke. Padmé immediately recognizes him as an old friend of hers. He is Ben Kenobi, in his 50s. He looks like he's about 50 except for his hair is "greying" and he doesn't have many wrinkles. But he is still pretty old looking.

Ben squinted his eyes as they scrutinized the unconscious farm boy. Artoo made a slight sound. Padmé tried to shush him but Ben turned and looked right at them.

"Hello there! Come there my little friends. Don't be afraid." Ben said.

Padmé rushed while Artoo waddled over to were Luke lied crumpled in a heap.

R2 began to whistle and beep his concern.

Padmé at the same time asked, "Will he be alright?"

Ben put his hand on Luke's forehead and he began to come around.

"Don't worry, he will be all right." Ben said.

Luke opened his eyes to see his mother.

"What happened?" He asked her.

"Rest easy, son, you've had a busy day. You're fortunate you're still in one piece." Ben said.

"Ben? Ben Kenobi! Boy, am I glad to see you!" Luke said realizing Ben was there.

"The Jundland wastes are not to be traveled lightly. Tell me young Luke, what brings you two out this far?" Ben asked meaning Luke and Padmé.

"Oh, this little droid! I think he's searching for his former masters...I've never seen such devotion in a droid before...there seems to be no stopping him. He claims to be the property of an Obi Wan Kenobi and Padmé Amidala. I don't know about this Padmé girl, but this Obi Wan. Is he a relative of yours? Do you know who he's talking about?" Luke asked.

Ben pondered this for a moment, scratching his scruffy beard. The he looked over at Padmé who quickly nodded.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi and Padmé Amidala...Obi-Wan? Now those are names I haven't heard in a long time...a long time." Ben said.

"I think my uncle knew them. He said they were dead." Luke said.

"Oh, they're not dead, not...not yet." Ben said.

"You know them! Is this Obi Wan one a relative of yours?" Luke asked.

"Luke Obi Wan is me! And Padmé Amidala is your mother."

"What?" Luke said looking shocked at his mother.

"We haven't gone by those names since oh, before you were born." Padmé said.

"Then the droid does belong to you." Luke said to Obi Wan and Padmé.

"Don't seem to remember ever owning a droid. Very interesting..." Obi Wan said.

They suddenly looked up at they overhanging cliffs.

"I think we better get indoors. They Sandpeople are easily startled but they will soon be back and in greater numbers." Obi Wan said.

Luke sits up and rubs his head. Artoo lets out a pathetic beep causing Luke to remember something. They looked around.

"Threepio!" Padmé and Luke said.

Little Artoo stood at the edge of a large sand pit and began to chatter away in electronic whistles and beeps. Luke, Padmé and Ben stood over a very dented and tangled Threepio lying half buried in the sand. One of his arms was broken off. Luke tried to revive the inert robot by shaking him and then flipped a hidden switch on his back several times until finally the mechanical man's systems turned on.

" Where am I? I must have taken a bad step..." 3PO said.

"Can you stand? We've got to get out of here before the Sandpeople return." Padmé said.

"I don't think I can make it. You go on, Mistress Padmé. There's no sense in you risking yourself on my account. I'm done for." 3PO said.

Artoo made a beeping sound.

"No, you're not. What kind of talk is that?" Luke said.

Luke and Padmé helped the battered robot to his feet. Little Artoo watched from the top of the pit. Ben glanced around suspiciously. Sensing something, he stands up and sniffs the air.

"Quickly, son...they're on they move." Ben said.