The sunrise on Tatooinewas always something of great majesty and beauty. The two suns always rose in that same slow grace that made it seem as though everyday would be filled with promise and good tidings. It would have been much more enjoyable if some buffoon had not awoken me three hours ahead of time.
"Are you Obi-Wan Kenobi?" The boy asked sternly. He was hiddenin a hooded cloak and most likely an imperial spy.
"Perhaps, perhaps not. Was does it matter to you, boy?" I snapped back at him.
"Continue to call me boy and I will refer to you simply as "Old Man," understand? Good. I have urgent news, and I must speak quickly."
"What news could be so urgent as to disturb my well needed rest?"
"If you must know, which you indeed must know, it is of regarding the new alliance. I am sure you have heard. Senators Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, and Garm Bel Iblis, as well as two Jedi have formed a new rebellion in hopes of ending The Emperor's reign; and they are in desperate need of assistance."
"Assistance? Bah, they have the wealth of Organa, the loyal troops of Mothma, the great fleet of Iblis, and the power of two Jedi. Why would they need me, and old man who can do nothing while the tyranny of this so called empire spreads through these lands?"
"Because the force is the most powerful asset an army could have; but the rebellion has lost that gift. Both of their Jedi..."
The boy paused and looked to the ground, as if he some unbearable guilt or shame suddenly swept over him.
"...Have become beings of the force. They have seen their fate. They are... dead."
"How?"
"I cannot get into great detail, but I know it was involving The Emperor and took place on The Death Star. But there is hope. There is a child here, Skywalker, correct? Undoubtedly the son of Annikin Skywalker, yes?"
"Yes, but I do not see what that has to do..."
"He is perhaps the last of the Jedi in the Galaxy. There is but you, him, and Yoda, but the two of you are older. Train Skywalker to help the cause of this rebellion, so that The Empire will fall."
I then saw what was happening. This rebellion would be in desperate need of support, and since The Empire already has the force on its side, we need to level the playing field. "I will do as you ask, and train this boy to help our cause."
"The Rebellion thanks you. I am sorry, but I must go. The Empire wants my head and I must flee this sector of the Galaxy before they catch my trail. Farewell, noble Jedi."
"Wait, dear messenger. Before you go, there is but one thing I wish to ask. What is your name?"
He stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around, and then removed his hood, revealing the shaved head of a young man. He paused for a moment and stared at the ground, then looked back at me.
"A name. Such an odd thing, is it not? Names are simply titles given to us, so that people have something to say when we walk by and they ask for our attention. Some people have many names, and some only one, but if I tell you my name, what I do would have been done. If I tell you my name, you must learn to forget it, or The Empire will find me sooner than I would anticipate, understood?"
"Yes, understood."
"My name is Starkiller. Kento Starkiller."