This is all new to me, I've never written for Star Wars before but it's one of my favourite franchises of all time. I've always been interested in the relationship between Luke and Vader so I've decided to write a story set in an alternative universe. I hope you'll all be kind and point out any mistakes I may have made.
Heavily inspired by other fanfiction such as Back Squadron and Force Bond, check them out they are amazing stories!
As always I own nothing.
Summery: Luke has always dreamed of flying. After getting into an argument with his Uncle Luke runs away, vowing to never return, he is introduced to horrific circumstances that no twelve year old should ever experiance. Later he is found wandering the desert and taken captive by stormtroopers who suspect him to be in possession of imperial property. After being forced to leave home he is placed into an imperial rehabilitation program which tests not only his strength but also his will. Scared and forced to adapt to this strange new world he finds himself wondering if he'll ever see his family again. Little does he know it's about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Prologue
A Hermits Wish
"Luke! Stay away from there!"
"No come here!" a voice shouted; a giggle followed shortly afterwards.
"Luke!" The voice shouted once more.
"Look Aunt Beru I'm a Bantha!" His small pale hands formed small horns above his head as he pranced around, giggling and smiling, his small feet kicking sand and small pebbles around as he played.
"Very funny Luke." She chuckled; the boy was growing up fast. At just 5 seasons old the young boy was as hyperactive and content as any other boy his age, secluded but happy that's the way she preferred it, that's the only way the boy would remain safe.
She fixed her eyes upon the youngling, although smaller than many his age he was most definitely brighter, his large sky-blue eyes reflected a childhood innocence not yet properly corrupted by the Empire's oppressive regime. But what frightened her was the fierce power behind them, hidden behind a chubby face and blonde hair was an eccentric boy who's thirst for knowledge and adventure made him impulsive and dangerous if not properly minded.
His father's son. she thought bitterly, although the man she once called brother in law was but a distant memory to her she was not naïve enough to forget the monster he'd become, Impulsive, possessive and oh so very dangerous. She'd do everything within her power to make sure that Luke never grew up into that same monster.
But Luke was not his Father, although impulsive and far more independent for one so young he was fiercely empathetic something his father sorely lacked if she recalled.
She looked over into the distance and rubbed her arms, even with the woolly mantel upon her aged shoulders she could tell it was getting late. The suns were casting there orange red glow upon the endless kilometres of sand dunes and mountains, there was never much to see on Tatooine and for the most part it was a dry dust ball of golden sand and molten sun rays which cooked and aged the skin in such a way that left an endless feeling of fatigue and hopelessness. Apart from the corruption she could understand why so many longed to leave this planet.
She focused her eyes back upon the boy, soon it would be supper and the process would repeat itself again, Luke would awaken and tinker with some spare parts Owen had lying around and she'd prepare dinner and check the vaporizers, Luke would then accompany Owen to Mos Eisley to pick up some droids for cheap and the boy would spend hours fixing them.
Truly a gifted and intelligent youngling.
"5 more minutes Luke and then it's supper!" She shouted, the boy waved back and ran a short distance into the desert to play, her eyes remained firmly trained on the boy.
"You've done a fine job at raising him Beru." She spared the man only a second's glance before returning to her watch. She couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, she always did because after all it was him, the 5-year long itch that never seemed to go away. The constant annoyance that inserted itself into their lives with petty pleasantries.
"You should be thanking Owen, Ben." she mumbled
Ben rubbed his aging beard in thought, his once vibrant auburn hair now facing the consequences of years under the Tatooine suns. "Perhaps I should." He mumbled, there was a pause "How is Owen keeping?" he asked.
She tried her best not to roll her eyes at him, after all her husband and Ben have had many arguments over the past 5 years concerning Luke, so why would he care whether or not her husband was well? it would work solely in his favourite if he wasn't, perhaps it was a Jedi thing to be this unbearably polite.
"The same as always. We're barely getting by, the Empire continues to raise Outer Rim taxes and the Hutt's just allow it, we're lucky we can still feed and clothe the boy." She wasn't lying, in the short 5 years since the Empire was formed out of the disaster that was the Clone Wars and the fall of the republic, the Empire had made a drastic leap towards controlling more Outer Rim planets; Tatooine included. Rumours were that the Empire hoped to reboot the slave trading economy and find a way to export contraband more effectively and anonymously, but they'd never admit it of course.
"And the boy?" he asked
She turned to him "He's hardly your concern Ben." She stated, fixing the man with a weary cold gaze.
His grey eyes burrowed into hers, she flinched back slightly at the hurt that flashed through them "I promised I'd watch over him." He stated.
She turned her back to him "You seem to be under the illusion that you've been doing a fine job at that." She muttered.
There was an uncomfortable silence. Ben always made her feel uncomfortable she could just never figure the old man out; he didn't really have a reason to continuously make his presence known, he'd always seemed to loiter around for far too long and that made her feel uneasy.
"I do as I must." He replied.
"I can see that." There was a pause "Why are you here Ben? Or should I call you Obi Wan? Anyone with half a brain can see that." Her passive aggressive tendencies could only get her so far before Owen would show up and cause yet another scene and the last thing she wanted was for Luke to be caught in the middle of it.
"No one knows I'm here and it will remain that way." She spun around to stare at him, his delusion never ceases to astound her, if anything it infuriated her. She was grateful that the man had brought Luke to them to protect but Ben wasn't even trying to hide who he used to be, he still wore the fine Jedi robes that she'd seen all over the HoloNet during the Clone Wars- granted they'd been stained, torn and aged by his long exile here on Tatooine, but the locals weren't nearly as stupid as the galaxy had made them out to be; someone somewhere would know and it was only a matter of time before they came for her Nephew and she'd be damned if she let anyone lay a finger on that boy.
"For now. Look at you prancing around in your Jedi robes have you no shame! You're delusional as always Ben it'll only take one person to piece it together and then you'll bring the entire imperial fleet down upon us." She hissed pointing an accusing finger at him.
He frowned "These people are illiterate Beru, half of them have never seen Coruscant let alone a Jedi, the boy is safe here." He explained
She glared "Enough of that! Owen has told you before that we do not require your protection." She tried to reason with the man, she always did. It was just that Ben chose not to listen, he was stubborn and relentless in his stalking. One day he'd get someone killed.
He raised his hands defensively "I'm not offering it; I'm only keeping the boy safe." He tried to reason.
"He does not need it! Do you not get that? You're playing a dangerous game Ben a game you cannot win; I will not allow you to continue to show your face here again!" She snapped, her patience running severely thin, she'd have this same argument every week with the man. It got so bad that her husband would get into physical altercations with the man and she'd end up having to rush the crying youngling inside away from the brutal punching and kicking. She was fed up of it.
"That is not yours to decide." He replied
"I made a promise Ben, I promised to protect and nurture that boy and I will continue to do so until my dying breath, by continuing to show your face here you are putting him and us in grave danger, now do the galaxy a favour and stay out of Skywalker affairs before you poison another." She snapped, her temper and frustration reached a molten fury which threatened to bubble over and cause an explosion. She wouldn't turn into Owen, she forbid it. She would not get physical with this man, that little boy was staying here whether the hermit liked it or not, he handed over all rights to the boy when he brought him to them.
She sighed and rubbed her sore temples, if the suns didn't age her then Ben Kenobi surely would. "Please, leave the boy alone." She pleaded.
"Aunt Beru why are you so sad?" A small voice asked, she broke away from the man gaze to stare down at the youngling, he held a toy T-16 Skyhopper firmly to his chest, his blonde hair matted and sweaty and his clothes filthy from playing, he passed a look of worry between herself and the tall stranger. He tapped his fingers nervously against his toy, an anxious habit she noted.
She smiled and held one of Luke's small hands in her larger one "Do I look sad Luke?" she questioned.
He shook his head "Nah ah I felt it right here." He removed his hand from her grasp and pointed to his chest "I was playing and, and I suddenly felt you were sad." He explained "In my heart."
She frowned "Thank you for your concern Luke but I am fine, why don't you go inside and help Uncle Owen? I will join you shortly for supper." she gently motioned the boy inside, watching as he disappeared inside the home stead.
How had he done that? She thought, she knew that Luke was a very special child ever since the moment she laid eyes on his chubby little face. But this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, when he was two, she'd caught him levitating his breakfast cup a full meter of the ground. It had frightened her so much that she'd screamed at the poor boy causing him to drop the cup sending blue milk everywhere. And then at three he'd dreamed of his father and himself playing in the desert whilst having no prior knowledge of him, and now he could feel what she was feeling? When would this stop? Would it ever stop? Or would it continue to get worse the older he got? it sure felt like it. She'd make sure he never developed it further for his own safety the last thing she needed was for the boy to be taken away from her by the empire. It was the only way to keep him safe.
"The Force is extremely strong with him Beru, I can feel it." Ben broke her out her thoughts.
She turned to him and glared "Don't speak of it." She snapped "Never speak of it." She hissed back and walk away from the man to seethe, she walked towards the homestead without another word, she turned to stare at the man one last time.
"It is late, I hope you'll heed our warning and never return here again, but I doubt you care enough to do so." She muttered, fixing her mantel in a better position over her shoulders.
He reached out the grab her, but she flinched away, his grey eyes pleading—no, begging "But the boy is strong even you see it! If you'd only let me train him I co-"Ben pleaded
"No!" she yelled, abruptly cutting the man off from, she couldn't bare to hear anymore of his foolish ideals of using that boy as a weapon for whatever petty revenge he felt, she was over it.
"I will not allow you to poison his mind with Jedi propaganda, the Jedi are gone Ben every single one of them slaughtered you told me yourself the moment you brought the boy to us. I will not allow him to become another corpse piled up and rotting at the entrance to the imperial palace, take your crusade elsewhere because I'm over it." she teared up in frustration her eyes burned and her heart ached at the thought, Luke was no Jedi and so long as he lived under the Lars protection he never will be, it was for his own safety and she valued that far more than Ben did, she knew that fact as well as she knew her own face. She would not allow Ben to use the boy for his own selfish crusade. Owen had warned her of this many times and she was quite frankly exhausted by the man, his very presence in her family's lives caused unnecessary strain.
The former Jedi let his guard slip for only a minute, but it was enough for her to see that the stress and trauma had aged the man and not gracefully either. The once bright strong witted negotiator of the Clone Wars had now wasted away to nothing more than a shallow shell of his former self plagued by regret and a deep sense of responsibility. His skeletal, tanned figure was nothing more than thin sheets of paper under a tattered clock. Her eyes watered as she abruptly turned away from the man, she couldn't bear it for another minute. Did he feel guilty for what had happened to the Jedi? He looked tired – no frail, a frail old man who'd lost his purpose in life and allowed guilt and melancholy to eat at his soul and fester like an untreated wound, she could almost sympathise as her husband, in a way had lost his brother, just as Obi Wan had lost his. She could understand his obsession with her charge, because in a way Luke was all Ben had left to fight for, he was the Bacta for his wounds and in a way his last hope.
She wiped her wet eyes on her sleeve and composed herself "Sleep well Master Kenobi." She muttered and made her leave.
I really hope you enjoyed it, please review and tell me what you think I do very much enjoy feedback. :)