I decided to rewrite my story Star Wars: Imperial State of Terra. I felt like I was moving things too fast and that I was throwing the squad into the fire a little quickly as they had only been in the Academy for two months. I also felt like I used the prologue as a short cut for world building. I wanted to incorporate that into the story itself and not a three thousand word summery of events before the start. I also felt like there was no character development and that everyone was a stereotype of some sort with predictable actions and repetitive lines.

While it was my first story and technically my most successful to-date I felt disappointed in it like I could do better. I felt like I made Luke a little OOC. I also felt like I had a hard time creating different personalities for my OC's.

I'm also going to make more things relevant to the story because I felt like I didn't go into depth at all with the Triton Massacre other than one of my OC's parent died. Which was a little weak in making it relevant to the story as a whole. Also I wanted more training exercises and instances where Luke accidentally used the force during training and other stuff.

In other words I just felt like my original story had so much wasted potential. With this rewrite I hope to bring this all to light!

NOTE: Most things that happened in the originals prologue are still canon to this story! So is the encyclopedia side-fic!

Lively blue eyes met their own reflection in the bathroom mirror.

What the eyes saw was in complete contrast to how the rest of the body they were attached to looked.

A full head of dirty blonde hair stuck up and out in places that one wouldn't think possible without gravity taking affect. But it was there.

There was also the fact that the body that held the eyes looked like a corps that just rose from the grave.

The owner of this body was the one and only Luke Skywalker, nephew of Owen and Beru Lars. The sixteen year old boy had just woken up and began his morning routine which went as followed:

Get out of bed and stretch.

Go to and use the bathroom followed with a short shower.

Dry off and change clothes—preferably something that can get dirty.

And then get into the dinning room and have a nice breakfast with his aunt and uncle before going back to the bathroom and brushing his teeth.

While the blonde didn't follow this routine religiously or anything, it had long since become a habit of his, a habit that he would do best not to break anytime in the near future. Currently he is on the second to last step of his routine. Breakfast with the family.

Or so he thought.

When Luke entered the room he was greeted with his uncle and aunt already sitting with breakfast ready. However none of them made a move to any of the utensils on the table nore did they seem interested in their food.

Suffice to say Luke was worried. His uncle, Owen Lars, sat at the head of the table with his arms crossed making an imposing figure. If there was a single word that could describe the man that was his uncle, the word strict would aptly sum up his personality. That didn't mean that he wasn't caring. Luke knew the man cared for him in his own way. Growing up on Tatooine you needed someone who was responsible to look out for and take care of you lest you fall in with the wrong crowd even with all the radical reforms and changes to the planet over the years. Uncle Owen was not soft and his appearance showed for it. Despite looking a decade older than he actually was, his uncles arms legs and Luke assumed torso had little fat and that wasn't because of his leaner constitution. From years of work out in the fields, he had gained muscles. Something that Luke hadn't gained due to the perchance of several droids that did most of the work for them.

Compared to Luke's rather short and slender frame that had made him look like a girl from certain angles—according to his best friend Biggs that is—, Uncle Owen made for a rather imposing sight. Luke would argue with anyone who said otherwise. A man who can look you directly in the eye when sitting down was scary.

"...Good morning, Aunty… Uncle Owen," Luke started as he walked over to the table and pulled out his chair. "Is there something wrong?" He prodded for answers, careful not to step on a metaphorical landmine that could get him in trouble. Uncle Owen looked at him for a second.

"I don't know Luke, why don't you tell me?" That voice. Oh, Luke knew that voice, he was in trouble and it wasn't as simple as forgetting to change the power cells in the droids again. Luke thought back to everything that had happened in the last standard galactic week. He hadn't skipped school. He had arrived home everyday on time. His grades were better than fine. He had met up with Biggs and a few of his classmates at Tosche Station with Aunt Beru's permission so no trouble there… Luke could not think of anything he had done in the last week that would get him in trouble. As such he answered in kind.

"I-I really do not know what you're talking about Uncle Owen…" Luke trailed off hoping for the man to actually explain what was going on. However, no explanation was given. Instead Uncle Owen reached under the table and pulled up a round one centimeter thick disk that dipped down into the center on one side while the other was completely flat with a black cog like symbol. He slid it across the table with a fluid motion and it came to a stop just in front of Luke's plate. What happened next made Luke pale. Blue lights flickered to life and a recording of a man's voice started. started with a holographic image of Luke rotating in a circle with his arms out with general medical information scrolling along next to his holographic clone.

{Skywalker Luke, Age: 16, Blood Type: O-, Planet of Origin: Tatooine

As of the 24th of May, 2643 of the Gregorian Calendar, your application into the Imperial State Trooper Academy has been accepted. You passed within the top 10 of all three thousand applicants in the Arkanis Sector this year and have shown great skills in engineering and piloting. You are to report to Mos Espa Space Port, Bay two, shuttle eleven for transport in eight days on the 1st of June.

We await your arrival on the planet of Eriadu, Seswenna Sector. Congratulations Cadet I look forward to serving with you in the future.}

The recording stopped but the device stayed active allowing Luke to see his information still. Except Luke was too pale to take any of it in. He was right. He hadn't done anything… this week. He had forgotten to look back to the previous week. Looking at his aunt and uncle, he coughed into his fist and shifted nervously in his seat. "He he he… surprise?" Luke winced as he saw his uncle's eye twitch slightly. "I- I know I should have told you but, and this is important but, I thought that maybe because we had the droids helping out that I could possibly join up with the military…" Luke didn't know why he was still talking. Literally nothing he had just said made much sense at all.

Luke knew that his reasons for joining were selfish but he didn't want to admit it. Tatooine was… well he would say 'Great' but that was reaching far from the truth. Tatooine was Tatooine. A dust ball that was overseen by an ally of the Galactic Empire that had been transformed completely in the last sixteen years. And Luke was a sixteen year old boy. Two years away from being a legal adult. His only real skills were tinkering with droids and his talent in flying starships.

He wanted more in life and Luke knew that he could get it. But only at the expense of his rather peaceful life on Tatooine with his only living relatives. He looked at both of them with a guilty expression and sighed in defeat.

"Hhuuuoo~ I-I'm sorry for not telling you sooner." Luke said sincerely. Beru's look softened while Owen gave Luke a grunt as he looked at the information still present in hologram form over the disk.

"I don't see why you shouldn't go," Beru began. Owen turned to her with a look. A look that she surprisingly matched. Resting a hand on his uncle's shoulder she continued. "Come on Owen, you heard the man on the recording. Your little Luke scored within the top 10 out of 3,000. It would be a waste not to let him go."

Luke and Beru looked at Owen expectantly. The man let out a breath and moved one of his hands to massage his temple. "Alright!" He said gruffly. He turned to look at Luke. "Well you heard the damn-machine, you have eight days. Get packed and then tomorrow you're going to send a message to all your friends."

Luke smiled brightly and rushed forward to his uncle taking him in with a great hug. "Thank you Uncle Owen! I won't let you down. Either of you." Luke rushed out of the dinning room and headed for his bedroom, leaving his breakfast untouched.

"After you see your friends you're spending the rest of the time out in the fields with the droids!" Owen hollarded in the direction his nephew ran. The only response he got was a muffled 'Okay!' Owen stood up and turned to Beru with a tired expression that seemed to make him even older than he was.

"I worry about that boy too much… too much like his father." Owen said with a shake of the head. Beru moved next to him and leaned on his shoulder wrapping her arm behind him and rubbed his back.

"That is why we have to let him go honey… besides the State Troopers are a noble army. Our own garrison is made up of them. Nothing like the Empires Storm Troopers. He will be safer there and he ever was here. Besides we both know that if you were his age you would have faked your age and been on the first ship to any other planet that had water." Beru mused.

Owen kissed her forehead lovingly. "Your right."

"Now let's finish our meal before it gets cold."

I Hope you all enjoyed chapter one! (The entire ch1 for the OG story was bits and pieces. The part with Luke and his Aunt and Uncle was maybe 300 words and I extended that to over 1,200 the original length of chapter 1 in Imperial State of Terra)

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