Luke looked up from the breakfast table with a smlle as his uncle walked in "Ben! We weren't expecting you until later in the week. Something up?"
The old Jedi nodded thoughtfully, a concerned frown on his face. He gave Aunt Beru a quick hug as Uncle Owen came in the room. "Have you guys been keeping an eye on the telenet? The space battle last night?"
The old married couple exchanged a look before Lars, answered, "We really haven't had time; you know how busy we are this season."
"I heard something about it," Luke supplied. "A renegade smuggler taken down by Imperial forces, right?"
"That's the official story, anyway. Actually it was a diplomatic transport. And Darth Vader was the one in pursuit."
"Vader!" Luke snarled. "Does that mean it's time?"
"Time to leave, yes," Ben looked to Beru, who was already pulling out a cooler to stock with provisions. "Not time for you to face your father. You are nowhere close to ready, and I think you know that."
Luke started to argue, but seeing even Owen hastily packing, realized it wasn't the time. "Then where are we going?"
"The Dagobah system. We're going to need to lay low, and accelerate your training." His wrist communicator beeped and squealed in droidspeak. "Understood. My droid says we need to be on our way within the next ten minutes." Another sequence of beeps. "I was rounding, Artoo. We've talked about this."
"How are we getting off-planet if the Empire is here?" Owen asked.
"I made a call to an old friend who thinks he can smuggle us off in his ship. Any of you speak Wookiee?"