AN: Before we begin I want to state that there is a poll on my profile about a new star wars story and I would really like people to vote on it as I'm more than a little stumped with it.

AN2: This begins during the fourth movie, after Luke and his family bought R2-D2 and C3PO.

AN3: The Harry exploring thing is going to be mentioned mainly in exposition in flashbacks but it is going to have a companion piece, going over Harry's three years of exploration so any suggestions on where you want him to go, tell me now…or later on…I just want suggestions.

AN4: Finally is Harry's crew. You've already met Harry and Oola but here are the rest of the crew (that I know for sure will be) and a few others that I'm thinking. I won't update the story for a while as I'm trying to finish the two 'force unleashed' games and I'm planning on adding some characters form that to his crew. Here's who I have so far:

Guaranteed:

Harry (Captain)

Oola (medic)

An OC Albino Wookie (engine repairs)

Dobby (maintenance)

Luke

Leia

_ (tactician) (I left it blank as it's a fun surprise)

Various droid workers

Considering:

Galen Marek A.K.A Star Killer (a possible second in command)

Juno (possible chief pilot)

Proxy

HK-47

Maris Brood

Shadow of the Force

Chapter 4

-Luke-

"Thanks Aunt Beru, everything looks great." He said with a smile as he walked up and joined his family at the table, spooning some of his aunt's delicious food onto a plate.

"So Luke," his Uncle asked, talking around a bite of food "how are those droids looking?".

"They've got a lot of mileage on em but I think they'll work out alright." He answered before frowning "But Uncle Owen…I think that those droids might be stolen.".

"What makes you say that?" his Uncle asked with a frown while drinking some water.

"You mean besides the fact that we bought them from the Jawas?" he asked with a raised eyebrow as his Uncle choked on the water and his aunt giggled at the statement.

"Must you channel Harry when I'm drinking?" his Uncle asked him with a frown but he could tell that the man was amused. Harry had come back to visit them a couple times over the past few years and every time he did Harry would fix up everything they had to better than new condition.

"Yes…yes I must." He said with a happy nod "Anyway, I was saying I thought they were stolen because I found an old recording in that R2 unit, it was addressed to someone named Obi-Wan Kenobi…I wonder if he's related to Old Ben.". After a few moments of silence he looked up to see the shocked and, dare he say it, fearful expressions on his Aunt and Uncle's faces. "You…you know who they're talking about…don't you?" he asked them in surprise.

"I met Obi-Wan before yes," his Uncle said hesitantly "but he's dead…been dead for a long time. He died around the same time as your father and was an old friend of his.".

"He knew my father?!" he asked in shock as his Uncle nodded with a frown but quickly changed the subject and refused to return to it, no matter how much he pleaded. "Speaking of the droids though," he said after a few minutes of awkward silence "I think with them you might finally be able to have enough help around here that I can go out on my own.".

"We've been over this before Luke," his Uncle sighed in exasperation "with these new droids I can try to make enough off of this year's crop and hire enough hands so that you can try and enroll in the academy next year.".

"But-" he tried protesting before his Uncle cut him off.

"No Luke, I can't lose you just yet. We need you here.".

Scowling he slammed his napkin onto the table and stormed off downstairs, angry not only that his Uncle wouldn't let him go but that the man wouldn't even let him finish speaking. He had wanted to go to the Pilot Academy in the past but the last time Harry had come the man had offered him a chance to join his crew and he wanted to accept.

The next day he found himself just as frustrated as he was angry the night before, the little R2 unit having wandered off into the dessert to try and find this apparently dead Obi-Wan and now he had to go find the little pain in the neck before his Uncle found out and blew a gasket. "Anything on the scanner?" he asked C3PO as they sped along the dessert.

"Nothing yet sir," the brown nosing droid said "wait…there's something up ahead.".

"Yeah, I see him." He said with a scowl as he pulled the speeder out in front of the little R2 unit as he put a hand out to stop the small droid. "You know," he grunted as he hefted the droid up to place it into the speeder "you might just be more trouble than you're worth.".

C3PO's loud cry of "Sir!" caught his attention as he spun around just in time to be struck across the face with the butt of one of the sand people's riffles, knocking him to the ground in a daze as the creature roared victoriously above him before freezing. Shakily turning in the direction the now scared sand person was looking he saw a figure in a robe swaying over as the sand people began to flee.

"Hello there," the hooded figure said happily once close enough, dropping the hood to reveal Old Ben Kenobi "what are you doing so far out into the dessert?".

"This little droid," he said, recognizing the old man who had helped his Aunt look after him a couple times when he was younger "ran off last night. I think he's searching for his former master.".

"Isn't that interesting," Ben said in surprise "it's not often one sees that level of dedication in a droid. What was this former master's name might I ask?".

"Well I think it might have been a relative of yours actually," he said as he got up with a grimace "a guy named Obi-Wan Kenobi but my Uncle said he died years ago.".

"Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Ben asked in surprise as the old man sat down on the side of the speeder "Now that's a name I haven't heard in a long time.".

"You knew him?" he asked eagerly, his curiosity picked by the mystery.

"No, I know him. Or I should hope so, he's me after all." Ben said with a smile before leaning closer to inspect the droids "But I don't remember ever owning…wait…R2-D2? C3PO? Is that you?".

"Why yes it is sir but I can't say that I recognize you." C3PO said with a tone of confusion.

"No I doubt you would," Be- Obi-Wan said with a chuckle before pushing up "but come, we can continue this discussion at my home. The Sand People may be easily frightened but they'll soon return, and in greater numbers.".

"Moving sounds like a good idea." he agreed before getting into the driver's seat of the speeder while Obi-Wan climbed in and C3PO sat on the back, clutching tightly to the tailfin as the sped across the dessert.

Getting back to Obi-Wan's home he looked at the old man intrigued "Now, how come you said you didn't expect for the droids to remember you? You were their master weren't you?".

"I wasn't," Obi-Wan denied "your father was. He built C3PO himself as a matter of fact, right here on Tatooine when he was still a small child, using spare parts that were just lying around.".

"That's amazing!" he breathed in awe as the elderly man in front of him chuckled at his expression "Did he build R2 as well? And you never did say why they wouldn't remember you.".

"No," Obi-Wan said with a nostalgic smile "R2 was given to your father as a gift by your mother shortly after they met here on Tatooine when she was stranded. And as for why they wouldn't recognize me…well around the time of the formation of the Empire they both ended up gaining knowledge of a sensitive nature about several important figures in the galaxy and their memories were wiped to ensure they didn't reveal the secret.".

"That would explain it." he said with a nod "But how did you know my father? He was a pilot…right?".

"Yes and no," Obi-Wan answered, standing up with a grunt as the elderly man opened up an old wooden chest "when I met your father he was only nine years old while I was in my early twenties…but your father was already one of the greatest pilots I'd ever met. He entered the Bunta Eve Pod Race and won the prize money that we used to get the part to repair our ship and then later on brought down the blockade and around the planet of Naboo, subsequently destroying a droid army.".

"When he was nine?!" he exclaimed in shock.

"Well to be fair the piloting in the pod race was intentional and he used the abilities that allowed him to become my apprentice to win that," Obi-Wan said, looking up from the trunk with a smirk "as for bringing down the blockade…well that was luck as he accidentally activated a star fighter he was hiding in and wasn't able to find the switch to turn off the auto pilot until after the battle had ended, during which he crashed in the hangar of the main station running the blockade and…well he tried firing the ship's weapon systems at a droid and hit the ships main reactor.".

Staring at the old man in a deadpan expression he said "Nobody's that lucky.", causing Obi-Wan to laugh happily.

"You'll find that your father had a way of making the universe bend to his strange view of the world in his youth," Obi-Wan said happily "it was both a great asset and a great headache for myself as his trainer as well as the others we worked with.".

"Trainer?" he asked confused "In what?".

In was of response Obi-Wan smiled widely and pulled out a metal cylinder from the chest "Ah, here it is." The old man said before flipping a switch as a glowing blue blade shot from the end, causing him to leap back in shock "Your father, like myself, followed the way of the Jedi Knight. This was his lightsaber actually…I'd think he'd want you to have it.".

"M-me?" he asked as he took the sword, holding the blade reverently as it was the only thing he had ever had of his fathers…unless one counted the two droids.

"Well who else?" Obi-Wan asked with a smile "Now come here little one," the old Jedi said to R2 "let's see this message.".