Startling sky blue eyes strained in pure concentration as they guided nine pebbles through the air, moving them in an eight shape.

His breath was even and steady, his mind focused but the rock dropped anyway, sweat clear across his pale face.

"Dang it!" The angry, childish voice of Luke Skywalker called out, exhaustion clear in his tone, he banged his hands on the ground.

The nine year old boy blew out a large breath, moving his bangs from his eyes in frustration.

Luke stood up from his crouching position and stretched his back.

"LUKE!" A feminine voice called out, gaining the attention of the nine year old boy, Luke quickly abandoned his experiments and ran towards the familiar voice of his aunt.

Moments later the child stood in front of Beru Lars.

"Aunt Beru!" The blonde smiled brightly, the neck-length, light brown haired woman smiled back.

"What were you doing, Luke?" Beru asked, staring at her nephew in curiosity, "Saw you just looking at the rocks again for the tenth day in a row." Luke smiled widely at the dull blue eyed woman.

"It's a secret but you're going to be really impressed when I'm done." Beru looked suspicious for a moment before ruffling his hair.

"Okay Luke, your Uncle and I can't wait." The older woman told the boy and loudly kissed him on the cheek.

The boy gave a small giggle as they entered their dome homestead.

Luke quickly ran down the many steps and entered the main living pit, passing the water vaporators before entering the kitchen and poured himself a chilled blue colored liquid, "Luke, if you're pouring yourself some Batha milk can you make me a glass too." Beru called out and without a word, Luke took out another glass and poured the drink for his aunt.

Luke carried the two glasses over, handing one of the sweet drinks to his guardian.

Luke took a deep breath and focused as he raised a hand up, a toy starship slowly floated to him a moment later.

When the toy landed in his hand, Luke levitated the toy back to its place.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead before continuing his practice for a good twenty minutes until he was interrupted.

"Luke! It's time for dinner!" Uncle Owen's voice called out and the blonde groaned before jumping off his bed with a small grumble.

Luke smiled with giddiness as he walked along with his friends, "Luke where are we going?" Biggs Darklighter, a boy with olive skin and raven hair, whined.

"I'm going to blow your guys mind!" The blonde turned towards his friends for a moment with glee, leading them towards an empty field, away from any people.

"This better be worth it, wormie!" Camie Marstrap, a girl with pale skin and long dark brown hair exclaimed, punching the shortest boy on the shoulder.

"It will be, I promise!" Luke told them.

"Then let's hurry! I'm getting bored." Laze Loneozner, another boy with brown skin and black hair, ran ahead of the blonde, forcing all his friends to keep up.

Once the four friends were alone, Luke took a deep breath and raised his hand.

The motion caused a nearby rock to float up and move around his head before gently sitting back down in front of the boy, "Whoa~!" Biggs exclaimed.

Luke's smile on his face was almost blinding at the awe on some of his friends' faces.

"You're a Jedi?!" The blonde frowned at the girl whose blue eyes screamed with fear.

"What's a Jedi?" The boy asked and all three of his friends looked at him in shock.

"How do you not know what a Jedi is Wormie! They're the Kreetle who almost enslaved the Galaxy!" Camie told the boy with disgust before, "Well they were until-"

"Until what?" The boy asked with interest.

"They were wiped out by the Empire." Biggs told his shorter friend who looked shocked, "Happened right around the time we were born, all that's left of them now are old discussion threads from the Clone Wars."

"The Clone Wars?" Luke asked with clear puzzlement.

"Kark, Luke! How do you not know about the Clone Wars?!" The blonde shrugged.

"I guess uncle Owen and aunt Beru just thought it wasn't important." The three friends looked at each other before Laze's face lit up.

"Or they don't want you to find out your heritage! I can't believe I never put two and two together! You're Anakin Skywalker's son!" Luke blinked before nodding.

"That is my dad's name, yes." The other boy groaned.

"You really don't know anything do you?"

The blonde looked at his friend with a scowl, "I know some things." He grumbled with crossed arms.

"Come on!" Laze took his friend's hand and pulled him back towards civilization, "There's so much to show you!"

Luke stared in shock at the holoscreen, he didn't even know Laze had one of these let alone a connection to Holonet but looking at the image of his father, made him want to hug Laze and never let go.

Anakin was tall, taller than what he had imagined, standing at six foot and two inches. The man had sandy blonde hair while his own was much brighter but their eyes were the same shape and color, the same with their noses.

But his father's jaw was sharp and square, maybe his own would look something like that but he doubted it.

His father's cheeks also stood out more.

Luke probably got his jaw and cheeks from his mother.

His mother.

He asked about her a few times but neither his aunt or uncle knew who she was, all that they knew was that she was dead like his dad.

He and his friends watched his father, Jedi Knight Skywalker, and didn't that just sound Karking cool, the man looked powerful, skillful and just all around awesome.

Luke had stars in his eyes as he saw a video of the man walking through a storm of blaster beams with a smirk on his face and an easy strade, like he was untouchable, unstoppable.

He even had a title that showed how awesome he was, The Hero With No Fear.

"I want to be a Jedi like my dad." The blonde suddenly said.

"That's going to be hard, the Jedi are all dead there's no one to teach you." Camie bluntly told the boy, disgust still clear in her tone.

"I'll get a hang of it, I can already use the… Force?" Biggs nodded in confirmation for his friends, "And frankly even if a Jedi could teach me, I wouldn't want one of those sociopaths to come near me." His friends nodded at his words.

"Are there any more videos of my dad?"

Laze nodded and the blonde grinned.

Luke couldn't believe some of the things he read on the discussion threads.

The Jedi took kids from birth and raised them to be warriors but if you weren't good enough they sent you to the Service Corps?

All that training only to be tossed away like trash sounded soul crushing.

And their code sounded, it honestly sounded horrible.

So… dead.

They couldn't get married, have children or experience their feelings in any sort of meaningful way.

It sounded like the Jedi wanted to be machines or something.

No wonder his dad was part of such an evil organization, he had no choice!

Taken away at birth and controlled to think and feel a certain way but he had risen above it.

He was what a Jedi should have been, extremely loyal and genuinely good. Always in the line of fire and always helping someone with a smile on his face.

And when Anakin talked about the Clone Wars he was so passionate and driven but also deeply empathic that not many other Jedi had if the discussion threads were anything to go by.

No wonder people loved him and hated the others even before they revealed how evil they were.

What surprised him the most was that Coruscant actually issued a mourning day for his father.

It told him more than enough about the kind of man his dad really was.

"Hey Luke, it's getting pretty late." Laze called out to him, the blonde hummed as he watched another video of his father, "Arent your Aunt and Uncle going to be worried if you're not back soon?"

Luke sighed, they would be worried and also furious. As he was about to turn off the holo screen, he paused when a woman came into view and stood in front of his father.

She was beautiful, her fair skin was flawless and her brown hair was done in a tight bun.

As the woman talked about the Clone Wars with such deep passion that a fire seemed to burn in her eyes, he noticed how soft her cheeks were and the V her jaw made.

Just looking at her he knew, he could feel it in his bones, at his very core.

"Who is she?" Luke asked and Laze sighed and taped the few buttons on the monitor, the video suddenly disappeared, replaced by words.

"She's Padmé Amidala, a Senator of Naboo."

"Is… is she still alive?" Biggs raised an eyebrow and typed away.

"Uh… no, died on… hmm, she died on your birthday." Luke felt tears gather at the corner of his eyes, "Wh- are you okay?" The other boy turned and looked shocked at his crying friend.

"She's my mom." Luke tried wiping his tears away while his friend looked in surprise and second hand sorrow.

"I'm so sorry, Luke." The other boy gently wrapped his arms around him.

The next day Luke spent the day with Laze and his other friends learning all about his mother.

She was born Padmé Naberrie and was elected Queen at just fourteen. She fought for truth, justice and freedom, never giving an inch to those who wanted anything but.

She was a Hero of the Republic as much as Anakin was.

He wasn't sure if they were together-together but from the articles they were at least friends and greatly respected one another.

Given the Jedi's rule on attachment Luke could see them hiding their relationship.

But even if he was just a mistake from a one off fling he didn't think it really mattered, they were his parents, he was their son and by the Force Luke was going to make them proud.

laying in his bed with a look of determination, he wasn't sure how fast he was supposed to be progressing but he was sure it was supposed to be faster than he was going.

He discovered his powers a little after his birthday after getting angry at his uncle for not letting him hang out with his friends.

Stomping to his room, he almost didn't notice several of his toys lifting up an inch before falling back down.

For six months he had slowly been increasing his powers and now while his advance in skill was noticeable, considering how powerful and skillful his father was, the man would be disappointed at his overall progress.

He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths and summoned his toy star ship before commanding it to spin around his head.

Luke always had better control and could last much longer with his powers when he was calm and thought of nothing but the Force.

Except he wasn't thinking of the Force, he was thinking of his father. After all these years he finally had a face to the name and he couldn't stop thinking of him.

He wondered how he trained? Who trained him? Did he train anyone himself? Was he a kind instructor or an unforgiving one?

Was he merciful to his enemies or did he offer a hand to anyone who was willing to take it?

Did he have a temper or was his father calm even when he felt the world was turning against him?

With every question he asked himself, a million more seemed to feel his head, yet the Force was still strong within him.

He hadn't lost his connection with his lack of calm and concentration instead the link to his power seemed to strengthen.

In his mind's eye he saw an image, almost a memory, he saw his father in a hall of some kind with a sword of pure energy in his hands swinging it with such speed it looked little more than a blur.

It seemed like a brutal style.

** "Master." A young Togruta girl called out, she had orange skin and white markings across her face with her white montrals having blue highlights, his father paused his practice before turning with an almost unnoticeable smile.

"What do you need, young one?" The girl seemed hesitant before a confidence filled her.

"I am your Padawan, do I need a reason to come and see you?" Anakin raised a brow and shrugged.

"I suppose not." The Jedi reignited his Lightsaber and his practice began again.

Ashoka Tano bit her lip before standing next to her Master and ignited her own saber. She tried mimicking his movements but it was clear she was having trouble.

Much to her embarrassment, she could see the amused smirk on his face as he went through his stances but to her immense delight her Master slowed down and his stances became much simpler and pronounced.

"I greatly favor Form Five, the Djem So variant. It focuses on brutal attack, quick defense and brutal counter attack. In my own personal and greatly biased opinion it's the greatest form for any and all types of combat." Ashoka rolled her eyes at her Master.

The two stayed silent for what seemed like hours, repeating the stance over and over and over again. **

Luke blinked and found himself back in his room and a smile so wide crossed his face he was sure if anyone saw him they would be worried about his mental well being.