Anakin cradled his daughter in his arms, wishing for all that he was worth that he had listened to his master (Obi-Wan) when being warned of the Dark Side. "Take away from you ever thing you hold dear, it will," were Yoda's prophetic words, and how true they now were. Except that he still had Leia, and the idea of a Luke.
"Leia, do you know where Luke is?" Anakin gently asked the sobbing infant.
"Mommy said we were gonna visit uncle Oba-One on Tatwine after here," Leia sniffled, not believing that her mommy was gone forever. "Daddy, I wanna see uncle," she whimpered before falling asleep. Anakin wondered at her ease of sleep on this barren planet, with the stench of burning flesh surrounding them. He made his way to his shuttle, the shuttle that was his alone, which he had built with his own two hands before being . . . . . recruited by Paplatine. He wanted so desperately to leave the sights and sounds of that wretched planet behind him. He had already taken Padme/Amidala's body into the shuttle, and had laid her reverently on his bed, as he was sure he would not be able to sleep.
"Next stop, Tatooine," he whispered to himself...
"Listen, Obi-Wan, I want you to leave right now, ok?" A very angry Owen Lars was trying to keep his control as he shook his finger menacingly at his half brother. "And STAY AWAY from Luke, you hear?" Obi-Wan shook with frustration at Owen's words.
"Did you not here me, Owen? His father will want him back." Owen just glared as the Jedi pleaded for the infant, Luke.
"If he does, he will have to kill me first," Owen replied icily.
"You don't understand, Padme Amidala gave her BLESSING that he come back to take Luke so that they could rebuild what is left of their family." Obi-Wan had sensed the change in Anakin and had immediately rushed to his "nephew's" dwelling in an attempt to ease the harsh words that would surely be traded between his one time apprentice and his brother.
"Dears, stop your fighting please?" a woman who looked to be in her early 40's left the house, with a young boy trailing behind her.
"What's going on, Grandma?" the young boy, with eyes red from crying, asked his grandmother.
"Your daddy's coming back for us Luke darling," Shmi Skywalker assured her grandson. It had been years since she had last seen him and was looking forward to the reunion. If, that is, he had returned from the darkness.
"Owen, we haven't the time to argue about this anymore, he is here," Obi-Wan related in relief at seeing the slender and large ship descend perilously close to the Lars Family Farm (LFF). As the ramp to the ship descended, a pair of feet could be seen. Soon, a tall man was unveiled. A tall man with a huge grin on his face as his daughter played with his hair. He walked slowly out of the ship, his eyes intent on his daughter. But when he raised his head, he almost dropped the infant.
"Mom?" he whispered. "Mom, is that you???" He cried as he rushed to Shmi. "I thought that I'd never see you again," At this time, the older woman and the little girl were crushed against Anakin's chest, as he embraced his mom and she embraced him (and his kid of course).
"Oh son, I've missed you so much," his mom cried softly. "I heard about Padme," she whispered, "I'm sorry,"
"Grandma!" Luke and Leia shouted at the same time, as soon as Leia was released from the death grip that her father and grandma were in. "Grandma?" they looked at each other quizzically.
"Leia, do you know where Luke is?" Anakin gently asked the sobbing infant.
"Mommy said we were gonna visit uncle Oba-One on Tatwine after here," Leia sniffled, not believing that her mommy was gone forever. "Daddy, I wanna see uncle," she whimpered before falling asleep. Anakin wondered at her ease of sleep on this barren planet, with the stench of burning flesh surrounding them. He made his way to his shuttle, the shuttle that was his alone, which he had built with his own two hands before being . . . . . recruited by Paplatine. He wanted so desperately to leave the sights and sounds of that wretched planet behind him. He had already taken Padme/Amidala's body into the shuttle, and had laid her reverently on his bed, as he was sure he would not be able to sleep.
"Next stop, Tatooine," he whispered to himself...
"Listen, Obi-Wan, I want you to leave right now, ok?" A very angry Owen Lars was trying to keep his control as he shook his finger menacingly at his half brother. "And STAY AWAY from Luke, you hear?" Obi-Wan shook with frustration at Owen's words.
"Did you not here me, Owen? His father will want him back." Owen just glared as the Jedi pleaded for the infant, Luke.
"If he does, he will have to kill me first," Owen replied icily.
"You don't understand, Padme Amidala gave her BLESSING that he come back to take Luke so that they could rebuild what is left of their family." Obi-Wan had sensed the change in Anakin and had immediately rushed to his "nephew's" dwelling in an attempt to ease the harsh words that would surely be traded between his one time apprentice and his brother.
"Dears, stop your fighting please?" a woman who looked to be in her early 40's left the house, with a young boy trailing behind her.
"What's going on, Grandma?" the young boy, with eyes red from crying, asked his grandmother.
"Your daddy's coming back for us Luke darling," Shmi Skywalker assured her grandson. It had been years since she had last seen him and was looking forward to the reunion. If, that is, he had returned from the darkness.
"Owen, we haven't the time to argue about this anymore, he is here," Obi-Wan related in relief at seeing the slender and large ship descend perilously close to the Lars Family Farm (LFF). As the ramp to the ship descended, a pair of feet could be seen. Soon, a tall man was unveiled. A tall man with a huge grin on his face as his daughter played with his hair. He walked slowly out of the ship, his eyes intent on his daughter. But when he raised his head, he almost dropped the infant.
"Mom?" he whispered. "Mom, is that you???" He cried as he rushed to Shmi. "I thought that I'd never see you again," At this time, the older woman and the little girl were crushed against Anakin's chest, as he embraced his mom and she embraced him (and his kid of course).
"Oh son, I've missed you so much," his mom cried softly. "I heard about Padme," she whispered, "I'm sorry,"
"Grandma!" Luke and Leia shouted at the same time, as soon as Leia was released from the death grip that her father and grandma were in. "Grandma?" they looked at each other quizzically.