Epilogue: Dust in the Wind
Four years later
Tatooine was hot whether it was summer or winter. It had taken a while for him to get used to it, but now that he had it wasn't hard for him to walk around in the heavy robes he'd grown accustomed to wearing over the years.
He rarely came to town. There wasn't need for it. Today there was though, for a heavy sandstorm had damaged his hut and destroyed his food supply. So he browsed the stalls of the Anchorhead market. He was passing the store that worked as a mail center and general store when a voice called out to him.
"Hey, Ben," Roni called. "A package came for you today."
Old Ben Kenobi turned to the young man who called him. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. To Ben Kenobi. It can this morning on a freighter from Alderaan."
Ben took the package warily. "Thank you, Roni."
"No problem, Ben."
Ben headed back towards his hut, the package tucked under his arm. He opened it as soon as he got there, surprised to see a holo-disc. He slipped it in his reader.
A hologram of Bail Organa appeared before him. "Greetings, Ben Kenobi. It has been many years since we last spoke. I regret that this transmission must be to give you bad news. Our dear friend Padme Nabierre has died. She never recovered after the loss of her son. She will be missed- as you are, my friend." Bail was silent for a moment. "May the Force be with you." Bail's image flickered and died.
Ben Kenobi stood and wandered outside. He was in his speeder and heading towards the Lars' moisture farm before he even realized where he was going. Beru was playing with a small blond boy right outside the small entrance to their home.
Luke. He was their last hope. Ben smiled down at the little boy. Luke got shakily to his feet and grinned, pointing a chubby finger at the old man. Beru looked up and immediately grabbed the boy to take him inside. She looked apologetic, though. He could tell she didn't agree with Owen's ruling. But she would go along with it, and for now that was alright.
Tatoo I had already set, and Tatoo II wouldn't be far behind. He stared out at them, soaking up the last rays of sun. He turned away, knowing he had to make it back by dark.
Obi-Wan Kenobi smiled into the fading light. The sun would rise again- and so would the Republic.
A/N: The end. Aw…. But we all know its not the end. Plus, if you're still interested after reading my riveting version of the tale, George What's-his-face still has one coming out in…. about 1000 days. And his version is guaranteed to be better than mine, complete with Ewan McGregor *and* popcorn! That alone is worth the 15 bucks you *know* tickets are gonna cost in 2005. And if you can't wait, go read Twinks' version of Ep. III… If she ever decides to update. Thanks for reading and reviewing. Adios and MTFBWY!
Four years later
Tatooine was hot whether it was summer or winter. It had taken a while for him to get used to it, but now that he had it wasn't hard for him to walk around in the heavy robes he'd grown accustomed to wearing over the years.
He rarely came to town. There wasn't need for it. Today there was though, for a heavy sandstorm had damaged his hut and destroyed his food supply. So he browsed the stalls of the Anchorhead market. He was passing the store that worked as a mail center and general store when a voice called out to him.
"Hey, Ben," Roni called. "A package came for you today."
Old Ben Kenobi turned to the young man who called him. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. To Ben Kenobi. It can this morning on a freighter from Alderaan."
Ben took the package warily. "Thank you, Roni."
"No problem, Ben."
Ben headed back towards his hut, the package tucked under his arm. He opened it as soon as he got there, surprised to see a holo-disc. He slipped it in his reader.
A hologram of Bail Organa appeared before him. "Greetings, Ben Kenobi. It has been many years since we last spoke. I regret that this transmission must be to give you bad news. Our dear friend Padme Nabierre has died. She never recovered after the loss of her son. She will be missed- as you are, my friend." Bail was silent for a moment. "May the Force be with you." Bail's image flickered and died.
Ben Kenobi stood and wandered outside. He was in his speeder and heading towards the Lars' moisture farm before he even realized where he was going. Beru was playing with a small blond boy right outside the small entrance to their home.
Luke. He was their last hope. Ben smiled down at the little boy. Luke got shakily to his feet and grinned, pointing a chubby finger at the old man. Beru looked up and immediately grabbed the boy to take him inside. She looked apologetic, though. He could tell she didn't agree with Owen's ruling. But she would go along with it, and for now that was alright.
Tatoo I had already set, and Tatoo II wouldn't be far behind. He stared out at them, soaking up the last rays of sun. He turned away, knowing he had to make it back by dark.
Obi-Wan Kenobi smiled into the fading light. The sun would rise again- and so would the Republic.
A/N: The end. Aw…. But we all know its not the end. Plus, if you're still interested after reading my riveting version of the tale, George What's-his-face still has one coming out in…. about 1000 days. And his version is guaranteed to be better than mine, complete with Ewan McGregor *and* popcorn! That alone is worth the 15 bucks you *know* tickets are gonna cost in 2005. And if you can't wait, go read Twinks' version of Ep. III… If she ever decides to update. Thanks for reading and reviewing. Adios and MTFBWY!