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Chapter 1



Luke Naberrie flipped backwards as the blue lightsaber of his enemy reached out towards him. Luke struck and knocked him over with very minimum effort. Luke watched as the boy shook his head and glanced up. "I give up."

"Give up? Vin, we've only been sparing for fifteen minutes."

"Yeah, and you're twice my size. How did we ever get paired together for everything?"

"Both of us have masters on the council."

"That's true." Vin, a small dark humanoid threw a glance up at the wall chrono then stood up and walked past Luke, "it's dinner time."

"We have to help train some of the younger apprentices today, don't we?"

"Of course. Today is the first. Who do you have?"

"Some kid called Anakin Skywalker. Name sounds familiar but I don't remember where from."

"Oh, well, dinner first." * * * As Luke met with a few of his other close friends by the tables before he could sit down a small boy ran through and into him spilling his and Luke's tray of food all over Luke. The boy took a step back, blue eyes wide with fear. The trays dropped with a clang to the floor and a sticky, pudding-like mush dripped off Luke's face. Luke brought up a hand to wipe it off as he spat some of the stuff out and glared at the boy.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Hi, I'm Anakin Skywalker. You must be Luke Naberrie, right? Master Kenobi said you would be helping on some of my training to help you learn to be a master and give my master a break."

Luke continued to glare at the boy that was going to be his charge. "First lesson Anakin, get me a towel now before you get your first punishment. And move it!"

Anakin returned shortly with a towel and Luke snatched it away still more than slightly annoyed and tried to get all the stuff off from him but it still stained his tunic. Luke glared at the small boy that was to soon be his charge. He had had enough of him already.

Luke pushed Anakin away as he sat next to a young woman. She was about the same age as Luke and her thick blond hair was pulled back into a long braid that was flopped over her shoulder and her Padawan braid hung down as blue eyes sparked with a certain deadliness. She laughed as he took a seat and her eyes shot a daring, challenging look in his direction. She kissed his cheek silently. As the rest of the small gang just laughed at his predicament.

"You're in for it this time Naberrie."

"Why do you think that is Kanas?"

"You have to help teach that kid." Kanas Denit said as she flipped her braid over her shoulder. Vin glanced at Luke and a grin tugged at his lips as he glanced at a pair of aliens, they were laughing at him.

Luke admitted he just had to laugh with them at the entire situation.



Luke pulled off his tunic as he entered his room and threw a glance at the comm unit. He saw the small message light blinking and that surprised him. Barely anyone ever contacted him anymore. Before he could play it the comm beeped signaling an incoming message. Luke flicked the comm unit on and smiled as he saw on the holo the figure of his sister, Padmé Naberrie, Queen Amidala of Naboo. Luke smiled then tried not to laugh as he noticed his sister, the queen was in her bathrobe. Then he remembered he himself wasn't wearing any shirt and only a pair of sleeping pants.

Padmé laughed quietly as she noticed the same thing he did, she would feel uncomfortable in this predicament with any other guy but this was her brother and she didn't care.

"So what is this about? You normally don't give me night time calls seeing as we're on opposite sides of the galaxy."

"Not really. I'm in the outer rim and you're in the middle of it. Mom is wondering if your master would consider sending you home for a few weeks."

"Master Windu? Not likely. Why?"

"Sola's getting married. Mom wants you home."

"I might be able to manage it since it's a family affair. By the way Padmé, do you know any one by the name of Skywalker?"

"Yeah, he was the little boy from Tatooine. Why?"

"We have to help tutor younger students. Get us ready to become masters. He has a crush on you."

"Anakin Skywalker," Padmé laughed as she watched Luke's smiling face. She wondered how long it had been since her brother had last smiled.

"Unfortunately he's my student now. Part time at least."

"So how did the first lesson go?"

"Lesson? Not a problem. First meeting on the other hand. He ran into me at dinnertime and dumped his tray on me. Not a good first impression."

"You didn't hurt him too badly, did you?"

Luke's expression turned into one of bewilderment and he brought a hand to his chest. "Me?" he said feigning innocence. Luke hurried to cover a yawn as Padmé watched him. "I'm sorry to cut this off but I have an early morning sparring match tomorrow and the first time I come into a sparring match against Master Yoda or Master Windu low on sleep will be my last."

"Then get a good night's sleep. Good-bye Luke."

"Good-bye Padmé. Tell Mom, Dad, and Sola that I miss them. Good night, I love you."

Padmé signed off and Luke went towards his bed and fell onto it. He already knew the answer. The Masters were very against Padawans having contact with their families because then they would depend on their Master less and less and would grow more home sick. And if his Master let Luke return home he would have to allow other older Padawans return home regularly. Master Windu wouldn't bend the rules and play favorites for him.

Chapter 2 As Mace Windu shut his lightsaber off he watched his Padawan closely. Luke had seemed preoccupied and distracted during the entire lesson and Mace had never before seen him like that.

"Luke, did something happen?"

"No Master, I'm sorry."

"Training is over. You may leave."

"Yes Master," Luke said as he left with a bow. * * * Mace entered his Padawan's room silently and saw Luke lying on his bed staring at a single holograph. . Mace saw on the holograph were two adults and three children. The woman had long brown hair and brown eyes and looked much like the two girls. In between the two girls was a single boy with bright blue eyes and blond hair that was brushed back neatly.

"Your sister called."

Luke nodded his head but refused to look at his Master. "They want me to come back for a few weeks. Sola's getting married."

"Luke, you know the rules."

Luke stood up and faced his Master. "I know the rules. You've pounded them into my head and drilled them into me. This is why I never mentioned it. I know you would never bend the rules for my sake. You're a senior member of the council and hope for me to someday be the same so you will refuse to bend your own rules for every other ordinary Padawan. But you must remember I'm not in any way an ordinary Padawan. You forget that I still have duties towards my family. If it came down to a decision of my duty towards my family and my duty towards the Jedi I would have to decide and I think that by now you would know my decision. Your stingy laws make them impossible to coexist."

Mace took a step back in order to look his Padawan in his face. He had finally noticed that he had grown up without Mace even knowing, leaving him behind. Mace had realized that while he had been busy the little boy whom had been like a son to him had grown into a young man. Luke now towered over him. At over seven feet he was considered a giant. "Then perhaps you need to chose where your loyalty lies."

"Then I guess I'd better pack my bags. Good luck, Master Windu." Luke reached into a closet and pulled out a pair of bags and began packing them.

"Luke, what are you doing?"

"Leaving."

"Luke, don't do this."

Luke dropped one of the bags, "you know where my loyalty lies if it comes down to it."



* * * Mace entered the meditation chamber silently as he saw the small green Jedi Master floating in the air obviously in meditation. He was discouraged by his Padawan's thoughts on the Order but it wasn't to be unexpected. Luke had often been rebellious against the order.

"With Padawan, another fight had you." Said a familiar voice from behind Mace. He turned to see Yoda hobbling towards him with his gimer stick.

"Not a fight but his loyalty towards the Order is rapidly decreasing, and his loyalty towards his family is growing stronger. It has been since he regained contact with his sister."

"Expected, it was. Discourage it, you should not."

"Then you think you were mistaken about Luke being the chosen one?"

"Before Yoda could answer they were interrupted by a young man that seemed frantic. "Master Kenobi, can we help you?"

"I'm sorry Masters," Obi-Wan Kenobi said with a bow. "Anakin has seemed to have gone missing again." * * * Luke Naberrie glared at the figure that seemed insistent on following him. Anakin Skywalker, his own personal annoyance. Luke frustratedly shoed him away and then looked up relieved as he saw Masters Windu, Yoda, and Kenobi coming.

"Masters," Luke said with a curt bow as Anakin jumped up and tried to hide behind Luke.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan growled as he took his Padawan's arm and dragged him away. "That will not help you avoid punishment."

"Luke, it seems you need a vacation."

"Master?"

"Master Yoda and I have been thinking. You'll join me on a recent assignment. Better pack your stuff."

"Yes Master. What will we be doing?"

"Just sit in on a few boring political meetings."

"Yes Master," Luke said with a nod. Political meetings were very boring but at least it was better than remaining on Coruscant. If he stayed on Coruscant much longer he would go insane.



As the ship came into a landing Luke glanced over at Mace. "Master, what is this mission for? We usually don't get involved with political matters."

"The Senate requested our presence here."

"Yes Master."

As they disembarked the shuttle Luke recognized the familiar surroundings of Theed, the capitol of his homeplanet of Naboo. He was home. "So why again are we here?" Luke asked Mace with a grin on his face however hard he tried to hide it.

"We are here to meet the Queen," Mace said not looking at his Padawan but able to feel his unbridled joy over the Force. The Queen of Naboo after all was none other than Luke's younger sister.

"Thank you, Master."

"You went on a boring political meeting like usual. All you did was sit through meetings, remember that."

"Yes Master."

"Good."



"Master Jedi, I am honored by your presence." Queen Amidala said calmly as Mace Windu approached her throne after he had been announced. Then she noticed the figure beside him. Tall, with blond hair cut short except for the long braid that fell to his waist. The Queen dismissed her guards and handmaidens so that she was alone with the Jedi. Then she did what most would assume was unexpected. The Queen came forward and brought the tall Padawan into a large hug.

As she pulled away she looked him directly in the eyes. "Luke, I'm so glad you could make it. Everyone's going to be so excited. We can head home in a little bit. One of my decoys is taking my place for the next few weeks. We still have a room for you."

"Thank you Padmé but I'm afraid I'm going to have to stay in a hotel in Theed. I wouldn't be able to take the hospitality of my family when my Master cannot."

"Luke, we still have a guest room, remember."

"It seems I didn't. I have spent too far from home for far too long."



Mace Windu scanned the small group of people as Luke introduced him to his parents, Jobal and Ruwee, and his older sister, Sola. They seemed ecstatic to have Luke returned. Mace now knew why Yoda had instructed him to do this. Luke needed it, needed his family unlike many of the other Padawans. But Luke wasn't like them and that was the difference.

"We're glad to finally meet the man that has been raising our son," Ruwee said with a discreet nod of his head indicating Luke as he spoke to Mace.

"I can't help but to notice that Luke looks very much like the rest of your family, as if he only had a different father."

"Master Jedi, I can promise you I have always been loyal to my husband and considering Luke's age I would have been carrying our youngest daughter at the time."

"I'm not accusing you of anything, I'm just noting the peculiar resemblance. You must admit it's certainly peculiar."

"It's just coincidence. Nothing more. Any mention of his former family will most likely upset Luke."

"You don't think he could take any mention?"

"No."

"It's a pity you never kept in contact. You don't seem to know your son very well. He's capable of more than you think."



"You were arguing with them about me," Luke stated as Mace entered the garden.

"Luke, I didn't know you were there."

"Perhaps, Master, you need to be more aware of your surroundings."

"What makes you think your abilities in the Force are attuned enough to tell me what to do?"

"I was able to shield my presence even from you, either your losing your ability to sense the Force or I'm getting stronger."

"Oh really, and you believe you can defeat me?"

"Perhaps."

"I guess we'll just have to find out." Mace moved into an open area away from plants and ignited his purple blade. From behind him Luke's green blade sprung to life. Mace swung towards him and the green and purple intercepted with a clash and a flash of light. Luke swung the blade over his head and down towards his Master. The blades brutally met once again and the fight continued, each swipe of the blade growing more vicious and more of a danger to both Jedi.

The fight ended quickly and brutally as Luke hooked his foot behind Mace's ankle and dumped him on his back. "I believe I have won Master."

Chapter 3 Luke hurried away from the house, away from his master as he pulled the black jacket over the tight gray t-shirt. His civilian clothes were enough to disguise him but he needed to get away from them. They were becoming oppressing, trying to force to become something he was not. He headed further away from the city and the palace with its sparkling walls. He double checked the charge of his blaster and quickly put it back into the low-slung holster that hung against his thigh. The blaster, of course, was not his only weapon. He wasn't a fool after all, he kept the others concealed but his lightsaber was not among them. It was too risky, the lightsaber was too obvious and a well-known sign of his profession.

Luke watched the people carefully, watched every step they took, every movement that caught his eyes. Any of those that thought to look twice at him were rewarded with a glare that could kill.

Those that didn't know the planet well thought its residents to be peaceful. They thought the planet as beautiful and harmless, but they were wrong. It was only way to those that were blinded by outward appearance. Naboo had an underworld just like anywhere else. Luke had been from it long, but not long enough to forget, he knew the laws of survival. He was young when he had been taken away from the dreary streets, had become nothing but a little rich boy. He had moved from that to the Padawan of one of the leading members of the Jedi Council. With a history like that he didn't have to listen to anyone. The best education, the best training, everything was the best, because he deserved the best. He no longer answered to anyone but himself, he didn't need to.

Luke entered the bar and waved a waitress over as he sat down in a chair by a table in the far corner. It was rather dark but he wanted to avoid attention. Luke attempted to shun the attention of the waitress away as she leaned down to give Luke his drink while letting her loose shirt fall open.

Luke took the drink and pulled away from her but then noticed a particularly large man direct a glare towards him. Luke continued to ignore him but shortly got up and left. He had not wanted trouble, he just wanted to be alone but once again it seemed that trouble had found him.

Luke jumped out of the way as the fist descended on him. The drink was knocked off and Luke glanced over his shoulder as he got back to his feet. The man that had been glaring at him charged him again and Luke turned around and jumped out of the way as if he was a rampaging bull grabbing his arm in the process and twisting it back.

"Listen, buddy, whatever she does is not my problem. So don't take it out on me!" The man struggled against Luke's strong hold on his arm and Luke twisted it harder trying to get the man to hold still but to no such luck. Luke had no decision but to try to stop him and when the man tried to twist away Luke couldn't disentangle his arms quick enough and he wasn't about to loosen up on his grip. Luke winced when he heard the bone snap. Luke let him go at his sudden fear as he heard the snap and quickly retreated.

Luke stopped in the middle of the street and noticed her was breathing hard. He didn't know how he had broken the man's arm and it was scaring him. * * * "Master Jedi, may I help you with something?"

"Yes Ruwee you can help me by listening to what I have to tell you of your son."

Ruwee rubbed his face expecting the worse. He knew Luke had become a magnet for trouble since he began training. "What trouble has the boy found himself in this time? I swear that boy was bred for trouble."

"He's in a great deal of trouble but none of his own making. Tell me, have you ever heard of the 'Programmed'?"

"Stars," Ruwee whispered as he watched the Jedi Master. He had heard of them and wanted nothing to do with them. He thought their experiments inhumane. But what could he do if his son was one of them? "Who was he created from?"

"A man sent from the future into our time who died in their labs from the exposure. This man was the son of your youngest daughter and a Jedi Knight named Anakin Skywalker."

"This man, is Padmé's son? No wonder you questioned his heritage. He's related to us so he looks like us. We're going to have to tell Padmé."

"And Luke if he doesn't already know."

"You question his knowledge Master Jedi?"

"I think he may know some but not all. Ruwee, he may be your son but he has been my apprentice for many years. I know him as well as anyone else."

"Luke can't be one of them, you know it as well as I do."

"I know the facts." * * * The days went by quickly and the vacation was running shorter and shorter. Sola was hardly seen anymore and the bustle was everywhere in the house. Padmé left early each morning as the Queen she had her own duties to fulfill and Sola and their mother were always making preparations for the wedding. Master Windu and his father seemed to be always busy to which left Luke completely alone until the day of the wedding finally came.

Chapter 4 Luke Naberrie hurried to get dressed as soon as Jobal woke him up warning him to hurry up. Of all the days to sleep in of course this was the only day Luke actually did and caused problems anew.

"Hurry up! Luke! We're going to be late!" His mother yelled up the steps as Luke plunged into a freezing cold shower that shook him awake. He finished quickly and pulled on the clothing his mother had left for him, at least it was better her choosing than Padmé or Sola. It was a bright reddish orange jacket. Then he noticed the sleeves were over sleeves on top of the normally tight sleeves on the jacket, ideal for hiding a weapon.

As Luke quickly ran down the steps Jobal tossed him a piece of fruit to eat on the way to the Lake Side Retreat where the wedding was being held.

"Luke today was not a day to sleep in."

"I've noticed that. Wake me up earlier next time."

"There won't be a next time. Sola only gets married once."

"More than once is possible," he pointed out to his frantic mother as he took a bite out of the piece of fruit.

"Possible, yes, but we don't want to consider it. Now scurry, get your sister out of bed." Jobal swatted him on the bottom as he came past her.

"What? You're yelling at me and she's not even up yet?"

"Not Sola, Padmé."

"Padmé is even worse. Do you realize how long it takes her to get ready? Remember she's waited on hand and foot by servants."

"Just go Luke before we're even later than we're already going to be."

Luke glanced at the chrono and frowned. "Mom! We have three hours before we're even supposed to be there! We're not going to be late!"

"You think you know everything. Just get her up!"

Luke shook his head but dragged up the steps anyway and peeked into Padmé's room. She of course was still asleep. Luke walked over to her bed and knelt down grabbing the bottom of her mattress flipping it over and once she was off dropping it back onto the bed.

Padmé was on her feet again in half a second and running after Luke, chasing him down the steps. Luke raced out the door past his parents and a still half asleep Mace Windu with Padmé on his heels as Luke, instead of going down the steps, flipped over the bushes and landed hard on the ground. Padmé glared at him as he turned around then headed back inside to get dressed. Luke headed up the steps after her and noticed Mace Windu giving him a disapproving glare but his father was sitting in a chair laughing quietly at their teenage antics.

"Luke, my boy, you've been gone far too long. Teenagers," he sighed. "It's great to have them around but they make your hair fall out." Ruwee laughed again as he eyes Mace's baldhead.

Mace was angry with him though and was going to let Luke know immediately. Mace grabbed Luke's arm and pulled him into a corner. "That was completely inappropriate behavior. I never want to see that juvenile behavior my young Padawan. Do you understand?"

Luke nodded and let his head droop, "yes Master."

"Good," Mace reached up and slapped Luke across the face. "Let this be a lesson to you." Luke left the corner and everyone silently ate breakfast. Luke did not say another word and a few hours later they left for the lake retreat.



As the soft music began playing after the ceremony Luke excused himself from the room not really wanting to be there. He had spent much time at the retreat when he was younger and they were fond memories. But those memories reminded him of one thing. His parents had taught him selflessness not the selfishness he had been showing just because he was in a higher position than others. He had forgotten that, forgotten who he was and he was going to change that if it was up to him.