Disclaimer: Star Wars does not belong to me and any similarities
between this and any other story are purely coincidental

Obi-Wan Kenobi stepped off his ship as the Tatooine winds whipped
around him, ripping at his Jedi robes. He pulled the robes tighter
around the bundle in his arms as he began to run. He was breathing
hard as the sandy air ripped and scorched his lungs. He felt the
dreadful fear as he took one step after another. Would he attack in
the middle of Mos Eisley? Yes, he would. There was no question about
it; he would attack. Obi-Wan ran fast as he reached the speeder
rental area. He was breathing hard.

"I need a speeder!"

"Do you have the credits to pay?"

"I have Old Republic credits."

"No good," the Trandoshan flared its claws at obi-Wan but he was not
swayed.

"I need a speeder," Obi-Wan said once again but some emphasis
through the Force.

"Yes, go ahead."

As Obi-Wan passed the nervousness
returned as the spaceport grew quiet and he checked to be sure about
the safety of the bundle he was carrying.

"Master Kenobi you should know better than to use the Force lightly,
it could spell your doom." A deep ominous voice bespoke from behind
him.

Darth Vader, Obi-Wan's mind screamed at him to run even though he
knew he never stood a chance, not against Vader.

Obi-Wan took a step back from the speeded and his heart wrenched
with fear. He removed his robe and set down the bundle taking his
lightsaber from his belt and calmed himself. He had no reason to
fear death. He would become one with the Force.

Vader's breath was loud and menacing, it spelled the sound of death.
Vader had killed so many Jedi before, how would Obi-Wan be any
different.

Vader ignited his lightsaber and aggressively attacked him. Obi-Wan
called on all his strength. What had happened to the resolve he had
used to defeat the Sith whom had murdered his master, Qui-Gon Jinn.
He needed it now.

Obi-Wan tired and lost ground as the red blade, like blood, drove
into his chest. *I'm sorry, young Luke's fate is now in the hands of
the Force. *

Vader kicked at the unmoving body of Obi-Wan Kenobi. He had died
just like all the fool Jedi before him. He crossed over to the
bundle that Obi-Wan had placed on the ground and lifted it up,
unwrapping it. His mind froze in shock as the infant's blue eyes
opened and looked on the menacing mask of his father.

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"Lord Vader," the commander of the Star Destroyer said, his voice
shaking as the menacing black armored figure walked past him. He
inspired fear in all that looked upon him except for the tiny child
in his arms that was cooing softly. *What did Kenobi want with this
child? I can sense the Force. It is strong within him. How could a
Jedi child escape the raids? I wiped them out! *

"Take the child commander. Put him away with the rest. As a gift to
the Emperor."

"Yes, Lord Vader."

The commander shakily put out his arms and took the bundle. He
couldn't believe his mighty warship had been reduced to a carrier
for Jedi brats. The commander cringed a little as he stepped into a
room filled with children all wailing at the top of their lungs. The
infant remained silent as the commander handed him off to one of the
others there. "Another Jedi brat for the Emperor," He snarled as he
glared at all the whining, whimpering, sniveling children.

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Emperor Palpatine peered out of the dark cowls of his robes. The
children that surrounded him were all Force sensitive. Children of
the accursed Jedi Knights.

"Kill them. Kill them all."

"All? My Emperor?"

"I have several servants being trained I am in need of no more."

He paused as he passed the children and his eyes were drawn to a
single infant.

"Who is that?"

"The Jedi child Obi-Wan was carrying."

"Take him, kill the rest."