I do not own the characters created by George Lucas, only my own. I also use direct dialogue from the movie, since some scenes are copied from it. I do not claim to own them. Much thanks to the book 'A New Hope' by Ryder Windham to help with the lines and stuff for this one, and to the online scripts I've found. They really help.

Hey guys! I was so impressed with how many people enjoyed the first part of this series, so I've decided to continue it on sooner then expected! Hope you enjoy it:D

Vataloni's View

She stared across the hut at Obi-Wan, his eyes closed and deep in meditation. He was speaking with Qui-Gon, most likely, and would not notice her eyes lingering on him. Over the past decade or so, he had spent a great deal of time speaking with his previous Master, usually about his worries, or things he did not want to trouble Vataloni with. On some occasions she was grateful he did not come to her, since there were many instances where she could not think of the answers he had needed.

Qui-Gon was a fascinating man, even though he was merely a voice of the Force. Obi-Wan had taught Vataloni how to speak to him, and how to sooth her thoughts so she could listen to the dead Jedi Master properly. Her use of the Force had grown much stronger under his teachings, and now all thoughts of her still being a Sith were long forgotten. Dueling skills, meditation, and persuasion were among Vataloni's strong points, and she was proud of her abilities now, no longer doubting herself.

One thing she wished she could have changed was time.

The years had been somewhat kind to Obi-Wan. He was still physically fit, and his hair, though no longer brown, had not thinned, as most men's would have. She usually made many playful pokes at his whitening scalp; it was something they joked about together. But Obi-Wan was nearly twenty years her senior, and all the signs of his old age had the tendency to show themselves whenever Vataloni took the time to look deeply upon him.

As for her looks, they had not changed very much. Her hair had grown much longer, and she usually kept the brown mass of curls tied up and out of the way, finding it to be a burden on some occasions. She had grown fitter, and lost her thin body. It was now a little more toned then it had been when she first met Obi-Wan all those years ago in the Jedi Temple.

They had spent a great deal of their lives in the deserts of Tatooine, much to Vataloni's displeasure. She longed to be back in the action of space, fighting villains and seeing to the safety of a certain Senator. The hot climate had turned her pale skin to a light bronze tone, and she hated it. When Vataloni finally noticed she was no longer pale as she once was, she began to cover up in her heavy Jedi cloak whenever she went outside, which was also a heavy burden.

However much Vataloni hated the tiny planet, she knew they were doing something important to the galaxy. Luke Skywalker had grown up into quite the handsome young man. Obi-Wan would take the time to see him every so often, and Vataloni used to join him during those check-ups, but once Luke turned fifteen, he looked too much like his father, and Vataloni could no longer look at the boy without feeling the sorrow in her soul. She missed Anakin. She missed Padme. She even missed Mace Windu, though not as much. Although she was ecstatic about spending all of her time with the love of her life, she wished she could have seen her old friends again, as they once were.

The one man she made a habit of trying not to think about was Chancellor Palpatine, now officially known as The Emperor. Tatooine was a far off planet, and little word about the comings and goings of politics reached the planet, but whenever Vataloni went down to Mos Eisely, she made the effort to ask around and find out what had been happening. News had reached the common folk, and the gossip was that The Emperor and his apprentice, Lord Vader, were on a galaxy wide search for the remaining Jedi, killing them off once found. There were many times Vataloni worried about her safety, but all she needed to do was look outside, and she would realize nothing could ever hurt her out here.

"What are we doing today?" Vataloni inquired as Obi-Wan rustled around in the back room of their hut, "You seem to be in a bit of a fuss..."

"The Tuskens are on the move," Obi-Wan explained, tossing her a dark cloak, "It's in Luke's region... I want to make sure he isn't out and in the way."

Vataloni slid into the cloak and placed her lightsaber on her hip, "Are you sure your up for a walk... You seem a little stiff today."

"I'm fine," he stressed, sending her a warm smile, "I just slept a little funny last night... Managed to get these old bones locked together."

"I told you we need a bigger bed," Vataloni sighed, glancing back to the small bed they had been sharing for years, "It's not going to get easier, you know."

"Vataloni," he groaned, pulling up the hood of his cloak, "What did we talk about?"

"You tune out all forms of my nagging," she grumbled, pushing past him and out the door, "I know!"

She quickly readjusted her sandals and stepped out onto the sand, pulling her hood up to shield her eyes from the glaring sun. Their hut was quite close to Luke and his family, which made it easy to get to incase of an emergency. The Lars knew they were living close by, and at times acted too arrogant when it came to tending to their fields. Vataloni knew the crops were important for their survival, but Luke was important to the survival of the Jedi kind. He needed more security when he was outside.

Obi-Wan gripped Vataloni's hand firmly as they walked along the dunes. She often wondered why they wore such dark cloaks when they were patrolling. Obi-Wan's excuse was that they made them look like a Tusken Raider, and would ward off anyone who tried to hurt them. Surprisingly, it had worked on several occasions.

"Do you hear that?" she asked suddenly, freezing on the spot, "Do you feel that?"

He nodded, "Luke is coming closer... He's impatient..."

"He'll be irrational," she sighed, urging him forward, "And can you feel the Tuskens? They are close too... We're all within a hundred feet or so..."

"We must not rush into this," Obi-Wan chided, holding her back to a slow walk in the sands, "We'll only intervene if Luke needs us. You know the rules..."

"He mustn't know," Vataloni mumbled, reciting Yoda's final words before they departed, "Ever."

The pair moved slowly towards a rocky cliff. It was the peak of the hill, and if they walked any further, they would most likely slide down the large dune to the rocky bottom. Vataloni's breath hitched in her throat when Luke's orange landspeeder pulled up and the young, sandy haired Luke Skywalker jumped out, stumbling forward on the rocky gravel to a droid. Vataloni's face wrinkled as she pondered over the explanation of him having such a magnificent droid, and even more so, why it was out here. Her eyes narrowed and realization hit when she skimmed over the codings on him, "R2..."

"What?"

"It's R2," she whispered urgently, pulling Obi-Wan closer to glance around the wall. She pointed at the droid Luke was standing in front of, "It's R2! And look... C3PO... Why are they out here?"

"Are you sure it's them?" Obi-Wan asked skeptically, "There are a lot of droids out here, Vataloni... Most work on the fields-"

"Can't you tell by the markings?" she demanded, "Look! It's him! Obi-Wan, this means something!"

"Don't jump to conclusions," he scolded, but his eyes slowly changed to curiosity, "I thought we left them with Bail Organa... Surely they would belong to Leia by now."

"Exactly!" she hissed happily, rolling her eyes, "Don't you see! This means something is wrong! I can feel her distress even now!"

"Vataloni, should we- Oh dear."

During their bickering, the couple had not noticed the group of Sand People that had attacked Luke and his landspeeder. When they looked back, the Tuskens were moving around the speeder, throwing things here and there, while Luke lay unconscious on the ground. Vataloni noted R2 had shuffled back into a small cave below some rock formations, and C3PO was on the ground, his arm separate from his golden body.

"How did we not here that?" Vataloni mused, drawing out her lightsaber. Obi-Wan grinned, "A lovers spat can block out the world."

She gave him a quick kiss before starting to climb the hazel coloured stone, putting herself above the action of everything. She wished she had something to shoot the pesky raiders with, but Obi-Wan refused to have a 'primitive' blaster in the hut. Glancing back down to the ground, she noticed Obi-Wan had removed his black cloak, and dawned a brown one with long sleeves, one that nearly made him look twice his normal size.

"It's a good look for you," she laughed as she continued to climb up the small wall, faintly hearing him chuckle to himself. When she finally reached the top of the rocky wall, she spotted several bantha creatures sitting unattended while their owners ravaged Luke's vehicle. A howl suddenly echoed from beside her, and she grinned. Obi-Wan's impressions of large creatures were getting better with age, and she nearly believed them to be real. With his large hood masking his face, and the long sleeves of his cloak trailing down, he stumbled down the sandy hill, waving his long arms widely and shouting.

The Tuskens looked up anxiously from their work and finally spotted Obi-Wan's form moving towards them. Hastily, they picked up their belongings and scuttled off, leaping onto the banthas and leaving. Vataloni grinned; they were cowards in small numbers. Luckily, there had only been three or four of them. If they had the entire tribe there, trouble would have ensured.

Vataloni scrambled off the rocks and hurried down to Obi-Wan, who was kneeling beside Luke, his palm pressed firmly against the young man's forehead. Vataloni looked back to R2, who almost seemed concerned about Luke's condition, and was leaning forward on its legs. She smiled and lowered her hood, "Hello there! Come here, little one. There's no need to be frightened anymore, R2-D2."

The droid beeped enthusiastically at its name, then the tone of the beeping lowered, and his head spiraled towards Luke. Obi-Wan removed his hood and sighed, "Oh... Don't you worry about him, he'll be fine."

Vataloni placed a light hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder and studied Luke's features, finally noticing him stirring.

"Easy now," Obi-Wan chuckled, helping the young man sit up, "Rest easy, son, you've had a busy day. You're fortunate to be all in one piece."

"Ben," Vataloni chided, giving his shoulder a squeeze, "Don't lecture him... He's only just woken up!"

Luke frowned and ran a hand through his hair, studying herself and her mate. Vataloni kneeled down so he wouldn't have to look up at the sun anymore. She grasped his face and took a good look at his eye, "Got a bit of a black eye there... Oh well. Something to prove you tangled with the raiders."

"I don't think I'd want to brag about losing," Luke muttered, gently prodding his eye. Obi-Wan smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes and cheeks protruding out, "Perhaps you could brag about surviving, young one."

Luke stared at Obi-Wan for a moment, and his eyes suddenly widened, "Ben! Ben Kenobi? Boy, am I glad to see you!"

"You seem to be famous," Vataloni chuckled, grasping Luke's callused hands and hauling him to his feet. Once she was sure he could stand without swaying too much, she gently held Obi-Wan's elbow and helped him up. She knew he hated it when she helped, but she did it because she loved him. Obi-Wan's eyes squinted as he studied Luke, "The Jundland wastes are not to be traveled lightly. Tell me young Luke, what brings you out this far?"

"Oh!" Luke returned back to the conversation and beckoned for R2 to come closer, "It's this little droid... I think he's searching for his former Master. I've never seen such devotion in a droid before!"

Vataloni smiled down at R2, remembering his loyalty from the past. He was a good little droid, and a useful one at that.

"He claims to be the property of an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Is he a relative of yours?" Luke asked, placing his hands comfortably on his hips and glancing back at the driod, "Do you know who he's talking about?"

"He says he belongs to Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Vataloni repeated, holding in the urge to smile broadly. She would have told him right out who they were, but Obi-Wan did not seem to want to say anything quite yet. Obi-Wan walked over to a large rock and sat down, his hand going to his white beard, stroking it, "Obi-Wan Kenobi... That is a name I have not heard in a very long time..."

Luke and Vataloni moved closer to him, R2 following Vataloni closely. With a hint of smugness, Luke continued, "I think my uncle knows him... He said he was dead."

Vataloni snorted and looked away, a wry grin on her face. She ignored the scolding look she received from Obi-Wan as he mused aloud, "Obi-Wan Kenobi... Oh, he's not dead. Not yet."

"So you know him?" Luke asked excitedly, his energy level suddenly picking up. Obi-Wan smiled kindly, "Of course I know him... He's me! I haven't gone by the name of Obi-Wan since... oh... Before you were born."

Vataloni nodded, remembering when he had told her to call him Ben, and nothing more. She found the name too humble for such a great man, but he would not have her call him 'Master' or 'Obi-Wan' when they landed on Tatooine. Perhaps the name brought back too many horrible memories, for both of them, and he was just sparing them the heartache.

"Then... Then the droid does belong to you," Luke assumed, stepping aside and letting R2 move awkwardly over the sand to be included in the circle. Vataloni frowned, "I don't remember us owning R2... He belonged to..."

She swallowed back Anakin's name and fell silent, earning her a curious look from Luke. She smiled and held out her name, "Most people don't know me... Vataloni Kenobi."

Though they had not married, she took Obi-Wan's last name to keep things simple when it came to meeting people. She couldn't remember her last name, or even her second name, so Kenobi suited her just fine.

"There are rumours about you," Luke explained, shaking her hand firmly, "About a beautiful temptress who lives with Ben Kenobi... I guess these rumours are true."

Vataloni felt her cheeks darken, and Obi-Wan held in a laugh, "Temptress? Well... You seem to have an awful lot to live up to, Vataloni."

She smacked his arm lightly and shot him a look, "Be nice."

R2 beeped enthusiastically and Obi-Wan sighed, glancing around to the large, surrounding cliffs, "We should start to head indoors. The Sandpeople frighten easily, but they will return, and in larger numbers."

Vataloni helped Obi-Wan back to his feet, and as the pair made their way back to Luke's speeder, the young man froze, "I think... 3PO!"

"Where has that klutz gone?" Vataloni mused. She had not spent a great deal of him with the golden droid, even when he served Padme. Vataloni found him a little annoying.

"There," Obi-Wan stated, rushing past Luke and Vataloni, over to the broken body of 3PO. The droid groaned loudly, "Oh... Where am I? I must have taken a bad step!"

"Can you stand?" Vataloni inquired. Luke hurried to her side, bending down to grasp one of 3PO's arms, "We need to get out of here before the Sandpeople return."

"I don't think I can stand," the droid wailed loudly, "You go on, Master Luke. There's no point in you risking your life on my account. I'm done for!"

"Now what kinda talk is that?" Luke asked lightly, both he and Obi-Wan helped 3PO to his feet, "You'll be fine!"

Vataloni's senses suddenly picked up, and she could feel a large number of creatures making their way towards the small group. They couldn't reveil to Luke they were Jedis out in the open, not here. She winced, "We need to get out of here... They're on the move."

"We have a hut, not far from here," Obi-Wan explained, "If this is still flyable, I will give you directions, and we can fix your droid there."

Vataloni caught a hint of marvel in Luke's eye. Apparently, no one had ever been kind to him for no reason before.

Vataloni now wished their hut had been larger, since everything seemed horribly cramped as the three humans and two droids squished inside. Luke was busy fixing 3PO's arm, R2 was hovering around Obi-Won while he sat on the stone bench near the door, and Vataloni was seated on their table, her usual place ot meditation. It was an odd place to meditate, but it was the only clear space in the hut left for meditating, unless she wanted to use the floor.

The group had been in the hut for quite some time now, and the main topic of conversation was Luke's father. Both Obi-Wan and Vataloni made the effort to leave out some details, and told Luke about his father before he turned to the Dark Side of the Force.

"No, my father didn't fight in the Clone wars," Luke chuckled, disbelieving what Vataloni had just told him, "He was a navigator on a spice freighter."

"That's what your uncle told you," Vataloni countered calmly, "He didn't agree with your father's ideals... Thought he should have stayed here and not gotten involved."

"You fought in the Clone Wars?" Luke asked, slightly astonished, "Really?"

"We both did," Obi-Wan said finally, coming out of his silence, "We were once Jedi Knights, like your father. Vataloni still clings to the belief there is hope for our kind."

Vataloni frowned; she had never heard him talk like that before. Perhaps it was just a way to get Luke to sympathize with their cause.

"I wish I had known him..." Luke muttered solemnly, "My father sounds... great."

"He was," Vataloni agreed, "He was one of the best pilots the galaxy had ever seen, and a very cunning warrior."

"I understand you've become quite the pilot yourself," Obi-Wan complimented, causing Luke to grin bashfully, "But your father was a good friend of ours... Which reminds me."

He rose to his feet and shuffled over to one of their wooden trunks, gently popping the lock and opening it. Vataloni wondered what he was retrieving, but smiled when she noticed he had taken out Anakin's old lightsaber.

"Your father wanted you to have this, when you were old enough," Obi-Wan explained, handing the lightsaber to Luke. The young man held it gently at first, then pressed the igniter, causing the blue blade to hum to life. His eyes widened and he swung it about, noting how easily it swung through the air. Obi-Wan watched him for a moment before going on, "But your uncle wouldn't allow it. Thought you'd follow old Obi-Wan on some damned-fool idealistic crusade like your father did."

"Sir," 3PO piped from behind his Master, "If you won't be needing me, I'll shut off."

"Sure, go ahead."

Luke stared up at the lightsaber curiously, "What is this?"

"It's your father's lightsaber," Vataloni explained, "It's the weapon of a Jedi..."

"Not as clumsy as a blaster," Obi-Wan noted, causing Vataloni to grin, remembering his dislike for blasters, "An elegant weapon for a more civilized day... For over a thousand generations the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic. Before the dark times... Before the Empire."

Vataloni picked up in the sadness riding on his voice and sent him a sympathetic look, which he caught. Luke, who was still fascinated with the weapon, suddenly asked, "How did he die?"

Obi-Wan fumbled over his words, and Vataloni decided to answer the question, "A young Sith named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of Ben's, helped the Empire hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father."

It was the truth, just in a twisted way. Vataloni figured that would have to do until he was ready to hear the whole truth.

"Now the Jedi are extinct," Obi-Wan sighed, finding his voice, "Vader was seduced by the dark side of the Force."

"The Force?"

Obi-Wan went into a detailed explanation of the Force and Vataloni watched a spark ignite in Luke's eyes. He was hooked. She knew they finally had the right person to help bring balance back to the galaxy. He was different then his father, not in many ways, but there was a difference; she could feel it.

"Now, let's see if we can't figure out what you are, and where you've come from," Obi-Wan chuckled, kneeling down in front of R2. Vataloni knew he wouldn't tell Luke straight out that he knew about the small droid, so she decided to hold her tongue on the matter. Luke turned off the lightsaber and set it down on the table, "I saw a part of a message..."

Obi-Wan pressed one of the buttons expertly and a hologram suddenly flew out of the droid, the image of a young woman in white standing on the floor. Vataloni knew it was Leia; she looked just like her mother. They had the same eyes, even though it was somewhat difficult to tell the colour from the blue hologram.

"Seem to have found it," Vataloni muttered, kneeling down beside Obi-Wan and watching the young woman speak.

"General Kenobi, years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father's request to you in person, but my ship has fallen under attack and I'm afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope."

The hologram flickered and turned off just as the sound of blasts echoed around her. Vataloni stared at the spot where Leia had been standing and sighed, "I do believe we were just given an assignment."

"After all these years..." Obi-Wan mused, smirking, "Luke... You will need to learn the ways of the Force if you are to come with use to Alderaan."

Vataloni nodded, "We'll need all the help we can get ... This droid does belong to your now, it only seems fit you come."

Luke's eyes darted between the two, and he burst out laughing, "Alderaan? I'm not going to Alderaan! It's late, and I'm in for it as it is!"

Vataloni ground her teeth together, getting slightly annoyed with his attitude. His father would have jumped at the chance to leave this rock!

"We need your help, Luke," Obi-Wan implored, "She needs your help! I'm getting too old for this sort of thing... And Vataloni just... could use some help."

"Smooth," she muttered, shooting him a look. Obi-Wan ignored her and continued to banter back and forth with Luke, each not backing down from their side of the argument. Vataloni was about to join in, but her senses began to pick up. Something was happening at the Lars home. Something terrible. The enemy was here.