STAR WARS
Luke Skywalker:
Echo of the Past

It is seventeen years after the fall of the Jedi Order and the Galactic Republic, The Empire rules with an iron fist.
But there is hope for the Jedi, the son of the Chosen One will rise, and with him, the hope of the Galaxy. The path of a Jedi isa difficult one tofollow,a young man must come to terms with his destiny, and that of the entire galaxy.

This is the Story of Luke Skywalker…

Chapter I

Alone

Luke Skywalker tossed the stone into the air and watched it sink into the sand of Tatooine's lands. He grudgingly shifted from his position to better watch as the twin suns of the planet moved even closer to setting.

The seventeen-year-old handsome young man accepted the warm breeze of the desert lands, his home only a few clicks west, his speeder ready for his departure. This young man had a father and a mother, a mother that died during his child-birth, and a father who died years ago as a freighter pilot.

Luke was always alone, his only family were the Lars who were now all dead, his aunt Beru had died a year earlier from an ailment and his uncle Owen had died only a few weeks prior in a struggle with a Twilek bounty hunter named Ossel. Luke had sworn he would avenge his uncle's murder, but he had no way of getting to the bounty hunter, nor did he posses the skill with which to kill him.

Ossel was probably half-way across the galaxy by now, Luke lamented as he lowered his head in sorrow, he had failed his aunt and his uncle, he was a failure, he couldn't even get into the Imperial Army, he had heard that his friend Biggs Darklighter had just graduated from the Imperial Academy and was assigned to the Rand Ecliptic.

But Luke was grounded on Tatooine, he owned the Homestead, which his Uncle had left for him in his will, and the speeder, but other than that he had nothing really; only vague memories of a past that he could not grasp, and dying hopes and dreams of adventure in the Imperial Army.

The blond haired teenager climbed to his feet and climbed into his speeder as the hot desert suns began to cool the sands of Tatooine. He felt the wind whip his hair as the speeder accelerated in the direction of his home.

Tears filled the young man's eyes as he tried to contain himself, he was alone, Biggs gone, Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen gone, all his friends gone. He was alone. He blinked trying to bat the tears away but they still came, "stupid," he muttered to himself, "crying over something you can't control,"

The Lars' homestead came into sight, with his protocol droid C-3PO faithfully reading watering transponders, his astromech droid R2-D2 was repairing Luke's second speeder, a slicker and more compact version of his Sandcruiser. He had the droids he thought to himself happily, although he had no more human or alien friends on the planet, he still had the droids to keep him company while he was at home; although C-3PO did talk just a bit too much for his taste, he was the only companion he had.

The young man smiled ruefully as he began to slow his speeder down, he was fortunate that the legal age for adulthood on Tatooine was seventeen and that his uncle had been murdered only after his seventeenth birthday, or all his uncle's assets, as low invested as they were, would belong to Jabba the Hutt. He was also fortunate that his uncle had managed to pay of the debt he had owed the Hutt Lord, had he been unable to pay the four hundred credits, Luke Skywalker would be in great debt and would probably become one of Jabba's slave guards. The young man was indeed fortunate.

Luke parked his speeder outside the homestead and climbed out, "Hello Threepio,"

"Why hello master Luke, you have returned from your trips so soon?" said the protocol droid in its metallic voice, "why, Artoo and I were not expecting you for another hour,"

Luke started down the stairs, "Oh no Threepio, I was a bit tired so I decided to get back," he turned to the astromech droid that stood repairing the speeder, "how's the progress Artoo?"

The short droid gave a twiddle as a reply and Luke smiled, "well done Artoo, maybe we can sell it to someone in Anchorhead and buy more parts to build another, we could make money of off this as well as moisture farming,"

The droid gave a happy response and continued along with its duty.

Luke laughed as he entered his home, he was alone yes, but he at least had his two droids as company, and Artoo was a very brilliant droid when it came to maintenance and repairs, he was fortunate to have bought both C-3PO and R2-D2 when a merchant was trying to sell them a few months back, for fifty credits he had gotten both droids, a very good deal if he didn't say so himself.

Luke Skywalker sat at his table as he poured himself a cup of warm nerf milk, he would drink his troubles away, what should he be unhappy about? He was in good health and was not in debt, in fact, he was making decent profits from his side business of selling repaired speeders, what should Luke Skywalker, moisture farmer and speeder salesman have to really worry about? It wasn't as if there was anything else out there for him to do, no greater destiny that he had just waiting to be unfolded.