Chapter III
Luke's Decision
A chilling darkness filled the room as a dark robed figure took a step forward, his robotic breathing sent shivers down Luke's spine, however he felt something oddly familiar about this abomination of life. Was it even human? Luke questioned as he could not discern anything beyond its reflective mask; the figure caused a darkness to settle in the room.
He heard a snap-hiss as the black clad figure pulled a metal cylindrical object before him, a red beam of energy extended from the hilt; it was a steady beam of energy that did not phase or dissipate. Luke heard another similar snap-hiss as a rodian stepped forward wielding a similar weapon with a blue blade.
"Ah, the Rodian Jedi padawan Kel-Shan, the last time I saw you was years ago, back then you didn't even have a lightsaber," said the black figure with a deep echoing voice that sounded almost robotic.
"I am no longer a padawan Vader, I am a Jedi Knight," replied the Rodian that Luke identified as Kel-Shan.
"Well, that makes no difference now does it Jedi, for either way you will not leave this place alive," replied Vader, with incredible speed he leapt forward and-.
Luke shot up in his bed, his entire body bathed in sweat. He put a hand to his forehead; it was warm. His breathing was still raggedy as he took in a breath, R2-D2 rolled forward from his position beside his masters bed with a query.
"Nothing Artoo, just a bad dream," he replied, more to convince himself that the droid, "just a dream," that has been recurring for the past four days he thought to himself roughly, "I seriously have to go back to sleep," he told the droid as he lay back down, sleep would not come to him easily, but it would eventually unfold upon him.
Luke sat in front of his homestead tinkering with his speeder, all he had to do was repair his flaps and he would be able to sell it for a thousand credits or so. With the sleeve of his tunic he wiped away beads of sweat that had begun to appear above his forehead. It was early morning and still the hot suns of the planet were beating down upon him mercilessly.
A soft hum caught his attention as he looked westward an approaching speeder surprised him, it was a rental he had discerned as he watched the blue insignia of the company that had been employed, and it wasn't one of his friends he had been sure of. His hand went instinctively to his blaster pistol that was holstered on his hip as the speeder began to slow.
Two men were in the speeder; an older man that looked familiar, and a younger man. Both wore robes similar to the Rodian from his dream.
"Luke," said the older man as he climbed out, Luke instantly recognized him Ben Kenobi, the crazy hermit.
"Ah, it's you Ben, I am sorry," replied Luke as he removed his hand from his holster, "I
thought it was someone else,"
Ben nodded, "My real name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is my companion Timoth Frejik,"
Luke nodded confused as to their intentions.
Timoth; the younger man of the two stepped forward, "You are Luke Skywalker, son of Anakin Skywalker?"
Luke nodded, "yes I am, why?" he asked perplexed.
"You are made for greatness Luke, for greatness in the galaxy, as was your father," said Timoth.
Luke frowned, "greatness? My father was a freighter pilot who died during a hyperspace accident, what was the greatness in that?"
Obi-Wan gave a small smile mixed with a frown, "Your father did not die in a hyperspace accident, he was a Jedi Knight and fought as a General beside me in the Clone Wars,"
"The Clone Wars?" said Luke with surprise, he straightened himself from his work and took a few steps forward, "that happened so long ago," his eyes grew distant, "but, if he didn't die in a hyperspace accident, how did he die? Or is he still alive?" he asked excitedly.
Timoth glanced at Obi-Wan who gave a nod, the older man spoke, "Your father was betrayed and murdered by a young man named Darth Vader, he was actually a pupil of mine before he turned to the dark side, and was consumed."
Obi-Wan was silent for a moment before he continued his pacing, "Vader used the training I had given him, and his mastery of the Force to hunt down the remnants of the Jedi Order, and with only a handful of Masters left as the Order's last defense they were quickly cut down, one by one, until the Jedi Knights were all but extinct,"
Timoth cleared his throat self-consciously, and Obi-Wan smiled, "Of course there are still Jedi Knights out there, if only students of the Force and not masters, but the power of Vader and his master the Emperor is too much for many of the Jedi Knights of our time, none can face them until the time is right,"
Luke's solemn expression did not change, "why are you telling me all of this? What are you telling me this for?"
Timoth smiled, "I am a Jedi Master, and so is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I am prepared to train you, to teach you the ways of the Force in order to become a Jedi Knight like your father,"
Luke's face lit up brilliantly, "To become a Jedi like my father…" he was silent for a while as he thought of Tatooine, "I have no family, no more friends on this planet, I will follow you, I will follow in the paths of my father and become a Jedi Knight,"
"And I will be your master then," said Timoth with an even greater grin.
