The soft, pale glow of the blue saber whisked past the young, strawberry red haired female. Hawk auburn eyes filled with tears as the white armored warriors marched past her into the Jedi temple. Tears slid down freckled cheeks as the sounds of the slaughter filled the air. Soon, Order 66 would be given, and the memorable Jedi slaughter began. A lone trooper spied her, knowing of the order and walked up behind the distressed Jedi, raising his weapon. Before she could protest, the shot was fired, and the trooper watched her body fall forward, turning and leaving her to die.
"NO!" A cry rose form the throat of someone as the form shot up in the bed, strands of strawberry red hair covering the pale, freckled face of the still young Kera Solstice. She looked around the bare room in the small moisture farm on Tatooine, sighing as she covered her face with her hands tiredly. 'It was a nightmare, just another memory.' She sighed, a pained expression clear in her hawk auburn eyes as she slowly looked up as the door opened, a dirt blonde haired boy looking into the room.
"Kera
are you alright?"
"I'm alright, Luke, I'm alright." She
nodded to the young man, Luke soon leaving to complete his chores.
Luke, the child of her loves old wife. The one she was told to keep
an eye on by her old mentor, Obi Wan Kenobi. She sighed, slowly
standing and beginning to dress herself. She couldn't seem to
understand why these nightmares had started up. It was only in the
past week that they had begun. A hand went to her chest, giving a
heavy sigh before she walked out of the room. She was living on
Tatooine with Owen and Rue Lars, along with their Nephew, Luke
Skywalker. To Luke, Kera was nothing more than a sister to him, which
was what was to be thought. Nineteen years. It had been nineteen
years since the fall of the Jedi and the Republic, marking the rise
of the empire. Nineteen dirty little years of hiding on Tatooine,
living a lie under the roof of the Lars' home, just so keep hidden
from the Empire. Walking into the dining area and taking a seat, the
elder Aunt Rue looked to her as she prepared the morning meal.
"Have another nightmare?" Soft eyes looked to the weary Kera, who gave a slow nod. Rue then nodded her self, continuing to prepare the meal.
"You've been having them more often now, is something on your mind?" Kera looked to Rue woefully. How she wanted to tell her the nightmares she suffered were merely memories. Though she was unable to, so all she did was sigh, closing her eyes to try and relieve her throbbing head.
Later that night at the table, the topic was about the two new droids recently purchased from the Jawas.
"You know I think that Artoo unit we bought might have been stolen?" Luke paused, looking to Uncle Owen lightly.
"What makes you think that?"
"Well I stumbled across a recording while I was cleaning him. He says he belongs to someone called Obi- Wan Kenobi." At this remark, Kera's eyes widened, choking on some of her food and proceeding to cough.
"I thought he might have meant old Ben. Do you know what he's talking about? Well, I wonder if he's related to Ben." Luke looked down, then to Owen again before Owen spoke up.
"That wizard's just a crazy old man.Tomottow I want you to take that Artoo unit into Anchorhead and have its memory erased. That'll be the end of it. It belongs to us now." That remark ended the conversation. After dinner, Luke took Kera to the Mech room to continue cleaning the droids, still questionable about this 'Obi Wan Kenobi.'
"I don't know what if this 'Obi Wan' comes looking for his droid?" Before he turned the lights on, the newly bought Protocol droid showed itself from behind the speeder.
"It wasn't my fault, sir. Please don't deactivate me. I told him not to go, but he's faulty, malfunctioning: kept babbling on about his mission." The realization sunk in and Luke groaned, hurrying out. The artoo was gone! Kera looked to Threepio before she walked after Luke, who gave a slight curse.
"We'll have to go look for it tomorrow morning. Uncle Owen's going to kill me!"
She nodded, following Luke back into the house. Somehow, she knew that this would be the beginning of the end.
