Early the next morning, Luke took the speeder out with Kera and Threepio to find little Artoo. Kera sighed, unable to shake the horrid feeling that things were changing too much to be just simply coincidental. Luke looked down at the consol, then ahead.

"Look there's a droid on the scanner, dead ahead. Might be out little Artoo unit. Hit the accelerator." As they neared, they noticed the little Artoo unit trudging along. The speeder stopped and the three got out, Luke stopping in front of Artoo.

"Where do you think you're off to? You're going to get me in trouble!" Artoo looked to him, then to Kera, giving off a series of excited noises. Threepio looked to Artoo, then to Luke.

"He says he knows your lady friend, and also says there that there are several other life forms headed in this direction:"

"Sandpeople. We have to get going." Luke looked around before he and Threepio went onto a ledge, looking around.

"Well there are some Banthas over there, but I don't see any sandpeople. Wait a minute I see one." Before he could finish his sentence, the gnarled face of a sandperson came up, giving a loud cry.

Kera had hid in a small cave with Artoo, keeping the little unit quiet as she watched Luke being dragged forward, the sandpeople proceeding to search the speeder. A loud, shrill noise started the sandpeople, scattering them. A cloaked form stepped to Luke, kneeling down and checking to make sure he was alright before looking to the cave. The form pulled back the hood, exposing white hair and the soft face of an old man.

"It's alright now. You can come out." Slowly, Kera stepped out, followed by Artoo. She crouched by Luke, looking down to him.

"He'll be alright then, Ben?" The man nodded, Luke soon giving a groan as he blinked, sitting up slowly.

"Ben? Ben Kenobi?" Luke looked to Artoo a bit, then to Ben. "Oh, this little droid! I think he's searching for his former master...I've never seen such devotion in a droid before...there seems to be no stopping him. He claims to be the property of an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Is he a relative of yours? Do you know who he's talking about?"

Ben looked to him, leaning back a bit as he listened.

"Do you know who that is?"

"Obi-Wan Kenobi...Obi-Wan? Now thats a name I haven't heard in a long time...a long time." Ben paused, looking into nothingness thoughtfully.

"Then you know him?"

"Well of course, of course I know him. He's me! I haven't gone by the name Obi-Wan since oh, before you were born." Ben nodded, looking to Luke lightly, who just appeared shocked.

"Well, then the droid does belong to you." Ben looked to Artoo, shaking his head a bit.

"Don't seem to remember ever owning a droid. Very interesting..."

"It wasn't yours," Kera chi med in, swallowing lightly, "It's mine." Luke was about, yet the familiar cry of the sandpeople could be heard. Ben looked around, standing up.

"We best talk elsewhere. Sandpeople are easily startled, yet return in greater numbers."

"Kera how can this Artoo unit be yours?" Luke looked to Kera, the group now inside Ben's small shack. Kera sighed, not wanting to explain this all. Thankfully, Ben did.

"Because she isn't your sister." Ben was rummaging for something, looking back to Luke momentarily. Luke simply looked to him, giving a little laugh.

"How is that possible?"

"Have you ever seen her grow old?" Ben didn't look up, but made his point clear. Luke just looked to Kera, swallowing.

"Well then who is she?"

"Something that will be explained in time to come." Ben soon got up, holding in his hand an old lightsaber. "I have something here for you. Your father wanted you to have this when you were old enough, but your uncle wouldn't allow it. He feared you might follow old Obi-Wan on some damned-fool idealistic crusade like your father did."

"What is it?" Luke took it, blinking and looking it over, switching it on as the blue blade shot forth, waving it around a bit.

"Your fathers lightsaber. This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or as random as a blaster. 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." Obi Wan trailed off a bit in thought as Kera simply watched with her soft eyes, Luke looking to her before shutting the saber off.

"But I was told my father was a navigator on a spice freighter." Luke looked to Obi wan in question, who laughed a bit.

"Is that what your uncle told you? He was the best star-pilot in the galaxy, and a cunning warrior. I understand you've become quite a good pilot yourself. And he was a good friend," Obi Wan nodded, looking to Kera, who at the time, was taking a drink." As well as a good lover I suppose, eh, Kera?" Kera choked, her cheeks turning bright red as Luke looked to her, almost in amusement at this, while Kera just looked to Obi Wan, fuming.
"Obi Wan! Keep your mouth shut!"

"If you were in love with my father… Wouldn't that make you…"

"I was his lover… he never told me he was already married to a senator!" Kera looked away disapprovingly, sighing as she closed her eyes