The Rebel Cause

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Summary: Luke Skywalker is part of the rebellion who are led by; Padmé Amidala Skywalker! He does not know Darth Vader is his father or that Leia is his sister. That could be bad news for the joung jedi padawan...

Disclaimer: I do not own Luke or any of the jedi or other characters. They all belong to the brilliant writer George Lucas. A truly amazing author who I thank in allowing me and many others to write little stories about his passions. Thank you again.

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"And this is how liberty dies...to thunderous applause"

Padmé Skywalker

Luke mumbled and stretched as he climbed out of his cot. He pulled on his beige silk shirt and matching pants. His hand closed over his saber, comfortably looped into his belt.

He exited his room, tapping the small, blue astrodroid as he passed. "Wake up, R2!"

The little droid switched on with a series of indignant beeps.

"Sorry," Luke chuckled, "I forgot you like to sleep in. Come on, let's go get breakfast."

The grumpy robot beeped in protest but started wheeling after him.

Luke shook his head, grinning. "No complaining, or I'll have to disintegrate you." He winked before heading down the hall.

He entered the large dome that served as the base's cafeteria. The rebellion had made their headquarters in an abandoned palace on a little outer rim planet called Earth. Some of their historians said that this was where they, the homo sapians, began, but Luke didn't believe him. Palace's have of such grandeur seemed alien to him. Not that they didn't have palace's back on Tatooinne, but they belonged to the Hutts, and the only way to get in there would be to be their slave. And Luke certainly wasn't that desperate. But this palace was different. It seemed to have been carved from stone, which it was, some type of smooth, ancient mineral which hadn't been around for centuries, it was really rare. It amazed Luke that the mineral could have once been abundant enough to make a palace like this one. He smirked, maybe that's why it's so rare, he thought. Anyway the place looked to be made by angels, which couldn't be right. All the deep-space pilots said they lived on the moons of Iego and that was far, far across the galaxy. They had converted the ballroom into a restaurant. They had made a small alcove on the farside of the room, which had probably been a place for lovers to go and, you know, do lover things, into a kitchen. Which Luke found rather ironic. To think what the people would think that that place where they were doing something quite passionate, would later be controlled by a fat, lazy, sour-tempered dug, named Madulga. Luke made his way through the tables over to the line, R2 trailing at his heels. He removed a tray from the large stack carried by a service droid at the end of the line. The droid promptly steps around him and takes up position behind him.

Luke quickly grows bored as the line moves less and less frequently. He glances over at a woman who sat at a nearby table, her long brown bangs dangling over her bowl of fruit. Her cinnamin eyes staring solemnly down at it, as if it were a death sentence. He glances away, looks at her, then looks away again, smiling.

Padmé sat staring at her fruit. She really should eat, she knew this. Everyone was pressing her to, ever since the accident. But she couldn't. She could only see the explosion of Alderaan dancing around in her head. Bail Organa, his wife and all those people? She choked back a sob. And Leia, too! She sighed heavily and reached for a strawberry. Surprisingly, her hand never came in contact with it. She stared at the offending berry, which had risen in midair to her eyelevel. She stuttered and reached for an apple when it joined its brother strawberry in front of her. Soon, bananas and pineapple and cherries were floating and juggling in front of her very eyes. She glanced over at the line and giggled as she recognized the blazing blonde hair. "Luke!"

The young man spun around, eyes wide with innocence, gazing around for the person who had spoken, but very carefully missing her. He smiled when his eyes met hers. "What?" he shrugged. She giggled some more as she snatched for the apple, but he reached out and, smirking, willed it to come to him. Which it did, although hitting many people in the process. Padmé snorted as she tried to keep her laughter back. She shot him a stern look but knew he saw the small smile play across her lips. The smile faded away. So much like his father...

Luke bit into his captured apple, smiling at the angry rebels rubbing their heads. He turned back to the line. He held the tray out to the ever-mad dug who gave him a bowl of some sort of foreign slop. Grimacing, he left the line and joined Padmé, plopping down beside his mother.

"Your getting very good," Padmé admitted, then motioned to the shiny apple, " but you're eating my apple."

Luke took another bite. "That's because I'm your son. I'm allowed to." He flashed her a charming smile.

He set the apple down and proceeded to make very funny faces at her. Padmé smiled weakly but didn't seem very interested as she resumed eating her fruit (which had all obediently returned to their bowl, all save the apple).

Luke's face sobered immediately. "Still no word from Organa?"

Padmé shook her head sadly. "Nothing. I think it's time we feared the worst. That he was blown up with the planet."

Luke tried to brighten her day. "Well, at least now we know what that death star is capable of. And with the plans..."

"What plans?" Padmé asked bitterly. "R2 won't tell us. Not even me!"

Luke sighed. "Well, you know how R2 can be," he shot R2 a dirty look, "bloody stubborn."

"But this is me! His owner!" She sighed. "But he has strict instructions to give it only to Master Kenobi."

"I wonder who gave him those instructions?" Luke pondered.

Padmé continued without listening. "We don't even know where he is! After his communication session with Qui Gon he just took off!"

Luke smiled knowingly. "A Jedi must do what he must do. I am certain he will return soon and we'll be able to get our hands on those plans."

Padmé stroked his cheeck affectionately. "And you'll be able to complete your training." she said warily.

Luke smiled goofily, embarrassed, but his eyes shone with exitement. "I must admit, I cannot wait!"

Padmé shot him a sharp glance and placed her delicate hands over his own. "Wait." she admonished, her eyes fearful.

Luke nodded, confused. His mother simply smiled and gave a small shrug of her shoulders as she sat back. "You must be mindful of your feelings."

Padmé sighed. It was quite obvious his attention was not on her, as his eyes had wondered off behind her and were now transfixed on something that must have been fascinating. He gave a low non commital grunt.

"I'll catch ya later, Mom" he said, leaping to his feet, and kissing her on the forehead.

Padmé watched him make his way over to Han Solo, a shaggy, brownhaired and eyed young man. Rather scruffy looking if you asked her. But he was the best in his trade. She frowned and returned to her breakfast.

Luke's eyes narrowed as he approached Han, that crooked grin of his plastered on his face. Chewbacca stood a few paces behind him, staring longingly at the long line of people waiting to be fed.

Luke crossed his arms. "What are you doing here? I would think you'd have collected your reward right now and taken off. Hightailed it to Gods know where."

"Collect my rew... Kid, I'll have you-"

He was interrupted by a low bark from Chewwie.

Han replied, distractedly. "Yeah, sure, Chewwie, go ahead."

Chewwie headed for the line.

Han lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'll have you know that I earned that money! You think that was easy! It's not everyday you get by a stardestroyer, let alone a death star that can blow planets to bits! I count us amoung the lucky kid!"

Luke nodded thoughtfully but knew he still couldn't hide the disbelief. He set his negative thoughts aside. "Still, you haven't answered my question. Why are you still here?"

Han sneered bitterly. "Well, it just so happens that me and Chew were just out of this galaxy when we came across your friend, Obi-something, floating around in space, in a very battered looking Naboo fighter, I might add."

Luke's eyes widened in mild surprise. "You brought him back?"

Han raised his eyebrow. "As hard as that might be to imagine, yes. What was I supposed to do? Leave him to float in space? His jet blasters were gone, looked like they hadn't gone out but a short while ago, there was no way he was getting back here. He would've died!"

Luke smiled. "Look who has a heart after all. I wouldn't think you'd care. Well let's go."

They exited the building and headed to a nearby hangar. Luke presses his palm to a limegreen, glowing pad. The scanner scanned his handprint and after a musical of mechanical clicks the large doors swung open. This is what confused Luke the most. The palace looked ancient, but this hangar looked fairly new. Only 10,000 years had passed since it was built, surely. He shrugged it off and entered the large building. He started running to the old man slumped beside a yellow fighter with several scorch marks along the sides of it. Right were the jet boosters would normally be.

Luke ran and knelt beside the older man. "Obi Wan. Are you all right? What happened?"

Obi Wan grimaced with pain and fatigue as he tried to sit up. "Imperial fighters ... too many of them ... death star."

Luke placed a calming hand on his shoulder, brushing him with the force to help him regain his strength. "Don't try to talk. Just rest." He yelled over his shoulder. "Han, get some medical droids over here."

Luke's attention returned to his master. "No time ... must save ... Leia ... " Obi Wan's eyes closed and he left the world of conciousness.

Luke turned as he sensed Han returning with two medical droids. "Who's Leia?" he asked.

Blackout

(A/N: Well there you have it. First Chapter. This will continue without reviews but reviews help it to go faster. I'm working on a different story right now so if I don't get any reviews on this, then I'll probably just wait until I get that one and the one waiting after that finished. That's just how I write. I put down ideas and if you like them you review and I write two stories at once but if you don't then I work on one finish that and then work on the other. It's just my system, but whether you review or not, you will be guarrenteed that I will eventually get down to it. Reviews are always welcome. TTFN.)

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