A son's revenge – chapter 3
Luke arrived a Mos Eisley with the droids. He entered the Cantina to meet a certain man from Corelia he was told would do anything for a few credits.
"We don't serve this kind here!" the bartender pointed at the droids as soon as Luke entered the establishment.
"Wait outside, C3PO" Luke ordered.
"That is probably a good idea, master Luke."
C3PO and R2D2 left.
Luke ordered juice and sat down. The Corelian had a blaster on his side and came in with a tall wookie.
"Han Solo…" he said. "This is Chewbacca, my partner. So, kid I heard you need me, what can I do for you."
Luke frowned. "I am not a kid. I have a delivery to make to Alderan."
"What kind of delivery?" Han asked with a suspicious look. "Listen kid, I don't carry death sticks."
"I am not delivering any drugs! Only two droids and all I have is this." Luke handled a few credits from the money he had sold the bike speeder.
Han smiled. "Sure kid, I'll do it. But where do I take the droids?"
"To the palace in Alderaan, King Bail Organa."
"Wow! To the king? That means those droids are very important, ain't it?" Han asked with a smirk on his face. "If it is that important I should be paid more, don't you think?"
Luke felt the urge to cut the man with his hidden light saber but he controlled himself. "I am sure King Organa will repay you when you get there, so what do you think?"
"Fine to me," replied Han. "Let's go then."
"I have to go, but I need to know how long will you take to get to Alderaan?"
"I'll be there in 18 parsecs, my ship is really fast."
"Where is it?"
"Docking bay 94."
Darth Vader searched Obi Wan's lair to find information on the boy.
He looked at several models of tie fighters, star destroyers and other miniature ships. He believed that the boy was probably enthralled by the career of pilot. He could be at his grasp in the imperial fleet! He thought. The son of a Jedi…how he hated Obi Wan for betraying him, how he hated the unknown child, the fruit of betrayal! He couldn't wait until he got a hold of him, he would make him feel sorry he was ever born!
He left the place and headed back to the Executor.
After leaving the droids with the smuggler, Luke felt guilty about aunt Beru. He had to leave her a message. He stopped at Biggs' home.
"I have to talk to aunt Beru, I don't want her to be worried about me. Meet me in Anchorhead within 3 hours."
"Ok, Luke, don't take too long."
Luke borrowed Biggs speeder and headed towards the farm.
The storm troppers were still on the grounds of Tatooine looking for the droids.
They had spotted a merchant ship owned by the Jawas. The storm troppers were fierce, the poor jawas had no defense against the might power of the empire…they were killed but before that the location of the droids were made known…to a certain farm owned by a man name Lars…
Vader arrived at the Executor and he was greeted by Admiral Piett.
"Admiral, I want a list of all new pilots that had enlisted in the past year."
Piett swallowed. "Yes, my lord."
Piett left. Vader walked to the bridge to look at the stars. He felt through the force that the son of Kenobi was somewhere near…he had felt a disturbance on the force but he had not paid any attention because he thought it came from his late enemy. If Kenobi's son was out there what would be his name?
Luke saw the smoke miles away. He arrived at the farm and saw destruction.
"Why! Why!" he cried over the charred bodies of aunt Beru and uncle Owen. He didn't get along with uncle Owen but he also didn't want him dead. A thought came to him. "The droids! I must warn Solo!"
Luke went back to Mos Eisley but Solo had already left. He went to Anchorhead.
"Luke what happened?" Biggs asked as he saw the distraught face of his friend.
"My uncle and my aunt are dead, Biggs."
"Dead? Why?"
"There was a fire…they." Luke chocked in tears.
Biggs gave him a brotherly hug.
"Sorry Luke, let's go. I am waiting for you to complete the paperwork. I already paid your fee."
"You did?" Luke asked as he wiped the tears. "Thanks."
Luke picked up the paper and the pen.
Name: Luke Skyl.. "oops, I made a mistake. Can I have another paper, please?"
The clerk handled Luke a fresh application for the imperial fleet.
Name: Luke Whitesun. "Sorry aunt Beru…" he thought. In a few minutes they entered the ship and headed to Carida to start their training assignment. He was proud that he was going to fly, like his father before him…