It had almost been ten years. He'd been only eighteen when he had left to go to the Academy and thought that he would never come back. He got a chance to leave and took it and never looked back. But here he was, the thriving city of Mos Eisley. He could have gone to the Bestine, or even Acnhorhead or anywhere else on this damned planet, but he had chosen to go home. Or what once had been his home. Walking the street under the dark dome that took hit of the twin suns but made the city a bit more darker place, watching the neon lights and holoads he realized that he had missed this. There was nothing new on this backwater sandball. Same old smells of dirt and spicy street food. Under all the Hutt cartel still ruled like before the war. In the outer rim worlds, nothing ever actually changed when empires rose and fell.

He knew this world, this was after everything what had happened where he truly belonged. When Leia had asked what he would do and he had answered that he truly just wanted to lay low sometime and go back to Tatooine, his sister laughed a good ten minutes straight. But he had just waited for Leia to calm down and then explained what he had thought. Of course Leia understood it all, being in the center of the New Senate in Coruscant. Year, he said. Year that he would like to think about what would be his next steps. He wasn't keen on politics like his sister. Under all of it, he was a simple pilot. Again, Leia had laughed out loud, but didn't comment more, just helped to make some arrangements. Money wasn't a problem anymore, so he had bought the X-wing to himself and repaired it and thought of some modifications. So now he was looking for the woman with whom he had worked before everything went up and down the hill.

Peli Motto's garage was unassuming like always. It looked small and rusty place to the outside world, but in reality was one of the soughted places to remodel any spaceship. The entrance was almost hidden behind the street vendor stalls. He placed his left hand over the reader.

"I have an appointment with at seven."

There was a click and a robotic voice asking "Name?"

"Kenobi."

The door opened with a whiz and he walked through the entrance hall to the deck. The place was huge. There was already one starfighter and some speeders in repair. Peli Motto, the engineer, was a female human with curly long brown hair and brown eyes. She wore a brown jumpsuit and boots. She of course was a bit older than he remembered, but the air around her was the same. Bit rude and sarcastic.

"Kenobi? I was expecting you later toda…" she halted in the middle of his walk and fell silent. They stared at each other.

"Wormie?" She finally said and he looked around the place.

"Same old, eh?"

"Luke fucking Skywalker."

"Hello Ms. Motto." Luke raised his left hand for hello. Peli hastened forward, taking off his black gloves and hitting them over Luke's head.

"Luke fucking SKYWALKER!" she screamed hitting over and over again the boy she had once known. Luke took firm but gentle hold of her wrists stopping her. Peli searched the face in front of her.

"You are dead Wormie. They say you were KILLED!"

Luke let go of the wrists and proceeded to hug his old mentor.

"I'm so sorry Ms. Motto." he whispered. Peli hugged back tightly.

"Oh Wormie, gods, you're here. Where the hell have you been?" Peli's voice broke.

"I got away. But, it was so sudden and I had to think so fast and… I'm so, so sorry. Forgive me." Luke whispered.

"You tell me everything. Everything you hear me."

"I promise."

"Let me look at you," Peli ordered and pulled from Luke, but still holding on to him.

"Good lord, you're grown. Not the height, but your eyes." Peli touched gently the scar that was partly hidden under the front hair. "You alright?"

"I'm." Luke's voice was warm and sure and Peli let go.

"So, I got this message about Kenobi wanting to do some remodeling to his ship. That you?"

"Yes. That would be my X-wing."

"Oh, what model?"

"T-70. It was going to the scrapyard after the last fight and I bought it. Just repaired it so that I could fly it in here, but I want some modifications."

"You're lucky then that I have a spot for you starfighter in here. Fly it in here tomorrow and we see what you want and what I can do." Peli rubbed her hands. "Have you eaten anything yet?"

"No."

"Then we go and find something. You buy."

Luke laughed and followed her outside. Under the dome it was sometimes hard to know when it was day or night, but Luke was from here. The evening was landing, the dome was darker but the neon lights of the citywide were brighter.

Peli watched Luke. Sure the boy was matured, but the blond curls were the same, the eyes shone bright blue promising broken hearts and mischief. But now Luke carried himself with the air of confidence, straight but relaxed, his eyes keen and relentless. Long black jacket hid any weapons he mind carrying. They stopped to buy some terrine and blue milk and sat to watch the streetlife.

"Why did you come back? You got away from all of this." Peli asked.

"Ten years of war, Peli. I thought that it was time to take some vacation." Luke grinned.

"Vacation? In here? Oh, I always knew that you were mad Wormie." They laughed together.

"Really. I want to know what is going on here. Where are the others?" Luke's voice was quiet.

"Oh, you know. Some dead, some elsewhere, some still in here. Like me. Briggs…"

"Is dead, that I know. Met him before he… Well." Luke took bite of his food.

"Yeah. Well, Vanth is Marshal in Mos Pelgo." Peli watched how two young men started arguing with the next vendor about the price.

"Really? I should visit him someday." Luke was also watching. He knew how fast some small argument could escalate. And there were no guards nearby.

"So, how long are you staying?"

The voices over the stall were rising.

"A year or so. Excuse me Ms. Motto, but I think I have to interfere a bit." Luke put away the dishes and rose.

"Luke, I don't think it is a good idea…"

But Luke was already walking over the quarrels.

"Excuse me, but can you lower your voices down a bit?" Luke was smiling kindly.

"Go fuck yourself," the young man with red shit and black waiscoat, plaster on his hip turned to say, his eyes narrowing.

"Please, you're obviously…" Luke started but the red shirt was already swinging his fist toward him. But before it hit its target, Luke raised his right hand, took the hit on his palm, squeezed his hand in fist and twisted. There was a yell of pain and the red shirt was on the ground holding his broken wrist. The other young man with a brown short leather jacket took his plaster out, but again Luke was faster and the plaster fell on the ground in pieces. The green light of the lightsaber was humming near the brown leather's throat.

"Please, stay put. I have already called the guards." Luke's warm smile was now cold, his voice hard. "In the future notice, you don't raise your voice when I'm present. When I ask you to keep quiet, you do so."

"Jedi." The brown leather whispered, his eyes big with fear.

Suddenly there were the guards arresting the men, Luke giving them directions. Luke spoke quietly with one of the guards who saluted and left with others. Then Luke spoke with a vendor who just nodded and nodded, clearly trying to make himself as small as possible. The bystanders around them scattered fast. Finally Luke walked back to Peli who was watching how the smile warmed again before he sat back down and continued to eat.

"A year you said?"

"Yeah, sorry. I didn't say, but, well, I'm the new Marshal of Mos Eisley." Luke grinned.

Peli shook her head. It was going to be an interesting year, that was for sure.