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The Draft – Chapter 2
The streets of Mos Eisley were crowded with merchants, smugglers and every kind of scum the galaxy could sum up.
Luke arrived and shortly after Biggs.
"You owe me a Bantha Burger!" Luke said satisfied.
"Hey, Luke. I think the signing up place is over there." Biggs pointed out to a building crawling with storm troopers and other imperial personnel.
"Let's check it out!" Luke said in excitement.
LARS FARMHOUSE.
"We don't have much time, Owen!" Ben was feeling a tremor in the Force. He feared that young Skywalker was in imminent danger.
It was a rather awkward request for Obi Wan, who would thought that the General of the Clone Wars would be now depending upon a meek farmer of the Outer Rim territories.
He thought that Luke's humble upbringing would lead him to greatness. The young man was raised without the darkness of the empire, the darkness of the one who sired him.
While Owen left to the shop to look for his blaster Obi Wan was meditating. What would they tell Luke that he couldn't sign up for the Imperial academy?
Owen returned with the blaster secured on his belt.
"Let's go, old man," he said rather harshly. Obi Wan didn't mind, he felt that Owen Lars' was being protective of his nephew. Without hesitation Obi Wan followed him.
AT THE IMPERIAL RECRUIT STATION
Luke and Biggs entered the building and followed the corridor until they reached a line.
"Did you fill up the form?" the imperial employee said as he viewed the two youths approaching.
"What form?" Biggs asked.
"Come with me."
Luke and Biggs followed him. He picked up two data cards and led them to a room full of computers and other young man signing up.
"Here" he said as he handled the data card. "Place this into the computer and answer all the questions."
Luke and Biggs picked up the data card. They sat in front of their monitors and placed the card into the computer.
Welcome to the Imperial Academy –
As you are now seventeen you must do you duty and remain with the academy for two years. You may resign or continue to follow a glorious career with us.
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Last name, Middle Name, First Name.
Luke types:
Luke Anakin Skywalker.
Name of Father/ Legal Guardian:
Luke types:
Anakin Skywalker (deceased) Legal Guardian: Owen Lars
Name of Mother/Legal Guardian:
Luke types:
Name of mother: Unknown/ Legal Guardian: Beru Whitesun-Lars
After answering several questions the monitor finally requests date of birth. When Luke inputs it the computer screen blinks.
"Please take your data card and contact an imperial member immediately"
Luke picks up the data and gives to the man that had helped him. He places the data card in the computer and reads.
"You are not seventeen yet," he said.
"But I will be next month."
"Just a moment," the imperial said and left. He returned shortly after.
"It will be OK, young man. Welcome to the imperial academy."
MOS EISLEY…
Obi Wan and Owen arrived at the Mos Eisley.
Obi Wan didn't have to ask if Luke was there, the force signature was not present so he already knew he wasn't. Beru insisted in going with them, she knew how hot tempered was Owen then she figured she would try to calm down the young man.
"There is a sign up center at the end of this road" Obi Wan says as he reads the signs posted. "Perhaps we are too late."
"If he signed up without my consent, he will have to answer to me!" Owen groaned, nervous.
"They don't need consent, Owen. The Empire has decreed that signing up for the draft was mandatory at the age of seventeen."
"He is not seventeen yet, maybe they would turn him down."
Obi Wan thought about it. It was only one month for Luke's seventeenth birthday. /I have a bad feeling about this./
IMPERIAL RECRUIT CENTER
Luke was thrilled. He was going to the academy!
They had to check the skills before they placed him in the correct station.
The imperial recruiter looked up the database and Luke's answers.
"I see you are good in fixing things, right?"
"Yeah, I always put together my uncle's vaporators and droids for his farm."
"Excellent. Then you will be assigned to the assembly squadron."
"Will I fly?" Luke was eager to become a pilot, to see the stars.
"It is not my place to determine that." He handled Luke a data card. "Here, you must present yourself at docking bay 95 at Mos Eisley next week."
Luke observed the data card – It read: "New recruit: Skywalker – post – D.S."
He saw Biggs walking the corridor. "Hey, Biggs! Did you get your assignment?"
"Yeah, I did. I'll be a Tie-Fighter for the Executor."
"Wow! Isn't that the big destroyer commanded by Lord Vader? That is creepy!"
"I am not too happy about it," said Biggs.
"Why not?"
"Haven't you heard of him? He choke people without touching them!"
"Yeah, right?" Luke laughed. "You don't believe that, do you?"
"Didn't you study the "Rise of Empire" in school? He killed all the Jedi Knights on the temple, single handed."
"Whatever." Luke didn't care. He was excited in getting off that dust ball.
"What did you get, Luke?"
"I guess they want me to fix things or build things at
place called. D.S."
"What is D.S.?" Biggs asked.
"I don't know, really. I don't care. Anything is better than Tatooine." Luke responded. "Well, now you will pay me for the bantha burger you owe me."
"Always thinking with your stomach!" Biggs replied and laughed.
