Disclaimer: Not mine – George Lucas is the rightful owner,
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Chapter 3 – THE DRAFT
Luke and Biggs were eating at the food center across the Recruit Center.
"Next week…I don't think uncle Owen will have a choice to stop me this time."
Luke said while working on his second burger.
"We'd better get home, then."
When Luke arrived at the farm he was surprised that the speeder was not parked.
"Uncle Owen! Aunt Beru!"
Luke walked around and didn't see anybody. He went to his bedroom and started playing his holo games.
MOS EISLEY
Obi Wan, Owen and Beru looked everywhere, no sign of Luke.
"We must remain calm about this. Let's go back." Obi Wan said and they headed back to the farm.
LARS HOMESTEAD….
"Luke is there!" Obi Wan sensed the force signature before arriving the house.
Obi Wan and Beru rushed into the house.
"Luke! Luke!" Owen cries out.
"Yes, uncle Owen?" Luke said as he came out of his room. He was surprised to see Ben Kenobi with him. His uncle never allowed him to get near the house.
"Where have you been?" Owen asked.
"Biggs and I went to Mos Eisley to sign up for the draft."
"Did you sign up?' Owen asked nervously.
"Of course I did! I'll be seventeen next month, what is wrong in doing that a little earlier?"
Obi Wan shook his head. "I am afraid we are too late, Owen."
"Too late for what?" Luke asked in puzzlement.
"Luke, you shouldn't sign up for this draft. You don't understand but you are putting yourself in great danger." Obi Wan said.
"Why?"
"Because what the empire represents, Luke." Obi Wan answered. "There is no democracy in the galaxy and the empire is the very evil destroying people's liberties."
"I already received my assigned post." Luke replied.
"When do you suppose to leave?"
"Next week,"
"Then you must go, perhaps it is the will of the Force."
"No, he is not going!" Owen cried out.
"Owen, he enlisted. If he doesn't show up, they will hunt him down and kill him as a deserter, it would be worse."
"Very well, but.."
"Owen. The Force will be with him.
ONE WEEK LATER…
When Luke departed to the Academy Beru Lars cried. Owen was
upset and for a earlier argument with his nephew. Although he disapproved Obi Wan's idea of letting him go, deep down he knew it would be wise to do so. The empire would look for him… He feared that his stepbrother would find him…
Luke was thrilled with the whole thing. He had never gotten out of Tatooine, now he was on hyperspace! He was staring at the stars without blinking.
"Hi there, I'm Dack," a young man approached him.
"I'm Luke."
"Are you excited?" Dack asked.
"Yeah, I would say so, specially leaving Tatooine."
"Are you going to pilot too?" Dack asked.
"I hope so, but I am also a mechanic. I'm good in fixing things."
"Cool" Dack replies.
Dack looked out and gasped.
"Look at the size of that thing!" he said as he approached the battle station.
"Wow! It is big!" Luke replied. "What is it?"
"Don't you know? It is the Death Star…"
"What?" the name of the battle station gave Luke the chills.
"It is where all recruits are going and then they will be sent to different ways." Dack said.
"I was assigned to a place called D.S.." Luke spoke nervous still thinking about the power of that battle station.
"Wow, you are going to work there!" Dack replied with great surprise.
"I should have listened to my uncle…" Luke answered.
"Why?"
"That dust ball planet was not as scary as this thing up there…"
Luke sensed something, kind of dark… He knew it was the Force Obi Wan always told about. He was feeling a deep and dark sorrow and something else…closeness to the source….but why? What would be the Force trying to tell him? He closed his eyes and entered in deep meditation, just as Obi Wan had taught him since he was a child.
He was alerted previously by Obi Wan that if he tapped into the Force another Jedi could fell it. He wasn't worried about…The Jedi were all but extinct and Obi Wan was the last Jedi on the Galaxy… What would be the chances to have another Jedi amongst the imperial ranks, really?
DEATH STAR…
Moff Tarkin, General Motti and Darth Vader sat in a round table conference room.
"We must have this battle station operational to weed out the rebels. Only that we can have the hold on the galaxy." Moff Tarkin said.
"You put too much faith on this technological terror," Vader replied. "The rebels…."
Vader suddenly stopped… There was a burst of emotions and feelings that had been broadcasted through the Force…
"Lord Vader?" Moff Tarkin asked. "Are you all right?"
Darth Vader held on the top of the chair and maintained balance.
"There is a ship approaching." Vader replied.
"Oh, yes. The new recruits are going to be arriving soon. But how…" Moff Tarkin stopped the question, he knew about Vader's powers.
General Motti frowned.
"I must see that ship!" Vader replied.
"They are only ensigns, my lord, why?"
"I sensed something, elusive…but I am sure that there is a Jedi amongst them!" Vader was furious.
"A Jedi?" General Motti laughed. "You, my friend is the last one left of that religion, which in fact is not that powerful because you were not able to conjure up a way to defeat those rebels."
General Motti started to feel his neck constricting…
"I find your lack of faith disturbing." Vader replied as he held Motti on the choke hold.
"Enough! Release him Lord Vader!" Moff Tarkin asked.
"As you wish." Vader replied and released Motti.
"I am going to see this ship and I will find this hidden Jedi!" Vader spat and left in a hurry.
