Hi everyone, sorry for no author's note last time, I just figured this whole thing out. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this second chapter, sorry it came out a bit slow but I'm about half into the third already of that helps you. So yep, enjoy!

Oh and I don't own Star Wars or anything like that, totally not George Lucas in disguise.

Luke looked around the arena with big eyes. Never in his life had he seen so many people gathered in one place. Many of the tourists took out holorecorders and snapped picture or took videos of the old monument to speed and human engineering. Tatooine didn't have much but just seeing how much this meant to so many people in the galaxy made Luke proud to be from the twin sun planet for once in his life.

His aunt and uncle lead him towards a tour group about to explain the history of podracing. Almost every pod racer was an alien species of some sort. It only made sense that there had been such a huge following of the sport on a planet such as Tatooine since most of its citizens were some sort of alien. The aliens that participated in the sport had to be small enough to fit into the cockpit and have excellent reflexes which is why not many humans could do it. Adult humans were too big to even fit into the cockpit of a racer let alone pilot it. Humans also did not possess the adequate amount of reflexes needed in order to avoid any obstacle in their way. For the most part those obstacles were the other racers crashing into them or attacking with their podracers.

Luke was having the time of his life hearing about all of the incredible races that happened on his home planet. He had almost wondered away from the group three times while staring at the bleachers surrounding him. Uncle Owen had to get the boy's attention so he wouldn't be left behind. It was the fourth time Luke almost wondered off when Stormtroopers surrounded the group. One of the troopers grabbed Aunt Beru while another handcuffed Uncle Owen.

"What's all this about!" Uncle Owen screamed. "Let my wife go!"

The trooper pushed Owen onto the ground harshly. He grabbed Owen by the front of the shirt and pulled him back up. Placing a blaster to the man's temple the Stormtrooper ordered him to be still and silent.

The Stormtrooper sighed, his day was supposed to be easy. Nothing ever happened on Tatooine, at least nothing that required the Empire to intervene right away. The Stormtroopers on Tatooine, for the most part, were not exactly the most motivated. Most spent as much time as possible hiding in their base away from the twin suns. He hadn't expected much from today either until the call from a local blathering on about a Jedi came in. Of course they didn't believe him at first, of all the places in the galaxy a Jedi would never choose to live on Tatooine. The longer the Toydarian spoke the less the troopers believed him. Until, that is, he mentioned the name of the Jedi. Skywalker. Many of them remembered him as the Hero with no Fear. They all knew him to be dead but the emperor mandated that anything having to do with a Jedi be investigated thoroughly, specifically any with ties to Anakin Skywalker or Obi Wan Kenobi. So here they were, arresting some poor kid and his family just for having the same last name as a famous Jedi.

Luke was terrified. His aunt and uncle were being arrested, Stormtroopers were ushering him towards the exit with them. He had no idea where they were going or if he was even going to be able to stay with his family. He walked in between two of the Stormtroopers, his hands cuffed behind his back. They looked down at him occasionally to make sure he was keeping up his pace with them. As they walked Luke listened in on their conversation.

"Do you think we'll have to contact Lord Vader about this?" one asked.

"I doubt it, it's probably nothing. I mean just look at these people, they're nothing but some moisture farmers from the sticks. There's no way they know anything about Jedi," the other responded.

"What's a Jedi?" Luke asked his captors.

"What's a Jedi? Kid how do you not know what a Jedi is? They're only the most incredible warriors ever!" The first trooper said.

"Watch your tongue, that's traitor talk," the second trooper snapped.

"I mean, they were. Before they turned on the empire that is. I heard one of the masters tried to kill the emperor," the first trooper corrected.

"But if they were so powerful how could someone kill them all?" Luke asked.

"We did," the first guard replied. "Us and Lord Vader."

"You see, kid, KD-030 was a clone trooper. They were all grown in some lab to be the perfect soldier," the second guard explained.

"Oh," was all Luke said in response.

The troopers marched the family into a small base. It was a common enough sight on Tatooine, and old shop converted into a base for the empire. The roof was starting to rip off from the building, wires hung down from an outdated communications satellite. The door the family and troopers entered was rusting and made a loud creeeekkk as it slid open.

Luke looked around the base. They entered a sort of office with three doors inside. One of the doors was opened and revealed a few Stormtroopers sitting and chatting about current events. A recruitment poster with a man covered in black armor commanding a legion of troopers. Their captors separated Owen from Beru and Luke and dragged him to a door containing the interrogation room. Luke and Beru were taken to a holding unit and were placed into separate cells. KD-030 threw Luke into his cell.

"Luke! Luke are you okay?" Aunt Beru cried after hearing her nephew hit the floor.

"I'm okay," Luke groaned.

"No talking to each other," KD-030 said. He turned to the other trooper. "MH-117 I need you to watch over them while I go help interrogate the husband. Try not to mess this up."

"I've got this. It's not like I haven't played babysitter before. It's all I get to do in this Sith forsaken place," MH-117 mumbled. KD-030 shook his head and walked out the door.

"How long are we going to be in here for?" Luke asked.

"Just until we get everything straightened out, kid. It shouldn't take too long some wack job just called us and claimed you guys were hiding a Jedi. It should be over in an hour and you guys can go back to sightseeing or whatever you're here for," MH-117 explained.

"Will Uncle Owen be okay? You guys were being really mean to him on the way here," Luke asked.

"He'll be fine, kid."

Several minutes passed before Owen was dropped off into one of the cells. He had been beaten. His left eye was swollen shut, parts of his shirt were torn off, underneath the tears were burn marks and slashes. His bottom lip was swollen and turning purple. He slouched onto the floor mumbling curses Luke had never heard of before he passed out. Beru let out a shriek as troopers tore her away from the scene. She reached out a hand to Owen as tears fell from her eyes.

"You said he'd be okay!" Luke screamed at MH-117.

"He was probably being difficult, kid. I don't know what to tell you," MH-117 said leaning back in his chair. He was really getting tired of watching this kid and his family.

"My name's not kid," Luke protested.

MH-117 raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What was that, kid?" he taunted.

"I said my name's not kid. It's Luke, Luke Skywalker."

"Sky-skywalker? Like that general from the Clone Wars?" MH-117 whispered to himself.

Before Luke could reply the trooper was out the door to let the others know about his find. They really had found a Jedi. The crazy Toydarian wasn't just making things up. There really was a Jedi hiding on Tatooine. But he still looked young, he was probably just one of those Padawans he had heard about growing up. MH-117 burst into the interrogation room to find Beru crying and KD-030 leaning against his desk waiting for her to calm down.

"MH-117, I told you to watch the prisoners," KD-030 said in annoyance.

"Yes, sir, but there's been a situation." At that Beru stopped sobbing and looked up with tear filled eyes. KD-030 stood up straight and looked MH-117straight into his mask.

"What kind of situation," he said through closed teeth.

"The boy. I believe him to be a Jedi, sir." MH-117 said calmly.

"That boy is no Jedi. Jedi have lightsabers, they have robes. If he were a Jedi he would have escaped by now and from the lack of commotion I'd say he's still lost and scared in his little cell," KD-030 said.

"Yes, sir. But the boy's name is Skywalker…sir."

KD-030 pinched the bridge of his nose. "Jedi don't have children. General Skywalker was very keen to sticking to that code just as all Jedi are. That boy's father was not General Skywalker and he is not in any way a Jedi," he scolded.

"Yes, sir. But are you sure? Skywalker is not a very common name in the galaxy. Surely there must be some relation."

"Even if there is, it doesn't mean anything. That's not how the force works, it's not just something you get from your great uncle once removed or however they're related."

MH-117 nodded his head and walked out of the room. As he shut the door he heard Beru scream in pain. Something seemed off about this family, they were just simple tourists yet they wouldn't give answers to simple questions and would rather be tortured. And the boy, Luke. Something seemed odd about him, whether it was his name or something else. He made his way towards the office comm and looked at the list of frequencies to use for certain situations. His eyes spotted one never before used on Tatooine and inputted it into the machine. He bowed his head and kneeled at the figure in front of him.

Lord Vader hated being interrupted from his meditation, specifically for something as unimportant as a message from that dreaded planet. But the force was calling out for him to answer it. There was something in the force convincing him that this was an important message that could be life changing.

"L-lord V-Vad-er, I-I'm so-so honored you a-accepted- accepted my transmission," the Stormtrooper on the other end stumbled over his words.

"Stand up and state you're business. If I hear you stutter one more time I'm ending this and considering it a waste of my time," Vader said.

The Stormtrooper stood and cleared his throat, clearly still terrified of the dark lord, "Yes sir, I mean my Lord. Umm… there's a boy here. A boy who I have identified to be a Jedi. He's about-,"

"A boy? You interrupted me to tell me about a boy you believe to be a Jedi? There are no more Jedi, I've personally seen to that. There is no one left to train him," Vader bellowed. He had been called over to listen to a backwater Stormtrooper tell him that on an outerrim planet someone was training Jedi. That was impossible, unless…

"Sir, uh Lord, I am sorry for interrupting you, I truly am. It's just this boy he-," Vader interrupted the trooper again.

"Did the boy tell you of a Master," Vader stated.

"A Master? No, we haven't exactly-,"

Vader hung up on the trooper. The force was pulling and calling for him to go to Tatooine. His Star Destroyer was only a few systems away and it couldn't hurt for him to check the planet. His old master knew how much he had hated the cursed desert planet therefore making it the perfect place to hide for six long years.

Six years. It had been six years since the raise of the Empire. Six long years since he last held his dear wife in his arms. Six years since he lost his child, his limbs, and his freedom from his life support suit and his master. Six years to the day.

Darth Vader snapped out of his musings and walked up to the bridge. "Commander, let the captain know we have a new destination," Vader said.

"Yes my Lord. To where?" the commander asked.

"Tatooine."

Okay so don't forget to review. I'll probably wait until the whole thing is done until I do edits and stuff.