Told you it would be quick, thanks to all of my reviewers!

The force called out a warning. For six years Obi Wan had lived on this planet and never once had the force called to him so strongly. He knew it had to do with Luke. The Lars family had taken a trip to Mos Espa, Beru had told him before they left. Owen had been against the whole plan calling it far too risky for Luke and Obi Wan couldn't agree more. He realized how important it was that Luke know where exactly his father grew up but Mos Espa was crawling with Imperials, Stormtroopers patrolled every street. It was not a safe place for Luke in the slightest.

Within seconds his hood was on, his pockets filled with his extra credits, and his lightsaber hung loosely on his side. Obi Wan strutted outside of his homestead and hopped onto his landspeeder, the faster he got to Luke the better, and at his current speed it didn't seem like he'd get there soon enough. It would take a miracle of the force to Luke before anything bad happened.

Beru didn't want to go through questioning any more. She was beat, bloody, and hardly awake anymore. But she knew she couldn't give up. Not now. Not after six precious years with her sweet nephew.

"We'll go through this one more time, what is your name?" The trooper asked.

"B-beru…..Lar…s" she forced out.

The trooper checked the lie detector attached to Beru. "Good," he said, "Where are you from?"

"Out…outside Anchorhead."

"Now tell me about your family. Any brothers or sisters?" It was at least the fifth time he asked her this question. Each time she responded it had come out as a lie.

"A… a sister… Luke's m-mother," she said.

The lie detector buzzed. Electricity swam through her boy.

"Now Beru, do you want to rephrase that? Are you sure you have a sister?" The Stormtrooper asked.

"…no…no sister…"

The lie detector stayed silent.

"Now we're getting somewhere. You listed your sister Shmi as Luke's mother. Well Shmi doesn't exist so who exactly are Luke's parents?" the trooper questioned.

Beru remained silent and received another bolt of electricity through her veins. She couldn't keep this up much longer, her façade had already been shattered and now she was being pushed to the edge.

"I'll ask one more time and start more slowly. Let's start with his mother. Who is the boy's mother?" the Stormtrooper asked.

Beru was tired, worn out, and could no longer feel the majority of her body. She just wanted the pain to end.

"P-padmé…. Padmé A…amidala," Beru said before fainting.

Luke sat down on the bed in his cell. He had been left alone for too long and was getting bored. The Stormtrooper who had been watching him disappeared as soon as he said his name. He didn't know who "General Skywalker" was but it couldn't have been his dad, his dad was a navigator on a spice freighter, not a general. He didn't quite understand why his aunt and uncle lied to the first Stormtrooper about his parents but it was always like that, they always told people he was related to his aunt, probably because his father was a criminal and they didn't want to get in trouble.

MH-117 entered the room at looked at Luke. Now that he thought about it the boy did kind of look like General Skywalker had on all of the war posters. The same eyes, the same hair, even the same chin. But KD-030 was right, there was no way this kid was a Jedi.

"Um… Mr. Stormtrooper, sir. I'm sorry if I did something wrong. I just want to go home…sir…" Luke mumbled.

MH-117 shook his head. He was certain this kid was no Jedi, he was far too nervous. Too gentile, too soft spoken to be the hard-headed General Skywalker's son as well. He was certain, this was not a child who should be in the custody of the empire.

"Okay, kid," Luke looked up at him, his eyes filled with betrayal, "Luke. I'm gonna try to get you out, okay?" MH-117 promised. He wasn't sure how well he'd be able to keep it but he had to do something to keep the kid from freaking out.

"You… you really promise?" Luke asked.

"Yeah, sure, Luke."

Luke looked up to the man as though he were staring into the eyes of the greatest hero in the galaxy, as though this man in front of him were the Hero with no Fear. MH-117 thought it to be ironic considering who the boy shared a surname with but brushed the feeling away. Just as MH-117 was about to go talk to his superior about letting the boy go KD-030 walked in.

"This boy is too transported straight to the Imperial Center," he said.

"What? Why?" MH-117 asked. The guardians seemed more than fit to take care of him. As soon as they woke up that was.

"He is the victim of a kidnapping and is to be taken immediately for further processing."

Kidnapping. The word swarmed around MH-117's mind like stars in light speed. There was no way this child was a victim of kidnapping. His guardians were perfectly capable of taking care of him and truly loved him. They were just poor moisture farmers, not kidnappers. They seemed relatively poor as well, they wouldn't just kidnap a child to take care of if they could hardly take care of themselves.

"I don't understand. Why would you take this case so seriously, it's just some backwater world kidnapping, it happens all the time. Who's to say that the kid's parents are even still alive? They could have saved him from the Sand People, or the family could have given him up," MH-117 said. He didn't know why he was defending this family but something inside of him said that it just wasn't right that the boy, Luke, should be taken away from his beloved family. They were the boy's aunt and uncle for Sith's sake.

"The boy is the son of a former member of the senate. He was thought to be dead for six years. A case like this is very sensitive and must be handled by the correct authorities. The Imperial Center for Displaced Children will handle it," KD-030 explained.

"And what of his guardians?" MH-117 asked. He did not like where this was going.

KD-030 didn't hesitate, "They will be executed for treason against the empire."

MH-117 looked over to Luke. The boy looked dazed and confused. His whole world was turned upside down. His beloved aunt and uncle had kidnapped him. He was starting to doubt that they really were his relatives. The life he had been living was nothing more than a compilation of lies given to him by his "aunt" and "uncle." To make matters worse the only two people who he had ever known as family, the two people in the galaxy who had ever cared for him, who had fed him bantha stew when he was sick, soothed him after every nightmare, and celebrated every birthday, were going to be executed.

"No!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Please no! Don't take them away from me," he sobbed into his hands.

Just as MH-117 was about to comfort Luke an explosion went off on the wall of the interrogation room. Anti-imperial protestors piled into the base, trampling over the bodies fallen to the floor from the bomb. Trampling over the body of Beru. They took out their blasters and started shooting. Everything and everyone became a target in their crusade to show off their "patriotism" towards the Old Republic. KD-030 commanded his troops to fire at will but by the time they were able to grab their outdated blasters half of the troopers were taken out.

KD-030 swore under his breath. There were far too many protestors for his depleting troopers to handle. He looked over to MH-117 and Luke. He couldn't let a citizen of the Empire be killed needlessly by some rebellious protestors with blasters.

"MH-117, get the boy to safety, he must be kept alive. Is that understood," KD-030 commanded.

"Yes sir." MH-117 gave a salute and opened the boy's cell. "Come on, kid, we have to go." Luke was not budging. He was too focused on the carnage around him. Stray bolts weaved around his head. Several had hit Uncle Owen's limp body. He wasn't sure if they came from protestors or Stormtroopers. He didn't care. Another bomb went off in the distance, this time it hit the break room. "Now!" MH-117 ordered.

Luke was drawn out of his gaze and ran out of his cell, MH-117 right next to him. He wasn't very fast and was slowing them down. MH-117 bent down and picked up Luke, slinging him over his shoulder. He ran as fast and as far away as he could. He felt Luke stiffen moments before he heard the final blast. He heard scrap metal falling from the sky and the whoops and hollers of victory coming from the protestors who were lucky enough not to get caught up in the destruction of the Mos Espa base.

"Kriff," MH-117 swore as he took a moment to look behind him.

Metal and limbs were falling from the sky like rain. They landed on to the sand with soft thuds. The spectacle was finished in only seconds but it felt like hours. In a mere matter of minutes his friends, coworkers, and job were all lost to him. Minutes. That's all it took for protestors. No. Not protestors. Rebels. Rebels had taken over the Mos Espa base. Rebels had stolen his friends and livelihood. And they did so in only a matter of minutes simply because the Stormtroopers at Mos Espa base were unprepared and unequipped.

MH-117 placed Luke down and took off his helmet. There was no one here to tell him whether or not to wear it so who cared. They walked side by side before they reached the local Cantina. A drink was the only thought on MH-117's mind.

"Hey, kid, you want anything?" he asked Luke.

"I'm six," Luke responded.

"Oh, right. Okay, just give me something cheap that'll get me drunk fast," he said to the bartender.

"A Stormtrooper, we don't get much of you here," the bartender said. He used two of his arms to make a drink, two more were cleaning some mugs while he rested his chin on the fifth. All four of his eyes were focused on MH-117.

"Yeah, well, the commander was a real hard ass," he said.

The trooper in charge of answering transmissions was just about to go on break when someone from Tatooine tried calling. That was odd, they had never had a transmission from Tatooine, at least not before earlier that day. In fact, getting two tranmissions from any one planet in a single day was quite odd unless they were communicating about an invasion or keeping Lord Vader updated on a rebel uprising. He put down his mug filled with hot caff and took the call. No image showed up.

"This is Star Destroyed Executor. Who is on the other line?" he asked, his voice filled with annoyance and boredom.

"Um… hi… I uh… how are you?" the voice said.

"I need your name, now or I'll hang up," he was starting to regret taking this call.

"Wait… don't hang up!" the voice seemed to…sniffle?

"How old are you?" he asked, a gnawing suspicion grew in his gut.

The sniffling stopped and the voice responded, practically beaming, "I just turned six today."

Six years old, his own boy was around that age, "Wow, what a big boy you are, but calling an imperial flagship is something you shouldn't be doing by yourself or at all until you join the military."

"Yeah but my friend's hurt and this was the last frequency on his comm. You have to help him!"

The last frequency on his comm? He must be talking about the Stormtrooper who was certain there was a Jedi on Tatooine. "Was there an attack? Are you in any danger?" he asked.

"Well there was an attack on the base," he paused mustering up all the courage he could to continue. "Th-they all died. And… and…and… the bad people were happy," the voice gave out a little cough from holding back tears.

The Stormtrooper was now frantic, "Are you hurt? Is your friend in one piece?" he asked.

"I'm okay, but my friend wasn't hurt in the attack. We're at a Cantina and he was drinking a lot but now he won't get up!" the voice's words were coming out at an alarming rate.

"We're on our way. I will inform Lord Vader about the attack. Do you have a room to stay in?"

"I live really far from here and I don't know where he lives…" the voice trailed off.

The trooper sighed, "Okay, go to the nearest hotel. I'm transferring you enough credits curtesy of the empire to stay a night at a hotel. Don't worry, boy, the Empire will make sure you and your friend are safe."

"My name's Luke, not boy," the boy, Luke, said defiantly.

"And mine's FS-736, it's nice to meet you, Luke."

Luke dragged the body of his passed out friend to the first hotel he could find. It wasn't much, during the time of the republic slaves had lived here but for the most part, in Mos Espa at least, slavery was mostly abolished. Uncle Owen had said it was the only good thing the empire had done. Luke's heart clenched at the thought. Had his aunt and uncle truly kidnapped him, were they even related? It didn't matter, he couldn't ask them, they were dead. Blown into pieces by angry citizens.

Luke entered the hotel and found an alien attending the front desk. He was large and took up nearly the entire space behind it. He leaned back on an oversized chair watching the news. The emperor was on talking about some new decision to crack down on anti-alien laws. The clerk made a sour face at the holo as the emperor spoke.

"Excuse me, sir?" Luke looked up at the alien.

"What'd'ya want, boy?" the alien asked.

"May I please have a room? My friend's hurt and won't wake up. A nice Stormtrooper gave us some money to rent out a room for him to recover in. He said it was a gift from the empire," Luke explained.

"A nice Stormtrooper, eh? Like those exist. I'll getcha a room, boy. How big a gift did the empire give ya anyway?" he said the word gift as though it were poison.

"Umm…"Luke dug into his pocket and grabbed the comm. "He said he transferred it to this, but I don't know how to get to it," he said.

The alien took the comm from Luke's hand and fiddled with it for a moment. When he found the amount of credits he was blown away. The empire really was being generous to this kid for some odd reason. A plan started to work his way around his head.

"Oh no, looks like the empire really doesn't care about you all that much. They didn't send you much at all. Don't worry though, boy, I think I can squeeze you into one of our cheapest rooms," he said with mock sympathy.

Luke looked him dead in the eye. "You're lying."

"And how would ya know that?" he challenged.

"Because… I just know you are," Luke stated.

This kid couldn't possibly know he was lying. He had one of the best sabacc faces in the Outer Rim. He was bluffing, he had to be. "Okay, boy, listen. I really can't do better than this room. Just consider this part of my generosity."

Luke was about to argue but looked down at MH-117. He couldn't drag his friend around much longer. He weighed out his options and decided to just get the room. The alien got out of his chair and made his way outside and down the hall. He was starting to feel guilty for over charging the boy and offered up some old videos from the Clone Wars he had hanging around for him to watch while his friend napped on the bed.

Once the alien left Luke rolled MH-117 onto a bed and popped in a tape. They were all just old news footage that the alien must have recorded onto videoholos for later on but Luke didn't care. He became engrossed in every word the Jedi generals had to say. One Jedi specifically caught his attention. He was tall with blond hair and a scar across his face. What caught Luke's attention the most were his blue eyes. They were practically identical to his. The tapes cut in and out, and the top and bottom of many of them were cut off from the viewer.

MH-117 rolled over onto his side and groaned, placing a hand onto his head. He really should not have had that third drink, whatever it was. The name, along with his entire night escaped him. As he began to sit up it hit him. The podrcing arena. Luke. Jedi. Calling Vader. Kidnapping. The attack. His comrades. Dead.

He took in his surroundings and realized he was in some crummy hotel room in Mos Espa. In front of him was Luke, absorbed in old news from the days of the Clone Wars. On the Holo he noticed General Skywalker giving an interview about their latest attack.

"He was some warrior," MH-117 mumbled.

Luke turned around looking as though he had just seen a ghost. "You're alive!" he yelled as he ran u and tackled MH-117 onto the bed.

"Of course I am, I just had a bit much to drink is all. What are you watching?" he asked.

"Oh, the nice alien at the desk gave me some holos from the Clone Wars. They all have this really cool man in them and he fought in all these battles. Why don't we learn any of this in school? I thought history was important?" Luke asked.

MH-117 groaned. His head still hurt far too much to answer Luke's questions. "Hold up a second kid, the night still hasn't caught up with me yet."

"Oh. Well you drank a lot and called me your buddythe whole night. Um… there were a lot of girls surrounding you and petting me. It was kind of weird. Then you passed out so I called some Star Destroyer and-"

"You called a Star Destroyer? Luke, you can't just go calling some Star Destroyer without me," he scolded.

"I thought you were dead! Besides, the nice man gave us money from the empire to get this hotel room," he defended.

"Are they coming?" MH-117 asked.

"Who?"

"The Star Destroyer, is it coming here to help?" he clarified.

"Oh, yep! He said they'd be here today," Luke said cheerfully.

"Thank the stars."

"Sir, I didn't want to disturb you last night but there was another disturbance on Tatooine," FS-736 reported.

Vader looked to the trooper. What could have possible happened on that planet now? "Give me a brief report."

"Yes sir," FS-736 saluted. "It seems that there was a protest that turned deadly near the Mos Espa base. Sir, I don't know how to put this but our intelligence says that they're all… dead sir. All but one and a boy who was being held prisoner there at the time."

Vader didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure if he should be happy that the desert planet currently below them was suffering just as much as it had made him suffer. Or should he be angry. These protestors, or rebels it sounded more accurate, killed one of the empire's squadrons and destroyed empire property. He liked the feeling of anger more. He was determined to find this little rebellion and crush it before it took root.

"Prepare for landing in the Mos Espa port."

Okay, glad that's out. Hopefully more will be coming soon! Reviews, follows, and favorites keep me fueled though so the more of those the more effort I'll put into this. And yeah I know, huge bummer that Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen died but I didn't really want Luke to pin down their death on rebels or the empire (even though he's totally gonna pin it on the rebels, right?) so this is the best I could come up with. Don't worry though, Luke will still be Luke, just a little less trusting as he grows up.