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Vader was met with a face full of sand. He hated sand. His troopers filed out of the Star Destroyer and lined up for their assignments. Vader looked over his troopers, each waiting on his command. He knew these men would lie down their very lives for him.

"I need you to scout out the base. If anyone suspicious is around bring them back here immediately for interrogation," Vader stated.

"What of the bodies?" One trooper piped up.

"Identify them and alert their families," Vader replied.

The battalion gave their salute and headed off to fulfill their mission. FS-736 turned around to look at Vader. "Sir," he began, "what should we do about the boy in custody?"

"I'll leave that up to you, I have other things to attend to," Vader stated.

FS-736 looked stunned, "Why thank you, sir, it's a great honor."

Vader dismissed him. As the trooper walked away he got his transportation ready to find the disturbance in the force. He felt out with all of his senses and felt a presence he hadn't felt since Mustafar. So Kenobi was here after all. He got into his ship and sped off towards the presence. Kenobi would not get away from him this time.

"What do you mean he took all of the credits?" MH-117 asked Luke.

"I mean he was lying about it not being enough but you were so heavy and I just wanted to go to sleep," Luke whined.

MH-117 shook his head, "Great, well now we're penniless and it's not like I'll be getting my job back, the whole kriffing base's destroyed."

"Sorry," Luke mumbled.

MH-117 looked down at him. It wasn't the kid's fault they were in this situation, it was his. He was the one who drank too much and passed out. This poor kid had to watch out for the guy in charge of protecting him.

"Is there any way I can be of assistance?" an older gentleman came up to them. His eyes looked old as though they had seen many terrible things. He had a Coruscanti accent and held himself as though he came from a noble family. His hair had once been auburn but was now streaked with grays and whites. His graying beard looked as though it hadn't been trimmed in months.

"Uh… no thank you. We're totally fine. We were just going on our way," MH-117 said. There was no way he was going to trust a strange old man after what happened yesterday.

MH-117 took Luke by the hand and lead him away from the odd man. Luke turned around and looked at him. "Ben?" Luke asked.

"Hello, Luke. You sure have grown since I last saw you," Ben smiled.

"Luke, you know this man?" MH-117 asked.

"Yeah, this is Ben. He used to come visit us at the moisture farm," Luke explained. "But… he hasn't come over in a season or so," Luke added.

"Yes well, Owen and I had a few… let's just say disagreements," Ben supplied.

MH-117 was about to say something when Ben suddenly looked startled. He quickly masked the emotion and looked MH-117 straight in the eye. "You need to get Luke out of here," Ben commanded. MH-117 looked up at him, confusion covering his face. "Now, Malcolm."

Malcolm? No one knew him as Malcolm on this planet. That was a name he left back on Lothal when he joined the Stormtroopers. How had this man known his real name? Unless…

"You! You're Obi Wan Kenobi!" He fumbled grabbing his blaster from his belt, "You are under arrest for conspiring against the empire," he yelled at the old man. People in the street stopped to look at the scene.

"That's all good and well, but let's not make a scene. There's a much bigger issue here. Please just take the boy and run," Obi Wan calmly said with urgency.

"But-," before Malcolm could finish his sentence a black ship raced through the streets. Obi Wan looked pleadingly at Malcolm. He knew he should have stood his ground, should have protested but the urgency in Obi Wan's eyes made him grab Luke and flee. Something told him that the upcoming fight was one he did not want to be a part of.

Obi Wan watched the door of the ship open. A figure dressed in black armor stepped out of it, his breath loud and heavy. As soon as he had seen the figure memories from long ago surfaced.

You were the chosen one! It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them. You were to bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness!

I hate you!

You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you.

"Darth Vader," Obi Wan said, looking the man in the mask.

"Obi Wan Kenobi, it has been a while. You must have been the one to start the rebellion," Darth Vader accused.

Obi Wan looked at him confusion covering his face, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"It does not matter, soon you will be dead and the Jedi order with you," Vader said as he ignited his crimson lightsaber.

Obi Wan followed suit and the fight began. They exchanged blows left and right each as skillful as the other. The six years had taken its toll on both men neither as fast as they once had been. Vader, however had a slight upper hand. He had continued battling for the past six year where as Obi Wan was cowering on Tatooine. They made their way through an alley and struck at each other once again. Their lightsabers were locked against each other. They force pushed eachother away and made their way out of the alley and into a neighborhood filled with overcrowded buildings.

As the battle continued Vader took control of the offence while Kenobi continued to block each on coming hit. While he was busy blocking another swing, Vader used the force to throw a near by trash bag at him. Kenobi was momentarily destracted long enough for Vader to swing at Obi Wan, slicing off his hand in the process. Obi Wan let out a yelp of pain. Vader took his pain as an opportunity to force push him from under the garbage and into the nearest house.

Kenobi let out a groan as he forced himself up and back into a fighting position. He looked over his old apprentice. Vader's limbs were no longer his own, instead they were metal replacements for the ones he had chopped off. The black armor was to hide the body that had been burned and disfigured after landing in lava. Obi Wan guessed the respirator was now a necessity from burned lungs, another remnant from their battle.

If you're not with me, you're my enemy.

Only a Sith Lord deals in absolutes.

As he started to get up Vader put a large foot on his chest. Obi Wan tried again to lift himself but quickly gave up. There was no use, he was too weak from the blood loss and dizzy from his recent crash. After giving up he looked up to the boy who was once his padawan, his brother.

Padme, I need your help. Anakin is in grave danger.

From the Sith?

From himself . . . Padme, Anakin has turned to the dark side.

You're wrong! How could you even say that?

I have seen a security hologram of him killing younglings.

Vader pushed his foot down harder onto Obi Wan's chest. He let out a grunt as his breath began to labor. This was how he was going to join the force. Not by old age, not in some huge battle lasting hours. In a battle against his former padawan that lasted only long enough to get Luke out of sight. He shook his head and looked up at his onetime friend, the man who had once been his only family.

Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?

Don't say that, master. You're the closest thing I have to a father.

Luke looked miserable, he hadn't wanted to leave Kenobi. He was the only person from Anchorhead Luke had left. Malcolm hadn't stopped running since they first saw the ship and was almost at the destroyed base. He knew that the Stormtroopers Luke had called would turn up at his old place of work. Malcolm was of course correct. An entire battalion of troops examined the remnants of the base looking for clues left by those who had carried out the attacks. Some troopers were carrying out pieces of bodies, victims of the rebel's attack. He made Luke look away as he walked up to one of the troopers.

"What's going on?" Malcolm asked.

"Sir, this is strictly empire business. Please move along," the trooper replied.

"I am MH-117, one of the Stormtroopers stationed at this base. I demand to know why you're carrying out all of these dead bodies," Malcolm demanded.

"You were the trooper who survived?" the Stormtrooper asked.

Malcolm looked down at himself. He had taken off the white helmet during his night at the bar. Luke must have taken off his armor to make him more comfortable last night in the hotel room.

"Yes, I am. This is Luke. His family was in custody during the bombing," Malcolm said, pushing Luke forward.

"Hi," Luke said, his head to the ground. He was still fearing for Obi Wan's safety. He was the only one who could get him home, back to Anchorhead.

The trooper looked down at Luke then back up to the Stormtrooper accompanying him. "Follow me, FS-736 wanted to speak to any survivors. I believe he said he was looking for a little boy as well," the trooper said.

The pair did as they were asked and followed him into a makeshift base. They must have set it up rather quickly considering its lopsidedness. The base was a small tent with some wires coming out of it. Whichever way the Tatooine winds blew, it followed. The trooper opened up the flap of the tent to reveal another trooper scribbling down words on a datapad.

"FS-736, these are the two survivors from the bombing. They just showed up to the base," the trooper explained.

"Thank you, LR-918, you are dismissed," FS-736 said as the other Stormtrooper saluted and walked out of the tent. FS-736 turned to his new guests. He assumed the older man was the "friend" the boy had talked about. Luke. The child was very protective of his name. "You must be Luke. I'm the man you commed last night," he explained.

"Hi," Luke said, a bit distracted by the noise outside the tent.

"And you're the man who passed out and left this boy to fend for himself," FS-736 scowled.

Malcolm looked embarrassed, "It was a long day," he explained.

FS-736 nodded, still not convinced. "Your report from yesterday," he said.

Malcolm saluted and began the report, "Yes sir. We were told of a Jedi sighting in Mos Espa by the old Pod Racing arena and went to investigate. The witness said it was Skywalker, however he pointed out a couple along with little Luke here. We took them back to the base for questioning. The husband didn't provide much information however the wife told us that they had kidnapped Luke as a child. Before we could do anything the bombing happened. Protesters attacked the base so I was ordered to save Luke and run."

FS-736 looked at Luke shocked, "Are his biological parents still alive?"

"I do not believe them to be," Malcolm said.

FS-736 continued to look at Luke. There was something so familiar about him but he just couldn't place his finger on it. What was he going to do with a six year old orphan boy? Especially one who happened to be a key witness to an important trial. "We'll have to place him in the Imperial Child Services. Hopefully he'll get a nice foster home," he finally decided. "What's your last name?" he asked as he wrote in some information for child services.

Luke looked up at the Stormtrooper. He didn't know his last name anymore. If Owen and Beru had kidnapped him, how could he know for sure that Skywalker was his real last name? "I…I don't know…" Luke answered.

Poor kid, he was so shocked and confused after his long day. With the man tasked to protect him slacking off and passing out he doubted Luke got any sleep at all. "Okay, what was the last name of the people who raised you?" FS-736 asked.

"L-lars," Luke stuttered.

FS-736 nodded his head in understanding and wrote down the last name. "Okay, Luke Lars it is. Luke, do you like traveling in space?" he asked in an excited voice hoping to calm Luke down.

Luke shook his head excitedly, "I wanna be a pilot when I grow up!"

FS-736 smiled, "Well, I have some good news for you. I'm going to get you a flight all the way to Coruscant, how does that sound?"

Luke looked excited for a moment until he realized what he meant by going to Coruscant. He would never come back to Tatooine, never see his Aunt and Uncle be buried, never find Ben. His entire life would change. "I don't know-," Luke began before being cut off by Malcolm.

"Come on, Luke, what's left here for you anyway? In Coruscant anything can happen. You don't have anywhere else to go," he said.

Luke took that into consideration. It was true. Hos guardians were dead, Ben was most likely dead, he just knew it from the way Malcolm dragged him away from the oncoming battle, and there was no way he would be able to fend for himself in Anchorhead. He looked up at Malcolm, "Will you come with me?" Luke asked.

"I'm needed here, little buddy, to find the people responsible for all this. But if I ever make it to Coruscant I'll be sure to look you up, okay?" he said.

"Okay," Luke sadly agreed.

Malcolm walked out of the tent to help out the rest of the Stormtroopers. Luke looked up at his new guardian. He was busy on the datapad filling out the information needed to get Luke off of the force forsaken planet and on to his new life in Coruscant.

"So, what's your real name?" Luke asked.

FS-736 looked up, "Excuse me?"

"Your real name. I mean that was MH-117 but his real name was Malcolm. What's your real name? Your parents didn't just name you FS-736, did they?" Luke asked innocently.

"How did you come across MH-117's real name, Luke?" FS-736 asked.

Luke looked up at him, confused about why his real name would be such a big concern, "Ben called him Malcolm, isn't that his real name? Don't all of you have real names?"

"How did this Ben know MH-117's name?" He was getting more and more confused.

Luke shrugged, "I dunno, Malcolm called him something else though. I think he said Obi Wan or something."

Obi Wan. Obi Wan Kenobi had been a famous Jedi during the Clone Wars but he surely couldn't mean him. All of the Jedi were dead. "Obi Wan… Kenobi?" he forced himself to ask, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. If such a skilled Jedi were on Tatooine that would make their mission a more difficult. They would need troops patrolling the area, Vader would be easily irritated. Well, more easily irritated that is. They wouldn't be able to rest until the Jedi scum was out of the picture.

"I think so, that was Ben's last name anyway," Luke said. He looked down to his lap and began fiddling with his fingers. "Do you think Ben's okay? There was a scary man who attacked him with a red stick and… and Ben's the closest thing to family I have left. I mean since Aunt Beru an Uncle Owen…" Luke let the ending hang. He couldn't say the rest. Not yet.

It didn't take much for FS-736 to put together who the man with the red stick was. Luke's friend, Ben, or Obi Wan, or whoever he was, was probably dead. "I'm sure he'll be okay," he lied. "Besides, soon enough you'll have a new family in Coruscant with plenty of food and care. You know, Coruscant has the best schools in the galaxy? I'm sure you'll have a great time there," he tried to sound excited but knew Luke was still upset.

"I know you're lying about Ben. I always know when people are lying. Is the scary man going to kill him too?" Luke asked.

FS-736 sighed and looked Luke right in the eye, "He probably will."

Vader made it back to his ship much happier than when he left it. "Happy" wasn't exactly the right word, but surely in a much better mood. He had taken care of whatever problem he had set out to fix that much was clear to all men aboard his ship. Vader wasn't "happy" because there was still a disturbance in the force coming from Mos Espa. He couldn't quite place where it was coming from but it was starting to turn his better mood worse.

He made his way to the communications room to contact the emperor about Obi Wan. Darth Vader hated these brief meetings but the emperor wanted to stay informed of any big news. Vader started up the holo projector and kneeled down on to his knee.

The emperor's hooded figure came into view. "Why did you decide to disturb me, Lord Vader?" he grumbled.

"My master, I have found Kenobi at long last while investigating a protest turned rebellion on Tatooine," he said.

"Kenobi? Did you deal with him my apprentice?" the emperor asked. This mundane report was starting to get interesting.

"He has been dealt with," Vader replied.

"And what of the rebellion, how is the search for the perpetrators?"

"There were only two witnesses left alive. It seems the rebels detonated at least three explosives. Only one Stormtrooper survived."

"What of the other witness?" the emperor asked.

"A local boy it seems. He was a prisoner in the base when it happened," Vader said.

"Hmm," Vader could tell the emperor was scheming under his cloak. Did he know something Vader didn't know? "I trust you to deal with this, my old friend. Figure out who the rebels are and report back to me within the next seventy two standard hours." With that the emperor turned off his communicator and left Vader to his own thoughts about destroying the blossoming rebellion.

Please don't hate me for the Obi Wan thing. I had a lot of ideas but this one seemed the most organic. I feel like at this point in the universe Obi Wan has mostly been working on meditation and stuff like that while Vader has been out doing combat missions and killing Jedi for the past six years. Anyway please follow, favorite and review!