Author's Note- Since this story has gotten two follows and added to a community, [Yeah, someone actually likes it!], I'm continuing the story. I can't wait to see the new Star Wars Movie, and I just saw Big Hero Six! Thanks iltanen and prankprincess123! Anyways for Chapter 2...

Chapter 2:-Luke's POV- Trouble from the Empire

5 BBY [Or is it?]

Luke stared at the sky of Tatooine; Tatoo I and Tatoo II were the stars of Luke's home planet. Ever since he was nine years old, he longed to fly like his father. He had wondered who his mother was once upon a time, but Aunt Beru was like a mother to him. He wondered if his father was a mechanic, pilot, and adventurous like himself; he imagined his father like that. He also imagined his mother as a political figure, for some odd reason, that was also adventurous, stubborn, wise, and pretty. Imagining his mother had brought peace to Luke, while imagining his father only brought longing.

Luke sighed. Wishing for his father wouldn't help; the facts said that he was dead, but a nagging feeling told him he wasn't. Luke walked away from the spot he had been standing on; he was letting go of the past. He walked into their house, only stopping to wave hi to Aunt Beru. He threw away the information he had on the Imperial Academy. He smiled sadly before walking out of his room. This is the new life; he couldn't turn back now.

Luke felt the nagging feeling again; something wasn't right. He walked quickly to the entrance of the house only to be face to face with storm troopers. He quickly moves to his left to get out of their way. The storm troopers approached his Aunt Beru who was in the kitchen; she looked up from what she was making for lunch. Aunt Beru had sent Luke out of the kitchen earlier after they ate breakfast and he finished his chores; Luke had gone outside for a little bit. Luke's heart nearly stopped when they dragged her out of the kitchen. The only thing he had heard in that conversation was: "Where's Owen Lars?" "He's no here right now." "He has committed treason against the Empire."

Luke wondered what that meant. His Uncle Owen was just a moisture farmer on Tatooine. He wondered what they thought his Uncle had done. But Luke had no time to ponder the question, because his Uncle came inside. He ran over to him; his Uncle looked at Luke from the other side in the kitchen.

"Uncle Owen," whispered Luke as quietly as he could. "Yes," Asked Uncle Owen in a harsh voice. "There are storm troopers outside our house; they have Aunt Beru and say you have committed treason to the Empire." Uncle Owen paled and said, "To the Empire, we have committed treason." Uncle Owen quickly grabbed his blaster he had hide in his robe, before going outside. Luke followed my Uncle outside, hoping there would be no violence.

Luke's blood froze from anger at the Empire when he saw what the Storm Troopers had done; they had damaged his land speeder, destroyed their food supply, had destroyed his friend's, Biggs Dark lighter's, home were also starting to destroy their own home, and had hit his Aunt Beru. Aunt Beru had a nasty cut on her forehead, thanks to those bucket-heads.

Before Today, Luke had thought the Empire wasn't half that bad, but now he knew otherwise. The Empire was unjust; how he wished he could do something. An idea sparked in his head that he and Biggs could join the Rebellion as pilots. After all, they were good pilots and had even flown through Beggar's Canyon in T-16 Sky hopers. He balled his fists and lifted his chin slightly in defiance.

The Storm Troopers were pointing their guns at him, Uncle Owen, and his Aunt Beru. Aunt Beru was unconscious on the ground with a large bruise on her forehead; her short, blonde-gray hair was in front of her face. She laid on her right side, and Uncle Owen was kneeling next to her. My anger boiled at the sight, until Luke felt a wave of calm and peace wash over him. He blinked, surprised, and let his fists uncurl before returning his mind to the scene that was unfolding.

"For your acts of treason against the Emperor," said a storm trooper who was reading off a scroll, "Your farm will be burned to the ground, you and your wife are slaves to the Empire, and your nephew will be handed over to Lord Vader for his death." What?! Luke thought. "Leave," said his Uncle Owen sternly; his face turning red from anger. "Leave, or else." Aunt Beru was in his Uncle's arms, and the Strom Troopers were pointing their weapons at them.

The Strom Troopers grabbed his Aunt and Uncle dragging them away to the Star Destroyer they came on. Luke's anger boiled and he felt outrage. He also felt a weird sensation and stretched out with his feeling. It felt natural to do it for some weird reason; he let it flow as he pushed with it at the Storm Troopers. His face had a confused facial expression when he heard the sound of Storm Troopers falling. He opened his eyes to see just that. What have I done? Luke wondered. It didn't matter though, because the Star Destroyer that held his Aunt and Uncle were gone.

Luke had a sinking feeling as he watched it disappear; the other Storm Troopers had run far from his vision to Mos Eisley. His guardians were gone; what should he do? He vaguely remembered a man named Ben Kenobi and decided to find him. He felt like he could trust him. He grabbed his damaged land speeder and drove all the way over the Dune Sea to Ben Kenobi's hermit house. He parked it on the right side of his hut; for some reason, he couldn't shake his bad feeling about something big and bad would happen. He had hope they would all be prepared.

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