A/N: Ah hi everyone! First author's note - I just want to thank you all for reading and reviewing and I'm so glad so many people like my story. I just want to warn you all I have a lot of exams coming up so I apologise now for infrequent updates. But be patient and please stay with me I have a lot of ideas for this! Also I apologise for any historical inaccuracies but I'm trying my best. Thank you and enjoy:)

The sun was only just finishing its ascent into the sky when Luke Skywalker collapsed at the dining room table in his tiny kitchen; exhausted already from his morning duties, anxious for the conversation that was about to happen - all too aware he still had a full day of work ahead of him.

"Hey," his aunt snipped. "Head off the table," he knew his aunt had a smile in her voice, but he still sat up. "And don't be complaining when your uncle gets back." At this she threw a cloth at him and Luke couldn't help but laugh, despite the influx of nerves he could feel taking root in his stomach at the thought of talking to his uncle.

As if on cue, the back door swung open and in walked Uncle Owen - wearing heavy work clothes, and years of slaving away on the farm showing in the lines on his face. He kissed his wife swiftly and fell down into the chair next to Luke. Luke smiled, hoping to hide the nerves from his face.

"Beru, we need to get that cow looked at," his uncle groaned. "The damn thing won't stand still long enough for me to get the milk."

"Oh she's just a bit jittery," Aunt Beru sighed. "She'll be back to normal in a week or so." His uncle carried on complaining and his aunt carried on dismissing him; Luke was going to lose his mind if this buildup lasted for much longer.

"I want to leave for the army this year," he blurted out; the idle chitchat about cows stopped immediately. Luke swallowed, everything he had wanted to say for months was about to all come out at once, and now the first word was spoken he felt no obligation to stop it. "It's just… I'm 20 in summer and all my friends have already left, I don't want to leave it too late in case I miss any training," still no reaction. "Uncle Owen… You always said my father fought to defend this country. He was a hero. I've wanted to live up to his sacrifice all my life. Please?"

A deafening silence settled over the kitchen. Luke didn't dare take a breath; he already felt too exposed, a single noise would undoubtedly result in his demise.

"Luke," his uncle looked more lost for words than Luke had been. "Luke, you can't leave now." He felt his heart sink deep into his stomach, he had the slightest shred of hope that it would work this time. "It's spring, spring is when I need you the most. Only one more season. This year we'll make enough so I'll be able to hire some more hands. And next year you can sign up."

Luke refused to meet his uncle's eye, he kept his head down and started picking at the edge of the table. He felt defeated.

"You must understand I need you here, Luke? Look, it's only one more season." Luke pushed his chair back across the floor, he felt angry. Cheated.

"Yeah, that's what you said last year when Biggs and Tank left," he snapped, immediately feeling bad for using that tone - but any feelings of remorse were quickly clouded over by his own frustration. He headed for the back door.

"Where are you going?" His aunt asked, trying in vain to keep the situation under control.

"It looks like I'm going nowhere," he threw over his shoulder as he slammed the door and stormed off across the farm.

Luke knew he was being childish, leaving in a fit of rage, but he had been so hopeful. He had asked every season since he turned 18, and every time his uncle found a reason to say no - this time he had really felt like something was different.

The sun was almost fully in the sky now; Luke watched as it made its climb, wondering how many cities were under it, how many were currently alive with excitement, how many of them he would never see.

If there was a centre of America, the brightest spot in the US, then Tatooine Farms were the furthest place from it.

The moment of tranquility was suddenly broken by the roaring sound of an engine. Luke whipped around to see a small car approaching the farm. It was unusual to see any form of vehicle pass through Tatooine farms, but this was stranger still as it was evidently a town car.

What puzzled Luke even more was that it was approaching him.

The car stopped about ten yards away from where Luke was standing; out stepped an impeccably dressed man, followed by a second shorter man, but still as well dressed. They started walking towards him.

"Greetings!" The taller one called out. "I am Cecil E. Threepio, and this is my companion - Arthur Dalton,"

"Artoo," the smaller one interjected. "My name is Artoo."

"Ah yes, Artoo," the heavy English accent was difficult to miss. Luke just watched on in confusion at the pair. "We come here with an urgent message from Agent Leia Organa. Do you know if I can find one Obi-Wan Kenobi at this residence?"

"No one here by Obi-Wan," Luke called out cautiously, not quite certain how to approach the situation.

"Kid," the smaller one said, his voice was low but with a deep tone of annoyance and frustration. "Is this Tatooine Farm 3?"

"No," the man called Artoo looked like he was about to cry as Luke said this. "This is Tatooine Farm 2, Farm 3 is another seven miles that way." He pointed towards the South; the two men looked positively defeated.

"Luke who are you talking to?" His uncle popped his head out the door, his face turning cold when he saw the car and the two men. "Who are you?"

"Ah greetings! I am Cecil E. Threepio," uncle Owen had distrust written all over his face. "Do you know where I can find Mr Obi-Wan Kenobi?" At this, his uncle's face changed completely - Luke even thought he saw a brief flash of fear.

"No," his tone was completely stoney. "Luke come inside." Luke stayed positioned halfway between the two mystery men and his uncle, looking between them.

'Is this Tatooine Farm 3?' Artoo had asked. An idea suddenly came to him.

"Wait," he turned to the two men. "Kenobi? Farm 3? Do you mean old Ben Kenobi?"

"Luke…" his uncle's words came as a slight threat. Luke ignored him.

"Yeah the old hermit guy who -"

"Luke!" He stopped this time, shocked at the anger in his uncle's words. "I'm sorry fellas but we can't help, Farm 3 is in that direction. Luke come inside," Luke hesitated. "Luke, now."

"I was just heading to feed the sheep," he exclaimed, everyone there knew it was a lie but he tried anyway. Uncle Owen looked at him, then at the men, then back to Luke - seeing the determination in his eyes.

"Ok Luke," he sighed, defeated and playing along with the charade. "Be careful," he added, then disappeared back inside. Luke was honestly quite shocked that worked, but he decided to run with it.

"I… I can take you to Farm 3," Luke felt a newfound sense of adventure; he wanted to help them, to find out what they wanted with old Kenobi. The two men sighed with relief.

"Wonderful!" The English one positively squealed, and he walked back towards the car. The other man stayed for a second, eyeing Luke suspiciously, then he too turned and gestured for Luke to follow him.

The day had not gone exactly as planned, but maybe these two men in their mysterious town car were the exciting adventure Luke had been waiting for.

"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer. Take one down and pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall." Leia had been confined to this tiny train cabin for three days now; the first day had been filled with fear, the second with confusion, now all that was left was boredom. She had no idea where they were going but if she were to hazard a guess, Washington DC where her father was stationed.

"Ohhh 98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer. Take one down and pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the wall." Hours spent alone fretting had taken their toll on her; now she was positively determined to annoy any Stormtroopers within her vicinity. A banging came on the door.

"Will you shut up in there?" Leia smirked, her plan was working.

"Aanndd 96 bottles of beer on the wall, 96 bottles of be-"

"Shut up!" Another, more violent bang. Leia sniggered to herself, this was the first bit of enjoyment she had had in days, however it was short lived as a second voice came from the other end of the corridor outside.

"Inform Vader," the voice cried. "A telegram from our Troopers in Kansas," oh no, Leia thought. She sat up, filling steadily with dread. "The car that fled from the restaurant back in LA, it's been spotted in Cheyenne County with the two missing agents."

Oh no.

Leia jumped up, not quite sure what she was trying to achieve. She felt panic rising as she heard footsteps hurry away; trying the door with little success, she collapsed back onto the couch-bed.

They had purposefully sent the Trooper down her corridor so she would hear this news. They wanted to play with her mind; they wanted to fill her with dread and worry, to show her they were always one step ahead of her.

If they knew where Artoo and Threepio were, they knew they were heading for Obi-Wan. Leia sat in the cabin feeling helpless. There was no way to contact Artoo and Threepio to inform them, no way of contacting her father… They were all as good as dead.