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The following day was, for all intents and purposes, pretty normal. Beru went out shopping and bought an air conditioning unit for Leia's room with the Organas' first child support payment. She also gave some money to Luke and Leia for new clothes.

"Luke, all of these t-shirts are being thrown out," she said firmly to her nephew. "I cannot stand to have my nephew attend school wearing these. They look atrocious."

Luke was devastated. "But Aunt Beru, Sebulba Cheats at Podracing is my favorite band! I paid thirty dollars for that shirt at a concert!" It wasn't even a concert that Luke had attended with his friends; for some odd reason, Darth Vader loved Sebulba Cheats at Podracing. He had attended the concert and worn a fake purple mohawk over his helmet. Luke had colored his hair purple. All of the members of the band had their hair dyed purple.

"Well, it has three holes in it," Aunt Beru said disdainfully, holding up the t-shirt. "It's being thrown out."

"Can I wear it over another t-shirt so that the holes don't show?"

"NO!"

Luke rode his bike with Mark to the comic book store, where he bought most of his t-shirts anyway. He was able to buy some new t-shirts, but none of them supported Sebulba Cheats at Podracing. The comic book store didn't stock any Timmy the Tauntaun shirts, either.

Leia just ordered online with the credit card that her godparents gave her for birthday. She'd use her money to pay off the credit card.

"Aunt Beru, I can cut out the band logo on that old t-shirt and then have you sew it to my jeans, like you did with those Batman patches?" Luke asked his aunt that night at dinner.

"Luke, that band logo takes up the entire front of the t-shirt. Why on earth would you want to wear 'Sebulba Cheats at Podracing' all over your butt? That's probably the only place that I can sew it onto!"

"Because it's cool," Luke shrugged, his mouth full of food. "Jabba Hutt, last year he had these sweatpants with 'animal' printed all over the butt."

"Oh, and he's known for being a snappy dresser," Leia said sarcastically.

"Luke, just eat your dinner," Beru told her nephew, rolling her eyes. "How about I cut out that logo and sew it onto the front of a plain t-shirt? It'll look recycled. It'll look vintage."

"Okay."

Luke was trying to set his father up on a date. It was pointless. He hadn't had a date since Luke and Leia' s mother. Nobody was willing to date a man who wore a black cape and freaky helmet.

Han's parents were divorced. Han and Luke decided to set Darth up on a date with Mrs. Solo.

Luke was afraid it would actually work, and that his dad and Mrs. Solo would fall in love and want to get married. Then he and Leia would be stepsiblings to Han Solo. That would be a nightmare.

Luke woke up that night to his uncle, shaking him awake.

"Luke! Luke, wake up!"

"Hmmm?" Waking up Luke when he was under the influence of sleeping pills wasn't a good idea. He was groggy and out of it.

"Luke, I need you to come outside. There's a fire in the silo, and I don't want you inside the house in case the fire spreads."

That didn't surprise Luke very much. In Nevada in the summer, the heat sometimes caused major destruction. Heck, this was the desert.

"But I wanna sleep, Uncle Owen," Luke moaned tiredly, grabbing Timmy and snuggling under his sheets.

"Well, Aunt Beru will grab a blanket, and we can watch over you while you sleep outside, okay? Come on, Luke. You can't be in here."

Luke allowed his uncle to help him downstairs and outside. Across the field, three fire trucks were blinking wild lights as the firefighters struggled to contain the a small but distinct blaze inside the Lars' silo. Over in the barn, a farmhand who had been called to the scene by Uncle Owen was struggling to corral the cattle and pigs outside.

Aunt Beru had a blanket from the sofa, and she was spreading it out on the lawn. Owen helped his nephew onto the blanket, where Luke curled up and closed his eyes. His eyelids were just too heavy to stay awake.

Leia, clutching Tina the Tauntaun, was watching the fire from a couple of yards away. "How did the fire start, Uncle Owen?"

"Probably the weather, Leia. I'm not worried. Here, move onto the blanket with your brother."

From behind the house, Darth watched the scene from his Cadillac Escalade. Nobody could see the car in the dark.

Starting a fire in the silo proved to be a hard decision. Deep down, Darth couldn't bear to harm his stepbrother or any of his animals. After all, Owen and Beru had taken such good care of Luke and Leia. They deserved to be taken care of themselves.

From the glove compartment of the car, Darth fetched what looked like to be a grenade, but was actually filled with knockout gas. Quietly opening the driver's side door of the Escalade, he slunk forward, around the side of the house, and crept up next to the front porch. The blanket with Luke and Leia on it was only twenty feet away.

Carefully, Darth pitched the canister of gas forward, and waited about thirty seconds, until all four of them were on the ground.

Then, looking both ways, Darth crept up to the blanket and examined his work. Owen, Beru, Luke, and Leia were all knocked out, sleeping quietly on the blanket. Perfect.

Darth made a reach for his son. He picked up Luke into his arms and quietly carried him back to the Cadillac Escalade; the trunk was open, and the back of the vehicle was lined with pillows, for his kids' comfort.

"Good kiddos," he murmured under the hum of his respirator. "Now, you're with your father."

Next, Darth went back for Leia. The girl couldn't give up her little tauntaun; Timmy had fallen out of Luke's hands, but the pink tauntaun was firmly in Leia's grasp. Darth clutched his daughter to his chest, walked back to the car, and gently laid his daughter next to his son. Making sure both of them were safely laid in the trunk, he quietly closed the rear door of the car.

Darth made one last trip to the blanket, to make sure that Owen and Beru were safe. He propped Beru's head up with Timmy so it wasn't touching the ground, and retrieved the empty smoke canister so that there was no evidence at the scene.

Going back to the vehicle one last time, he slid into the driver's seat and quietly started the engine. "It is useless to resist," he whispered to his sleeping children in the back of the car as he started to drive the two hours to Naboo. "It is your destiny to be with your father."

Luke and Leia slept on.

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