Chapter Two: Stow Away to Kashyyyk

A few weeks later, Luke was hiding behind a barrel on a landing pad in Mos Eisley. He was waiting for the people loading the ship on the landing pad to look away or something so he could sneak aboard.

Ever since that night when his Aunt and Uncle had been murdered, Luke hadn't talked, or interacted with anyone. He'd made his way to Mos Eisley in the hopes that he could find a way off the planet. There was nothing for him here now.

It had taken Luke days to successfully get onto a landing pad without being noticed. Since he was so small, (even for a five year old,) he was able to finally work his size to his advantage. It was because of his small size that he was able to steal food without being seen. Luke had also observed that older people thought that he was cute. So Luke would sometimes make his eyes go wide with helplessness, and hold his upper body with his arms, and he'd been able to get food that way too.

"Ouch!" Luke whispered to himself.

His hand had scraped against something sticking out of the wall. It was black with a little glass thing in the middle. But Luke had no idea what it was, so he just forgot about it.

Now was his chance to get off this planet for good. Finally, the right moment came when no one was looking, and Luke made a break for the ship.

Luke wasn't able to relax until the ship had made the jump into hyperspace. After the jump, Luke rested his head on his hands, and leaned back. This was going to be a long trip. He might as well get comfortable.

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Meanwhile, back on Tatooine, Vader had just landed his shuttle, and made his way through the streets of Mos Eisley.

After much meditating, Vader had been able to see which planet the call that he'd heard through the Force had come from. He'd also been able to see a vision of the boy who's sent out the call. It had taken a lot of control for Vader to not lose his mind looking at the boy. He looked exactly the way that Vader himself had looked when he'd been a boy. But it was impossible for the boy to be his. Wait… then why was he heading to the Lars' farm?

Vader had just decided to let the Force guide his steps as he thought, but this was the last place that he thought the Force would lead him. Well, he might as well look around since the place seemed to be deserted.

Vader walked through the door. His senses told him that someone had been here not so long ago. Strange.

He went on through the house, finding nothing. That is, he found nothing until he went into the master bedroom. It was then that he found out why the house appeared to be deserted. It was deserted because the owners were dead. Not just dead, but they appeared to have been murdered. There was blood all over the bodies. Who had done this?

For some reason, Vader felt an unexplainable need to search the rest of the house. Once again, he didn't find anything of great importance until he went into the next bedroom.

It was a bedroom belonging to a child. Had the Lars' had a child? Had the child been killed too? He hadn't found anymore bodies. Perhaps the child had escaped before he could be killed.

Suddenly, Vader heard someone outside.

"Luke!"

It was a child. Not the child Vader was looking for, but a child that maybe once knew the child he was looking for.

Vader walked outside, and when he got there, the boy outside froze. "Wha… what are y… you doing here?" the boy asked.

The boy was terrified. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But Vader just had to know if this boy knew the Force strong boy.

"I'm looking for a boy around your age. Blonde hair, blue eyes, do you know him?"

The boy's eyes grew wide. "That's Luke!"

Luke? So was the boy who lived here Luke? Only one way to find out…

"Where does Luke live?"

"He used to live here. But a few weeks ago, someone murdered the Lars' and we can't find Luke."

"If you know Luke isn't here, then why were you calling his name just now?"

"I come here every day to see if he decided to come back."

"I see. Is Luke the Lars' son?"

Even though Fixer was scared, he couldn't help but laugh. Wormie being the Lars' son? Now that's a new one!

"What do you find amusing?" Vader asked.

"Nothing. But no, Luke is so not the Lars' son!"

Vader paused. Not the Lars' son? Then who was he? "What's his full name then?"

"Luke Skywalker."

Time froze, and Vader froze with it. Skywalker? Luke Skywalker? Did that mean that the Lars' had been raising Vader's son? Whose fault was this? How did his son end up here?

Without acknowledging the boy, Vader stood up and left. His son wasn't here, but it was obvious that Luke wasn't dead either, and Vader had to find him.

It had been five years since the downfall of the Republic, so his son would have to be five years old. Vader's five year old son was lost on this planet. This was NOT his day.

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This is SO my day! Vader thought to himself later that day. He had found someone who had told him that Luke had last been seen at docking bay 37. So Vader had made his way to the docking bay, and found the security room, where the people in there had no objections to Vader looking at the security recordings. In fact, they had all vacated the room shortly after Vader had arrived.

There were five cameras in each docking bay. Three on the top of the walls, and two at the very bottom of the walls. The first one that Vader looked at shocked him.

It was the camera on the side closest to the door, on the very bottom of the wall, about one foot from touching the floor. Right next to the camera was his son! Apparently, his son had been sitting right next to the camera.

It was at the perfect angle. His son was sitting close enough to it so that Vader could make out his face, but far enough from it so that he wasn't pushing the camera into the wall.

It looked like his son was doing some thinking. His son's face was dirty, and his clothes were in the same condition. How long had Luke been looking after himself?

Suddenly, his son's hand banged against the camera, and the screen went blank. Had Luke discovered the security camera? Or had it just been an accident?

Vader switched to another camera to see the rest of what happened. He was horrified to see his son climb aboard the ship when no one was looking, and then the ship took off! Now his five year old son could be anywhere in the galaxy! This was NOT his day!

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When the ship finally landed on Kashyyyk, Luke got off the ship, and ran off into the woods where no one would find him.

It had been a long trip, and Luke was happy to finally be able to stretch his legs. He ran for a long time, and he lost all sense of direction. It was nearing nightfall, and he had no where to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a roar behind him. Frightened, Luke quickly whirled around to see who it was.

It was a Wookiee. A big, furry, ferocious looking Wookiee. Luke put on his cutest face, and looked up at the Wookiee pleadingly.

Achabacciac stopped roaring, and looked at the human curiously. The little one was so small, and helpless. He wasn't like those Imperials. That was for sure!

Achabacciac picked up the boy, and cuddled him against his chest. The boy leaned into the Wookiee, and soon fell sound asleep.

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To Be Continued…

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A.N: Alright, I did my part and got the chapter up. Now you need to do your part and review! So review or else! (Or else what?) I don't know! I just said that for effect!