Chapter Six: A Quiet Day –Considering that the other days were totally exciting

Luke sat in the main room on the ship, which he had now found out, was called the Hyperstreak. He had been banned from the galley, and he didn't have a lot to do.

As usual when Luke was tired, he was thinking about his father. Yes, he liked the Wookiees, but they couldn't understand a word he said, much less, understand that all Luke wanted was a home with a real family. His family. But then, that was something that he would never have.

Luke liked to imagine what his family would have been like. His mother would have been the most beautiful woman in the universe. She'd be kind, make him cookies, and tuck him in bed every night.

His father would have been an awesome warrior. He'd be tall, good looking, and he'd take Luke to all the coolest places in the galaxy. His father would stand up for Luke when someone picked on him, and he'd tell the bullies to get lost.

Sometimes, Luke pretended that he had a brother or sister. If he had a brother, it would be an older brother that looked out for Luke, and made sure that he never got hurt. If Luke had a sister, it would be a little sister that looked like his mother.

After he'd established his family in his mind, Luke would visit them, and talk to them. The person that Luke liked to talk to the most was his father.

Of course, Luke knew that this was all in his imagination, but it made him feel better when he was lonely.

This time, in his mind, Luke and his father were playing hide-and-seek. Luke tried to imagine green pastures, lakes, trees and waterfalls. This was his favorite place to play……

"Father? Where are you?" Luke called. His father was hiding somewhere, and it was Luke's turn to be the seeker. "You know that I'm going to find you! Come on out!"

Suddenly, and voice that was definitely not coming from Luke's imagination spoke.

"Here I am, Luke."

Luke gasped. "Father?"

"Yes, it's me, Son. Are you surprised?"

"Father! Are you real? Are you alive?"

His father laughed. "Of course I'm alive. I've been looking for you."

"You have?"

"Yes. Where are you?"

"I'm in a ship. Where are you?"

"I'm in a ship as well. So where is your ship headed?"

"I don't know. I can't understand what the Wookiees say, and they can't understand me either."

"You're with the Wookiees?"

"Yes. Are you going to get me?"

"I want to, Son, but you keep running away from me, and I can't find you."

"I'm sorry, Father. If I stopped the ship, would you find me?"

"No, I wouldn't want you to try to stop the ship. You might break something."

"No one thinks I can do anything," Luke complained.

"Son, I think that you can do anything. You just have to believe that what you are doing is right."

"Huh?"

"If you're doing the right thing, then nothing can stop you."

"Really?"

"Yes. Now, I want you to find out where you're going. As soon as you know, I want you to tell me. Okay?"

"But how will I be able to talk to you again?"

"I'll always be listening for your calls. I must go now, child. Remember what I said."

"I'll remember, Father."

Before Luke could stop him, his father was gone.

Luke opened his eyes, and looked around to get his bearings. Right, he remembered. He was in the Hyperstreak, and Luke needed to find out where they were going so he could tell his father.

Luke stood up, and made his way to the cockpit, intent on finding out where they were this time.

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Vader was probably in the best mood that he'd been in, in years. He'd finally made contact with his young son, and gained his trust.

Too bad that Luke didn't know where he was going. If he'd known, then Vader would be on his way right now. But Luke was going to find out soon enough, and then he was sure to report back to him, and Vader would come as fast as he could to claim his son.

Luke's ability to use the Force was amazing, considering how young his son was. Luke had inherited his Force sensitivity, that was for sure. If trained properly, Luke could make a powerful sith. When he was older, of course.

Vader still didn't know what to do about his master. Palpatine would need to know about this. But what would he think if Vader brought home a new apprentice. Would the Emperor think that Vader was planning to overthrow him? Yes, Vader was actually planning to overthrow him, but no one knew about that yet, did they?

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"Han, please don't touch that," Obi-Wan said, when he saw young Solo pick up his lightsaber, which Obi-Wan had put down on the game table earlier.

But Han didn't listen to him and his pressed the button that ignited the blue blade.

"Wow! So you're a Jedi, huh?"

"Yes, I am, actually," Obi-Wan said, reaching for the saber.

"Wait, I wanna swing it around a couple times! Couldn't you at least teach me how to use it?"

"A lightsaber is not a toy. Especially not my lightsaber!"

"I'm responsible! Can you teach me how to fight with one? Please?"

Obi-Wan looked at his lightsaber, then back at Han. He wasn't too gifted in the Force, and he'd never make a good Jedi, but they had nothing else to do.

"Very well, but you won't use my lightsaber!"

"You mean you have another?" Han asked hopefully.

"Of course I do."

Obi-Wan went back to the bunkroom, and went through his bag. There he found Anakin's old lightsaber, as he knew he would. Maybe he'd let Han use it as long as Obi-Wan was watching the entire time.

Finally, Obi-Wan emerged from the bunkroom, carrying the extra lightsaber.

"Here you go, Han. I'm only going to let you use this while I'm in the room, is that clear?"

"Crystal clear. So how do ya' use it?" Han asked, picking it up, and igniting the blade.

"Alright, hold it with two hands. No, don't stand like that. Stand it attack position……"

Soon, Obi-Wan was engrossed in a long training session that he'd been through countless times with Anakin when he was Han's age.

It felt like the old days, to be training someone again. Even if the person he was training was not the most talented person in the galaxy, as Anakin had been. Too bad Anakin had known that he was so gifted. He might have actually listened when Obi-Wan had been training him.

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Boba Fett knew he was in trouble now. He still couldn't find out where the Wookiees had gone after Corellia. The Emperor would not be happy if he couldn't even find his quarry to begin with.

Fett didn't like the Emperor. Fett didn't like people in general, unless they had a bounty and a lot of credits for him. Now that he actually thought about it, he'd never really had any friends. Back when he was a kid, there were only clones, that hadn't developed a personality like Fett had. And later, when he grew up, he'd become a bounty hunter, and bounty hunters didn't have friends, because your friend could be your next bounty, but sometimes, Fett got a little lonely.

No one ever knew, but sometimes, Fett wanted to just throw away the armor, and start a whole new life. He liked thinking about what his life would be like if he had a family. A wife and maybe a kid. But then, he thought about his 'father,' and how he'd died. If he had a family, maybe they'd get killed too, and then he really be depressed.

No, Fett would never have a family. He'd always be a bounty hunter. At least this way, he'd never have any emotional attachments that could ruin his life.

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To Be Continued…

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Chapter Seven Preview – Everyone gets to Alderaan, and eventually, they'll all meet up.

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A.N: Sorry for such a short, not-full-of-action chapter. It was necessary to build on the emotions of the characters. Please review!