Chapter 2
Luke Skywalker looked up from the vaporizer he was working on and stared out across the desert. His electric blue eyes scanned the
horizon, looking for…something. Coldness rooted itself deep in his chest, spreading fear into his heart. Something was wrong.
Neither Vader nor Obi-Wan knew how long they stared at one another in silence, but the moment was broken when the door to the
hut burst open.
"Ben! Ben! I had a feeling, is everything alright?" Vader turned his eyes to look upon the intruder. A young boy no more than 10
stood in the doorway. His sun-bleached hair and plain white tunic told Vader the boy was most likely a farmer. The boy stood in the
doorway, his eyes rooted on Vader, confusion marring his face.
"Everything is fine young Luke, no need to worry," Obi-Wan said softly. The boy, Luke, turned to look at him.
"You were out in Mos Eisly again weren't you," he said accusingly.
"I needed some things," Obi-Wan said standing.
Luke had now forgotten about Vader completely. He walked towards Obi-Wan, frustration evident in his movements.
"You should have asked Uncle Owen to get them for you! You know you shouldn't go all the way to Mos Eisly in your health!" he
exclaimed.
"You should listen to the boy Obi-Wan, he clearly has more regard for your life than you do," Vader said, mockingly, with a smirk on
his face.
Luke's attention was once again brought back to the mysterious man in Obi-Wan's kitchen.
"Who are you?" he asked.
Before Vader could answer, Obi-Wan hastily explained, "Luke this is an old friend of mine…Ani."
"It's nice to meet you," Luke said, uneasiness evident in his voice. Vader nodded his head in acknowledgement.
"Yes, well, as you can see, I'm fine," Obi-Wan said, "You should go home now, before the suns set."
Vader narrowed his eyes; Obi-Wan seemed in a hurry to get the young boy to leave.
Obi-Wan began to sway on his feet, quickly reaching out towards the table for support. Instead, Luke grabbed him by the arm and led
him to a small cot in the corner of the hut.
"You are not fine!" Luke scolded Obi-Wan, "Look at you, dead on your feet." By now Obi-Wan had given up trying to stop Luke's
fretting and sat down on the bed.
"Honestly Luke, you should go before the Tusken Raiders come around." Obi-Wan said.
Luke crossed his arms stubbornly, "Just face it Ben, you aren't getting rid of me tonight."
Obi-Wan sighed in defeat, "Just like your father," he muttered, "never listen."
Vader watched the scene with interest, there was something familiar about the boy but he wasn't sure what it was. Just then the tea
kettle whistled on the stove and Luke rushed over to it.
"Would you like some tea too, Mr. Ani?" It took Vader a second to realize the boy was addressing him.
"No," he replied and the boy turned away from him.
Once Luke had placed the cup of tea in Obi-Wan's hands he said, "I'll be outside Ben, the suns are setting." Both Vader and Obi-Wan
watched the boy walk out the door, Vader still pondering what it was about him that seemed familiar.