A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in forever writer's block and I have no idea what to do with this.

Age 16: Amora:

My father came in with the boy that lives across the desert, Luke Skywalker, and two droids. I smiled down at the R2 unit and it squealed happily. Droids love me. I continued to wash the dishes doing my best to ignore them. The R2 scooted over to me. I bent down to him and petted his little droid head. "Hi buddy, how are you?" My long, braided red hair was on the dusty floor. I gave the R2 a kiss on the top of him. Fine. He answered.

Luke looked over at me. He was so cute. I have had a crush on him since as long as I can remember. I stood up slowly still staring at him. "What's he doing here?" I asked my father.

"He's looking for Obi-Wan Kenobi." My father replied. I sucked in air.

"Hello, I'm C3PO a translator droid-" The other droid said.

"Amora Kenobi," I replied cutting him off. "Daughter of Obi-Wan err Ben Kenobi."

"Nice to meet you Mistress Amora Kenobi," C3POsaid, "Now if you don't mind I seem to have-"

` "Don't call me Mistress," I took his arm. "Yes I see, you'll be better in no time."

"He doesn't listen to that," said Luke. I glared at him.

"I'll make him listen," I said acidly. He looked nervous. Good, I like that. I smiled. "Don't worry I don't bite. Lighten up, Skywalker."

He laughed. "I'm sorry. It's just I know you and you are ruthless."

"Yeah I kinda am. Even, when I was a little girl. I had to set them straight." I said. "It's lovely to see you today, Luke. How are you?"

"Good, Amora," he smiled at me and I looked away. I grabbed my wrench and began to repair his arm not paying attention to their conversation until:

"Which reminds me your father wanted me to give this to you when you were old enough," my father said to Luke, "If your uncle will allow it." He went over to a chest and began to dig around it. "He feared you'd follow old Obi-Wan on some foolish damn crusade like your father."

"Your battery's low," I whispered to C3PO trying my best to look uninterested in their conversation. "Please shut down momentarily for battery saving and my safety as I finish these last few wires."

"Yes Miss," C3PO obeyed and shut down. I connected the last two wires and put up my wrench now fully engrossed in their conversation.

Luke stood up to meet my father. "What is it?"

"Your father's light saber," Father answered. I stared at it in awe. I had only seen my father's a few times and held it only once. "This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight not as clumsy or rampant as a blaster, an elegant weapon for a more civilized age." Luke turned it on revealing a beautiful blue beam. "For over a thousand generations the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the old age before the dark times, before the emperor."

Luke turned it off and sat down by my father. "How'd my father die?"

My father turned and looked at him dead serious. "The young Jedi named Darth Vader, he was a pupil of mine until he turned evil, helped the empire hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father." Luke looked down. I put a comforting hand on his arm and he smiled sadly at me. "Now the Jedi are all but extinct. Vader was seduced by the dark side of the force."

"The force?" he implored.

"The force is what gives a Jedi his powers. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us. It penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together."

R2 whistled for my father's attention. So story time is over. I went out to grab the laundry I had put out on the line to dry earlier that day. I came back into the end of a message from Princess Leia. "Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi you are my only hope." I rolled my eyes and began to fold the laundry.

"You must learn the ways of the force if you are to come with me to Alderaan." My father said.

I slammed down the basket. "Oh, so you and Luke go on a wild adventure across the galaxy and I stay here on Tatooiine and watch the house."

"Now, listen Amora," my father replied calm.

"No you listen!" I yelled spinning to face them my anger rising in my chest. "I have every right to go with you not only do I know how to use the force. I can talk myself out of almost anything and use a light saber and blaster! So if you think for one second I'm going to-"

"I would never leave you here," my father replied.

"Oh," I stopped suddenly not angry.

Luke snickered at me. He turned to my father. "I could never follow you to Alderaan. It's late already. I have to get home."

"We need your help Luke." My father continued. "She needs your help. I'm getting to old for this sort of thing."

"Besides I'm not coming back to this planet if I can help it." I added.

"I can't get involved. I've got work to do." He whined. "It's not that I like the empire. I hate it. But, there's nothing I can do about it right now." He paused. "It's such a long way from here."

I shook my head a little disappointed he wouldn't be coming.

"That's your uncle talking," my father said.

"My uncle," he sighed dramatically. "However am I going to explain this?"

"Learn about the force," my father replied simply as if that would solve all the problems sometimes he's a foolish old man.

Luke walked over about to leave. "Look I can take you as far as Anchor. You can get a transport there to take you to where ever you're going."

My father crossed his arms. "You must do what you feel is right."

I huffed and stormed out. Stubborn old man should have been more stubborn. Wait, are those? They are! What's happening? Why attack them? "DAD!"

Dad and Luke came out with both droids following them. Wait, when did C3PO power back up? "What's that out there?" I pointed to it on the horizon.

My father recognized them. "We must hurry. Luke, can you get us there in your speeder?"

He nodded and we piled in arriving at the scene it was a mess.

"It looks like the sand people did it." Luke began.

"But, they didn't. Look at the tracks. What sand people do you know that marches two by two?" I asked.

"These are the same Jawas that sold us R2 and 3PO." Luke said.

"And these blast points are too accurate for sand people, only imperial storm troopers are so precise." My father explained.

"But why would imperial troops want to slaughter Jawas?" he asked then looked at his droids. "If they traced the droids here then they observed who they sold them to and that would lead them…" he paused imagining the worst. "Home!" He ran off.

"Oh, wait Luke!" my father tried to stop him. "It's too dangerous."

"Luke, what if they're still there?" I asked running after him. I barely made it to the speeder in time. "Think about what could happen if they found, captured, or even killed you Luke?"

He wasn't listening so I hopped in. "Please Luke you have to rethink this." I pleaded.

"You don't understand they're all the family I have left." He answered.

"I do understand," I said quietly. "I lost my mother when I was a little girl ever since then it's just been Dad and me. Why am I telling you not to do something when I would do the exact same thing?" I sighed. "The least I can do is be here for you."

We came to his house now just a bunch of smoke and burning embers. I let out a chocked sob. Luke got out and walked to it calling for his family. They didn't answer. In that moment, I knew nothing was keeping Luke on this planet. He came back to the speeder his eyes holding an anger I had never seen in him before. We drove back to my father, C3PO, and R2D2. Luke walked over to my father but I still couldn't move.

"There's nothing you could've done Luke." My father replied calmly. I still hadn't moved. The images and smells of burning flesh forever etched in my mind. "You would've been killed too and the droids now in the hands of the empire." I finally climbed out of the speeder still horrified by what they had done. I stumbled over running into R2 and just staying there leaning on him for support. I don't feel well and that smell, oh that horrid smell, it's still in my nostrils.

Luke's voice broke when he spoke. "I'll come with you to Alderaan. There's nothing for me here now." I ran out of the way and hurled everything I had eaten that day out onto the hot sand. I don't know how well I'm going to do on a spaceship.

"Are you coming Amora?" Dad asked. "Or do you want to stay here?"

"I'm coming. I'm fine." I replied. "No need to worry." I climbed into the back still a bit off color. "No, you should worry. I think I'm going to be sick." I began dry heaving having nothing left in my stomach.

My father put a hand on my knee comfortingly. "Amora are you okay?"

I nodded.

"You, like your mother, cannot stomach violence. She used to get sick even at a scrapped knee." He replied. "But she also had one of the worst tempers in the entire galaxy."
I smiled weakly. "Perhaps you should try to sleep, Miss Amora. That usually helps." 3PO suggested. I nodded and leaned back closing my eyes.

Next thing I know Luke's shaking me awake. We are at some sort of sleazy lounge. I rolled over. "Five more minutes, Farm Boy."

He rolled his eyes and pulled on my arm. I jerked away smirking slightly. "Fine, then you can stay here."

"No!" I yelled jumping awake hitting my head on Luke's. "Oh, sorry, I'm so sorry." I started to get out of the speeder. "So, Lukey, are you going to tell me what we are doing here at this umm whatever it is?"

He rolled his eyes at the nickname. "Well, Mori, we are here to find a pilot and ship." He tossed me a black cloak. "Your dad said you should put that on."

I shrugged and put it on. "So, why did we come to such a shady place?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied. "I'm just following your father's order."

"Oh you'll be a great Jedi apprentice." I mumbled.

Luke chuckled and took my hand. "I'm glad you're okay, Shorty."

I suddenly felt that Luke wasn't talking about recent events. I opened my mouth and closed it.

He brought my hand to his lips giving it a small kiss. "Why did you leave?"

I opened my mouth to answer but had none that I wanted to share with him.

He dropped my hand and rolled his eyes. "That's what I thought."

"Luke," I said. He stared straight into my eyes. "I um Luke I ummmm…"

He waited with baited breath but I had no answer for him. His eyes dropped to my bare neck and his sad look deepened. "Why?"

"Luke I can explain. I'm just terrified to." I sighed.

"Don't bother," he snapped.

"I want to. I really do. It's just…" I stopped he wasn't listening. I started to follow him inside but I couldn't. I stayed outside instead and cried. I didn't go inside until 3PO and R2 were sent out. I stepped in and realized why my father wanted me in a cloak even with it on several heads turned to look at me. I found them sitting at a table with a wookie and brown haired man. I joined them sitting by my father whom noticed my puffy eyes and gave Luke a lingering look that could kill a wampa. He turned back to the man whom was studying me.

"If you're looking for cheap sex, you've got the wrong girl." I snapped.

"Whoa," the man replied smoothly. "Not even what I was going to say sweetheart."

I snorted. "Well, whatever you were going to say I'm not interested."

"I was just going to ask your name sweetheart." He said.

"Amora," I snapped still incredibly upset. Why can't you just tell him? He knows everything else about you. Except whom your mother is. But that's part of this. I know I love him, but why should he have to know this? Besides he'll be a Jedi Knight soon, and they don't feel. The man was staring at me in fact everyone was the wookie, Dad, Luke… "Please don't tell me I said that out loud." They shook their heads and I let out a sigh of relief. "What's your name?"

"Han Solo and this my first mate Chewbacca." He replied.

I nodded and put my head on the table. I'm such an idiot. No, I'm not an idiot. I'm a coward. If Luke even cared about me a little he wouldn't care about my past. But, does he even love me? My hand flew to my neck. It wasn't there. A tear left my eye. I needed my mother. I want my mom. I moved my head off the table and onto my father's lap. He put a loving hand on my head. I cried there unaware of Luke watching me.

Age 17: Luke:

She was crying. Why was she crying? I was at a loss for words. Han and Chewbacca just looked on at the scene. "I want to go home."

I was shocked. She hated Tatooiine. It was too hot kept her sunburnt. Too many moons and not enough stars. Etc. "Later Amora." Ben replied smiling down at her.

"I wish mom was alive." She replied.

"That makes two of us." Ben mumbled.

"I'll wait outside." She replied getting up and leaving tears in her eyes. Han's eyes followed her retreating figure with a bit of a smirk.

He turned back to Ben. "So the three of you and two droids…"

"And no questions asked," Ben added. My thoughts had turned to Amora. Why was she so upset? I mean I should be the one upset she hasn't spoken to me for three years and is lying to me. But, maybe I just need to be patient.

A/N: In the process of writing the next chapter I promise but until then check out what BLR posted! SEAGULLS! (Stop It Now) I love their Star Wars music videos. I'm such a geek. watch?v=U9t-slLl30E