(A/N You thought it was over? that this was just a one shot? well...it's not I guess. This chapter probably sucks as much as the last one, but whatever. Please review, and enjoy, happy reading!))

Luke coughed. He blinked hard, and squinted, trying to see through the haze. All he saw was black smoke, everywhere he looked, taking up his vision. He struggled to his feet, and attempted to take a step. He fell to his knees. He felt the heat of the few lasting flames. He groaned, and started crawling away, as fast as he could, which was not fast at all. His skin was tearing on rough metals, pieces of wood and clay, rocks, and unrecognizable objects. He finally made it out onto nearby sand, and continued for a few feet, before he collapsed. He managed to turn himself around, to look at the wreck. He watched as the last of his home collapsed, before falling on his face, passing out.

He didn't know how long it had been, as he walked. He had woken up, quickly closing his eyes, hoping it had been a dream, but he had felt the sand under him. He slowly opened his eyes, and confirmed the burned rubble in front of him.

"U-uncle Owen…Aunt Peru? No…no." Tears had started streaming down his face as he stared.

He still didn't know exactly what happened, but he planned on finding out sooner rather than later. He had enough evidence to know who did it, he just wanted to know why. Why did they burn his house? Why did they murder his Uncle Owen and Aunt Peru? What had they done? Luke looked down at the Stormtrooper helmet he had found. The evidence he had found right outside his house. He had no idea how it was still in such good shape for being so close to a burning building, but it didn't matter. He also noticed that there were no signs of the two droids they had bought. What was with those two droids? That probably did matter, but he didn't know where to get any information. It was just another question added to the list.

For now though, he was on his way to Chalmun's Spaceport Cantina, where he hoped to get a ride. He didn't even know where he wanted to go, but he had to leave. He couldn't stand being on Tatooine anymore. Tatooine never got him anywhere, and won't get him anywhere. He had sold his speeder, it had gone surprisingly fast, but he didn't need it anymore, and he had about 2,000 credits. He knew it wouldn't get him far, but he needed to go, even if it were to the nearest moon. He walked in, and looked around. After a minute, he felt a rough tap on his shoulder, and he turned to see a Wookie.

"O-oh, uh hello?" Luke greeted, barely remembering his manners enough to say hello. "May I help you?"

The wookie roared, and Luke just stared.

"Um. nice talk-'' Luke was cut off when the wookie grabbed his arm and started dragging him away. Luke didn't even bother to fight, for fear his arm would be ripped off.

The wookie dragged him to a table with a guy who looked a bit older than himself, with brown hair and brown eyes, a wight shirt, black vest, and black pants, with a blaster in a holster on his belt. Sitting across from the man is a green guy, who was speaking a language Luke didn't recognise.

The wookie was still holding his arm , holding him back. Luke's eyes widened when the green guy pulled a blaster on the man. A moment later, a shot rang throughout the whole canteena, everyone freezing, all noice vanishing, even the music stopped. The green guy fell face down onto the table, the man bringing the blaster he had slipped from his holster to his mouth, blowing the smoke away. Suddenly, a bunch of, well people I guess burst through the door. There were tons of species, all of them holding weapons, ignoring the rules of course.

The wookie growled, and the man stood up. "Chewie, we need to go. Now!"

The wookie growled again, and the man started running, the wookie following, dragging Luke, who was just confused as to why he was being dragged. They all went into a hanger, with a giant…pile of trash? Oh wait, it's a ship. Luke stared at the dump in shock, as the wookie dragged him inside, the man blasting some of our pursuers. Suddenly a slug looking guy showed up, which was weird, but then I noticed a ton of storm troopers arriving, and they started shooting too.

"Troopers! Why are they here?" The man yelled, running inside, the door closing behind him. He sat in the pilot's seat, not even sparing me a glance, and the wookie finally let go of me, sitting in the co-pilot's seat. I was stuck. The doors were closed, and even if they weren't, there were troopers. If they burned my house, would they recognise me? Is that why they were here, or were they here for the man and Wookie? My head started to hurt with all of the questions. Well, at least it seems we'll be leaving Tatooine, which is good for me. We got into space pretty quickly, impressive for this trash heap I suppose. But there were a TON of imperial ships all around us.

"WHAT IS UP WITH THE IMPERIALS?" The man yelled. "We'll have to avoid them for two minutes until we go into Hyperspace."

The wookie growled.

I watched as seemingly nothing happened for a moment, but then I noticed a few tie fighters coming right at us.

"Tie fighters! I can avoid them for a few moments, but they're bound to land a hit or two. How long do we have, Chewie?"

The w- Chewie? Growled, yet again.

"That's no good."

The tie fighters closed in, and the man started to swerve, dodging incoming missiles. It was really cool, but I honestly have no idea how I didn't fall over. The man literally turned the ship upside down for a full second or two, and I didn't even budge, like how? Even though it was really cool, it didn't look like the odds were in our favor. In fact, we were almost hit several times. I think the wookie said something along those lines to the man, because after a particularly long growl, he responded with "Never tell me the odds!" before turning us upside down again. It felt like it had been about 10 years, when finally, right when it seemed we were done for, the stars started to look strange, as we suddenly launched into hyperspace. The man let out a sigh of relief, as he got up from his chair and stretched before turning and freezing.

"Who are you?" he glared at me, and instantly pulled out his blaster.

I quickly put my hands up, and said. "Hey, hey hey! Don't shoot the victim!"

"You're on my ship! Why are you here and who are you?"

"My name is Luke Skywalker."

"Why are you on my ship?"

"I'm on your ship, because YOUR Wookie dragged me here!"

He turned to Chewie and yelled "Why is he on my ship?"

Chewie roared.

He glared. "Really?" He said in a flat voice.

He got another roar in response.

The man turned back to Luke, as he put his blaster back away. "The names Han Solo. And I just did you two favors, so you owe me.

(A/N…Rocky…very rocky. Sorry.))