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Saga A Chance Meeting Luke/Ben Kenobi Completed

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction- Before, Saga, and Beyond' started by Zane-Marit, Jul 25, 2005.

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  1. Zane-Marit

    Zane-Marit Jedi Youngling star 3

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    This is a repost. I worte this a long time ago and haven't fixed the tense isues. I will try to go back and fix it, but I wnated to get this up due to a request.


    Luke Skywalkers first meeting with Obi Wan Kenobi?



    He sits alone atop a high peak peering through electrobinoculars. He scans the horizon and settles on a homestead. He smiles as he sees evidence of life. A child runs in small circles, kicking up dust trails that follow him like a small tornado while the parents encourage the youth. He pulls his eyes from the viewing device only long enough to wipe sweat from his brow with his thick beige sleeve?

    The Lars homestead is located on a desert rock world named Tatooine. Here, twin suns bake the surface during the day and with no major bodies of water this resource is a valuable commodity. Owen and Beru Lars are moisture farmers. They use special equipment to pull moisture from the dry air and funnel it to underground reservoirs that hold drinking water. These reservoirs also irrigate the underground gardens that provide crops of fruits and vegetables that the Lars sell.

    There are several other moisture farmers spread out across the harsh surface of Tatooine. They scratch out their existence by selling their crops to local vendors. A typical moisture farmer is a hard worker and has a strong moral fiber. They are protective of their crops and can be reclusive, but are willing to help those in need. This particular trait was noticed by a Jedi Knight. This knight proposed a great responsibility to the Lars?. They accepted.

    Obi Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight and General had brought this responsibility to the Lars homestead almost twelve standard years ago. He kept a watchful eye over the Lars?. That was his responsibility. One he did not take lightly because Obi Wan was only one of two remaining Jedi that he knew of. The responsibility placed in the hard working yet loving care of the Lars was the only son of the chosen one, he who was to bring balance to the Force. But the prophecy was not fulfilled. In some strange twist of fate, or the Forces idea of a cruel joke, the chosen one fell to the seduction of the Dark Side. He became a harbinger of hate that helped destroy the Jedi and all they stood for. Perhaps, one day, this child would grow to fulfill his fathers legacy and take it as his own. Obi Wan can still sense the childs strong presence in the Force, just as he did the day Luke Skywalker was born.

    Obi Wan rises from his lookout spot on the outskirts of the settlement, returning the binoculars to a Bantha hide pouch on his side, and turns back towards the Jundland Wastes. His hut is on the other side near the Dune Sea and is a long walk from the Lars homestead. ?Perhaps it?s time to introduce myself.? Obi Wan thinks to himself, as if the thought were formed in his mind by the Force itself. Obi Wan smiles wider as he begins his treacherous journey into the wastes?

    The sandy haired boy gallops into the kitchen, dust and dirt cover his clothes and face. Beru takes a moment from cutting vegetables to witness the small whirlwind of energy before her. She looks back down to her vegetables and begins cutting again. Luke gingerly climbs onto the countertop to fetch a cup.

    ?Luke, if you need something that you can?t reach all you need to do is ask.? Beru said lightly.
    ?But I can get it myself Aunt Beru.? Luke replied defensively.
    ?I know you can Luke. I just don?t want to see you fall and get hurt.? explained Beru.
    ?Oh Aunt, I?ve fallen from higher places than this in the dunes with Biggs.? Luke said, then immediately regretted letting that slip. ?But not much higher!? he quickly added.

    Beru continues her task, looking over the boy as he fills his cup from a dispenser set within the wall. Her mouth forms a smile as she wonders to herself what mischief the child gets into when unattended. A tall stocky man steps to the threshold of the kitchen area, casting a long shadow. Luke knows who is in the kitchen before he even turns to face him. Somehow, Luke could feel him coming. The man has an imposin
     
  2. Zane-Marit

    Zane-Marit Jedi Youngling star 3

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    The morning couldn?t arrive fast enough for Luke. He was up almost a full hour earlier than usual and was actually alert. He already had his clothes for the trip laid out on his bedroom floor. Luke dressed in a hurry and grabbed a small pouch from his desk as he left his room, fastening it to his loose utility belt.

    He crept out quietly to the garage to make sure the bundles of produce were still as secure as they had been the evening before. Once Luke had finished his inspection he made his way to the kitchen for breakfast. The heavy scent of various fruits mixed in with brewed stimcaf and Jawa juice swirled inside Lukes nostrils, almost tickling them. Owen is at his usual place at the head of the table and Beru is placing a bowl of mixed fruit in front of Lukes place at the table.

    ?Well you?re up rather early today.? Beru said in mock surprise.
    ?Places to go, people to see.? smiled Luke. ?I double checked the produce and it?s still secure inside the hovercart.? Luke added proudly.
    ?Good. I like that you showed some initiative. Do you have everything else that you?ll need?? Owen asked, his subtle reminder to not forget his allowance. Luke removed the pouch from his utility belt, gingerly weighing it in his palm. The muffled sound of credits jingling in the pouch could barely be heard.
    ?Yes sir.? he answered, placing the pouch back in its original place on the utility belt.

    After breakfast Owen and Luke head to the garage. Owen gives the hovercart a once over, checking connections and basket fittings. He nods to Luke acknowledging his thorough inspection, and pats the lad on his head further messing his already messy hair. Owen retrieves a rifle from a rack behind the hovercart and places it behind the bench seat of the cart. He then hands Luke a small holdout blaster which Luke places in a holster attached to his utility belt.

    Owen felt secure in letting Luke have his own weapon. Luke had proven himself to be an accurate marksman from the age of six and handled the responsibility with an unusually high degree of maturity for someone his age. Traveling at night was exponentially worse than during the day, still the trek to Anchorhead held many dangers. It was Owens belief to always be prepared for the worse. ?Better safe than sorry.? he always told Luke.

    Once the emergency provisions were loaded, the two men headed off towards Anchorhead. With the hovercart attached to the speeder the journey would be slower, but that didn?t bother Luke at all. The thoughts of adventure in Anchorhead and the sensation of his hair whipping in the wind filled him with an indescribable excitement.


    Obi Wan Kenobi leans over the sink in his fresher unit, both hands planted firmly on each side. He stares at his reflection for a long moment. The years have weathered away his youthful appearance. His forehead is lined with age and only a small amount of dusty brown color remains in his hair and beard. Yet his eyes remain as clear and alert as ever. His mental awareness has grown with the many years of meditation and self study.

    Today Obi Wan finds controlling his anxiety to be more difficult than normal. He hasn?t felt this anxious in years. He closes his eyes and takes a deep calming breath, exhaling it slowly. He finishes dressing and steps into the main living quarters to gather a few items, stuffing them into a travel bag. He grabs a chrome cylinder just barely two fists long. He stares at it for a moment, rolling it in the palm of his hand. He brings it closer to his face, to better see the details of the device. He points it out, away from his body as he presses a rectangular button in the center. A blue blade of energy creeps from the handle.

    Obi Wan swings the blue blade in short sweeping arcs before him. The subtle hum emitted from the lightsaber reminds Obi Wan of times long ago. The adventures of his youth bring a smile to his face as he deactivates the saber, extinguishing the blade back into its hilt. Obi Wan flips the pommel one last time in his palm before
     
  3. Zane-Marit

    Zane-Marit Jedi Youngling star 3

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    It took Luke only a moment to find the junk dealers shop and he entered cautiously. The main area was dark with shadows and considerably cooler than it was just a mere five meters away out in the blazing suns. It took Luke another few minutes for his eyesight to adjust to the dark interior. Once Lukes vision cleared he stepped with slightly more confidence into the center of the shop. As Luke glanced around at various bins and containers overflowing with mismatched parts, two pairs of glowing yellow eyes approached that he instantly recognized as Jawas.

    They chittered at Luke so quickly that he could not understand what they were saying, but he was sure that it was a greeting of some sort. Luke had some dealings with Jawas in the past, both from his uncle and in his search for spare parts. The Jawas had a reputation of salvaging anything that wasn?t tied down or guarded under lock and key, but they were also a good place to start if you needed something that was commonly found, cheap. Jawas were also skilled at repairing mechno-techno gear, anything from engines to droids and they only sold items that worked, but for how long was anyone?s guess.

    Luke instructed the Jawas in the parts he sought and they scurried off in different directions to locate them as he continued to inspect various parts throughout the shop. Luke slowly made his way to an outside storage area that held the larger parts sold by the Jawas. Luke covered his eyes to shield back the bright light as he surveyed the larger than expected storage space. As he visually scanned the area, his senses locked onto a dull gray shell with blue markings buried under a pile of miscellaneous junk. Next to it was a robed figure staring intently at the buried object, the hood of his robe resting gently on his head.

    Luke could sense a wave of warm feelings being projected at him from the stranger. There was a familiarity to this man that Luke could not place, as if he had known this man his whole life but was just now seeing him for the first time. This comforted him and he steadily approached the object that held the strangers attention. He knelt down to better inspect the corroding metal before him.

    The shell reminded Luke of a cockpit design. He could see the damaged and cracked gauges lining the interior of the cockpit along with an occasional gap of exposed wiring where some device once resided. Luke reached out, running his fingers lightly over a curve in the metal. It felt smooth and solid to him. A faded blue design ran from the center along the sides with matching horizontal stripes running behind where the pilots seat would have been. The more Luke looked upon this shell the more his curiosity grew. He found himself wanting to know what it was, where it had come from, and how it ended up at the base of a scrap pile on a remote desert world.

    ?It?s a pod racer.? the stranger said quietly, not moving his eyes from the pod as he spoke.

    Luke glanced up at the stranger, squinting his eyes at the glare. ?What?s a pod racer??

    The stranger looked down at the boy and smiled.

    ?Pod racing was once the king of sports. These pods were tethered to large engines that were capable of speeds in excess of 800 kilometers per hour. Brave racers would pilot these pods over a dangerous course. Most races started with fifteen plus racers, usually only a few finished. Most racers damaged their pods beyond repair on those courses; others would be forced out by foul play.?

    Lukes eyes grew as he listened to the strangers tale. He occasionally glanced to the remains of the podracer and imagined what it would be like to fly down a course at such speeds.

    ?Is there still podracing?? Luke asked curiously.
    ?Not legally.? replied the stranger. ?Many of the pilots started to die during the races, as well as a few spectators. Once that started to happen it was only a matter of time before the sport was banned entirely. But I am sure that on some worlds there are illegal circuits still operating.?

    The stranger paused as Luke continued run
     
  4. LukeSkywalker_2001

    LukeSkywalker_2001 Jedi Knight star 5

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    this has been a pretty cool story so far. I like how you had Ben tell Luke about selling and buying, and I really enjoyed your interaction between Obi-Wan and Luke.

    It's been a cute story so far. Can you PM me when you update again?
     
  5. Zane-Marit

    Zane-Marit Jedi Youngling star 3

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    Thanks for reading. I'm glad you liked it. Unfortunately this story is completed.
     
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