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Skywalker: Resurgent Ch.2: What the Hell are You Doing Here?!
As it happened, it was another week until I saw exactly what I was looking for.
The improvised scanner I had cobbled together and left at Kenobi's place over a year ago had started going off and Kenobi had insisted that it wasn't another false alarm. Just to be sure, I used the old set of macro binoculars mounted to a tripod that I, or rather Luke, had gotten for our twelfth birthday. Basically, it was a Star Wars version of a telescope. It did an impressive job letting me spot ships in orbit of at least corvette size and bigger. Freighters and fighter craft were much harder, but I wasn't really concerning myself with those. Not when I could clearly spot the Imperial-class Star Destroyer with a Corellian Corvette sitting in her ventral docking bay in high orbit. Even in daylight, the two were close enough to the planet that I could spot them.
I immediately grabbed the small 'mission pack' I had prepared for this day and bolted out of the workshop. Making the necessary excuses to Aunt Beru, I quickly tossed the pack into the passenger seat and immediately set out for the Dune Sea. Once I was out of sight of the farm, I brought the speeder to a halt and left it running idle as I grabbed the pack and stepped out to change my clothes and appearance.
My last few years training with the Force and a lifetime working on the farm had treated me well, all things considered. I didn't recall how short Luke was originally when Leia made the famous 'aren't you a little short to be a storm trooper?' remark, but I didn't believe I was all that short by human standards. Standing at a little over 1.8 meters (freaking metric system is everywhere in this galaxy), I was in pretty impressive shape. Lean muscles developed from carrying heavy loads and long hours of working under the hot suns and digging through farm equipment had given me a thin, but not unfit profile. I had also spent some time every week since meeting Kenobi performing exercises he recommended for both lightsaber combat and agility. Perhaps it was the concealing clothing that Luke always wore, changes I had made to my lifestyle after coming here, or maybe I was forgetting something, but I considered myself to be in terrific physical shape.
But back to the matter at hand; I was going to need a disguise. I was a regular figure around the local farming community and pretty much everyone who lived around here recognized me or has at least seen me before. Such was the way with small communities. In the original timeline, the Jawas had been tortured and executed by stormtroopers even after giving up who they sold the droids to. I couldn't afford to be spotted looking like I normally did, so some time ago I had worked up a disguise kit in case anyone saw me while I was out looking for the droids. That was for Plan A, in case I got lucky and picked them up before they set out into the desert and got picked up by Jawas instead. In case I was too late and they were already long gone, I could then switch to Plan B and purchase them directly instead of letting the Jawas sell them to Uncle Owen. I had gathered my own modest savings and Kenobi had lent me some of his personal stash of funds for just this purpose. In that case, the disguise was so that the Jawas couldn't give an accurate description or name, even if they were interrogated. In that scenario, I'd really need the disguise to be as good as I could get it to be.
Step one was switching to a new wardrobe. First came the set of special boots I had packed. They had short platforms built into the soles which would make me seem a good two or three inches taller than I actually was. Not perfect and I had to be careful while walking, but it'd help for the short time I had to wear them. Next came a nondescript set of dark brown pants and darker brown shirt that I could wear. It was a common color of clothing on Tatooine, but also unlike the lighter colors I'd wear normally due to the climate. Over that, I had a sandy colored poncho-like garment that made me think of Clint Eastwood when I saw it in a cheap clothing store about a year ago. No stetson hat to go with it (much to my personal disappointment), but it did have a wide hood which helped conceal my hair and face.
Speaking of, there wasn't too much I could do about those. I had decided almost right away to get rid of the 'boy band' hairdo I had woken up with. Nothing against young-Luke, but short and practical was the way to go for the kind of life I intended to live. I kept some of the length which allowed me to style it a bit as I liked, but I was just happy it wasn't long enough to get into my eyes anymore. Rather than try to cut it or dye it with the supplies I had laid out on the hood of the speeder, I instead straightened it hurriedly and slicked it back over my scalp with the small tin of hair product I had brought with me. I hated the look, but at least it was only temporary.
Then, I took out the last two aspects of my disguise; grease paint and some goggles. I wasn't an expert with makeup, but I knew enough about the cultural trends in Star Wars to know that a lot of people had face paint or tattoos. This way, I could pass myself off as another edgy human or as a part of some culture that liked marking their faces. Some artfully applied black smears would also be enough to throw anyone off my trail if they got a good description since it'd be so easy to clean off. I marked the areas around my eyes and drew long 'tear track' marks down my cheeks and under my chin. I brought up the goggles and left them sitting on my forehead for the moment to help conceal my hair color and add to the look I had adopted.
When I had finished, I looked like an emo kid who watched too much 'Bleach' growing up, but at least I looked nothing like Luke Skywalker and that was the whole point. Like hell was I going to let Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru come to harm if I had the chance to stop it. Their deaths had originally served as motivation for Luke to leave Tatooine and fight the Empire, but that was completely unnecessary here. Buying those droids had immediately brought the two of them into the Empire's line of fire, so the simplest and most effective way to save them was to ensure that they never get involved at all. If I got the droids first, I could safely avoid the situation entirely. Failing that, a 'mysterious stranger' would buy them from the Jawas before they ever reached the farm.
Checking myself over one last time and not finding anything amiss, I folded my clothes in another bag and stowed them beneath the back seat of the speeder. All in all, it had taken less than thirty minutes for me to change my look, be back in the driver's seat and be on my way. At high speed, I drove off into the Dune Sea to start searching for a downed escape pod.
~Skywalker: Resurgent~
Two and a Half Years Ago...
"Bail left you with a secure means to contact him if you needed to, right?" I asked.
We had arranged another meeting for this week and Kenobi was attempting to instruct me on telekinesis. I was having a hard time with the finer aspects of control and had ended up crushing the small fruit I had been practicing with earlier. Kenobi was coaching me with a very squishy ball he had acquired. I was actually impressed by the idea. If I gripped it too hard, it'd distort, but not be destroyed. If it was too light, it just wouldn't work.
"He did," Kenobi confirmed, watching my progress. "Any particular reason for why you're asking?"
"I've been trying to think about how to save Alderaan," I told him. "Nothing truly effective comes to mind though."
"I'd be lying if I said that bit of news didn't disturb me greatly," Kenobi responded gravely. "I've also not thought of any way to avert those events as you've described them, unfortunately. From what you've told me, Alderaan was destroyed on Tarkin's order both to serve as an example of power for the finished Death Star and to send a message to other dissident groups. Given Alderaan's own involvement in Alliance activities, I'm not sure we could do anything to prevent it at this point. Did you manage to come up with something?"
"Nothing I'm satisfied with, I'll admit," I told him. I began throwing the ball up into the air and attempting to perfectly grasp it while it was in motion. The ball was only slightly distorted from the force I was inflicting on it as I did so. "The Alliance already knows about there being a secret superweapon program the Empire is conducting, they just don't have the details to take it down and neither do I. I wish I did, but the exact specs to the station aren't in my head and the advice 'search for a small hole two meters wide on a target the size of a small moon' isn't very useful. There's a half dozen ways the Alliance could eventually come across those plans according to what I know and none of those details really helps, because there's no way in which I'm confident I could interfere without placing everything at risk."
It was actually really starting to frustrate me. I didn't know enough to take direct action now, but knew just enough to feel like the answer was just out of reach. I didn't know which planet the Death Star was being constructed at, the defenses in place around it, or the exact location of the thermal exhaust port. I tried to console myself that maybe there was nothing I could do. According to Kenobi and corroborated by my own knowledge, Alderaan had been snubbing Imperial authority for years. There was no way I could stop everyone on the planet from disrespecting the Empire and there might just be no viable option to turn the Empire's opinion of the planet around. Maybe this was just one of those 'fixed points' time travelers talked about sometimes. Maybe the Force had to make this happen and I just wasn't strong enough to fight it or smart enough to see a way around it.
I should just put it past me and focus on the training. I threw the squishy ball against the wall and caught it with the Force. It flattened like a pancake in the powerful telekinetic grip I held it in.
'Stop it already,' I thought to myself, pulling the ball back to me. 'Let it go. You can't fix the galaxy and save everyone. You'll fail just by trying. Alderaan drew a target on itself with their own nature and you can't change that. Let. It. Go.'
Except that according to Imperial census reports I could access on my datapad; Alderaan had a population of over two billion.
The ball flattened again as I caught it.
I sighed, pulling it back to me again and holding onto it as I thought. Kenobi took notice.
"You're distracted," he said. "Is it Alderaan?"
"Yeah," I confirmed. "I'm still trying to come up with a clever plan. Nothing so far."
"Perhaps therein lays the problem?" Kenobi suggested.
"What do you mean?" I asked, turning to him.
"Perhaps the reason you can't think of a clever plan is that you're thinking too much about it?" he replied, stroking his beard again. He did that a lot, I noticed.
"You're saying I'm overthinking it?"
"In my own experience, some of the best solutions to problems were the more direct ones. Run, fight, wait, or any mixture thereof. Overthinking a problem can cause hesitation, removing the possibility of choosing your own actions altogether. If nothing else, I believe that acting at all in these circumstances is more likely to improve the situation than worsen it. When preventing planetary destruction, I doubt there are many worse outcomes."
"'Just cut the damn knot,'" I muttered.
"What was that?" Kenobi asked.
"Just quoting something," I said as I realized the point of his short speech. "You're probably right. I have been thinking hard about this. Maybe too hard. What if we just called him?"
"Didn't we already decide to try that?" Kenobi asked wryly.
"Yeah, but we just keep it simple when we do," I said. "We just warn him that very bad things are going to happen and that his life and planet are in danger. If there's anything that can be done, I imagine he will try it. Sending people and cultural items off world to a safe planet or maybe making Alderaan indispensable to the Empire in such a way that Tarkin wouldn't dare destroy it?"
"Bail is a good man," Kenobi agreed. "If anyone willing and able to do something to save even a fraction of Alderaan, it's him."
"He also trusts you and Jedi in general to a high degree," I added. "That certainly doesn't hurt. He'll take the warning seriously if it comes right from you. That it will come from you may just make the difference between victory or loss here."
"I'll reach out to him soon then," Kenobi agreed aloud. "It may not seem like much, but at least it's something. It doesn't seem like much and we'll know in time if our efforts amount to anything, but..." he trailed off.
"We can at least know we tried something," I finished, feeling better that at least something was going to be done.
I made a perfect catch the next time I threw the ball.
We practiced for another two hours until I had to head back to the farm. It was a few days later when Kenobi had updated me on the situation and informed me he had reached Bail Organa and had warned him of a 'very serious and very real' Force Vision he had which informed him that Bail's life was in danger since the Imperials were on to him for being a Rebel agent. He had gone on to mention that the Empire would attack and devastate Alderaan if nothing changed the current course of events. He advised that Bail take whatever precautions necessary to keep himself and his planet safe but especially Leia, short of actually removing her from her career path as a diplomat.
Bail had been skeptical at first, but Kenobi had insisted that it was important. As soon as he mentioned it came in a Force Vision he had while meditating, Bail had taken it much more seriously and had promised to look into it on his end and start taking precautions. He thanked Kenobi for the warning and ended the call.
At our next meeting, I was able to catch the ball perfectly each time I threw it until Kenobi decided to move my training forward.
~Skywalker: Resurgent~
The Present...
"Well, fuck." I uttered aloud.
It had taken me some time to find the downed pod. The Dune Sea was freaking massive, even on a speeder. I had gone around for hours looking until I had finally picked it out with my eyes as I looked. It was just a small distortion of the desert's natural shape when I first spotted it, but it became much more clear once I had gotten close.
Unfortunately, the occupants were long gone. There were tracks leading into the distance, but only in one direction as far as I could tell. I frowned as I looked at them as closely as I could and noted that they were headed towards a series of rocky mountains jutting upwards in the distance. That would be the same direction Artoo would have gone in as Threepio would have gotten huffy and went the opposite way. Except, it wasn't. There were no tracks going in that direction at all and while the light wind had distorted them somewhat, I could still discern footprints as well as tread marks going in the same direction towards the rocks.
I gave a cursory check with my binoculars in both directions, but didn't see anything. They must have hit the ground some time ago and set off almost right after. Ideally, I would have been able to pick them both up here or nearby and take them to Kenobi's place right after. If they had already been picked up by the Jawas, then Plan A was a bust and I was especially grateful that I had thought to get a disguise. I'd have to track down the Sandcrawler that had them both and buy them. Or at least, I'd have to find Artoo. Threepio was admittedly important, but Artoo was absolutely essential since he had the detailed plans for the Death Star in his data banks. I absolutely had to recover him, even if I couldn't get Threepio. Fortunately, they should both be together once I find the right damn Sandcrawler.
Jumping back in my speeder, I headed off in the direction of the mountains. On the way, I commed Kenobi to let him know that Plan A didn't work and I was moving on. He sympathized with the missed opportunity to get a hold of them quickly and wished the Force be with me as I continued my search. We kept the call short as we weren't sure if the Imperials were monitoring comm traffic in the area now that they had a capital ship in orbit. Better safe than sorry in this instance.
There was no sign of the droids as I drove up to the desert mountains. Once I started reaching the larger rock formations, I cursed as I realized the suns were going down soon and I had to hurry this up. Bad enough that I was heading into these mountains where I might be ambushed, but hanging out here after dark was damn risky. If the suns set before I found them, I'd have to head back to the farm empty handed. If that happened, that'd mean I'd failed to avert suspicion from my Aunt and Uncle and that they'd be in danger if the Empire came knocking.
My thoughts were bothered by a very clearly remembered image of a black column of smoke rising into the desert air as two blackened skeletons lay strewn in front of the homestead of the farm. I kept my feelings in check at the unpleasant thought, but quickly snapped out of it when I caught sight of a Sandcrawler parked with its lights turned on just up ahead.
'Jackpot!' I thought.
As I approached, I slowed the speeder down significantly and flashed my headlights at them several times as I approached. This was to signify to them that I wasn't here to cause trouble, but that I just wanted to talk and probably make a deal. It was customary for people to do this to avoid misunderstandings. Jawas might not look intimidating on their own, but they managed to survive just fine on the harsh world of Tatooine by banding together and taking precautions. I'd never seen it demonstrated myself, but it was a well repeated rumor that Sandcrawlers were surprisingly well armed and armored. At least, I'd never seen someone try and pick a fight with one.
I parked the speeder a respectful distance away and slung an old long-barreled blaster rifle that belonged to Uncle Owen over and onto my back before walking forward. It might seem strange to approach what's supposed to be a peaceful meeting with a weapon, but that's just how things are done out here. They might not take me seriously if I didn't have some kind of show of force, even if they and I knew that the old rifle wouldn't do me any good it it came down to a fight.
I waved at the group of Jawas who were huddling around a small campsite beneath the Sandcrawler's long shadow in the early evening light. There were six of them in total and at least four of them were armed. I kept my hands away from my sides and visible as I approached. As I got closer, one of them, who I assume was the leader, stepped in front of the others as his buddies stayed a few paces back and kept their hands on their weapons.
"Evening," I greeted shortly.
The leader jabbered away at me in response to that. Jawa language was...weird. Sentence structure and consonants were all mixed up and backwards at the same time. It was fortunate that Luke had learned it at a young age and could understand it well enough. The Jawa leader offered a standard greeting and asked who I was and what I wanted.
"Name's Clint Eastwood and I'm here looking for lost goods," I told him. Yeah, I was totally using that as a fake name. I blame the poncho, but I just couldn't resist it when coming up with a name.
He was quick to say that he and his people did not steal anything.
"That's fine," I said agreeably. "I didn't say you did. I'm looking for lost property and I think you might have it."
He informed me that any goods recovered on the Dune Sea were fair game and even if they did find anything (which he denied they did), Salvage Law was on their side and I would have to take it up with the Tradesman's Union.
I didn't need the Force to tell that this was a show of bravado on the little Jawa's part and he was just trying to establish dominance in our talks. If I did try to report illegal seizure of goods, nobody would be happy with these circumstances or the investigation that would probably have to occur with what passed for legal authority on Tatooine.
"Because if you did have it," I said, acting like I hadn't heard that last bit he'd said. "I'd be very grateful. And I would be willing to pay you a finder's fee."
It was like I'd said the magic words. The Jawa's eyes lit up a bit more as he finally asked what I was looking for, because maybe they have it or could sell me a replacement.
'Gotcha,' I thought happily. I also started reaching out with the Force to try and sense the emotions of the Jawas and their reactions to my next words. They might be very alien compared to human emotions, but I was confident things like greed could cross the language barrier.
"Two droids," I told him. "An astromech with blue and white markings and a protocol droid with a shiny gold exterior. I have their designations as well."
The Jawa made a clearly exaggerated thinking gesture and went on that they might have picked up some droids in the desert and tossed them in the back of their salvage bay, but he couldn't be sure they were the ones I mentioned. And by the way, how did he know I wasn't lying about them being my property in the first place?
"Because I know both of their designations and that they would have even been out here for you to find in the first place," I informed him, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at this exchange. I actually had sensed it when he had heard me describe the droids; recognition. He definitely had them. "The two had to come from somewhere and certainly didn't grow out of the desert sands."
The Jawa made a sort of high pitched buzzing noise that I interpreted as him playing coy with whether to believe me or not. I was starting to get annoyed and a little worried about this. I was heavily relying on the fact that the Jawas liked to play fast and loose with the rules regarding things like salvage and property and would be happy to make a deal if someone showed up with a stack of credits.
After another few moments of neither of us saying anything, the Jawa turned back to his companions and chirped a command to lower the rear loading ramp and to haul out the droids they had for sale. Turning back to me, he said that he'd be happy to let me take a look but asked exactly how grateful I was and what the finder's fee was.
"First, let's establish that you have them," I told him firmly.
The Jawa agreed and told me to wait a moment while they got their merchandise ready. The small group retreated back into the Sandcrawler and about two minutes later, I saw the ramp on the far side of the crawler start to descend.
I strolled slowly up to the back of the Sandcrawler as they started hustling various droids down the ramp. Some of them were even carrying crates filled with various pieces of junk which the Jawas were no doubt hoping to sell me while I looked for the two droids. I was passing the second set of giant treads when I was suddenly stopped.
"Hands up!"
I froze at the sound of the angry voice behind me making the demand accompanied by the distinct sound of a blaster charging up. Cursing internally, I held my hands wide and away from my belt and my blaster. Whomever this was, they had completely surprised me. I didn't expect anyone besides other Jawas to be in here and now, I was paying for it.
"Turn around. Slowly," the voice ordered.
I did and was totally taken by surprise when I saw who had gotten the drop on me.
Princess Leia Organa, dressed in nondescript grey fatigues but still sporting her classic cinnamon bun hairstyle, was pointing a small holdout blaster at me, looking serious as hell and ready to shoot.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" she demanded.
"What am I doing here?" I asked in total surprise. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
~Skywalker: Resurgent~
"Don't make me ask again! Who are you?!"
How in the flying fuck did she get here? This wasn't in any canon version I knew of! Not even the weird 'What If?' comics covered this happening! I had to calm down and start thinking here. Kenobi was always on my ass for keeping better control of my emotions and I actually agreed with him to an extent about how important that was.
But, I digress. Back to the situation at hand; Leia was still holding the small blaster pistol in her hands and was pointing it right at my face. In spite of that, the opportunity was just too good and I had only one response ready for that particular question from this particular person.
"I'm Luke Skywalker and I'm here to rescue you."
Of course, that sounded way cooler to me than it did to her.
"You're who?" she asked.
"Luke Skywalker," I told her again I sighed as she arched a skeptical eyebrow at me to show just how unimpressed she was with me and that answer. "Trust me, that name is a bigger deal to the right people."
"I'll bet," she mockingly assured me. "And who exactly do you work for, Skywalker?"
"If you wanted to stretch the answer to that a bit, technically, I work for you," I told her.
"For me?" she asked, sounding surprised.
"It's probably more accurate to say I work with General Kenobi, who works for you," I reply.
That was apparently the right thing to say. She lowered her blaster but didn't put it away as she searched my expression for any signs of deceit. "You work for General Kenobi?" she asked.
"I work with him, not for him," I emphasized. "It's certainly a good explanation for why I'm out here looking for the passengers of that escape pod, isn't it?"
"But it doesn't explain how you knew to even look for the droids or for me!" she said tightly. She didn't raise her blaster again, but I had little doubt that she could snap it back up and get off a shot in a blink of the eye if she had to. And I wasn't carrying a lightsaber to parry the shot with either, so she'd probably hit me. "How do I know you're not with the Empire?"
"Uh, because it's just me out here right now and not a company of stormtroopers with armored support?" I asked, as if it were obvious and she was weird for even asking. "If I was Imperial Intelligence and I knew of your connection to Kenobi or even that you were a member of the Rebel Alliance, you'd be in a hell of a lot more trouble."
I had absolutely no freaking clue if that was true or not. It just sounded plausible and my delivery of the idea sounding like it was totally obvious certainly helped sell the line.
"As for how I knew to come out here," I continued. "You know that Kenobi's got special powers, right? Well, so do I. I also already found your escape pod and the tracks led me in this direction. Plus, it's the only place even resembling shelter for several dozen kilometers around."
Kenobi would probably cringe at my casual mention of the Force as 'special powers,' but I really wasn't trying to get into a deep, descriptive conversation about Force Visions, guidance from a higher power, and how that all somehow explained how I was standing out here. I would much rather speed this up and get her to Kenobi's as fast as possible. I hadn't expected her to be out here at all and I had no idea what had changed to bring her here. I was starting to feel paranoid and wanted to get into hiding and then off Tatooine as quickly as possible.
"If you don't mind," I gestured behind me to the ramp with the droids arrayed out at its base. "We need to grab your droids and get the hell out of here. I don't know if you are aware, but that Star Destroyer is still in orbit and will be sending down search parties. We need to get you off world as quickly and as quietly as possible."
"Right," she agreed. "You have transport for myself and two droids, correct?"
Her tone had shifted to a more regal and commanding tone that replaced the harsh one she was using while pointing a blaster in my face. I guess she was much calmer now and I had passed muster as a Rebel, even if I technically wasn't.
"Just enough," I told her. "We also need to start gathering anything you brought with you so we don't leave any clues as to who you really were. These guys will sell you out the minute a stormtrooper sticks either a blaster or a fat enough credit chit in their face, but hopefully, the information they can potentially give will be vague enough that they won't have much of anything to go on."
"I already cut a deal with them," she informed me. "They were taking me to the nearest port and I could find my way from there. No questions asked."
"Uh, did you get that in writing?" I asked her sarcastically. "Because these crawlers make their rounds every season through the farming communities and circling around the settlements, not travelling directly to them until they've finished. They wouldn't divert their whole trip just to take one hitchhiker into town. You didn't pay them yet, did you?"
Leia's silence was answer enough. I face palmed and groaned into my hand as I asked, "What did you pay with and how much?"
"A necklace and a blaster rifle," she informed me, looking unhappy.
"Well, the good news is that they would've gotten you to the nearest port, which is Mos Eisley," I sighed as I enlightened her. "The bad news is that it would have taken you a good two weeks to get there. And good luck making it that long without being stopped by an Imperial search party as they start landing troops to search for you and the droids. Even if you'd jumped off at one of the farms they'd be stopping at and bummed a ride from the people who lived there, the Jawas would've cited that you had broken your agreement and they'd keep your payment and probably whatever else they thought they could fleece from you."
"And you're certain of this?" Leia replied a bit angrily, but I had a sense that she was more angry with herself than anything.
"I grew up around here," I told her, not bothering to elaborate further as the statement was pretty self-explanatory. "Not much we can do about the necklace if they're determined to hold onto it. Was it important to you at all? Could it be traced back to you if discovered?"
"Just a piece of jewelry I had been wearing," she dismissed. "It won't be linked to me and I can get another exactly like it later of I have to."
For a moment, I marveled at the casual display of wealth and the literal worlds of difference in how we grew up, despite being siblings. Luke had grown up in a poor farming community and worked the land since he was old enough to not hurt himself or the equipment. I wouldn't go so far as to say he grew up in poverty, but he definitely wasn't rich. Leia on the other hand, was able to toss away jewelry with no concern and just get a duplicate later of she wanted. That's not a sleight against her, but it certainly painted a heck of a picture for the differences in our childhoods.
'At least we both grew up loved,' I thought. 'Not every kid can say that, even in a galaxy far, far away. I can be grateful that Kenobi, Yoda, and Bail made sure of that much.'
"Then let's get the droids and get going," I said. "Don't expect repayment from the Jawas for the blaster and your necklace though."
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