Ben pulled his cloak up over his head and quickened his pace. As he rounded a bend in the canyon, he saw three Tuskens rummaging through a landspeeder that was parked beside some large boulders. He recognized the speeder as Luke’s, and then saw Luke himself lying motionless on the ground near the Tuskens. It appeared they had knocked him out cold.
Without breaking his stride across the canyon’s stony floor, Ben performed his best imitation of a krayt dragon’s hunting cry. The long, high-pitched howl echoed loudly off the canyon walls, prompting the Tuskens to grab their weapons and flee, leaving Luke and the landspeeder behind.
Ben moved swiftly beside Luke’s unconscious form, bent down, and checked Luke’s pulse. As he confirmed Luke was all right, he heard an electronic moan to his right, followed by a short beep. Ben paused, then pulled back his hood and turned to his right to see a blue-domed astromech droid cowering in the shadows under a rocky ledge.
Goodness, Ben thought. It looks just like R2-D2. He smiled at the droid and said, “Hello there!” Waggling his fingers in a beckoning gesture, he encouraged, “Come here, my little friend. Don’t be afraid.”
The droid emitted a series of concerned-sounding beeps.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Ben said as he gestured to Luke, “he’ll be all right.”
Luke stirred, then slowly opened his dazed eyes to look up at Ben. Ben helped him rise to a sitting position. “Rest easy, son,” Ben said, “you’ve had a busy day. You’re fortunate to be all in one piece.”
Luke rubbed the back of his head and then focused on his rescuer. “Ben?” he said. “Ben Kenobi? Boy, am I glad to see you!”
The astromech droid wobbled out from under the ledge and approached Luke and Ben.
“The Jundland Wastes are not to be traveled lightly,” Ben said as he pulled Luke up to his feet. “Tell me, young Luke, what brings you out this far?”
“Oh, this little droid!” Luke said, gesturing at the astromech who beeped in response. Luke continued, “I think he’s searching for his former master, but I’ve never seen such devotion in a droid before…”
Ben smiled again at the astromech, who beeped at him. Ben returned his gaze to Luke, who said, “Ah, he claims to be the property of an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Is he a relative of yours? Do you know who he’s talking about?”
Ben’s smile melted away. He kept his eyes on Luke and tried to remain calm, but the boy’s words had practically stunned him. Catching his breath, Ben eased himself back to rest against a boulder. “Obi-Wan Kenobi…” he said. “Obi-Wan?” His gaze drifted to the ground. “Now that’s a name I’ve not heard in a long time…a long time.”
“I think my uncle knows him,” Luke said. “He said he was dead.…”
“Oh, he’s not dead,” Ben said, rolling his eyes with mild amusement. “Not yet.”
“You know him?”
“Well, of course I know him. He’s me!”
The astromech chirped as he rotated his dome to study Ben more closely.
Glancing at Luke, Ben said “I haven’t gone by the name Obi-Wan since, oh, before you were born.”
“Well, then, the droid does belong to you.”
“Don’t seem to remember ever owning a droid,” Ben said, eyeing the blue astromech more carefully. As improbable as it seemed, he realized the droid was R2-D2. He recalled that R2-D2’s counterpart, C-3PO, was supposed to have had a memory wipe, but he didn’t know whether R2-D2 had undergone the same treatment, and thus wasn’t certain if the droid even recognized him after so many years. I’ve certainly aged more obviously than R2 has. Ben kept his musings to himself, but muttered, “Very interesting…”
An inhuman braying sound echoed through the canyon. Ben looked up at the overhanging cliffs and said, “I think we better get indoors. The Sand People are easily startled, but they will soon be back. And in greater numbers.”
Ben began moving toward the landspeeder and Luke followed, but then R2-D2 let out a pathetic beep, prompting Luke to exclaim, “C-3PO!”
What! Ben was astonished. C-3PO is here, too?
They found the protocol droid sprawled on some nearby rocks. Wires dangled out from the open socket at C-3PO’s left shoulder, and his left arm lay on the ground a short distance away. Ben and Luke lifted the droid to a seated position.
In a dazed voice, C-3PO asked, “Where am I? I must have taken a bad step…” C-3PO turned his head from side to side, but when his photoreceptors saw Ben, he did not recognize the white-haired man.
“Well, can you stand?” Luke said. “We’ve got to get you out of here before the Sand People return.”
“I don’t think I can make it,” C-3PO said. “You go on, Master Luke. There’s no sense in you risking yourself on my account. I’m done for.”
“No, you’re not,” Luke said sympathetically. “What kind of talk is that?”
Remembering the Tusken Raiders, Ben said, “Quickly…they’re on the move.”
Ben and Luke helped C-3PO to his feet, gathered up his left arm, and returned to the landspeeder. After they loaded the droids onto the vehicle, they sped off, heading out of the canyon and to the safety of Ben’s house.
On the way back to the Ben’s house, Luke explained how his uncle had bought the two droids from Jawa traders. After they arrived at the house, they went inside and Ben let Luke use his toolkit to repair C-3PO. Luke and C-3PO were seated on the couch beside a low round table across from Ben, who sat in a chair and watched as Luke quickly mended and reattached wires, and secured the droid’s arm into place. R2-D2 stood near a storage chest on the floor and peered over the round table to watch the repair job.
The boy’s as good at fixing things as his father was, Ben thought. Just then, R2-D2 beeped with what sounded like approval at Luke’s technical skills, and Ben thought, If you have any memory of Anakin, you’re probably thinking the same thing.
“Tell me, Luke,” Ben said. “Do you know about your father’s service in the Clone Wars?”
“No, my father didn’t fight in the wars,” Luke said as he reconnected another wire. “He was a navigator on a spice freighter.”
“That’s what your uncle told you,” Ben said. “He didn’t hold with your father’s ideals. Thought he should have stayed here and not gotten involved.”
Luke turned to face Ben. “You fought in the Clone Wars?”
“Yes. I was once a Jedi Knight, the same as your father,” Ben said, easing back into his chair.
Luke looked away. “I wish I’d known him.”
“He was the best starpilot in the galaxy and a cunning warrior.” Ben paused and smiled at Luke. “I understand you’ve become quite a good pilot yourself.”
Luke shrugged at this, but grinned sheepishly.
Ben smiled as he looked away. Remembering Anakin, he added, “And he was a good friend. Which reminds me…”
Ben pushed himself up from his seat and walked past R2-D2 to raise the lid on the storage chest. “I have something here for you.” As he removed the shiny relic he had taken with him from the planet Mustafar, he said, “Your father wanted you to have this when you were old enough, but your uncle wouldn’t allow it. He feared you might follow old Obi-Wan on some foolish idealistic crusade like your father did.”
Still seated on the bed, C-3PO turned to Luke and said, “Sir, if you’ll not be needing me, I’ll close down for a while.”
“Sure, go ahead,” Luke said.
C-3PO remained seated as he switched himself off. His photoreceptors dimmed and his head slumped forward. Luke rose from the couch and stepped over beside Ben to see the object he had taken from the chest. Luke asked, “What is it?”
“Your father’s lightsaber,” Ben said, handing it to Luke. “This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster.”
Luke’s fingers found the activation plate, and the lightsaber’s blade blazed to life. He appeared fascinated as he tested the weapon, listening to its hum as he moved the blade back and forth through the air.
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��An elegant weapon for a more civilized age,” Ben commented as he returned to his chair. “For over a thousand generations the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic. Before the dark times, before the Empire.”
Luke deactivated the lightsaber and carried it with him as he sat back down on the edge of the bed. Facing Ben, he asked, “How did my father die?”
Ben glanced away from Luke. Choosing his words carefully, he returned his gaze to Luke and said gravely, “A young Jedi named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of mine until he turned to evil, helped the Empire hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father.”
Luke looked stunned.
“Now the Jedi are all but extinct,” Ben continued. “Vader was seduced by the dark side of the Force.”
“The Force?” Luke said.
“The Force is what gives the Jedi his power,” Ben said. “It’s an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together.”
R2-D2 beeped loudly, calling attention to himself.
Rising again, Ben stepped over to R2-D2 and said, “Now, let’s see if we can’t figure out what you are, my little friend. And where you come from.”
As Ben touched R2-D2’s dome, Luke said, “I saw part of the message he was—”
“I seem to have found it,” Ben interrupted, for R2-D2’s hologram projector had flicked on, causing a flickering hologram of a young, white-robed woman to appear atop Ben’s round table. Ben returned to his seat.
“General Kenobi,” said the woman’s hologram, “years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father’s request to you in person, but my ship has fallen under attack, and I’m afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit.”
Ben glanced at R2-D2, then back at the hologram.
“My father will know how to retrieve it,” the woman’s hologram continued. “You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”
The woman’s hologram glanced over her right shoulder, then bent as if she were adjusting something. Watching the hologram’s movement, Ben suspected she must have turned in response to someone or something behind her before she bent to manually switch off R2-D2’s holorecorder. The hologram flickered off.
Ben sat back in his chair and tugged at his beard, thinking hard. The compulsion to walk to the canyon, the reunion with the droids and Luke, and now this message. Obi-Wan did not believe in such things as coincidence. It must be by the will of the Force.
Luke said, “Who is she?”
On the subject of the hologram, Ben knew it was best to keep details to a minimum. He kept his expression impassive as he said, “She is Princess Leia Organa of the Royal House of Alderaan, an Imperial Senator and, unbeknownst to the Empire, a leader of the Rebel Alliance. She’s grown into a remarkable young woman.” Turning to Luke, he said, “You must learn the ways of the Force if you’re to come with me to Alderaan.”
“Alderaan?” Luke said with disbelief. Rising away from Ben, he added, “I’m not going to Alderaan.” He moved toward the door, nervously shifting his lightsaber from one hand to the other. “I’ve got to get home. It’s late. I’m in for it as it is.”
“I need your help, Luke,” Ben said. Nodding his head toward the table that had displayed the hologram, he added, “She needs your help. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing.”
“I can’t get involved!” Luke protested. “I’ve got work to do! It’s not that I like the Empire…I hate it! But there’s nothing I can do about it right now. It’s such a long way from here.”
“That’s your uncle talking.”
Luke sighed. “Oh, boy, my uncle,” he said as he clutched the lightsaber tight with his right hand. Raising his left hand over R2-D2’s domed head, he said, “How am I ever gonna explain this?” He brought his hand down on top of the droid’s head with a slight whack.
“Learn about the Force, Luke.”
Luke moved anxiously toward the door again, then stopped and turned to Ben. “Look, I can take you as far as Anchorhead,” he said. “You can get a transport there to Mos Eisley or wherever you’re going.”
Ben looked away from Luke and said, “You must do what you feel is right, of course.”
“What I feel is right?” Luke said, exasperated. “Ben, I’d like to help you, to help her, but is it right to run out on Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru? They’re all the family I’ve got, and I’m not going to let anything happen to them! If that’s not right, then maybe I’d rather be wrong!”
Ben nodded his head. “Yes…of course. Sometimes even the best intentions may be contradictory. Perhaps your answer lies with the Force, within you.” Rising from his chair, Ben said briskly, “Very well, I shall take you up on your kind offer. I must make my way to Alderaan as quickly as I can.”
Ben wondered if Luke would change his mind about leaving Tatooine by the time they reached Anchorhead, but he could not sense anything of the future. Events are moving too fast, Ben thought. And today, the will of the Force is just too strong to resist.
As Luke reactivated C-3PO, Ben discreetly secured his own lightsaber to his belt before donning his heavy robe. Suddenly, Ben realized that he might never return to his home in the desert, and that he had one thing left to do before leaving. Turning to Luke he said, “I think I might have an extra belt ring for your father’s lightsaber. May I have the lightsaber for a moment so I can make sure the ring fits?”
“Oh, sure,” Luke said, handing the lightsaber to Ben. “I’ll load the droids onto the speeder and meet you outside.”
As Luke and the droids headed out the door, Ben brought the lightsaber down into his cellar. He held the weapon carefully so he wouldn’t smudge the fingerprints Luke had left on it. Moving quickly to his workbench, he used a small scanning device to record Luke’s right thumbprint from the lightsaber, then transferred the print onto the access clasp for his journal. After placing the journal inside the boa-wood box, he transferred the same print onto the box’s clasp. He set the scanning tool aside, and thought That’s that. Remembering what he’d told Luke, he picked up a spare utility ring that he knew would fit the lightsaber. In less than two minutes, he was back upstairs and walking out the front door.
The droids and Luke were waiting for Ben at the landspeeder. As he climbed into the front seat beside Luke, he said, “Here you are,” and returned the lightsaber along with the extra belt ring.
“Thanks!” Luke said as he took the lightsaber and ring. Then he started the speeder and zoomed away from Ben’s home, heading southeast.
Ben never looked back.
“I really do wish I could do more for you, Ben,” Luke said as he guided the landspeeder along the edge of the Jundland Wastes. “But the sooner I get these droids out on the south ridge working on those vaporators, the less of a skinning I’ll catch from Uncle Owen.”
“Luke, I’m afraid the droids will have to come with me.”
“What?” Luke exclaimed as he gave Ben a quick sidelong glance. “But they cost my uncle nearly—”
“Surely you don’t think I can leave them behind?” Ben interrupted. “You heard that message. This matter is too vital to risk losing Artoo-Detoo, and for security’s sake, See-Threepio must come along as well.”
“But what’ll I tell Uncle Owen?”
“I shall leave that to your conscience, son. But here’s another thing to consider: There will almost certainly be Imperial agents seeking these two droids, people of the most violent and ruthless sort. Taking them back to your farm would only expose your uncle and aunt to dreadful danger.”
“Oh,” Luke said. “Oh, yeah. I’ll…I’ll think of something, I guess.”
“Good,” Ben
said. “I know you will.” Just then, he saw a rising smudge of darkness against the cliffs at the edge of the Wastes. He nudged Luke with his elbow as he pointed toward the cliffs and said, “Smoke!
“What?” Luke followed Ben’s gaze. “Where? I don’t see any…yes! There it is! You’ve got good eyes for…uh, I mean…”
“…an old man?” Ben said with a grin. “Powers of observation lie with the mind, Luke, not the eyes. Perhaps we should take a look and see what it is.”
Luke steered toward the fire, and they soon arrived beside what was left of a Jawa sandcrawler. Smoke billowed from fires that still burned inside and around the bulky, rusted vehicle. Dozens of Jawas lay dead, their small forms scattered across the sand.
At Ben’s instruction, Luke stopped the landspeeder so they could examine the wreckage. The sandcrawler’s hull was riddled with blaster-fire damage, and it appeared the entire Jawa clan had been wiped out.
“It looks like the Sand People did this, all right,” Luke observed. Picking up a Tusken’s weapon from the ground, he said, “Look, there’s gaffi sticks, bantha tracks. It’s just…I never heard of them hitting anything this big before.”
“They didn’t,” Ben said. “But we are meant to think they did.” Gesturing at the bantha tracks, he continued, “These tracks are side by side. Sand People always ride single file to hide their numbers.”
Luke studied the small corpses that lay at his feet. “These are the same Jawas that sold us Artoo-Detoo and See-Threepio.”
Ben pointed at the scorched dents in the sandcrawler’s hull. “And these blast points, too accurate for Sand People. Only Imperial stormtroopers are so precise.”
“But why would Imperial troops want to slaughter Jawas?”
Ben did not reply as Luke’s gaze traveled to R2-D2 and C-3PO, who stood next to the parked speeder. Stepping toward Ben, Luke said, “If they traced the robots here, they may have learned who they sold them to, and that would lead them back…home!”
Luke bolted for the landspeeder.
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