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Luke Skywalker stood in the cooling sands of Tatooine, his wife by his side. The strip of sky at the horizon was still painted with the last orange of sunset, but the first stars had emerged. Luke peered at them, searching for something he knew was already gone. He could hear the affection in her voice-but if he listened harder, he could hear the weariness as well.
Camie hadn't believed him-she'd peered through his old macrobinoculars before dismissively tossing them back to him and seeking refuge from the relentless twin suns.
Fixer hadn't believed him, either. Nor had Biggs. But he'd been right. His smile faded at the thought of Biggs Darklighter, who'd left Tatooine and died somewhere unimaginably far away. Biggs, who'd been his first friend. His only friend, he supposed. His mind retreated from the thought, as quickly as if his bare hand had strayed to a vaporator casing at midday. Resupplying the garrison at Mos Eisley hardly required a warship the size of a Star Destroyer.
These days, with the galaxy at peace, it hardly required a warship at all. Such caution wasn't necessary-no Tusken Raider had been seen this side of Anchorhead in two decades-but old habits died hard. The Tuskens are gone-nothing left of them but bones in the sand.
For some reason that made him sad. We don't owe anybody anything. We haven't done anything. Plenty of things happened to people who hadn't done anything-things that were never discussed again, or at least not by anyone with any sense. His mind went back to the long-ago days he kept telling himself not to think about. The droids, and the message-a holographic fragment in which a regal young woman pleaded for Obi-Wan Kenobi to help her.
Let the past go. That's what Camie always told him. But staring into the darkness, Luke found that once again, he couldn't take her advice. The astromech droid had fled into the night while Luke was at dinner with his aunt and uncle. Fearing Uncle Owen's fury, Luke had taken a risk, slipping away from the farm despite the threat of Tuskens. But no Sand People had been on the prowl that night.
Luke had found the runaway astromech and brought it back to the farm, pushing the landspeeder the last twenty meters to avoid waking Owen and Beru. Luke smiled ruefully, thinking-as he so often did-about everything that could have gone wrong. He could easily have died, becoming one more foolhardy moisture farmer claimed by the Tatooine night and what lurked in it. But he'd been lucky-and then lucky again the next day.
The stormtroopers had arrived just after Luke returned from working on the south ridge's balky condensers-Owen and Beru's source of aggravation then, his and Camie's now. The sergeant was making demands even before he swung down from his dewback. A band of scavengers sold two droids to you. Bring them. Luke had almost needed to drag the droids out of the garage. The astromech hooted wildly, while the protocol droid kept babbling that he was surrendering.
They'd stood in the relentless heat for more than an hour while the Imperials picked through the droids' memory banks, with the stormtroopers curtly refusing Owen's request to at least let Beru sit in the shade.
That was when old Ben Kenobi had appeared, shuffling out of the desert in his dusty brown robes. He'd spoken to the stormtroopers with a smile, like they were old friends running into each other at the Anchorhead swap meet.
He'd told them, with a slight wave of one hand, that Luke's identification was wrong-the boy's last name wasn't Skywalker, but Lars.
But they'd refused that request, and forced Luke's uncle into the belly of a troop transport alongside the droids, with the astromech letting out a last, desperate screech before the hatch slammed. They released Owen three days later, and he'd remained pale and silent during the long ride back from Mos Eisley. It was weeks before Luke got up his courage to ask if the Empire would compensate them. Owen snarled at him to forget it, then tucked his hands under his elbows-but not before Luke saw that they were trembling.
A meteor burned up overhead, shaking Luke out of his reverie. He offered her a smile, but she was looking off into the night. No one had ever seen old Ben again. But there'd been rumors-whispers about a gunship flying low over the Jundland Wastes, and fire in the night. In Anchorhead they dismissed that as cantina talk, but Luke wondered. The troops at the farm had been real. So were the ones who'd come to the Darklighter farm and taken Biggs's family away. The Darklighters had never returned-the farm had been stripped by Jawas and Sand People, then left for the sand to bury.
Weeks had turned into months, months into years, years into decades. Luke turned out to have a knack for machinery, a feel for the maddening complexity of Tatooine growing conditions, and a talent for good outcomes, whether it was bargaining with Jawas or choosing sites for new vaporators.
In Anchorhead, the boy once teased as Wormie was more often called Lucky Luke. Camie had seen that, too-just as she'd noticed that Fixer talked a lot while doing little.
She'd married Luke and they'd become partners with Owen and Beru before inheriting the farm. There'd never been children-a pain that had dulled to an ache they no longer admitted feeling-but they'd worked hard and done well, building as comfortable a life as one could on Tatooine.
But Luke had never stopped dreaming about the girl who'd called out for Obi-Wan. Just last week he'd woken with a start, certain that the astromech was waiting for him in the garage, finally willing to play the full message for him.
It was important that Luke hear it-there was something he needed to do.
Something he was meant to do. After the stormtroopers took the droids, Luke assumed he'd never learn the mysterious young woman's identity.
But he'd been wrong. It had been blasted out over the HoloNet for weeks, ending with a final report that before her execution, Princess Leia Organa had apologized for her treasonous past and called for galactic unity. Curiously, the Empire had never shared footage of those remarks, leaving Luke to remember his brief glimpse of the princess-and to wonder what desperate mission had caused her to seek out an old hermit on Tatooine.
Whatever it was, it had failed. Alderaan was a debris field now, along with Mon Cala and Chandrila-all destroyed by the battle station that had burned out the infections of Separatism and rebellion, leaving the galaxy at peace. Or at least free of conflict. That was the same thing, or near enough. He realized Camie was saying his name, and not for the first time. Like you think something went wrong.
Like you got cheated, and this is all a big mistake. Like you should have followed Tank and Biggs, and gone to the Academy like you wanted to. Like you were meant to be far away from here. Now come on-let's go inside. It's getting cold. Standing on the threshold, Luke lingered for a last look up into the night.