Robann stood in the lit doorway, overlooking the sand dunes of Tatooine. She stared out over the land, quietly thinking. Her eyes appeared afar away, her face dreamy. However, the peaceful silence was soon shattered.
"MOMMMM!!! I can't find my new silver ribbon!!"
Robann sighed and went inside, closing the door behind her firmly, so as to keep out the sand. She quickly walked over to the next room and found the young girl standing there.
"What is it now, Wyndee?" Robann demanded, all the while trying hard not to let her mind wander. Seeing Wyndee always made Robann think she was looking at herself...30 years ago. Her daughter was the spitting image of her; the long blond hair, bright blue eyes, those eyebrows that could arch perfectly....
"Mom!!! Hello?! I'm in a crisis now!! I need my ribbon! You know that I can't wear that new white dress with just a plain white ribbon!" Wyndee complained. She stuck her lower lip out and pouted.
Robann rubbed her temples. "Wyndee, go check your drawers again. If you can't find it, we can always get you another one."
"Okay!" Wyndee said, and bounced off back to her room to pack.
Robann sighed deeply. "And hurry!" she called after her daughter, "We have to leave for Coruscant in an hour!"
"Mom...?" came a tentative voice from behind.
"What, Annya?" said Robann rather curtly, turning around to face her other daughter. Again, she was struck with the feeling she was staring at herself in a mirror--thirty years ago. Annya was far more like Robann than Wyndee. Annya was serious and studious, extremely intelligent, and pretty. She was the elder of the two, at eighteen. Wyndee was seventeen and wily, rather unstudious, finicky, and just plain ditzy. She had inherited her father's gene for ditziness.
"Why can't I go with you and Wyndee to Coruscant?" continued Annya.
"We've been over this a thousand times, Annya. Someone has to stay here and watch your father. Since Wyndee stayed last time, it's your turn now."
"But Wyndee won't benefit from the extensive libraries and wonderful resources on Coruscant like I will, Mom."
"I WILL TOO!" came a shout from the other room. "There are all sorts of boys there!"
"Wyndee," said Robann, "keep looking for your ribbon and pack, for heaven's sake!" She turned to face Annya. "The matter is settled, Annya."
"But, Mom...I...I..."
"No buts. Now go fix lunch for your father before he returns from Anchorhead."
Annya stared at the floor dejectedly. "Yes, Mom."
Robann stared after her lovely, intelligent older daughter, but tore herself away and went to go help Wyndee pack. After much hunting and debate, Wyndee's ribbon remained lost, and Robann vowed to buy her a new one once they got to Coruscant. Finally, Robann said goodbye to Annya and she and Wyndee left to Coruscant on their shuttle.
After they left, Annya wandered back into the house and slowly walked to the kitchen. As she headed down the hall, she stopped at a large window that gave her a view of the sky and sand dunes.
"Someday I'll get off this miserable planet and actually have a life" Annya muttered. "And I'll never be so bored again"

Meanwhile, miles above Tatoonie, a small Corellian Corvette was flying across the sky. A huge Imperial Cruiser was following its tail, getting closer by the second. Finally, it caught up to the smaller ship and caught it by a tractor beam. Slowly, the Cruiser pulled the ship up to its docking bay, ready to invade it.
A number of people were running around the Corellian Corvette, yelling and screaming at each other. Everything was in utter chaos; half the people were trying to get weapons while the other half tried to remember where they were. While everyone was just panicking, two droids were strolled up and down the hallways of the ship. One of them was short and stout with wheels, while the other was tall. But the taller one was complaining its head off.
"Oh, we're doomed! I can just tell it now!! Its utterly, utterly hopeless! The Imperial army has got us for good!" the tall droid cried out. The smaller droid beeped.
"Me? I'm not a moron...you...you barrel of parts! Remember, I am a protocol droid that can speak over 1 million languages, including German, Spanish, and French! So don't you dare call me a moron R2-D2!" R2-D2 stopped, then beeped several more times.
As the two droids stood yelling and beeping at each other, a white-garbed figure flashed by them.
"Princess Leia!" said C-3PO, "Princess, where are you going?"
Leia turned around for the briefest of seconds. "Have you seen Jaren?" she said curtly to the two droids.
"No, I have--" began C-3PO.
"Dweedle beedle doodle beep gleep eek!" sqeaked R2-D2, the short round robot that stood beside C-3PO.
Leia looked at C-3PO for interpretation.
"R2-D2 here says that Jaren was in the mess hall eating Lommes Pommes."
Leia frowned and turned away, running again. She ran down towards the mess hall. "JAREN!! JAREN!! WHERE ARE YOU!?" she screamed, searching frantically. Jaren was not technically her cousin, even though she thought of him as one. Jaren's mother was the good friend of her adoptive parents the Organas. Leia had volunteered to take Jaren away from his mom for a while so his mother could recoup and gather her nerves. Now, Leia knew why his mom had been so anxious to get rid of him. He carried a stash of tools, a blaster, and a tool kit at all times, and was forever getting into ship systems and messing with them.
She spun around a corner and nearly ran into a young boy. He was about 5'3" and had dark brownish-blackish hair. The most unusual feature about the boy were his eyes, which were a dark brown with a green tint to them
"Where have you been?!?" Leia demanded.
"Oh, I was just eating some Lommes Pommes," he said casually.
"We're about to be boarded by Imperial troopers. I have to get you out of here."
"Huh?" said Jaren.
"Nevermind, come with me," rebuked Leia. She dragged her "cousin" down the hallway and stopped at the droids again. She pulled R2-D2 aside and spoke quietly to him for a moment. Then the two rejoined C-3PO and Jaren.
"All three of you," said Leia, "are leaving in an escape pod now." She pushed them to the hall labeled "Emergency Exit--Escape Pods Here." The three stumbled down and Leia took off running again.
"I don't believe this is an entirely good idea," said C-3PO.
"Ah, get over it and get in the pod!" said Jaren. "We're getting off of this heap of junk!"
"Dweedle eep ekee boodle meeooeep," said R2-D2.
"What he said," said Jaren.
The escape pod jettisoned away from the Tantive IV. It registered on the scanners of the Imperial Cruisers, but they dismissed it as a malfunction.
"Oh, I do hate space travel!" moaned C-3PO.
"Oodle bbeep!" said R2-D2, "gaboodle doop eddle bop!" R2 squirmed and wiggled.
"Can't you shut this bucket of bolts up?" Jaren asked C-3PO.
"No, sorry sir. He loves to beep incessantly. Half the time I have no idea what he's saying. Right now, he's checking to see where this pod is going." Artoo beeped some more. "He says it's going to Coruscant. What??? Coruscant?!?" Threepio reached over and whacked Artoo. "This pod couldn't possibly make it all the way to Coruscant!" Artoo wiggled and beeped again. "Sir," said Threepio, now addressing Jaren, "Artoo says that the autonav is set with an authority level of 9, and he is unable to override it."
"Well," said Jaren, cracking his knuckles with practiced ease, "this looks like a job for a hacker." Jaren instictively reached for his hacker's kit and was greeted by an empty pocket. "NO!" said Jaren. He muttered something about Leia under his breath and took several cleansing breaths. "Ok, time to switch wires! Move over Artoo." With that, Jaren began yanking out wires and rearranging them.

Leia, seeing that her cousin and the two vital droids were safely away from the ship, turned around and headed back into the main hold of the ship. Smiling at herself gently, she held up Jaren's hacker kit, which she had subtly taken from him when she was trying to get them into the escape pod. "Sometimes I even surprise myself," thought Leia. She came to a corner and heard blaster fire down the right corridor. Deciding quickly, she turned the corner to the left and ran smack into an Imperial trooper. Immediately, the trooper grabbed Leia's arm.
"Let me go!" Leia cried out immediately.
"Ha ha! There's a good one! The prisoner telling her captors to let her go. Yeah right," the guard retorted and began dragging Leia down the hall. He came to the door leading to the Imperial cruiser and an evil, black, menacing figure stood in the path.
"Your Lordship," snivled the guard, "I have caught the princess."
"Good work, Guard," said Vader as he hissed through his helmet. "Now release her arm."
"But she will get away!" cried the guard.
"INSOLENT FOOL!" bellowed Vader. "Now Vader shall kill you! There is more than one way to skin a womprat!" Vader reached out and squeezed his forefingers together. The guard's eyes bugged out and then he collapsed. Leia rubbed her sore arm for a moment, before Vader's claw-like grip grasped her arm.
"Where are the plans?" Vader commandingly questioned.
"What plans?" Leia said, trying to act innocent.
"INSOLENT FOOL!" Vader bellowed again. "Now Vader shall kill you!" He began to reach out with his hand, and Leia immediately jerked a step back. Suddenly, one of Vader's lawyers appeared and stood on his tiptoes to reach the Sith Lord's ear.
"Um, contract dictates that Leia is not to be mamed in any way, shape or form, according to Section III, Part CX," said the lawyer.
"WHO CARES ABOUT THE FREAKIN' CONTRACT?" thundered Vader.
"Well," said the lawyer, "A, if you break contract, your yearly ten million dinar stipend will cease, and B, then you will never know where the plans or the Rebel base is."
Vader stood for a moment, pondering. "Oh. OH!" He turned to his remaining guards. "Vader commands you to put the Princess in solitary confinement!"
The guards hurriedly scurried to do their duty and Vader followed them off of Leia's Corellian Corvette.

Back on Tatooine, Annya was setting the table for when her father came home from Anchorhead. Just then, a gust of dry, sandy air signaled that the front door had been opened. She hurried down the hallway to meet her father. He came out of the shadows, looking tired.
"Good afternoon, Father," said Annya.
"Annya..." said a very old, wizened, yet still ditz-like Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"How was Anchorhead?" Annya asked, reaching to take her father's cloak. She then wrinkled her nose. "I thought Mom said you weren't supposed to wear this" she said, pointing to the disgustingly dust covered bright blue sequined cloak.
"Ah, I'm a grown man. I can wear whatever I want to, with or without your mother's approval. Besides, I need to stay in fashion," Obi-Wan retorted. He took his cloak off handed it to Annya.
"UhhhFathernevermind," Annya said, sighing. She had noticed Obi-Wan was also wearing a pair of matching blue boots. "Sometimes I wonder if
he's colorblind" Annya thought silently.
"Uggg, where is your mother anyway? I need to talk to her," Obi-Wan said, walking towards the bathroom to clean up.
"Don't you remember? She had to go Coruscant again. And she took Wyndee with her. They won't be back for a few days," Annya called out, walking to the kitchen. "By the way, lunch is ready."
A few minutes later, Obi-Wan came into the kitchen. Annya noticed with relief that he wasn't wearing any weird clothing. That was when she noticed the huge globs of purple in his hair.
"Oh my gosh!! What did you do to your hair Father?!" Annya screeched. Obi-Wan looked confused for a second. Annya started jumping up and down, wordlessly kept pointing to his hair. Obi-Wan just stared at her, trying to figure out what the matter was with his daughter.
"Your hair!!! Why is there purple stuff in your hair?!" she yelled.
Obi-Wan finally reached up and touched his hair.
"Oh, I didn't rub the gel in completely. Annya, why didn't you tell me?" he said absentmindly, while Annya sighed.
"At least he didn't dye it," she muttered under her breath.
"What did you say dear?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Uh, I'm going to get the food!" she said quickly. Annya grabbed the food on the counter and placed it on the table. Obi-Wan still sat there, playing with his hair. Suddenly, Annya saw a dreamy look come into his eyes. She knew immediately what that meant. "Uhhh, I better go checkthe door," she began to say, but Obi-Wan waved her down.
"I remember when I first bought this gel. It was back when I was a young, handsome, cute, strong, tall, brave, courageous, masculine" he began. Annya sighed and dejectedly sat down at the table. Once her father started to tell his long, boring stories as a Jedi, there was no stopping him.
"robust, clever, bright, intelligent, manly" Obi-Wan kept on saying. Annya just whimpered quietly.

The small pod containing Jaren, C-3PO, and R2-D2 finally crashed down onto land. Almost immediately, Jaren kicked the door open and tumbled out of the pod.
"Ah-choo! Hey! We landed in some kind of desert place! Nice going guys," he complained, trying to not breathe in the sand particles.
"Well, it wasn't my fault. I wasn't the one who suggested we switch the wires to the control panel!" C-3PO cried out. He gingerly stepped out onto the sand as if it were going to eat him alive.
"Ohhhhh, my circuits are going to be all messed up. I will need a whole new set of parts too! Its all your fault Jaren! I'm going to fall apart!" he moaned. R2-D2 beeped loudly for assistance out of the pod.
Jaren and C-3PO stopped arguing for a second and helped the robot out.
"Now what? I have no clue where the heck we are. And Leia took my hacker's kit away from me. Stupid lady. If it weren't for her, I'd be able to find out our destination," Jaren whined. R2-D2 began beeping for minute and started walking off.
"What! Artoo! You can't be serious! We can't just go wandering around here! Oh, who knows what kind of creatures are around here?!" C-3PO cried out.
"Eeedle beeoooeewel doolde dwweedle boop!" exclaimed Artoo, and he trundled off in one direction towards some mountains.
"Well, I'm not going that way!" said Threepio. "This way looks far easier," he continued pointing in the opposite direction.
"You guys are both crazy!" said Jaren. "I'm going this way."
The threesome split up in their respective directions and continued on. Eventually, all three were apprehended by the Jawas to be sold as workers.
Jaren, Threepio, and R2-D2 stood against the Jawas' giant vehicle, watching them drag other robots outside.
"This place is the dumps. We were stuck in that stupid room for six hours and they take up to a single farm?! There's no way we'll be bought. We'll have to go back into that room and I'll have to end up listening to Threepio whine for another six hours!" Jaren cried out.
"Number one, I do not complain. Number two, I wouldn't want to be stuck in the same room as you because you smell awfullike a Jawa!" Threepio retorted. Jaren muttered underneath his breath and began kicking Threepio in the shins.
"Ahhh! Stop it!! Stop it I say!!" Threepio shouted. A Jawa suddenly appeared in front of them with a blaster in his hand. The two of them immediately stopped arguing.
After what seemed like an eternity, all the droids were outside and two people were talking with the Jawas. One was an elderly man with thinning brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a simple outfit out of plain brown and white material. The other person was a young man who had blue eyes but blond brownish hair. He was wearing plain clothes too, only they were white. The two of them finally finished talking with the Jawas and started heading their way.
"Dung it. They aren't rich. Man, there's no way I'm going to use up my talents on them.," Jaren said. Artoo beeped in agreement. The men looked at each droid, then finally came to them.
"That one doesn't much look like a droid," said the young man to the older one.
"It's because I'm not a droid," Jaren said flatly.
The older man said something to the Jawas and they squeaked back.
"They say that it's a human and they're selling it for only 10 dinars! It's a great price compared to these droids that cost 200 dinars! Besides, he looks so harmless! We'll take him!" the man declared.
"But, Uncle Owen, we need droids too! What if he's weak and lacks endurance?" the other said.
"Oh yeah. Good point. Uh, we'll take the goldie and the little blue one too. Luke," said Owen, turning to his nephew, "go clean these workers up."
"Alright. Come on slave boy and droids! Follow me!" Luke turned around headed back to the farm. Jaren immediately began muttering underneath his breath about being more valuable than 10 dinars.
The two droids and one "slave boy" followed Luke through a doorway, down a set of stairs, and finally into what appeared to be a workshop. Luke immediately set up an oil bath for Threepio and ordered Jaren to take a bath upstairs. After Jaren was done, he came back and joined Luke in the workroom, who had begun to clean Artoo.
"Your clothes are huge," Jaren commented, tugging on the baggy brown pants and white shirt he was temporarily borrowing.
"How old are you?" Luke suddenly asked. "You don't look older than 15. Why are your eyes so weird? Why do you carry around tools? How come you're a slave? Did your parents loose you betting on the pod races? Were you banished from your home planet? Did you runaway from home? Were you an orphan?"
"Uh, no," replied Jaren as he tried to fix his clothes. "My droid friends and I were on a spaceship--"
"You guys were on a spaceship!?!" interrupted Luke.
"Uhh, yeah. What's the matter with you?!" Jaren asked suspiciously. "You're a little snoopy. You keep asking me all these weird questions. I don't like snoopy guys. Where's my blaster? I want it now!"
Suddenly, a blaster came flying out of nowhere and landed up in Jaren's hand. Luke yelped and hid behind Artoo. Before Jaren could properly hold the blaster, it flew up into the air and hit him straight on his head. It then flew back out of the room.
"AHHHH!!! MOMMMM!!!" Jaren screeched. Then he screamed and rubbed his shoulder.
Luke stared at Jaren and slowly got up from behind Artoo. Then Jaren started laughing, clutching his sides. Finally, he screamed again and rubbed his behind.
"NOOO FAIR!!" YOU GUYS CAN'T GANG UP ON ME!!!! MOMMMM!!! MAKE THEM STOPP!!!"

[Explanation for those who have absolutely no idea what just went on: Jaren uses the Force to reach for the blaster and as he grabs it his siblings back home use the Force to take it away from him. He cries out to his mom a gazillion light years away to make the siblings stop. We are both sorry if you didn't understand this part]

Luke slowly started walking towards the door. As soon as he got there, he broke into a run and sprinted up the stairs. Threepio sighed heavily from his place in the oil bath.
"My goodness, must you make a huge scene? You've scared our new master away. Now I'll never be properly cleaned!"
Jaren glared at the gold droid. "You try being the youngest of a family of-" he stopped as Luke reappeared into the room, cautiously walking back towards Artoo.
"If you promise not to scream again, I promise I won't ask about your life as a homeless slave," Luke said.
Jaren began to open his mouth, but Artoo beeped loudly. Luke turned his attention back to him and began fiddling around with some buttons.
"Oooo! You have something stuck here. Hold on!" Luke suddenly yanked out a part and Artoo began playing a hologram message. Standing before them was a young woman clothed entirely in white.
"General Kenobi. Years ago, you served my father in the Clone Wars. But now, he needs your help. This droid contains important documents that my father needs. Please take this droid to Alderaan immediately. Also, he requests that you not come alone, seeing you are old and colorblind. Help me Obi-Wan, you're my only hope."
The hologram then faded. Jaren began laughing.
"Obi-Wan? What kinda name is that??" said Jaren. He chuckled, then stopped short. Luke was drooling out of the side of his mouth.
"Wowshe's pretty," he said, staring at Artoo. Artoo beeped nervously and began moving backwards.
"I sense that you don't get out that much. Ever heard of parties? Dances? Women? A life?" Jaren said. Luke shook himself and glared at Jaren.
"Be quiet slave boy. Artoo, play that hologram tape again!" he ordered. Artoo beeped loudly in protest. Luke frowned.
"Why not!!? Don't do this to me!!! I need to see her again!!" he cried out.
"Oh brotherhelloloser boy! Get on with the freaking story, " Jaren muttered.
"NO! Slave boy, go stand in the corner! Play it again, Artoo! Play it again!" Luke pleaded.
Artoo wiggled and beeped, retreating the whole time. "Gaboodle boop doop meoooeeep!" beeped Artoo nervously.
Jaren stood in the corner, frowning. "C'mon Luke! We're almost outta here for the day! Get on with the script!"
"Whaa? Huh? erroh yeahuhmy lineuhhhmmm, Obi-Wan, General Kenobi. All I know of isan old Ben Kenobi who is a horrible dresser. Yeah! We'll go see him in the morning!" Luke declared. "Now, off to bed, slave boy and droids!"
Artoo beeped at Threepio as Luke left for the main hovel.
"No, you should not go after that General by yourself, Artoo!" scorned Threepio. "You have no idea where he is! It's very dangerous in the desert."
"Noop. Doodle oobiii wwannn boodle dop!" commented Artoo.
"Ah, stop! You're fraying my electronic nerves, Artoo. Go to sleep!" Threepio commanded his smaller counterpart.
"Will you two shut up?" yelled Jaren from the overhead loft. "Some of us are trying to get a little sleep!" Artoo and Threepio settled in for the night.

The next morning, Luke, Jaren, and Threepio were riding along in Luke's junky speeder, slowly moving across the endless desert plains. Threepio was holding a pair of macrobinoculars, looking all around Artoo.
"I can't see him!! Ohhhh, that droid is nothing but trouble I tell you!! He's stubborn!!" he said.
"Dang it! I'm in so much trouble. Uncle Owen is going to kill me," Luke complained. Jaren's eyes lit up in delight.
"Really? You're gonna be in trouble? Alright!" he hooted. Luke glared at him and concentrated on driving.
"We better find Artoo before 2 o'clock, else I'm not gonna make it to my helmet design classI mean I'm not going to make it in time to see those babes Wedge was talking about," Luke stuttered, trying to act cool. Jaren rolled his eyes.
"Look, Luke, sir, the scanner is spotting a droid up ahead a couple hundred kilometers.
"Floor it!" said Jaren enthusiastically.
Luke glowered as the speeder gurgled and shot forward. They skimmed along, and finally caught a glance of Artoo. "There he is," said Luke. "How'd he get so far away?"
"Nothing but trouble, Master Luke, sir. He's nothing but trouble." said Threepio.
The speeder skittered to a halt and the threesome hopped out.
"What are you doing?" asked Luke to Artoo.
"Goodllee ooobii wwannn doodle boop."
"Not that Old Ben nonsensedang it I want to go home now. This place sucks," Jaren complained.
"Shush!" Luke said suddenly. "Did you hear that?"
"Huh?" Jaren closed his eyes for moment. "Hmm, I do feel something close by"
Suddenly a bullet richocheted off the speeder. "Run for it!" Luke screamed. "There's no time to pretend to meditate!" As he spoke, a large group of weird-looking, cloaked creatures came out of nowhere. Luke ran to his speeder and grabbed a rifle/blaster.
"They're sandpeople! Watch out! They're very-" Luke suddenly collapsed to the ground. A sandperson was standing right behind him, holding a stick.
"Wimp. Ahh, heck with it. Ow." Jaren allowed himself to be hit and fell unconscious next to Luke. Threepio began wailing and running around. A couple of sand people jumped him and managed to tear his arm out. Meanwhile, Artoo just observed from the side, then hid. Minutes later, the two boys and gold droid were lying next to each other. Threepio was whimpering quietly as the sandpeople hovered over them and the speeder.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWEEEEEE!!!" The sand people stopped, then looked at one another. Jaren sat up immediately, very cranky from his brief nap and painfully aware of his drooping clothes. He looked at the sandpeople and saw they were very scared.
"What the heck" he began to say, then drifted off. High on the ridge above them was a horrendous creature wearing a bright green cloak. It had huge purple feet and appeared to be holding a bag. Suddenly, the creature screamed again, only louderand in a higher pitch. Practically all the sand people ran away then, leaving them to be left alone with this strange, disturbing thing.
"Maybe it's a good time to play dead. Yeah, dead," Jaren decided. He dropped back onto the ground and closed his eyes. As he laid there pretending, the cloaked figure came down from the ridge and walked over to them. The creature picked up Threepio and placed him into the speeder. He then picked up Luke, who was snoring loudly now. Finally, he reached for Jaren and placed him into the speeder.
"How weirdhe smells like Cotton Candy #9," Jaren thought. Only girls wore that back home.
Cracking open an eye, he looked around and found the stranger talking with Artoo. Artoo beeped and rolled over to the speeder. The creature put him in, then hopped in the driver's seat. He started the ignition, stepped on the pedaland rammed the speeder backwards into a cliff.
"Oopsoh, it says reverse, not really fast," the creature said. Suddenly, the speeder shot forward and they were off.
Jaren's breath was raspy now and he was trying hard not to scream. What if this crazy old goon was a masked murderer? Or a slave trader? Or, even worse, a clown? Jaren shuddered at the thought for minute, then took another look at the creature. After observing the clothes the creature was wearing, he came to a conclusion. Definately a clown. Suddenly, the speeder stopped and the creature climbed out. Jaren popped open one eye and saw the creature enter a hovel and return with a lovely young girl. Jaren gasped and sat up straight, much to the surprise of the two standing outside the speeder.
"You're...You're Robann!" Jaren sputtered, pointing feverently at the young girl. "But you're too young! But it's uncanny! OOOHHhh." With that, Jaren promptly fainted.
Annya glanced up at her father, who turned around after this sudden outburst and walked back to the hovel. He walked up and banged his head against the closest wall.
"Not again!" said Obi-Wan. "Please, have mercy!"
"Father?" Annya questioned.
"I'll tell you when we get inside. Come, now let's get them inside, dear."
Obi-Wan and Annya dragged the two boys and two droids inside. Obi-Wan set to work on Threepio's arm, with a skill that far surpassed a measly farmer.
"So, Father, what did you mean by banging your head against the hovel wall?"
"Oh...man..." the dreamy, glassy look came into his eyes.
"I'm gonna go...check the...uh, er...floor! Yeah!" Annya made a beeline for the door, but Obi-Wan dragged her back in with the Force.
"I was maybe only twenty-five...cute, strong, handsome..."
Annya heaved a sigh of despair and grabbed a blanket off of the blond kid.
"Qui-Gon and I were on a mission to Naboo, and then Beanie came..."
"Mom's Padawan, right?"
"Annya, don't interrupt! Anyways, Qui-Gon and Beanie were cousins, and Qui-Gon was not exactly pleased to see her again. So, when she came on board, Qui-Gon <sniff> banged his head against the wall, just like I did. And so, upon seeing Jaren, I felt inclined to do the...sa...me...." Obi-Wan suddenly fell asleep.
Annya frowned. What did this, what was his name, Jaren? have to do with Mom and Beanie and Qui-Gon? She thought for a moment. Well, hopefully all would be revealed later.

An hour later, both Luke and Jaren were awake, and Threepio's arm had been refastened cunningly by Obi-Wan. Annya arrived from the kitchen with some water, and that look of astonishment came over Jaren again.
"Stop it!" he yelled. "Go away Robann!"
"I'm not Robann," said Annya.
Jaren looked puzzled.
"Annya is Robann and my daughter, Jaren," said Obi-Wan.
"You and Robann are...wait, who are you? And how do you know my name?!?"
"I know you better than you think," said Obi-Wan wisely. "Why, I was there when you were born. I was so young then," he began, the glazed look coming over his eyes. "Cute, strong, handsome, brave..."
"Psst," said Annya to Luke who was sitting listening wide-eyed. "Say something!"
"Ok. Uh, this droid says he belongs to you, Old Ben," said Luke.
"Huh?" said Obi-Wan coming out of the past.
"He says you're his owner, Old Ben."
"My name happens to be Obi-Wan," chided Obi-Wan.
"Ok, Ben."
Obi-Wan glared. Jaren impatiently stamped his foot.
"Look old dude, I wanna know what the heck you're talkin" Jaren's voice trailed off as he looked around the room. There were photos everywhere on the walls. Small ones, big ones, a whole brigade of pictures that seemed to light up the room. Jaren got up and walked over to view them. He noticed that most of the picture contained either a tall guy with spiky brown hair and a young woman with long blond hair. Finally, Jaren came upon a picture with the spiky-haired guy wearing a ridicolous green cloak with yellow smiley faces. He stared at the picture, then at Obi-Wan, then back at the picture, then back at Obi-Wan. Suddenly, he screamed.
"Obi-Wan...Kenobi...Obi-Wan Kenobi! YOU'RE OBI-WAN KENOBI!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!" Then he fainted dead away again.
"Uhh, Father, is he okay? Maybe we should move him to another room so your pictures don't scare him again," Annya began to say.
"Poor, poor, homeless slave boy. I knew there was something wrong with him," Luke said sadly. He then cheered up and turned towards Annya with a cheesy grin. "Hi, I'm Luke Skywalker. You may have heard of me from "The Sky Fighters Academy" or from "The Junior Dreamers Club." He extended his hand and winked.
"Are you some kind of loser who doesn't know a thing about women?" Annya asked, raising an eyebrow.
Luke dropped his face. "Yes" Obi-Wan solemnly patted Luke on the shoulder.
"There thereits alright. But don't worry, you will be surrounded by beautiful women, just like I was back in my days."
"Ummm, didn't you say that Mom was the only woman who was crazy enough to fall in love with you," Annya asked.
"Quiet Annya! Now, where was I? Ah yes, you will be popular, my young Luke."
"Wow! You're great! Better than my uncle and aunt! They've always called me a poor poor reject. Gosh, you people don't know what its like to be called poor and a reject!" Luke cried.
"Ohhh, I know just how you feel!" Obi-Wan sniffed. "Why, several days ago, her mother called me a poor pathetic dresser"
"Alright Father, lets see what this droid has for you!" Annya interrupted, trying to stop Luke and Obi-Wan from telling tramutic, and really pathetic, stories about their lives.
Dazed, Luke wandered over to Artoo to turn on the hologram. Artoo beeped and the hologram message began playing.
"Hmmm, she looks familiar" Annya said thoughtfully. She turned to her father to talk about it, but found him sleeping in his chair. "Father, what do you think? Father?FATHER!"
"Huh? Wah? I swear I threw away those green pants, Robann!!! I swearoh, the hologram. HmmmAlderaan. Alright! Mission time. I knew this day would come. Now, let's go to Alderaan!" Obi-Wan said enthusatically.
"FatherMom told you no more missions. You're not sane enough," Annya said.
"Nonsense! I'm still handsome and strong!" Obi-Wan said. "And I say we're going to Alderaan!"
"Uggg, where am I?" Everyone turned and found Jaren slowly waking up. He turned to Obi-Wan, then screamed. Obi-Wan looked at him, then screamed even louder and higher. Threepio moaned and threw up his arms in complete frustration. Artoo beepedand beepedand beeped. Luke and Annya just sat there, staring at them. Jaren ran over to the mantle where a good portion of the pictures were hanging. He grabbed two of them and came back to the group.
"Look! See!" he said, shoving the picture with the guy in the green cloak in Obi-Wan's face. "Its you!!!"
"Yesback in my handsome days," Obi-Wan said.
"And this one!!!" Jaren shoved another picture in his face.
"What? That's me, when I was <sniff> young, Robann, and there's Beanie, and Ttocs and Aciré, and Qui-Gon."
Jaren thrust a finger in Beanie's face. "That's...that's..."
"Your annoying mother. She tried to kill me several times. But I masterfully stopped her and made her look like an idiot." said Obi-Wan.
"Not uh! My mom said she made you look like a moron at least a hundred times!!!" Jaren retorted. Annya began to open her mouth to defend her father, then stopped.
"Wellthat part is at least believable," she thought. Annya turned towards her father. "Okay, so let me get this straight. This Jaren kid is Beanie's son, and wasn't Beanie Mom's Padawan?" she asked. Obi-Wan nodded. "And Luke's father, Va...Anakin was my Padawan."
"You knew my father?" asked Luke.
"DUH! I just said he was my Padawan!"
"Wow," said Luke sitting in awe.
Annya suddenly left the room and came back with three metal cylinders. She handed two to her father and put one on her belt.
"Ahhh, my lightsaber!" said Obi-Wan. "And here, young Luke, this was your father's first lightsaber."
Luke reached out tentatively and grasped the metal cylinder. He looked down the opening, his face only inches from the lighting end.
"What's this button do?" asked Jaren, reaching to punch the red
button near the top of Luke's saber.
"NO!" said Obi-Wan and used the Force to haul the lightsaber away as it
suddenly glowed on and clacked to the floor at the same time. "You dork!" he said, whacking Jaren upside the head. You almost sliced Luke's head off!"
"I know," said Jaren, grinning devilishly. He slid his backpack down from the shelf and pulled out a lightsaber. "This was my mom's. But everytime I try to use it, she stops me."
"So are we going to Alderaan?" asked Annya.
"NO!" said Luke suddenly. "I gotta get home! I'm in for it as it is!"
"Hehehehe!" said Jaren. Luke glared at him again. Luke ran outside and jumped in the speeder.
"Wait Luke! I sense a disturbance..." called Obi-Wan after him.
Luke sped home and found his Uncle and Aunt's farm burnt to the ground by Imperial troopers. Terribly saddened and dejected, he returned to Obi-Wan's Hut and found everyone waiting for him, with bags.
"What? Where are we going? I don't want to go anywhere! I want to cry in peace!" Luke wailed.
"My boy, we need to go to Alderaan and have some fun!! And we have to go help out that girlwhat was her name? Ahhh! Leia."
Luke stopped crying and a broad smile appeared on his face. "Yes!!! Let's go save her!!!"
"Oh brother. He's very desperate," Annya whispered to Jaren.
"Alright. It is settled. Let's go before I loose anymore of my nerves!" Threepio cried out. The group then moved out to the speeder and tossed their bags into the trunk.
The speeder groaned and squealed and wobbled as the crew climbed
in. It sank towards the ground. Luke looked worried about the excess weight, but Obi-Wan commandeered the driver's seat and tossed Luke in back with Annya, Jaren and Threepio. Artoo sat primly in the front seat.
"Get your elbow out of my side, whomever's elbow that is!" said Luke gravely.
"It's mine!" said Annya, rather perturbed.
"Oh, well, your elbow is ok."
"Eww! That's disgusting! She yanked her elbow away from Luke and tried to adjust her position. She ended up facing sideways. The four of them
were shoved in the two seats of the backseat.
"Now whose knee is in my face?" demanded Luke.
"You know what? I've had just about enough of this," said Annya. She reached in her cloak and uncurled a length of strong, but light rope. She reached around and fastened the end of the rope to the back of the speeder. Then she yanked out a single-person repulsor lift.
"What are you going to do? Hang on to the back?" said Jaren insolently.
"No, Luke is," she said confidently.
Somehow, much to the astonishment of Luke and Jaren, she managed to strap Luke's feet to the repulsor-lift, tie the rope around his waist, and shove him out of the speeder.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Luke.
"Annya..." said Obi-Wan as he struggled to stifle a smirk. He called back to Luke. "Use the Force. Don't fight the lift, go with it!"
Luke wobbled but got the hang of it eventually. "I'm gonna get you for this, Annya!" he hollered, but his voice was lost in the wind.
They arrived in Mos Eisley around noon and were promptly stopped by a barrage of Imperial troopers.
"Let us see your identification," said the head trooper.
"You don't need to see our identification," said Obi-Wan smoothly.
"He doesn't?!?" said Jaren amazedly.
Obi-Wan turned and glared at Jaren. Luke was still hanging on the back of the speeder.
"Speed us on our way," said Obi-Wan, turning to the trooper again.
"Go on get out of here," said the trooper.
"Thank you," said Annya from behind. "We leave in peace."
Obi-Wan smiled. Annya was so precocious...the Force was strong in her too, but Robann was adamant that her daughters would not spend their lives predetermined, galavanting around the universe. She was convinced if they wanted to become Jedis, they would ask. So far, neither had. That depressed Obi-Wan slightly. Sure, Luke would carry on the Jedis, but he hoped that Annya would want to be a Jedi too.
Obi-Wan pulled up in front of a cantina and parked the speeder. The group piled out and dusted themselves off.
"Wow! You actually acted normal Obi! And my mom said you were a bumbling idiot!" Jaren said cheerfully. Obi-Wan gave him a look and pulled out a bright red cloak from the trunk.
"Uhh, Father, wear the brown cloakbrown is such the fad now!" Annya hurried and whisked the red cloak away and pushed Obi-Wan to the door.
"Come on, let's go."
The group, including Luke (who looked like he had a bad hair day), walked into the cantina. Almost immediately, the lively music stopped and everyone stared at them.
"Hey!" called the bartender. "We don't serve droids!"
"Too bad!" Jaren said smartaleckly. The bartender frowned and reached for his blaster.
"Hold on!" said Annya. She whispered to the droids and they left quickly, although Artoo seemed very disappointed about not being allowed in there.
"Alright, let's get to business. I shall go find us a pilot to Alderaan. The rest of you, look normal." With that, Obi-Wan whipped back his cape and strutted across the room. The trio sighed in despair and went to go sit at the bar.
Jaren tapped the bartender on the shoulder.
"Hey, give me Coruscant Whizzer with two cherries," he ordered. The bartendar nodded and started grabbing bottles from the shelf behind him. Within a minute, he set a small glass in front of the young boy. Annya's eyes grew wide.
"Since when were you allowed to drink?! You're not even old enough to drive! I'm going to tell your mother!" she said warningly. Jaren gave her a smile and daintily sipped the drink.
"Ohhh! I want one. Hey! Bartendar! Give me a Coruscant Whizzer!" Luke demanded. The bartendar suspiciously looked at him.
"How old are you? I don't think so buddy," he said. Luke and Annya's
mouth dropped wide open at the same time.
"That's impossible! You're older than Jaren" Annya said. She turned and glared at Jaren, who was still sipping lightly.
"Learn the ways of the Force," he said cockily. Before Annya could respond back, Obi-Wan came hurrying towards them.
"Come! I think I found our pilot!" the trio followed Obi-Wan to the back of the room where they found a tall, lean man and a hairy Wookie sitting at a table. The man was dressed in a white shirt and brown suede pants with big, shiny black boots. The Wookie was wearingfur.
"He looks tough. I bet I can take him one. Wouldn't that impress you?" Luke asked Annya. She just heaved a sigh and pushed Luke over.
"Okay, I'm Han Solo. Chewy here told me you need a pilot?" Han said to Obi-Wan.
"Yes. We're going to Alderaan. Can you out run Imperial ships?" Obi-Wan said solemnly.
"Of course!! I'm not slow! Okay, so how many of you?" Han asked.
"Theonetwo." Obi-Wan began to count. He stopped, then looked at his fingers.
"There's 4 of us and 2 droids. Six!" Annya quickly said.
"Uh-huhwait, are you guys kids? I don't like kids. Kids are too jumpy. Always filled up on sugar and stuff," Han said flatly. Chewy roared in agreement.
"Oh, this little bugger is my slave boy! We bought him just yesterday!" Luke said.
"Okay, that makes a difference. Now, how are you going to pay me?" Han asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Uhhh.one.two" Obi-Wan looked at his fingers again.
"We'llgive you some really fabulous expensive fabricsgreen, redpurple! And we've even got sequined cloaks!" Annya blurted out.
"It's a deal!! Meet us at dock 24 in about 20 minutes." With that, Han and Chewy left.
"Alright, let's go!" Annya commanded.
"Annya, where are we getting the fabrics, my daughter?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Uhhhleave it to me. I'm getting them," Annya fibbed. "At least Mom will be pleased that I'm getting rid of Father's bright cloaks" she
thought.
Minutes later, the group and droids were at the docking area. Threepio immediately began complaining about the ship they were taking.
"Disgusting! It's a piece of trash! Oh, we're doomeddoomed!" he rambled. Han gave him a dirty look.
"Alright, get aboard! Chewy, start the engines!" As he said that, gunfire appeared out of nowhere. Imperial troopers came running into the room, shooting their blasters.
"Get in!" Luke yelled. He and the droids hurried aboard the ship. Obi-Wan let out a loud scream and ran up the ramp like a roadrunner. Han started firing back at the troopers, yelling and cursing at everybody. Annya began to get aboard, then stopped when she saw Jaren was still down there.
"What are you doing?! You're going to get shot!" she yelled. Jaren took out a blaster from his backpack and gave her an angelic grin. While looking at her, he shot several rounds into the flock of Imperial soldier. With his left hand, he made a pushing motion in her direction. Before she knew it, Annya went flying into the ship and landed in the hallway.
"What the" she muttered, rubbing her head. Suddenly, Han and Jaren came running past her and the doors closed shut. The sound of the engines began to roar. As Annya stood up, the ship lurched forward and jettisoned out of the docking area.
"Ahhhhh!!!" she screamed, falling backwards back onto the floor. Before she knew it, she was sliding around the hallways. Finally, she ended up in the room where everyone else was.
"Ohhh, there you are Annya. I was wondering where you were," Obi-Wan said absentmindly.
"Hi Annya!" Jaren said devilishly.
"I feel sick," Luke mumbled.
Annya sat down and lowered her head in meditation. She reached out with her thoughts. "Mom..." she called across the galaxy.

Three gazillion light years away, Robann jerked awake in the darkened room on Coruscant. Groggily, she groped for her glasses and reached to hit the alarm clock. Suddenly, she realized that the alarm clock wasn't going off. She squinted through her glasses. Three A.M. Gawd, what was she doing awake? She stepped in to the adjoining room, just to make sure that Wyndee hadn't been calling her.
"Mom...." came the voice in her head again.
Robann spun around, finally realizing that it was Annya.
"Annya...where on Tatooine did you learn to summon Jedi?" she called through space.