The daughter of a Kenobi

The start

EXT. TATOOINE - DESERT WASTELAND - DAY

A death-white wasteland stretches from horizon to horizon.

The tremendous heat of two huge twin suns settles on a lone figure, Luke Skywalker, a farm boy with heroic aspirations who looks much younger than his eighteen years. His shaggy hair and baggy tunic give him the air of a simple but lovable lad with a prize-winning smile.

A light wind whips at him as he adjusts several valves on a large, battered moisture evaporator which sticks out of the desert floor much like an oil pipe with valves. He is aided by a beat-up tread-robot with six claw arms. The little robot appears to be barely functioning and moves with jerky motions.

A bright sparkle in the morning sky catches Luke's eye and he instinctively grabs a pair of electro binoculars from his utility belt. He stands transfixed for a few moments studying the heavens, then dashed toward his dented, crudely repaired Land speeder (an auto-like transport that travels a few feet above the ground on a magnetic-field). He motions for the tiny robot to follow him.

Hurry up! Come with me! What are you waiting for?! Get in gear! Luke shouted

The robot scoots around in a tight circle, stops short, and smoke begins to pour out of every joint. Luke throws his arms up in disgust. Exasperated, the young farm boy jumps into his Land speeder leaving the smouldering robot to hum madly.

A bright orange haired, brown eyed girl that looks about the same age a Luke peeps around the corner of a rock and looks at him.

Okay there's Luke now I can leave. Ana said

Ana make's her way home but then gets cut off.

Come on! Ana yelled

Obi-Won Kenobi, Ana's father pops up out of nowhere and rescues her.

Ana again. Obi-Won said

Sorry dad. Ana apologised

Let's go. Obi-Won said

INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER - MAIN HALLWAY

The awesome, seven-foot-tall Dark Lord of the Sith makes his way into the blinding light of the main passageway. This is Darth Vader, right hand of the emperor. His face is obscured by his flowing black robes and grotesque breath mask, which stands out next to the fascist white armoured suits of the Imperial stormtroopers. Everyone instinctively backs away from the imposing warrior and a deathly quiet sweep through the Rebel troops. Several of the Rebel troops break and run in a frenzied panic.

INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER

A woman's hand puts a card into an opening in Artoo's dome.

Artoo makes beeping sounds.

INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER

Threepio stands in a hallway, somewhat bewildered. Artoo is nowhere in sight. The pitiful screams of the doomed Rebel soldiers can be heard in the distance.

Artoo! Artoo-Detoo, where are you? Threepio said

A familiar clanking sound attacks Threepio's attention and he spots little Artoo at the end of the hallway in a smoke-filled alcove. A beautiful young girl (about sixteen years old) stands in front of Artoo. Surreal and out of place, dreamlike and half hidden in the smoke, she finishes adjusting something on Artoo's computer face, then watches as the little robot joins his companion.

At last! Where have you been? Threepio asked

Stormtroopers can be heard battling in the distance.

They're heading in this direction. What are we going to do? We'll be sent to the spice mine of Kessel or smashed into who knows what! Threepio said

Artoo scoots past his bronze friend and races down the sub hallway. Threepio chases after him.