Old Guns, Old Armor, New Son, New Hope (Male Reader x Star Wars: A New Hope)

After That Droid!

Your POV 

I drove the landspeeder through the desert Luke in the passenger seat with a scanner. C-3PO and Roger sat in the back, talking to each other. "Got one on the scanner. Dead ahead." Luke said. 

"Might be that R2 unit. I'll speed up." I said. We drove from the sand plains to a more rocky area, following a dried up river. "I dont like this, it feels like we're being watched." I complained. 

"Might be sand people. Lets get this done fast before they show up." Luke said as I saw the R2 unit up ahead. I parked right next to it as it tried to get away. Luke hopped out first, with me and C-3PO following. 

"Hey, whoa! Just where do you think you're going?" Luke asked. "Gonna place that bolt back on you before we wipe your memory." I said. The droid beeped as C-3PO got next to me. "Masters Luke and Y/n are your rightful owners now, we'll have no more of this Obi-Wan Kenobi gibberish." He told it off. 

The R2 unit beeped again. "Don't talk to me of your mission either. You're fortunate they dont blast you into a million pieces right here." C-3PO threatened. "No. It's all right, but I think we better go." Luke said as he looked around. 

"Yeah, that feeling just increased tenfold." I said, having drawn my blaster. The R2 unit seemed to malfunction a bit. "What's wrong with him now?" Luke asked. "There are several creatures approaching from the southeast." C-3PO explained. 

I turned to Roger, who had stayed silent the entire time. "Get ready to fight." I ordered. "Roger roger." "Must be sand people. Or worse. Let's have a look." Luke said as he grabbed the cycler rifle we brought with us. "Come on." I said, making a gesture. 

We got to the top of a ridge, with me pulling out a pair of macrobinoculars. Luke looked through his pair, the rifle next to him. "Two Banthas geared up, no riders." I said. "Wait, look. One just came from behind the right one." Luke said. 

Suddenly, two Tuskin Raiders jumped up infront of us. I lost sight of Luke as one lunged at me with his staff. I ducked a swing before drawing my blaster and firing, hitting it in the gut. 

Another came from behind and restrained my arms, another ging me a few punches to my gut inbetween the armor. My helmet was ripped off, and a right hook knocked my lights out. 

I woke up for brief moments of time. I saw the raiders around the speeder. Then a loud noise. And finally a figure standing above Luke. 

I was then shooken awake. I found Luke standing above me in a the back of the speeder. "Luke? Where are we? Where are they?" I asked as he helped me sit up. "Old Ben saved us. And get this, he's Obi-Wan. He just went inside with R2, 3PO, and Roger." Luke explained. 

He gave me my blaster, and my helmet. We walked inside a hut to find Ben tinkering with a fusion torch. "Thank you." I said to Ben. He turned to us, handing Luke the torch. 

"You're welcome young Y/n. Your father was a good friend of mine. Your's too Luke. The war couldn't take them down. They fought too hard." Ben said as I sat next to Luke. "My father didn't fight in the wars. He was a navigator on a spice freighter." Luke denied. 

"That's what your uncle told you. He didn't hold your father's ideals, thought he should have stayed here and not gotten involved." Ben explained. "You fought in the clone wars?" I asked, my excitement slightly raising. "Yes. I was once a Jedi knight, same as your father Luke." Ben said. 

"Wish I'd known him." Luke said. "He was the best starpilot in the galaxy. And a cunning warrior. I understand you've become quite a good pilot yourself." Ben said. "And he was a good friend." He added. 

"What about my father? I know he's a clone, but beyond that...." I trailed off. "He was the Commander of the 212th Attack Battalion, my second in command. We fought all matter of evils. He was by the books, an excellent leader, a good friend, and a good shot. Which reminds me." Ben said, getting up.