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Chapter VII

It had been almost a day after the eventful departure from Tatooine had happened.

Luke was learning to use his fathers' lightsaber under Ben's guidance. Along with a circular grey droid that floated around Luke, shooting weak blasts that he had to deflect.

Han was still in the cockpit with Chewbacca doing who knows what. Probably telling his precious ship how much he loved it.

"So, where are you from?" Luke asked.

"What?" Rhea looked at him quizzically.

"Uh, well you don't sound like you're from Tatooine... or near where I lived anyway" He turned his lightsaber off, waiting for a reply. She realised what he meant and went back to watching the Dejarik game between Chewbacca and the droids.

"Oh, my Uncle says he's from Concord Dawn. I guess I picked up the accent-" She was cut off as the proud smuggler finally graced them with his presence.

"Well, you can forget your troubles with those Imperial slugs. I told you I'd outrun 'em," He plopped down on a seat proud of his efforts. After a few minutes of silence, his expression fell, letting out a jaded sigh.

"Don't everyone thank me at once. Anyway, we should be at Alderaan about oh-two-hundred hours,"

The trio shared a smile at his remark. Luke went back to his training, and Rhea pointed to a spot Chewbacca should move to, their conversation being forgotten.

Chewbacca moved to the spot and rested his furry arms behind his head, pleased with the move.

"Now be careful, Artoo," C-3PO warned, R2-D2 moved one of the creatures on the board, causing a checkmate. Rhea flinched as Chewbacca started roaring, waving his arms around in a fury.

"He made a fair move. Screaming about it won't help you," C-3PO asserted. While the droids and Wookiee argued, Rhea returned to watching Luke and his 'Jedi Training'. He kept trying to deflect the blasts from the droid but to no avail.

"Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid," Han said with a satisfied look as Luke got hit again.

"You don't believe in the Force, do you?" Luke asked accusingly.

"Kid, I've flown from one side of this galaxy to the other. I've seen a lot of strange stuff, but I've never seen anything to make me believe there's one all-powerful Force controlling everything. There's no mystical energy field that controls my destiny. It's all a lot of simple tricks and nonsense," Han lectured him as though the subject bored him.

"I suggest you try it again, Luke. This time let go of your conscious self and act on instinct," Ben wisely spoke, grabbing an oversized helmet from the wall and placing it over the young man's head.

"With the blast shield down, I can't even see. How am I supposed to fight?" Luke moaned.

Ben stayed quiet, making Luke sigh. Raising the weapon once again he followed the droids move with the lightsaber, managing to deflect a series of blasts from the training ball.

"You see you can do it," Ben praised him.

"I call it luck," Han grumbled.