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Obi Wan heard Owen's rifle fire though he didn’t turn to look.

He kept his full attention on the five individuals before him. He could sense their dark torment, but he could not stay his hand in sympathy at what had caused their turn.

Luke’s life was on the line. Owen and Beru as well. They would be mercilessly slaughtered, and Luke would either be killed with them or he would be taken to a worse fate, just as his father had been.

“Kenobi,” laughed the leader. “We shall be doubly rewarded then when we present your head to His Majesty.”

Obi-Wan watched all the red blades ignite and he held the gaze of the leader.

“Sidious does not give rewards,” he said. “He gives only pain and death.”

“Which we get to deliver,” stated one of the women. The Third Sister, Obi-Wan saw. “You got away last time, Kenobi. And all to guard the spawn of Anakin Skywalker.”

“He is dead,” Obi-Wan said, flicking his own blue blade on. “But yes, I will protect the boy.”

You GUYS. Look what I found. Doing some homework for my current fic and this came up! I ADORE it!! :D

Young Luke communicating with Artoo. Happy days on Tatooine in my AU.

Ok actual sketch!! 😂🤦‍♀️ I have to work at not doing every detail and nuance but still communicate the emotion or person. I’m slow but I’ll keep trying!!

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