Things made better - STAR WARS - C1
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Star Wars it would be happier. Until that happens, all rights belong to Lucasfilm and whoever else owns it.
(A/N) In this universe, the death star is made several years before it is in canon, Luke isn't Anakin's son and Leia is actually an Organa by blood. Alderaan was not destroyed but it's moon was. Leia doesn't know though. The Jedi survive. If you want to know more, go to the intro/backstory I posted.
Four years after the rise of the Empire:
The past four years had been the happiest of Anakin's life. He had been living on Tython with Padme and his two amazing children with no interruptions for all of it. No war, no jedi council, no POLITICS! It was amazing! He was honestly surprised that the Jedi Council hadn't contacted him already to tell him to come back but you wouldn't hear any complaints from him.
He was staring out at the lush vegetation around him when he felt a disturbance in the force. he concentrated on it, searching for the source. He found it - a cry of joy that seemed to reverberate through the force. He pushed deeper, wanting to find out what had happened that was so good, so light. This time he saw series of flashing images. A space battle - a big one. Something exploding that looked like a moon. Overwhelmed, he pulled out of the visions.
A thousand thoughts raced through his head. Had the war continued on without him? Did we win? I hope so. That could be it - what everyone was so happy about. Why did we blow up a moon?
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice his wife calling out to him until he felt two familiar, comforting arms wrap around him and someone peck him on the cheek. "Ani, you okay?" she asked, worry evident in her voice.
"Yeah, I'm okay, just thinking." I smiled - a great, wide, beaming grin - as I looked down at my wife of seven - seven! - years. I was so lucky.
"Dada, dada." I turned around to see my nearly four-year-old son bounding towards me, a big grin plastered on his face.
Ah, perfect. I thought blissfully, sweeping him into my arms, forgetting all about the war and questions and focusing instead on his family, unknowing of what that disturbance had triggered.
For unknown to him, that same disturbance had been felt by every single force sensitive in the entire galaxy, from the younglings to the grandmaster. And they were deciding that they had been hiding long enough. All across the worlds, long-forgotten Jedi were coming out of hiding, from street corners to apartment complexes and were boarding shuttles and ships with only one destination in mind.
