The force be with us...
This is my son. He’s been waiting a
long time to be born.
The baby is maybe a month old, and begins to writhe slowly
as the ice fully peels away.
Are you leaving him here?
Kenobi picks the baby up and holds him, the weight of the
moment hanging heavily over him.
No, but I need you to give him a
home. It’s too dangerous for him to
live with me. But I’ll raise him.
The baby wraps his hand around Kenobi’s finger.
What’s his name?
Kenobi smiles down at the baby, and prepares to speak.
EXT. MOS EISLEY SHIPYARDS - DAY
CUT TO: A young human yells his name, as we first see the
brown-flecked green eyes of our hero.
Luke is 18, half African and half European, still a bit
slight but built like he’s exercised constantly his entire
life. He’s desperately trying to wring an engine component
out of a starship that’s still covered in factory packaging.
Down below the ship, his 14 year-old cousin BIGGS and his 12
year-old cousin Gars are nervously waiting.
Luke, hurry! They’re coming.
Luke looks up, scanning rows of identical ships dwarfed by
the gantries and cranes of the port around him--the ships
are stolen goods being moved through this hive of scum and
villainy. He telepathically senses a multi-species crew of
roughnecks coming up on him quickly.