Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.

AN:

Okay. So I did it again. I had an idea and wrote a story, although my other one is not finished, yet. I promise I'll work on that.

This story starts in the middle of Star Wars: A New Hope. I made some drastic changes to the storyline, you might want to know.

1. Anakin never turned into Darth Vader.

2. Padmé still died.

3. Anakin was lost after Order 66.

4. Mara Jade is Vader's replacement. (Yeah I know the time line does not add up but this is FF and there is just so much dramatic potential with this choice!)

5. Obi-Wan didn't die on the Death Star. However, he was injured by Mara.

6. The Death Stars's weakness is a little more complicated. I always thought the chain reaction was a little OP.

That should be all for now. Enjoy. If there are any questions, I'll bee happy to answer them.

Luke Skywalker barely managed to trudge to his provided cot. Finally there he just let himself fall into the soft covers.

Much had happened in the last days. He left his home, began training as a Jedi, rescued a princess and barely escaped from the Death Star.

Their escape could have gone better, he thought, but at least everyone was alive. Ben had been seriously injured by that redhead. He would pull through he medics had assured him, but he might never walk again.

Luke sighed. The old man had grown on him. Tomorrow they would be debriefed about the plans of that planet destroying battle station. He hoped there was anything they could do about it. He felt uncomfortable with such a danger flying around the galaxy. Also he was furious what it had done to Princess Leia. To have her home destroyed right before her eyes... He could not even imagine the pain she had been in.

Luke had much on his mind, but after some time exhaustion pulled him into a deep slumber.

The next morning had the rebel base buzzing with nervous elation. They finally had something in their hands against the empire. The power of the Death Star however had shocked everyone.

Luke had been invited to a presentation on the matter of the Death Star. In front of the room Luke saw Princess Leia conversing with a group of important looking people. When she saw him approach, she excused herself and walked to him. "Luke. It is good to see you. I hope the accommodations were to your linking."

Luke nodded and bowed his head slightly. "Yes, thank you, Princess."

The Princess shook her head. "No. I should be thanking you, Luke. You and the others saved me and the plans. Now we have a chance against that monstrosity."

"Are you alright? After all that's happened..."

"I'm okay. How is Master Kenobi? I heard he would be okay." Leia interrupted him.

Luke noticed the subject change, but decided not to comment on it. "He'll survive. But he might never walk again."

"I'm sorry." Leia dropped her gaze.

"So am I, but all of us survived. That's all that matters, right?" Luke said trying to raise her spririts.

"No, not everybody survived." Leia whispered. Luke flinched, of course, all the people of her planet died.

"Princess, I..." Luke began.

"The meeting is starting. We should go in." Leia said and tore her gaze from him and went into the room.

Luke stood dumbfounded in the hallway. He had only make her feel worse.

A hand clapped on his shoulder. "Oi, kid, don't you want to go in?"

Luke just nodded and followed Princess Leia in with Han at his side.

"So, they want to blast open this vent as a way towards a catalyst? Which then has to be removed so that the station blows itself up? And you are crazy enough to try it?" Han asked Luke at dinner.

Luke swallowed and looked at Hans seriously. "Of course. That battle station destroyed Alderaan in the blink of an eye. Just look at the Princess, can you imagine the pain and desperation the Death Star could inflict on the galaxy?"

"That doesn't mean you have to play hero, kid. There are lots of rebels here to do the job." Han sighed and tore his bread apart.

"You don't understand. There is something inside me that tells me, I have to do it." Luke explained experated.

"Are you sure it's inside you? I mean the last time I saw Princess was in the med bay." Han's eyebrows rose and he smirked.

Luke sighed. "This has nothing do with her."

"You sure? I saw the way you looked at her." Han chuckled, when Luke began to blush.

"I... She. Okay. Perhaps she is part of the reason, but I feel like this is part of my destiny."

Han sighed. "Again with this Force non-sense?"

"Yes." Luke said. "You may not believe in it, but I feel it."

"Of course. So you decide to take part in this suicide mission." Han sighed. "Be realistic. You fly to a battle station that can annihilate a whole planet. Then you blast a hole into a exhaust vent, so that you can fly into the very core of the Death Star. There you remove some kind of unknown catalyst and after that you fly out on your merry way, while the whole station explodes due to an energy overload."

"Yes, that's what I will do."

Luke tried not to feel too overwhelmed. They had nearly lost the whole battalion of X-wings to blast that vent open and now the whole operation lay on his shoulders. Taking a deep breath he flew further towards the core and the catalyst.

Fortunately, the vent was not fitted with cannons like the surface of the Death Star. Therefore it was a quiet ride, while his fellow pilots were engaged with the TIE fighters of the Empire outside.

"I am approaching the target. Preparing to fire." Luke stated as he saw the end of the vent.

He activated his proton launchers and they hit home.

"Target hit." Luke stated relieved and started to turn around his fighter.

"Luke." The voice of Princess Leia cut through his communication device. "The catalyst is still operational. You need to investigate. Hurry."

Luke cursed, he could not see anything behind the smoke screen.

Use the force. He heard. Remembering the training session on board of the Falcon, Luke stretched out his senses and closed his eyes. He felt his surroundings and tried to locate the catalyst.

There! He navigated his fighter to fire the laser cannons at the catalyst, but something stopped him. It felt... Human. Luke furrowed his brow. He needed to put an end to this.

That was when he felt it. A weak whisper in the force. Help. Make it stop.

"It's human." Luke reported. "I..."

"What? That doesn't matter. Destroy it." The commander stated.

The force around him was agitated, begging him to save that man. Luke was breathing heavily.

"Luke! Do it"

Luke shook his head and trembled. "I can't. The Force it..."

"Skywalker, pull yourself together!"

Luke was silent. "R2 open the hatch."

"Luke!" He deactivated his communicator.

R2 was beeping behind him. "Just do it! Keep the engines running. We will be out in no time." Luke commanded.

The hatch opened and Luke jumped into a hallway, that was connected to the vent and now accessible due to his proton torpedoes. He approached a door that was hanging open and entered the core room.

A human male was strapped to a contraption. He was thrashing around. Also, he was sweating profusely and his eyes were unfocused. His blond hair stuck to his skin. A jolt of electricity went through him and he screamed in agony.

"Help..." He rasped between deep breaths.

Luke who had been frozen on the spot, bolted towards the man like he was struck by lightning. "Calm down. Where is the control?"

Lule was looking around franticly. The man regarded Luke with feverish blue eyes and then he looked at the wall nearby. A control panel was there. Luke ran towards it and pressed the control button.

A warning appeared on the screen. Removing the catalyst while charging may result in self destruction. Luke smiled and proceeded. The console asked him to enter a password.

Panic was rising in Luke. "It's asking for a password" Luke shouted.

The man groaned and screamed as another jolt of electricity went through him. After a pause he rasped. "Va... der... Try it."

Luke nodded and held his breath. It worked. Luke couldn't believe it and simply stared at the green screen. A countdown had appeared on the screen. Estimated time until power overdrive 02:56:14... 02:54:23...

Coughing behind him drew Luke back to the situation at hand.

"We need to get out of here." Luke stated urgently and ran towards the man. He slung the man's arm around his shoulder and hurried towards his fighter... his one seat fighter. Luke sighed. "Well that will be a tight fit."

The man was lighter than his huge frame would have suggested. Luke hurled himself and the man into the cockpit. "Urgh. Why is the Force so persistent on saving you. " He barely had enough space to grab the controls. He tried to wriggle into comfortable position, but a pained moan made him stop. "R2 close the hatch."

The astromech droid fiddled his response and off they were.

Luke activated his communicator again. "Red five reporting in. The catalyst is removed. The Death Star will self destruct in approximately two minutes."

"Don't do that again, Red Five. You had us at our wit's end. Attention to all fighters. The Death Star will self destruct in two minutes. Everyone get out of there fast.

Luke was halfway through the vent, when he felt the man under and beside him shift and dry heave. "Oh no. You don't." But it was already too late. The smell of vomit penetrated the small cockpit and Luke felt the warm substance on his pant leg. "Urgh. Hold yourself together. You are safe, just a little more."

He still had half a minute left when he exited the vent. Luke took a deep breath. "We are out of the vent. I need a medical team in the hangar."

"Roger."

When Luke's path was clear, he engaged the hyper drive to get out of there fast. Smiling he speeded towards the rebel base, when he felt the Death Star explode.

Whew. That was it! Do you like it? Please leave a review!

I am really excited for the next chapter (That's the one I wrote first) It's were Anakin has more screen time.