(A/N: This is a What if? Story..what if Anakin Skywalker had not fallen to the dark side and now the Old Republic is split into two? With the ever- decreasing amount of Jedi on one side as well as some of the more stronger- willed bureaucrats and a handful of brave star guess who? Bail Organa and Mon Mothma at is head. On the other side, good old palpatine, the trade federation and a Sith Apprentice as well as all the star systems that Palpatine's army managed to force to cower in submission. All this written from the point of 13 year old Kyra Skywalker.I hav an Original story quite identical to this but decided to write a Star Wars version since it started out as a SW )

Alternate Universe

20 years after AOTC

Luke POV

Luke shook his head in frustration as he tried to tighten the strap on the guns which had been crammed into the jeep, securing the precious, much-needed equipment. After a moment he paused and looked outside. It was, as usual raining, yet again on this dreary little excuse for an outpost. Of course, he didn't have to be here, he could be inside with his flight squadron drinking caf and that lousy gunk that Klivan claimed was beer, but he wasn't that stupid.

After all, like all good leaders of men before him, Luke knew there was an unwritten rule that a commander could never be just "one of the guys", he could have their respect and their love but never their friendship. So, everyday at lunch time, he left them alone to quarrel and laugh and joke the way they couldn't when he was around. Somtimes he ate in the officer's mess but even there he was an outcast- the snotty little upstart who had barely seen nineteen summers and had only been given a command position because of certain "connections" back home. Oh god, how he wished that he was back home.

Home.

His heart skipped a beat as he thought of it. For as long as he had known, home had always meant where his family was. Even when Mom had dragged the whole family halfway across the galaxy because of one of her diplomatic missions. Or D....he had some military mission, they had always returned to the city, and over the years, that familiar place had come to represent a stabilizing point in his whole life.

But now, he wasn't so sure if he had a home anymore, didn't even know if his family was alive. For two years, he had been fighting for the Republic, for freedom. Any other parent would have been proud Luke thought. But he had thought of it as, what was the term he used...ah yes "adolescent rebellion". Well apparently, the 'Great One' did not know his son well enough to know that Luke was no coward, to hide behind his mother's skirts, while his friends were dying out there.

He remembered the argument that had started it and the ensuing estrangement that had followed, with bitterness.

(Footnote: This is all I've written so far, completely unvetted, its jus a story idea. Remarks anyone? Also, i'm looking for a more experienced writer to collaborate with; anyone out there willing to give it a go? *puts on hopeful face* LoL .... ....press review now...quick!)