Luke Skywalker ran his old, withered hands over the denim blue jacket lying in his lap. It felt rough beneath his fingers but oddly comforting. He smiled, remembering all the times he had clung to the jacket when embracing the man who wore it. The clothing item had aged with the Jedi and was almost falling apart from the years of action it had seen.
So many years of action...
Luke remembered those days as if they were yesterday. Had his first encounter with this jacket really been well over thirty years ago? Heh... That was hard to believe. Memories came to Luke fresh in his mind, almost as if they had just occurred.
A cantina on Tatooine, full of scoundrels and criminals alike, an old man who had once practiced in the ways of the Force, and Luke himself; a young and naive farmboy who had grown up on the planet. They met a tall and furry creature named Chewbacca that claimed to be the first mate of a ship calle