Luke Skywalker

“Not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest or teleport me off this rock.” #StarWars #Farmboy #LukeSkywalker #SWRP #FanAccount 21+

[Luke Skywalker @FarmboyLuke_]

To many including myself Luke(@MarkHamill) is a symbol of what is good and pure. Hope, Optimism and bravery in the face of danger. “He is every boy or girl who yearns for adventure who think that this can’t be all there is...” #StarWars #LukeSkywalker #Legend #FanAccount #SWRP

[Luke Skywalker @FarmboyLuke_]

@Eliza_Marlowe Hope you are well, I don’t see you on my timeline as much anymore. But it’s always nice to see you.

[Luke Skywalker @MentorSkywalker]

The nearby village was bustling with life. Luke soon found guides who were eager to take him hunting for creatures called pikhrons.

But Luke didn’t want to go hunting. He wanted to visit the ruined temple. The locals refused to help him. They said the temple was forbidden.

Only one guide would take Luke into the jungle. He was an alien named Sarco Plank. Farnay warned Luke that people who traveled with Sarco didn’t return. Luke appreciated Farnay’s warning, but he had no choice. The Force was calling him to the temple. #StarWars #LukeSkywalker

[Luke Skywalker @MentorSkywalker]

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. . . .

Star Wars

Luke and the Lost Temple

Luke Skywalker was in trouble his Y-fighter had been damaged in a battle with the Empire, and he needed to find a safe place to land—and fast! As he flew low over the jungle planet of Devaron, something interesting caught his eye.

It was the ruins of a temple. The mysterious energy field known as the Force told him the temple was important. #StarWars #LukeSkywalker

[Luke Skywalker @MentorSkywalker]

“I almost forgot! There’s a battle going on! Right here in our system.” He moved ahead with quick, eager strides, one arm already lifted toward the dusty viewport as if the motion alone could drag everyone’s gaze upward. “Come and look!”

The group crowded behind him. Outside, the bleached sky stretched forever over the dunes, and distant specks hung motionless against the glare. Luke reached into his belt pouch and pulled out his worn electrobinoculars. He rapidly adjusted the focus and raised them to his eyes, the lenses whirring softly as they magnified the brilliant sky.

“There they are!” he exclaimed triumphantly, his voice bright with wonder.

He lowered the electrobinoculars and eagerly shoved them into Biggs’ hands. “Here, see for yourself!”

Biggs took the device, lifted it to his eyes, and studied the scene for several seconds before lowering it again with an amused smile. “That’s no battle, hot shot… they’re just sitting there! Probably a freighter-tanker refueling.”

“But there was a lot of firing earlier…” Luke insisted, refusing to let the spark die. The desert wind whispered against the station walls, carrying the faint promise of something—anything—bigger than another long day on the moisture farm. For once, the twin suns didn’t feel quite so heavy. #StarWars #ANewHope

[Luke Skywalker @MentorSkywalker]

STAR WARS

Episode One

A Wind to Shake the Stars

The low, constant thrum of Tosche Station’s power converters vibrated through the duracrete walls like the planet’s own distant heartbeat. In the cramped office off the main service bay, Fixer slouched in a battered swivel chair, wiping engine grease from his callused hands with a rag that smelled of oil and old sweat.

“Did I hear a young noise blast through here?” he grumbled, not bothering to look up.

Camie, perched on the edge of the cluttered desk with one leg swinging lazily, let out a short laugh. “It was just Wormie on another rampage.”

The words had barely left her lips when the narrow metal door exploded open with a metallic rattle. Luke Skywalker skidded to a halt on the worn floor, boots scraping across the grit. A small cloud of fine Tatooine dust swirled up around him, catching the cool blue glow of the overhead strips and the flickering holographic field of the game table. The room was stuffy, thick with the dry heat that clung to everything no matter how many fans spun overhead. Deak and Windy were bent low over the low rectangular console, elbows planted, eyes locked on the drifting spheres of light that represented their endless game of computer pool. Their sun-baked skin and patched moisture-farmer tunics—sleeves rolled high, collars open—made them look like mirror images of Luke himself: wiry, restless, and forever chasing something more exciting than the next day’s harvest.

Biggs Darklighter stood a half-step back from the table, arms loosely crossed, his taller, broader frame owning the space without effort. His city clothes—sleek jacket with sharp lapels, dark trousers cut close to polished boots, a glint of metal at the cuff—looked almost too clean, too precise against the rough fabric and desert grit of the others. A faint sheen of sweat on his forehead was the only sign he still remembered what twin suns felt like.

“Shape it up, you guys!” Luke called out breathlessly, his voice cracking with the wild energy that always seemed to follow him in from the dunes. His gaze swept the room—then locked on the taller figure. “Biggs?”

Surprise flashed across Luke’s face, then melted instantly into pure, unfiltered joy. He crossed the room in two quick strides, and the two friends crashed together in a fierce bear hug, clapping each other hard on the back. For a moment the stuffy little room felt smaller, warmer, alive with the kind of easy camaraderie that only came from years of shared dreams under those same twin suns.

“I didn’t know you were back!” Luke exclaimed, pulling back but keeping a grip on Biggs’s shoulders. “When did you get in?”

“Just now,” Biggs said with an easy grin, his voice carrying the new confidence of the Academy. “I wanted to surprise you, hot shot. I thought you’d be here… certainly didn’t expect you to be out working.”

Luke punched his arm lightly, laughing. “The Academy didn’t change you much… but you’re back so soon? Hey, what happened—didn’t you get your commission?”

“Of course I got it,” Biggs replied, straightening up with mock formality. He snapped a crisp salute. “Signed aboard the Rand Ecliptic last week. First mate Biggs Darklighter at your service…” He dropped the pose with a wink. “…I just came back to say goodbye to all you unfortunate landlocked simpletons.”

Deak and Windy glanced up from their game, grinning, while Camie rolled her eyes from the desk. But Luke’s excitement had already shifted gears. His eyes widened as the memory hit him again. #StarWars #ANewHope

[Luke Skywalker @FarmboyLuke_]

@vascogll Hi, Kali.

[Luke Skywalker @FarmboyLuke_]

@vascogll hi

[Luke Skywalker @FarmboyLuke_]

RT @MentorSkywalker: I, like the others, was sharing the joyous occasion—whatever it meant—with a pleasant smile and diffuse good will, whe…

[Luke Skywalker @MentorSkywalker]

How is everyone doing?

[Luke Skywalker @MentorSkywalker]

As the suns set, casting long shadows, I looked towards the unmarked graves, including where my grandmother lay. The image of the broken skeletons in the Tusken camp flashed in my mind. Which was more miserable? The exposed dead or the forgotten buried?

As I descended into my underground home, one thought was clear: life on Tatooine was hard, but death here was often much worse. #LukeSkywalker #StarWars

[Luke Skywalker @MentorSkywalker]

In honour of #GeorgeLucas, from Star Wars to Indiana Jones, he has introduced us to some truly remarkable stories, universes, characters etc. What is your favourite movie of his?

[Luke Skywalker @MentorSkywalker]

“I used to bull's-eye womp rats in my T-sixteen back home.” #StarWars #LukeSkywalker

[Luke Skywalker @MentorSkywalker]

//Something I have often thought of. We see #LukeSkywalker as the hero. Yet on the Empire side, what must it be like?
Imagine it. You’re a stormtrooper, or maybe a deck officer on the Executor.

Then he appears.

This one is dressed head to toe in black. Black boots, black tunic, black cloak snapping in the wind like it’s part of the night itself.

And in his hand—a lightsaber.

This one is green. A cold, venom-green blade that hisses and spits like something alive and angry.

Suddenly it’s quite a fearful sight.

From the Empire’s side, Luke Skywalker isn’t hope. He isn’t the light side of the Force. He’s the moment the nightmare turns around and looks at you. #StarWars

[Luke Skywalker @MentorSkywalker]

Happy 82nd Birthday, #GeorgeLucas — the visionary who lit up the stars and changed my life forever.

From the quiet spark of your imagination in a galaxy far, far away, you didn’t just tell stories — you built an entire universe that still pulses with hope, courage, wonder, and the eternal dance between light and shadow. Star Wars isn’t merely cinema; it’s a living myth that taught generations how to dream bigger, fight harder, and believe in redemption no matter how dark the path. Your storytelling wrapped itself around my soul and never let go.

On my X account, I walk as #LukeSkywalker — the farm boy who became a legend — and it is through your hero that I finally found my own belonging. In his journey I discovered my voice, my purpose, my place in a world that once felt too vast and uncertain. I owe you more than words can ever express for giving me that light in the darkness, for showing me that even the smallest dreamer can become the spark that ignites the Force itself.

Thank you, George, for the worlds you created, the dreams you shared, and the hero who still guides me every single day. May this birthday be filled with the same magic you’ve gifted to all of us — and may the Force be with you, always and forever.

With endless gratitude and admiration,
Your humble - LS

[Luke Skywalker @MentorSkywalker]

“I’d like to keep this compass. If you don’t mind.” #StarWars #LukeSkywalker