The ship coasted low across Earth's vibrant green landscape, the Lars family silent as their eyes absorbed the impossible. Below them sprawled a world of perfect symmetry—technology and nature intertwined in a harmony the galaxy had never known. Clean rivers, pulsing tower gardens, and living architecture surrounded them. But nothing captured their breath more than the valley they now descended into.
At the heart of it stood a sprawling luxury ranch.
Wooden, warm, and sun-kissed, the house stretched across the land like a heartbeat. Transparent solar panels lined the roof. Wide windows reflected the vibrant crops that extended from its sides in neat rows. To one side, pristine white livestock grazed peacefully in open pastures while a rotund agricultural droid quietly distributed food in calculated portions.
Martus stood beside the speeder as it settled, his arms crossed, the Earth wind teasing the hem of his robe.
"This," he said, voice steady and proud, "is Vorran Farm. My family's land. And the most advanced agricultural estate in the galaxy."
Cliegg and Shmi stepped out first, stunned. Owen followed, mouth slightly agape. Beru trailed behind, turning slowly to take in the living towers in the distance and the gentle curve of the glass domes nearby.
"You built all this?" Cliegg asked quietly.
"My ancestors started it. Earth perfected it. Now… it belongs to you."
He led them through the property.
The crops adjusted to the sunlight through responsive shielding. Nanosoil reacted in real time to each plant's growth cycle. Martus explained how to log each morning's metrics on the circular holo-terminal embedded in the garden, how the drones cleaned the soil, and how the system self-regulated everything from irrigation to pollination.
In the barn, clean and scentless, genetically stabilized livestock stood still as air. The robotic feeder gently refilled their troughs while syncing its nutrient algorithm with the farm's AI.
"These creatures live long, peaceful lives," Martus said. "We don't harvest them. We grow with them."
The farmhouse interior was soft and modern, warm stone mixed with adaptable wood and artificial memory-fiber furniture. The lights adjusted gently to each person's bio-rhythm.
Shmi turned to him, misty-eyed. "You built paradise."
"No," he said. "I protected it. And now it protects you."
The night came quickly—Earth's twin moons casting silver light across the land. As the Lars family gathered in the kitchen, preparing their first meal, Martus stood with Anakin outside the farmhouse, looking up at the stars.
"They're happy," Anakin said.
"They're home," Martus replied.
But the moment wasn't done.
Martus turned to him. "How would you feel about bringing C-3PO with us?"
Anakin blinked. "Really? I thought Jedi weren't allowed attachments."
"You built him. He's your creation. You don't abandon your creations. Besides… Earth might be able to give him something more."
The Forge – Earth Integration Lab
The ship detoured briefly—heading to a hidden location far beyond public view. Nestled in the jungle was a smooth obsidian-and-glass dome: The Forge.
Inside was peace. Blue-lit walls. Silent machines. And a glowing circular platform waiting at the center.
"Place him there," Martus said.
Anakin gently guided C-3PO onto the upgrade cradle. The droid stood awkwardly.
"Oh my… I do hope this doesn't involve dismantling," he muttered.
"It does," Martus said calmly. "But you'll thank me."
A series of mechanical arms lowered around C-3PO. The scanner lit up.
"Unit: C-3PO. Status: Junkyard Build. Functionality: 64%. Potential: Limitless."
Martus touched the console.
"Frame: replace. Materials: Earth-forged titanium-carbon fiber alloy. Design: humanoid-class elegance. Durability: near-invulnerable."
Anakin watched in awe as the parts came off—old and rusted—replaced by sleek, smooth plating. A gleaming black and gold finish, complete with flexible joints and restructured limbs.
Then came the emotion emulator core. A glowing blue orb floated down and locked into his chest plate.
"He'll still be himself," Martus explained. "Just… freer."
As the last plate clicked into place, the Forge lights dimmed. A soft pulse emitted from the droid's chest. His eyes opened—blue, glowing softly, focused and alert.
C-3PO stood straight—taller, faster, sleeker. No more jerky movements. No more stutters. Just clarity.
"System rebooted," he said. "Upgrade complete. Oh my. I believe I feel… perfect posture."
Anakin grinned. "You look incredible, Threepio."
The droid tilted his head. "Is this… pride I'm sensing? How peculiar… I like it."
Martus stepped forward.
"You're ready to meet the Jedi Temple now."
"I was always ready," C-3PO said smoothly. "But I must say—I'm far more fashionable now."
As the ship lifted off, the lights of Vorran Farm faded behind them—but the Lars family remained in good hands. And at the helm of the ship, a Jedi Master, a rising Padawan, and the most advanced protocol droid in galactic history flew toward Coruscant—not as wanderers… but as a force ready to change everything.