Seeing the almost casual respect brought a small smile to Luke's face. He knew it wouldn't be this way with every commander, but the sight of it made him feel a little more at ease. Truly, there needed to be more commands in the Empire like this, more places in the Empire like this. Maybe then it would be a better place.

It was easy for him to slide in a similar kind of approach, standing respectfully at attention when addressed, but losing much of the stiffness in his shoulders.

"Tatooine, sir," he answered. "I lived on a farm on the outskirts of Anchorhead."