Yeah, it does seem pretty strange. All Beru and Owen did was just show up for a couple scenes out of the ENTIRE PREQUEL TRILOGY with no significance other than taking in Luke.
Hence, I’ve come up with my own version. I did write a little excerpt months ago to give an idea of Beru and Owen’s roles (shameless plugging powers, AWAY!), but I doubt I’ll actually use in the finished product (that is if I actually get to writing and stop pussyfooting around it). Still, I hope it’s somewhat good.
“We’re lost,” Owen grumbled lowly as he stared at the vast crowd of aliens and humans in front of him.
Standing beside him against the wall, his fiance, a petite woman, shook her head. “We’re not lost. We just need to figure out what level we’re at,” she said, trying to peer over a bulbous head. “I think they have a number somewhere around here…”
Owen would have crossed his arms if he was not carrying luggage in his each. As much as he loved Beru Whitesun for her optimism, there were times it was too unrealistic and downright frustrating. The pair were supposed to be on their way to Coruscant, when their shuttle had a slight “leaky engine,” dropping them and everyone else aboard at Axis Station, nearby the Mid Rim’s Craston Nebula.
As Owen expected, it was a run-of-the-mill orbital station; centuries old, crowded, and its facilities less than up to sanitary standards. Being from Tatooine, it wasn’t that bad, and Owen and Beru’s ragged desert clothes made them blend in well with the crowd.
The problem was that they were stuck in this blasted when they needed to get on another shuttle, and they had no idea where it was. Not to mention their shuttle passes. Owen hoped the ones they bought worked, otherwise he would be having words that Toydarian merchant. He paid good money for those passes, and blast anyone if he was ripped off!
After sometime, Beru said, “I see it! Level seventy-one. We can probably take an elevator and maybe we can-”
“Beru,” Owen said again, “we’re lost.”
Beru stared at him. Her blue eyes lost their brilliance as she conceded. “Alright, what do we do?”
“Go to the desk, find out when’s the next shuttle. Then, we wait.”
“Well, it’s not like we’re going to know when the next shuttle is-”
Before he could finish, the loudspeakers chimed and a droid’s voice blared, “Attention! Attention! The last shuttle for Coruscant will be leaving in thirty minutes, station time. The last shuttle for Coruscant will be leaving in thirty minutes at docking…”
Beru reacted before Owen could even hear the full thing. “Come on!” she called out as she was already in the move.
“Beru, wait!” Owen called out, and he rushed after her, saying “excuse me” and “pardon me” to nearby aliens as he tried to keep up.
He managed to squeeze himself into the elevator Beru entered a moment before. The fishy smell was the first thing Owen noticed, since the elevator had been filled with the aquatic Selkath from Manaan. Not an awful smell, but he didn’t want to be in there for very long. “Did you catch that last bit?” Owen asked as he squeezed himself in.
“Docking bay ninety,” Beru answered. How she heard that over the crowd, Owen had no clue.
It wasn’t long before the elevator doors open to their floor. The two humans came out first, just as the loudspeakers chimed again with the same announcement, and Beru eyed the closest docking bay door. “Ninety… must be this way!” she called over her shoulder, and she ran off again.
Owen begrudgingly followed Beru down the hall. He chased after her, until she stopped a second later. “What is it?” Owen asked.
Beru slowly glanced back at him and hesitantly admitted, “We… might be lost.”