Father Figure:

Summary: Foreseeing that Luke Skywalker would likely not be turned, the Emperor decides that the young Jedi must not rejoin the Rebel Fleet. Yet the resulting events give Luke the one thing he'd always wanted. His Father..

Force Speech

^Force Visions^

*thoughts*

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Father Figure -

Foreword -

Emperor Palpatine sat in his throne aboard the second Death Star and smiled. All was as he'd foreseen it. Even the part that his treacherous apprentice was about to play was going to give him final victory over the Rebels. A pity that Vader's abnormal instincts should have gotten in the way. The boy he had molded to near perfection was still flawed even all these years. There was still far too much of the Jedi knight he'd once been to truly ever be a Sith. As for Skywalker, the boy would be the catalyst to unleashing the full power of his fallen sire. The Jedi had trained Luke Skywalker far better than they'd ever managed with his famous father, Anakin. The boy would not be turned as he had warned Vader. And indeed young Skywalker was the only thing The Emperor could foresee bringing the long "dead" spirit of Anakin Skywalker back to destroy him. A pity, but the boy had to die.

Even as Palpatine thought that he felt a burning light in the Force seem to dim and go out. Looking up he gave a savage grin as he saw the Executor suddenly flash by before jumping to hyper-space. "Yes, Lord Vader," the emperor cackled. "Go and show the Galaxy the price of betrayal. Destroy the Rebellion for the betrayal and death of your son. As you did the Jedi!"

Little did he know that one slight 'mistake' was going to bring his plans to naught.

Chapter 1 - Before it's too late

The men that comprised the bridge crew of the Executor worked with a fervor that was not wholly dampened by their terror of their Commander-in-Chief. Yet the terror was not as powerful as the need to please him. It was utterly out of character for the great Dark Lord of the Sith to speak of anything connected to his private life. It had been much speculation on the part of all the crew that Darth Vader had no past and nothing but total submission to The Emperor. To find out they had been wrong on both counts was a galaxy-shaking event.

Yet the puzzle pieces had come all together when Darth Vader had come to the bridge in severe agitation. One could almost imagine that the dark lord was actually shaking and many feared for their lives. That was until he had ordered Peitt to open ship-wide communication as soon as they made to jump to hyper-space. This sudden mission without the prior authorization of the Emperor had everyone more than a little nervous.

It was in stunned silence that they listened to the galaxy's most feared being make a confession and practically beg for their aid. That the Rebels' most beloved hero Luke Skywalker, was the Dark Lord's son. And the Emperor had promised to give Vader his son upon capture. Instead the Emperor had gone ahead and tried to play the Imperial Navy the Rebellion and even the Dark Lord himself like so many dejacc pieces. By having Skywalker captured and killed then turning around and blaming the Rebels for murdering the 'son of Vader'. And it would have worked save for one thing.

His son was still alive but barely and only the Executor could reach the spot where they were torturing him to death.

Now the Dark Lord's single-minded obsession over the young Rebel made sense. To know that he was a father made him far less than invincible. And now the emperor had tried to have his son murdered and blame it one the Rebellion. Many of the crew though they feared Lord Vader, also respected him and even admired him. now the Executor was an Imperial ship in name only and soon not even that. If they got there in time

Admiral Piett watched his superior from the corner of his eye as he listen to the tense reports running around the bridge. Vader was at his customary spot by the bridge view port, watching the dancing blue light that made up hyper-space flow by. As he heard the estimated time to reversion being announced, he squared his shoulders and moved to his commander's side.

"My lord, we will reach Jablin in ten minutes." Piett swallowed hard as Vader swung around in a stance he remembered all too well. Someone was going to die today. "It will not be you that dies this day Piett but the fools who thought to kill my son," the echoing bass rumble of the Sith rumbled around him. Slightly taken aback, Piett impulsively asked the question on everyone's mind. "My lord how do you know this is the work of the Emperor and not a trick of the rebels?" Realizing what he had just asked, Piett paled and started to back up. Only he was stopped by Vader's heavy hand on his shoulder.

"My son was supposedly given a toxin that destroys his connection to the Force, killing him slowly. Only the Empire has made research in such weapons against the Jedi. His captors made a grave mistake however. Instead of giving him the poison, they gave him the serum meant for me. One which greatly enhances a Force user's connection to the Force. He has not the training to control this. I only felt his pain when he became delirious."

"That is how I know the Emperor is behind this." Vader's managed to make his vocoder drop to a near whisper as he added, "Should Luke die because of this, I will not stopped until the Emperor is dead, Even if it means siding with the Rebellion."