The starship left the gaudy monstrosity of metal and lasers as explosions rocked it as if saying, ALERT ALERT, it's about to blow! On the outside it was no different to the rest that were leaving the ship. Inside however was a different story.
Several minutes prior . . .
A young man in black could be seen, struggling towards a hangar, with a mass of black metal leaning on him. The shock of blond hair sticking to his face, falling into his azure eyes. A closer look at the metal showed the most feared man in the galaxy,
if he could be called that. More metal than man, a monstrosity that had enforced the will of the Empire for the past twenty years. Now leaning on the back of his son. Whom he had thought dead for the past twenty years. Though it was definite
the his Angel was dead. Though it was a relief to know it wasn't totally his fault, as the Emperor had told him. His time was near. He could feel it. He was ready to join the force, once more the chosen.
They reached one of the ships, and Anakin Skywalkerwas placed on a ramp, both men struggling for breath.
"Luke".
The deep baritone he had never resented more. His own son had never heard his voice, the natural one at least. It wasn't fair.
"Yes Father?"
The reply came, sounding exhilarated and slightly bewildered.
"Luke, help me take this mask off."
"But you'll die?"
"Nothing can stop that now. For once let me see you, with my own eyes."
He felt air escaping as the black mask that he had hidden behind for so long was lifted off. The wonder and joy of seeing like normal people did was incredible, so life giving and warm. Sweet relief. His son was beautiful, like himself in the piercing
azure iris and shaggy blond hair, but everything else was Padmè. His beautiful child.
"Go my son, leave me."
He was satisfied, ready to see his Angel. Only a few minutes now.
"You can't die, I've got to save you."
How he hated to destroy the hope in the child's voice, but it was far too late.
"Tell your sister, you were right." He took another deep breath, then released himself. The last thing he saw was his son's eyes, betrayal pain and love mixed in the blue, heartbroken.
They both had lives far too similar. That was not acceptable. Something had to change. The future had been set, but perhaps the past could be undone . . .