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I first began this story in 2000 with an AU twist. Of course, I've modified it, at least a tad. It takes place during the original Star Wars Trilogy, a few days or weeks after the first Death Star has been destroyed.
The first few parts are interpretation and thoughts. The twist occurs during the escape from Cloud City, which I will try to get to as soon as possible. This story was never finished, but I do hope to do so with you fine people.
I can't seem to figure out the HTML for this site, so maybe one of you would be as kind as to help me in a review?
*..* are thoughts. ~*~*~*~* is a scene change.
Without further delay, I give you:
"Son of Mine"
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*This is disturbing indeed..*
No one dared speak to Lord Vader on 'Executer'. All knew very well or seemed to that the Force was a faded, ancient religion that had died out with the Jedi that this man had aided to kill by the thousands. But if anyone possessed its power it was him. The various Imperials that had been effortlessly choked by his outstretched hand was proof enough.
Rumor had it that the emperor also had it. He almost had to, to control some one as ruthless as Vader. Lord Vader, Emperor's pet. The only reason Tarkin was able to command him for a while was due to his own status associated with the late Death Star. Only the most privileged of Storm Troopers standing guard at the right moments, Imperial officers, the Royal guards, and Vader had ever seen the Emperor. Some weren't even sure of his existence but the entity constantly clutched a thin veil of fear over any Imperial's heart. He was almost a legend in his non-existence.
Princess Organa had escaped. Two storm troopers tied up, stripped of their armor and weapons had been shortly found after. Both had been spared in the haste and effort as to not damage the armor that had been stolen from them for the purpose of the masquerade. Two men and a wookie had managed to get past the guards of the finest, most elite space station of its time, free the princess, out-maneuver their TIE fighters and make it back to the infamous Rebel Base. Reportedly with even two droids in tow!
The fools didn't think that the absolute greatest force in the galaxy wouldn't track them down? Things were not a total loss, however. Vader had slain an old man. Not just any old fool;
Kenobi.
Almost a lengend in himself among those who had been told, and those who remembered. Vague rumor had it that Kenobi trained Vader before Vader went to serve the emperor. No one had ever expected him to be alive. He was a myth, swept away with the Old Republic. Word of his death had spread like wild fire among veterans. A major symbol the Clone Wars, his faded wanted posters still existed in some parts of the galaxy where the empire reigned supreme. He was an added bonus to Bail Organa's death on Aldreaan. Some storm troopers who had actually seen the duel between Vader and his master had claimed that Kenobi just disappeared into thin air when struck down. Why didn't the lazy fools kill the young man who had stopped to watch with them? They said when Kenobi died he went on a shooting rampage killing at least ten guards and shooting the door control so it shut in front of Vader before he could get through. They were lucky enough to be sent off the Death Star on patrol before the end..
What happened? Skywalker had happened along with two missiles fired with almost impossible accuracy in to the small shaft. Two feet, two missiles, one bull's eye. They had almost crushed the rebellion and the galaxy's hope. Vader had his missiles locked on him! A few of the surviving TIE fighter pilots said that a ship came behind them, shot one of them and had hit Vader, careening him spinning off course. That was all the time Skywalker needed.
Imperial intelligence had seeped through. A young upstart in the rebellion. Vader had had the spy executed on site. Classically, he closed his throat until the man collapsed. He never even touched him with his gloved hands. That was "The power of the Force." And so much more that Vader has ranted about. He was as much a relic as Kenobi was. The only seemingly difference is that Vader is deadly with a chill of reminder in the heart of anyone who has been confronted with him, or seen him stalk with dark purpose. No one dared utter the name Skywalker.
~*~*~*~
Vader knew who beat him very well. Enough stories of the new hero of the rebellion had sprouted around. *You died for your betrayal Kenobi.. Not only did you mislead me in the Force but you denied me my son.*
When Vader had heard that the one who launch the missiles was Luke Skywalker. The name may have been just another toying coincidence but the strong feeling of potential strength in the Force he had felt in the young pilot in the Death Star trench had been no mistake. It was a throbbing sore and raw spot that not only had Kenobi lied about everything else that his son had grown up without him. Grown up on that abominated rock!
*He said he was here to help me as not only my mentor, but as a friend. He said he cared about me. He said that my mother would be safe..* He could almost see it, if he had not willed it away so strongly. Her weaken form, sunken in the sand. Her loving deep brown eyes had closed with her love for him for the last time. Kenobi had gotten what he deserved! He was struck down like an animal; Just like those animals! None of them deserved to live! And they were no more. Just as his angel. Even she had whispered love to him in her eyes and had lied to him. He had a son..
Palpatine was as maniacal as ever. Though it was never spoken Yoda had always seemed as a symbol for leader of the Jedi council and order.. Vader had more midichlorians than him and knew it despite Qui-Gon and Kenobi's attempts to keep it from him. Jedi weren't supposed to be proud of themselves, always impassive, always naive. The name Qui-Gon came back. It was no matter. Kenobi got his.
*Qui-Gon chose me over his beloved padawan.* He mentally spat. *Obi-Wan should have protected him. It was almost a pity.*
Qui-Gon.. he hadn't thought of that name in years.. His first master, not officially, but he was. Sensing Kenobi's presence came as a pleasant and embittered jolt. Obi-Wan surely knew that he would die when he met up with me.
He had said that a dark apprentice named Darth Maul had made Qui-Gon one with the Force. Obi-Wan was almost a knight and being a padawan was no excuse for such failure to one's master. Palpatine had taught him that. Qui-Gon was ignorant to embrace the light side. So weak for whom Obi-Wan called a great man. But looking back on the past was also just that; And it made you weak.
The darkside was powerful and Palpatine taught him all he wanted to know about that. Slowly, he had helped him transform himself in to the best. *He knew after the pit that I would never be a match for him.* Vader was almost certain that Palpatine was glad that he had been forced into ½ machine. *He would've made certain there was no way I could've took power.* Now, he had accepted that Anakin was gone and that nothing mattered more than power.
But Anakin wasn't gone. He had briefly had a glimpse of him as he thought at the time, 'crazed shooter', on the Death Star, after he killed Kenobi. There was his blonde hair, once vibrant blue eyes in clothes that appeared to be from the very same planet if he wasn't mistaken. It was almost ingenious of Kenobi to help hide him on Tatooine. He had to be involved. He knew that Vader would never come back. Not after everything that had happened. In reality, it was a place that could remind him of who he really was.
Anger rose in Vader and they shared their mutual caress as he seemed to almost try to feed upon it. Kenobi had lied to his son. But he could regain him. He had seen the same confused anguish and rage in the slaying of Kenobi that he had when his mother had been.. No. He thought he could turn his son against him? No.
In some small way Vader was resigned to being nothing more than the Emperor's apprentice. Never to be on his own, always to serve, a slave for life. If he was ever honest with himself the only time he was free was with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. But those two names should be left in the past. After all they both were 'Jedi scum'. Vader had thought he had seen to the destruction of them all.
But what of his son? Luke. That was his boy's name. He was even a more than decent pilot; Almost as good as his father. He would make sure that his son was as powerful as he would've been. He would not betray him like everyone else had him. They would both break free of Palpatine's hold. The Empire wasn't going anywhere. He had more midichlorians than Yoda. Thinking back when he won the race, the look on Watto's face had been great. That and Qui- Gon's..
And as far as Vader was concerned the emperor would never call his son "apprentice". He would.
After all, the boy was the son of the best.
This is the end of Part One.
If you like it or have any suggestions or constructive criticism, then feel free to review. If you would like for me to continue, then please tell me how to use this site's HTML to center, italicize, or use bold font.
Have something that just isn't right for a review? Then feel free to e-mail me at: Adrie_Rse@hotmail.com
Thank you all for reading so far. ( Hopefully, I shall see you all at Chapter One.
I first began this story in 2000 with an AU twist. Of course, I've modified it, at least a tad. It takes place during the original Star Wars Trilogy, a few days or weeks after the first Death Star has been destroyed.
The first few parts are interpretation and thoughts. The twist occurs during the escape from Cloud City, which I will try to get to as soon as possible. This story was never finished, but I do hope to do so with you fine people.
I can't seem to figure out the HTML for this site, so maybe one of you would be as kind as to help me in a review?
*..* are thoughts. ~*~*~*~* is a scene change.
Without further delay, I give you:
"Son of Mine"
_____________________________________________________
*This is disturbing indeed..*
No one dared speak to Lord Vader on 'Executer'. All knew very well or seemed to that the Force was a faded, ancient religion that had died out with the Jedi that this man had aided to kill by the thousands. But if anyone possessed its power it was him. The various Imperials that had been effortlessly choked by his outstretched hand was proof enough.
Rumor had it that the emperor also had it. He almost had to, to control some one as ruthless as Vader. Lord Vader, Emperor's pet. The only reason Tarkin was able to command him for a while was due to his own status associated with the late Death Star. Only the most privileged of Storm Troopers standing guard at the right moments, Imperial officers, the Royal guards, and Vader had ever seen the Emperor. Some weren't even sure of his existence but the entity constantly clutched a thin veil of fear over any Imperial's heart. He was almost a legend in his non-existence.
Princess Organa had escaped. Two storm troopers tied up, stripped of their armor and weapons had been shortly found after. Both had been spared in the haste and effort as to not damage the armor that had been stolen from them for the purpose of the masquerade. Two men and a wookie had managed to get past the guards of the finest, most elite space station of its time, free the princess, out-maneuver their TIE fighters and make it back to the infamous Rebel Base. Reportedly with even two droids in tow!
The fools didn't think that the absolute greatest force in the galaxy wouldn't track them down? Things were not a total loss, however. Vader had slain an old man. Not just any old fool;
Kenobi.
Almost a lengend in himself among those who had been told, and those who remembered. Vague rumor had it that Kenobi trained Vader before Vader went to serve the emperor. No one had ever expected him to be alive. He was a myth, swept away with the Old Republic. Word of his death had spread like wild fire among veterans. A major symbol the Clone Wars, his faded wanted posters still existed in some parts of the galaxy where the empire reigned supreme. He was an added bonus to Bail Organa's death on Aldreaan. Some storm troopers who had actually seen the duel between Vader and his master had claimed that Kenobi just disappeared into thin air when struck down. Why didn't the lazy fools kill the young man who had stopped to watch with them? They said when Kenobi died he went on a shooting rampage killing at least ten guards and shooting the door control so it shut in front of Vader before he could get through. They were lucky enough to be sent off the Death Star on patrol before the end..
What happened? Skywalker had happened along with two missiles fired with almost impossible accuracy in to the small shaft. Two feet, two missiles, one bull's eye. They had almost crushed the rebellion and the galaxy's hope. Vader had his missiles locked on him! A few of the surviving TIE fighter pilots said that a ship came behind them, shot one of them and had hit Vader, careening him spinning off course. That was all the time Skywalker needed.
Imperial intelligence had seeped through. A young upstart in the rebellion. Vader had had the spy executed on site. Classically, he closed his throat until the man collapsed. He never even touched him with his gloved hands. That was "The power of the Force." And so much more that Vader has ranted about. He was as much a relic as Kenobi was. The only seemingly difference is that Vader is deadly with a chill of reminder in the heart of anyone who has been confronted with him, or seen him stalk with dark purpose. No one dared utter the name Skywalker.
~*~*~*~
Vader knew who beat him very well. Enough stories of the new hero of the rebellion had sprouted around. *You died for your betrayal Kenobi.. Not only did you mislead me in the Force but you denied me my son.*
When Vader had heard that the one who launch the missiles was Luke Skywalker. The name may have been just another toying coincidence but the strong feeling of potential strength in the Force he had felt in the young pilot in the Death Star trench had been no mistake. It was a throbbing sore and raw spot that not only had Kenobi lied about everything else that his son had grown up without him. Grown up on that abominated rock!
*He said he was here to help me as not only my mentor, but as a friend. He said he cared about me. He said that my mother would be safe..* He could almost see it, if he had not willed it away so strongly. Her weaken form, sunken in the sand. Her loving deep brown eyes had closed with her love for him for the last time. Kenobi had gotten what he deserved! He was struck down like an animal; Just like those animals! None of them deserved to live! And they were no more. Just as his angel. Even she had whispered love to him in her eyes and had lied to him. He had a son..
Palpatine was as maniacal as ever. Though it was never spoken Yoda had always seemed as a symbol for leader of the Jedi council and order.. Vader had more midichlorians than him and knew it despite Qui-Gon and Kenobi's attempts to keep it from him. Jedi weren't supposed to be proud of themselves, always impassive, always naive. The name Qui-Gon came back. It was no matter. Kenobi got his.
*Qui-Gon chose me over his beloved padawan.* He mentally spat. *Obi-Wan should have protected him. It was almost a pity.*
Qui-Gon.. he hadn't thought of that name in years.. His first master, not officially, but he was. Sensing Kenobi's presence came as a pleasant and embittered jolt. Obi-Wan surely knew that he would die when he met up with me.
He had said that a dark apprentice named Darth Maul had made Qui-Gon one with the Force. Obi-Wan was almost a knight and being a padawan was no excuse for such failure to one's master. Palpatine had taught him that. Qui-Gon was ignorant to embrace the light side. So weak for whom Obi-Wan called a great man. But looking back on the past was also just that; And it made you weak.
The darkside was powerful and Palpatine taught him all he wanted to know about that. Slowly, he had helped him transform himself in to the best. *He knew after the pit that I would never be a match for him.* Vader was almost certain that Palpatine was glad that he had been forced into ½ machine. *He would've made certain there was no way I could've took power.* Now, he had accepted that Anakin was gone and that nothing mattered more than power.
But Anakin wasn't gone. He had briefly had a glimpse of him as he thought at the time, 'crazed shooter', on the Death Star, after he killed Kenobi. There was his blonde hair, once vibrant blue eyes in clothes that appeared to be from the very same planet if he wasn't mistaken. It was almost ingenious of Kenobi to help hide him on Tatooine. He had to be involved. He knew that Vader would never come back. Not after everything that had happened. In reality, it was a place that could remind him of who he really was.
Anger rose in Vader and they shared their mutual caress as he seemed to almost try to feed upon it. Kenobi had lied to his son. But he could regain him. He had seen the same confused anguish and rage in the slaying of Kenobi that he had when his mother had been.. No. He thought he could turn his son against him? No.
In some small way Vader was resigned to being nothing more than the Emperor's apprentice. Never to be on his own, always to serve, a slave for life. If he was ever honest with himself the only time he was free was with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. But those two names should be left in the past. After all they both were 'Jedi scum'. Vader had thought he had seen to the destruction of them all.
But what of his son? Luke. That was his boy's name. He was even a more than decent pilot; Almost as good as his father. He would make sure that his son was as powerful as he would've been. He would not betray him like everyone else had him. They would both break free of Palpatine's hold. The Empire wasn't going anywhere. He had more midichlorians than Yoda. Thinking back when he won the race, the look on Watto's face had been great. That and Qui- Gon's..
And as far as Vader was concerned the emperor would never call his son "apprentice". He would.
After all, the boy was the son of the best.
This is the end of Part One.
If you like it or have any suggestions or constructive criticism, then feel free to review. If you would like for me to continue, then please tell me how to use this site's HTML to center, italicize, or use bold font.
Have something that just isn't right for a review? Then feel free to e-mail me at: Adrie_Rse@hotmail.com
Thank you all for reading so far. ( Hopefully, I shall see you all at Chapter One.