Yet another Star Wars Fic, this one had been in my head for a while and I couldn't keep it up there for much longer.

Anyway I hope you enjoy it-

Chapter 1

The Secret Sith

Furious was not a term of which to distinguish the Sith Lord's foul mood, he was beyond that; the Death Star Plans had just slipped out of his grasp, the rebels had evaded capture once again. This time they did not escape with just their lives, but with a priceless datacard that could sway the tides of the war. Now he was stood glaring at the spot where the Tantive IV had vanished, now replaced by the void of space.

Turning sharply he marched back into the spacecraft a low growl escaping his lips- the Emperor will not be pleased.

Hissing, the door closed behind him leaving him in the silence of the communications room, the hum of the ship's engines only just audible. At the small white circle that glowed in the dark floor, he knelt removing his hood, he bowed his head before activating the transmission with the force.

As the room began to glow a pale ghostly blue, he could feel the Emperor's gaze upon him.

"Lord Vader- what is so important that you had to disturb a council meeting?"

"Forgive me, my master- " He paused unsure of how to phrase his statement, "- the Death Star plans have been… stolen."

The room fell silent- the ringing in his ears drowning out the hum of the engines as his heart leapt to his throat. However the force was not silent, the Emperor's fury was like a hurricane sweeping the dark waters of the force; the silence continued.

"You have failed me, Lord Vader." Came the simple reply, a need to defend himself, to prove himself arose in the Sith.

"Master," Vader began lifting his head up to gaze directly into the old man's eyes, " I shall retrieve them, I will return them to you within the week."

"No."

"But, Master-"

"Enough! I said no, I will have someone else retrieve them, someone more capable." Palpatine explained.

"Who-" He stopped dead realising who the Emperor was referring to, "You can not be serious."

Palpatine ignored the comment: "I will send him to you."

"But Master- he is too young." Vader reasoned.

"Are you questioning my judgement," Palpatine leaned back against the back of his throne, "how defiant you are becoming."

"No, never Master, he is merely a boy-"

"You have been away for much time, Lord Vader. Expect him soon." The transmission was cut leaving Vader alone staring into darkness.

It was several days later that the child had arrived on board the Executor, though he was not quite a child any more. His dark attire made him look taller than he actually was, his boots help a little bit, however he had used some of the force to increase his height as he gathered no one would take note of a Short Sith, a Jedi maybe but that only stood to prove how foolish the light sided force users were.

A hood concealed his face, long wavy hair fell to just above his shoulders, brushed back with a hand, stayed by the presence of the hood, it's brown pigment a sharp contrast to the jovial blonde it had been in his youth. His face was flawless, high cheekbones, a heart shaped face. His eyes, as observing as a hawks burnt with a raging fire that was somewhat beautiful and elegant, yet, deadly and destructive sat evenly spaced below trimmed eyebrows that seemed to curved naturally to the shape of his eyes, broken only by the presence of a thin scar. They blended out as you reached the tall refined nose that stood proudly above pale full lips which had a slight shine to them. The beauty of his face was merely reflected upon his body, he was lean and muscular below his tight armour and cape, polished knee high leather boots concealed his sturdy feet as he advanced forward, purpose in every boundless stride.

An air of authority covered him, gaze set forward he moved swiftly and elegantly, cutting through people who were frozen in place, others who were smarter moved swiftly out of his way.

Vader felt his presence, The Shadow, The Sith Prince, he had many name created by rumours and conspiracy theories that had spread throughout the forces like wildfire, his fearsome reputation plucked from thin air but it was nonetheless actuated. Nobody had ever seen him, only those who were specially chosen knew what he looked like and still walked away with their lives.

The Emperor had decided to broaden this circle, Vader did not agree- the smaller the circle the better. The Shadow was known for his ruthlessness, his ability to do the unexpected, he never failed, never leaving any traces. Now he had come of age, the walls of the Palace would no longer be able to hold him-

Behind him the door hissed open, work in the bridge came to an abrupt halt, the only sound was his quiet footsteps echoing around room before they too died out. "Lord Vader ." Came a dead voice from behind.

Lord Vader turned to the figure stood straight behind him, he examined him closely noting every feature, the scars physically and mentally. The Shadow continued, "The Emperor has sent me to gather data concerning the missing plans from you.

"Yes, I know. Come, we must talk in private." He instructed before striding towards one of the private exits. Opening the door led to a corridor, beyond this corridor was Lord Vader's personal chambers. They came to a corridor with a dead end, two doors, one located on each wall, Vader advanced to the one on the left, a gentle sweep of his hand and the door opened to his command.

Inside were the vast quarters that one would expect a Dark Lord to inhibit, the first room was decorated in basic colours: black, white and many shades of grey. It seemed to be living room of sorts, two white couches and two black were arranged in a square around a low lying glass coffee table. Upon the left wall was a door, the right wall mirrored the left. However, the adjacent wall was not so much a wall but a large viewing port which granted passage to the galaxy beyond its reinforced panes.

Vader moved over to the nearby cabinet, he stood with his back to the room, he pulled down his hood allowing his soft locks of brown hair to fall down, those that strayed over his face were pushed back by his hand. He poured two ice glasses of water and returned to the room. He found the young man already settled in one of the black couches, his hood down, his raven robes made it look as if he was melting into the fabric. He handed the youth the glass before pulling a datacard out of his pocket and handing that over as well. "Thank you."

Sitting down on the opposite couch the Lord took a swift sip of the cool liquid before placing it down onto the glass surface.

" You do not agree with this." It was a simple statement that quietly escaped the youth's lips as he played around with the card in his hand.

"You are my son, I do not want to see you in harm's way. "

"Didn't you know that this day would come?"

"I did."

"Then why do you fret now father, after all these years, I am strong enough-" His son leaned forward setting the glass down. "It's because of mother, isn't it?"

The kid always knew, Vader smiled, even after all these years separated, Luke Skywalker, his son could read him as easily as an open datapad. Luke still had memories of his mother, very few though that she was practically a stranger.

"I will not lose you to the rebellion- not as I lost your mother." He looked his son in the eye pushing away the images that resurfaced, bringing back memories of his angle.

"I can look after myself, " Luke reassured, "I promise you that."

"I know you can." Vader smiled then quickly changed the subject, "You have grown much since I last saw you, five years ago."

Luke laughed, "Yeah, I was merely a child then, the Emperor has taught me much in your absence, although I would've much prefered it to have been you who taught me, but this is war."

Vader inclined his head, please that his son understood. "Indeed."

Luke suddenly stood, "Forgive me, but I have been given less than a week to complete this task, I must depart." He bowed and left the room.

Luke left his father's chambers, he had missed his father but being a Sith meant that he could not show how much he had. It was a pity that he had only been able to visit for such a brief span of time, especially after such an extended one. However he had a deadline and the Emperor would not be please if he failed, punishment would be inevitable.

Finding his shuttle in the docking bay he boarded the vessel, he immediately went over to the computer and plugged in the data card. On the screen appeared a list of possible rebel bases and the point of which the Tantive IV had entered hyperspace, it also gave a brief overview of how much rebel activity was happening in each sector. A few minutes later, after analysing the data he came upon the solution, the death star plans were being taken to Tatooine. Imputing the data into the ships he calculated the course. Rising out of the docking bay he turned the ship and vanished into hyperspace, the thrill of the chase upon him.

The presence of his son left him feeling empty and hollow, he had expected a longer visit, but in truth he did not know what to expect of the rest of the visit. There had been no word about his son when he had set off into space five years ago, the Emperor never informed him on Luke's progress only hinted at it, and since Luke Skywalker technically didn't exist he did not hear any news about the youth from other sources. Indeed, he had changed a lot in such a small space of time, thankfully the Emperor had not managed to turn him into a cold hearted Sith just yet.

Sitting down on his plush bed he focused on meditation:

The force crackled around him, sparks of light danced across the vast sea of darkness like lightning forking down from the heavens. It was unusually wild today, thankfully no visions plagued his mind, instead he felt a brutal onslaught of emotions; fear, panic, anger, they were so enriched that he felt nauseated by such force. Words, screams flew past in a whirl trapped in the hurricane of suffering and corruption.

A tsunami lumed on the horizon and charged at him, he was frozen in place, unable to move as the wave smothered him and he began to drown.

Heart racing his eyes flung open as he heaved in oxygen to his aching lungs scorched by the suffocating sensation, the force was warning him, and he would be a fool not to heed its words.

Pulling out of hyperspace the planet of Bandomeer filled the viewport, a planet of two sides, water and land. Once a place of beauty of wonder now reduced to wasteland, littered with strip mines and industrial waste. Having activated the ship's clocking system before pulling out of hyperspace, he edged ever closer to the planet. Settling the craft into a nest of tall rocks he switched off the engines leaving his droid, R2- D2, behind and made his way out.

The planet was barren deprived of rich life, vast deserts stretched out over the land and flowed over the horizon. He could see the rebel base from where he stood perched upon a mountainous rock, it was roughly eight miles away, he would make it before nightfall.

Being alone made his mission a whole lot easier, although it increased the risk highly. If he got trapped in any way there would be no help. However there were advantages: he had no ones back to look out for, other than his own; he could travel at his own pace and it would be much easier to slip silently into the base.

As he came to the outskirts of the rebel base he noticed a large party of men and women crowded around a shuttle, the Tantive IV. A woman was stood at the base of the ramp talking to a tall man, the base's leader no doubt. Though it became quite clear that they weren't planning on staying as men began to load large wooden crates onto the ship, clearly this was just a convenient stop on a route else where.

Ducking down he carefully advanced towards one of the crates, the lid was loose. Being careful not to catch the eye of anyone he he peeled of the lid and snuck inside lowering the wooden plank. He activated his com, "R2?" A chorus of whissels came back.

"I am traveling on a rebel ship, I want you to pilot the ship and follow." The astromech beeped his in acknowledgement, Luke turned off the com.

All of a sudden he felt the box leave the ground, one man mumbled, "This is a little heavy." Using the force the Sith reassured the man that there was nothing to be curious about, he was easily boarded with the rebels none the wiser. When sure that no one was lingering about he climbed out of the crate finding himself in a cargo hold, he refastened the crate lid, looking round he found a ventilation shaft he slipped into it replacing the grate behind him and waited.

Feeling the ship touch down on solid ground he pulled out of his state of meditation, he did not know how long the journey had been but knew that it had given his body rest after the long walk and he now felt fresh and alert. The door swooshed open, Luke watched as men came in before leaving with a large crate between two of them. Shrouding himself in the shadows he watched silently.

Roughly an hour later he was almost certain that everyone had left, no one had entered the cargo hold for ten minutes, doing a quick sweep of the ship with the force he was assured that no one was around and his passage was clear.

Winding his way through the shadows he followed the main group of people around the base till they reached a tall room where the rebels gathered around a small table, there he saw the datacard in the hands of the woman he had seen back on Bandomeer, he now recognised her has Princess Leia Organa. She was talking to an older woman, looking closely he could see a striking similarity between the two. They both had chestnut hair, Leia's was pulled into two buns pinned to either side of her head whilst the others flowed down her back in an intricate braid, dark brown eyes shimmered in the light. Leia wore a white flowing dress, the hood laid down the back; on the other hand the woman wore a white top and pants with white knee high boots. They could me mother and daughter, but he knew what Organa's mother looked like, and he was positive that this woman was not her.

He quickly dismissed it as Leia handed the datacard over to the woman. There was no more time, he had to act now, the rebels could not know about the plans of the Death Star. Acting now would mean that he would be disobeying the orders of his master who had specifically instructed that he was to go unnoticed, that this was a simple find and retrieve mission. Regardless he did not want to feel the wrath of the Emperor if he were to be told that the Rebels knew the plans, calculating the outcomes he took the one that would lead to less pain. Letting the cloak of darkness fall from around him he stepped out of the shadows and into the light.

Saying nothing at first he merely watched as the rebels panicked, pulling blasters upon him. Not even batting an eyelid, Luke stood static. "If you would hand that datacard over, I promise you all a quick and swift death." Luke smoothly threatened.

The elder woman of the two Luke had noted stepped forward pushing the other behind her, clearly there was a strong bond between them, "Do you think we will just hand these plans over to you, and accept death?"

"Yes." They stood there dumbfounded, he sighed 'such futile beings' he thought silently.

"We will die first!" Came the younger one.

"That was the idea." He grinned unhooking his lightsaber from his belt, these people were dead anyway so it mattered very little that they saw what he was.

"Who are you?" A male voice questioned, he turned to find a Mon Calamari.

"Ah, Admiral Ackbar- I have many stories about you."

"Oh yeh?"

"Yes, many- but I'm not here to inflate your ego, I'm only here for that." He pointed to the datacard with the hilt of his blade. This made the rebels ever more skittish.

"Who are you?" The elder woman demanded.

"Not important, but I am curious to who you are." His eyes narrowed.

"Sorry the information is classified."

"Me too!" Luke laughed in a childish manner, "Oh well, what can I call you then?"

"The General."

"Very well...General, you may call me the Sith Prince." He gave a mocking bow, as many gasped. "Now hand over the datacard, or I will be forced to take them by… other means."

The general laughed, "I was hoping for that answer." Luke replied as he ignited his blood red blade and slowly began to close the distance between himself and the enemy. A sea of blaster bolts made haste towards him, he held out his hand, palm forward and froze them in place before pushing them back to the enemy, many fell.

There was a frantic dash as the General and Leia moved back into the folds of men, only for them to fall at a stroke of Luke's blade. Spawning like pests they came back time and time again, Luke had to admit that he could not strike them down as quickly as the reformed. By the time his patience had worn through they were outside, now there was enough space to unleash his true power. Clipping his saber to his belt he held out his hand creating a wall of red bolts frozen in place, he held out the other closing his eyes he drew the force around him.

Round after round the rebels emptied their blasters only for the shits to become trapped in an invisible field around the shadowed figure creating a hissing, deadly ring around him. All of a sudden a large burst of energy multiple times more powerful than an EMP was emitted from the Sith. It knocked many to the ground, causing all that remained upright to stumble back a few paces, Luke's hood came down in the process.

Unaware of this Luke looked down to datacard in his hand, he had called it to him when the General had lost her grip on it. As he slipped it into his pocket he heard someone whisper a word that caused him to take a sharp intake of breath and his head to snap up, "Luke."

I hope you enjoyed this chapter-

I shall try to have the next chapter up soon.

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