Hello, my story is set at the point when the Emperor tells Darth Vader that he believes the rebel pilot is the son of Anakin. In the middle of The Emperor Strikes Back. Its an AU, an idea I had of how things could have gone. Its not very long, but there are afew chapters.
Reviews are always appreciated.
I do not own Star Wars, all rights reserved to its rightful owners. No animals were harmed in the making of this story. Etc. Ect.
And with that we are ready to begin our story;
A long time ago,
In a galaxy far far away...
Darth Vader starred up at the Emperor as he felt his world shatter around him. He held his shields up firmly around his mind allowing no access for the man before him. He watched as the Emperor spoke telling him to go out and kill his son. The person he had been told was dead.
Had died years ago with his wife.
Because of him.
He had been told that he had killed his wife and unborn child along with her in a burst of anger. And he had been told this by the man before him.
His Master and Emperor.
But now as he looked upon his 'Master' he felt nothing but betrayal. He had lied to him. He had lead him to believe that he was alone in life. His family destroyed. And he had believed him. But now he saw that he had been manipulated. Like so many others. He could never trust this man again. He could badly even look on him in this moment. He longed to look away to block him out. To push him from his mind and life. But he did what was expected of him. He listened vaguely to his 'Master' and spoke at the appropriate times. And when his 'Master' was done he bowed his head in respect and waited for the communicator to cut out. Once it did Vader got to his feel slowly and walked into his Hiperventalation chamber. He sat down and closed the chamber around him, finally truly alone. He took his mask off and breathed in the air to his lungs. The air soothed him. He closed his eyes and feel into meditation. Thinking on all his 'Master' had revealed to him.
He had a son.
A real live son.
A peace of Padme.
And he was to find his son, and either turn him to the dark side of the force, or kill him.
He could never kill his own son. To him he would be killing Padme all over again. His son was just as much hers as his. He couldn't go through with it. He could never harm his own child. He had always wanted a true family. And now that he had a peace of one he wasn't going to be the one to destroy it.
Yet what could he do? If his child, Luke as he had learned the name of the rebel pilot, couldn't be turned he would be forced to kill him. And even if he refused to kill him himself then the Emperor would just do it himself. He had no options available to him. He has to do as the traitor Emperor wished.
Vader felt defeated as he continued to meditate. There was nothing he wanted more then to leave the Emperor. To find his son, and make up for lost time. The Emperor had lied to him. Had made him believe a fake story, and used him in the process. Vader could no longer loyally serve the man. He couldn't stand before him acting the ever loyal servant. He had lost all faith in the man. He wanted to kill him. To put an end to his tortuous ways. To rid the galaxy of this vile and evil man. He wanted to keep his son safe. And out of harms way. He could not allow his son to become what he had. A servant. A slave.
But how? He knew that defeating the Emperor would be a difficult task. He had many guards with him at all times. They would only make the job more difficult. But Vader was confident in his powers. Confident that in a battle against Sidious he could defeat him. Yet Vader felt a tug at his conscious. He wasn't sure that ruling the galaxy was what he wanted. At this point all he wanted was to get away from Sidious and find his son. He no longer had a craving for power. He was sick of the politics. He had always hated politicians anyways.
It was then that Vader heard the voice. It was quiet yet familiar.
"Anakin." Vader reached towards the voice, pulled by the comfort it offered.
"Anakin. Welcome back."