Author's Note
Hi guys! I'm back with another story. I know it's been quite a while since a last posted anything and I apologise. I just have not have had much time to plan a story. Now that school's over, I'll post a lot more.Hope you like it and make sure to leave a review after reading!
Luke cracked open his eyelids as a soft groan escaped his dry lips. His vision was slightly fuzzy and he could feel a headache coming soon. He tried to sit up and ended up leaning against the headboard of the bed as a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him.
Speaking of the bed, he had to admit the softness of the its surface marveled him. The mattress seemed to cradled his body like a cloud would. The sheets were made of some kind beautiful silk and soothed his skin as though to gently lull him back into his slumber.
This was definitely not the Rebel barracks.
Luke's gaze swept the room and his suspicions were confirmed at once. A wine colored carpet lay on the fine polished floor and the wall were a dull grey, making him feel a little sick. He even caught sight of a desk, a computer, a few leather armchairs and surprisingly a holo-net set.
Where was he?
Luke kicked off his covers, inwardly missing the warm comfort, and carefully slid his bare feet on to the cold surface of the floor. His legs began to shake and Luke's hand shot out to the headboard for support. A few seconds later, he let out a sigh of relief when he regained his balance independently.
He took a few small hesitant steps towards two doors that he saw. He opened the first one and gasped when he saw that it was a refresher... but not just any refresher.
This one was equipped with a bath tub and Luke could not control his excitement at the sight of a hydro shower. Having have lived on a dessert planet for his entire life and bathing using sonics with the Rebels, Luke was struck with awe at the mere thought at the waste of water.
The next door was a full walk-in closet. What amazed him more was when he noticed that it consisted of the type of clothing that screamed credits at him, the type you'd give someone if you wanted something really big from them. Luke's hand shook as he reached for one of the clothing that was the closest to him.
He could not suppress the awe he felt when his fingers traced the jewels attached to what he realised was some fancy type of suit. His eyes widened as he studied the rest of the breathtaking content of the closet and noticed something peculiar.
All of these clothing appeared to be his size... Were...were they for him?
It was then when Luke noticed that he was clad in what looked like to be a prince's sleepwear, made out of intricate and beautiful fabric and caressed his skin like nothing he had ever seen.
Ignoring the embarrassment at being dressed while he was unconscious, he could feel the uneasy feeling of dread build up at the pit of his stomach.
He could not... be with the Imperials could he?
The previous memories rushed into his mind, almost overwhelming him. He remembered now. He remembered everything. He remembered going into battle... his X-wing... it had been malfunctioning and the damage the battle had caused had only made it worse. The damage had been so severe that he could no longer control it and then he had begun to cling tightly to the controls as...
it crashed.
After he had crashed... there must have been someone who had found him! The uneasy feeling in his stomach grew when a cold possibility sank in.
Why did he have a feeling that the person who had found him was not one of the Rebels?
Could he have been found by an Imperial? No Rebel would just waste the Rebellions funds on a suite like this! Luke began to turn pale at the thought of that.
He had been captured! An Imperial had found him in the wreckage at the X-wing.
Luke's gaze landed on to his skin. There wasn't even a single scratch on it. He was not hanging on a wall in a cell but instead here!
In all Luke's years serving the Alliance, there had only one Imperial that had been nothing but obsessed with him for years.
No...
No! No! No!
It couldn't be Vader! It just couldn't! Luke wanted to scream in denial, to throw away those thoughts like they were trash!
It was too soon! He was not ready to face him yet!
It was then when the main doors to his quarters slid open with a soft hiss. Luke's eyes widened in horror and he almost let out a startled gasp when the familliar rhythm of a respirator reached his ears.
Taking a deep breath, Luke turned around and saw, standing there, looking as menacing as ever, was Darth Vader. The dramatic cape and mask which Luke resented so much was in view. Luke raised his chin defiantly and glared at the Sith Lord.
"Vader", Luke spat, wishing he could just hurl that man out of his sight.
"Son", Vader said as though it was a greeting.
"I am not your son!" Luke exploded. Somehow he could almost feel the man flinch.
"I see you have not accepted the truth yet", Vader stated.
"What do you mean truth? I think you mean lies. My father was and will always be Anakin Skywalker, not-" Luke gestured at Vader. "this".
'Anakin Skywalker", Vader said the name as though it was a curse. "was a weak foolish man who failed everyone in his life!"
"I'd prefer him a lot more than a father who cuts off his child's hand!" Luke shouted, lifting up his artificial hand.
"Son", Vader's baritone voice became quiet. "I understand you still resent me for that regrettable accident-"
Luke cut him off. "Is that all you can say about this-" he pointed at his artificial hand. "When I was younger, I don't think I ever imagined that by own father would cut off my hand!"
"You abandoned me, you left me on Tatooine after you probably killed my mother, just to rule the galaxy with Palpatine!" Luke yelled and Vader could have sworn he had seen moisture forming in his son's eyes.
Was that what his son had thought? How dare Kenobi? How dare he? "I was not aware of your existence! I thought your mother had died before you were even born!"
"Sometimes I even wondered what in the galaxy did mother see in you", Luke muttered under his breath just loud enough for Vader to hear. "You might have forced-"
Realising what his son was going to say, Vader's blood boiled. "Enough! I loved her! If you ever say such an insulting thing like that again, I will-"
"You will what?" Luke interupted. "Strangle me like you strangled my mother?"
Those words were enough to spark Vader's rage. All he could see was red and anger traced every thought in his mind.
Before Vader knew what was going on, Luke was flung roughly to the corner of the bedroom. Vader heard a soft thud as Luke's head slammed against the wall.
Vader just stood there, frozen, startled. Cold realization sank into him. A single sentence whispering through his thoughts.
What have I done?
Author's Notes
The next update will come soon. Please leave a review so I know what you think about it. By the way, the effects will be shown in later chapters.