Prologue: When things go wrong, BADLY!
Lightsabers clashed together as Luke ducked just in time to avoid Vader's lightsaber's hot, blazing blade from slicing him half. He reversed towards thin sensor bridge behind him and was stepping to it, when Vader make it through Luke's defence and cut through his wrist. Luke shrieked in pain and raked for the nearest firm spot with his left hand. He grasped to sensor bar behind him and reversed carefully to end of the thin bridge.
"Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father." Vader stated pompously as he approached Luke.
"He told me enough! He told me you killed him!" Luke yelled back.
"No, Luke. I am your father."
"No. No, that's impossible." Luke said sceptically.
"Search your feelings and you'll know it's true."
Luke watched downwards and decided that it was better die than turn to dark side. He leaned backwards and loosed his grip from the bar. The last sound that echoed in the abyss was Luke's desperate scream.
"No!" Luke suddenly woke up.
"It was just a dream, it was just a dream, it was just a dream, it was…" Luke repeated aloud, trying to calm himself down. But it wasn't a dream. It had been the most horrible moment of Luke's life. He rose from his bed and looked out from window. It's a beautiful sunrise, isn't it? he thought, until he realised that it was almost midday already – and the glow came from north. He grabbed his macrobinoculars from table and looked towards glowing, red horizon with them. Luke was shocked by what he saw, and he almost dropped the binoculars from his hands. He couldn't believe his eyes. The Empire had attacked to the base. But… An alert wasn't on. That meant that there were spies in the base. But at that moment, it wasn't Luke's concern. Now he just had to get out of the base. Luke just took his helmet and was storming out of the room, when he noticed his comlink beeping on table. He took it and answered.
"Skywalker."
"Luke, where in the hell are you! We are supposed to be far away from here!"
"I'm sorry, Wedge, but I just woke up. The alert has gone off here."
"Get your ass over here. I told your droid to warm up the engines of your X-wing and prepare for takeoff."
The line clicked silent and Luke took again his helmet from table and opened the door of his room. At the same moment he leaped to left barely avoiding the lasershot from hitting to his head, and instead it hit the wall behind Luke.
Damn it! Luke cursed in his mind and kicked the door to close it, broke the window and jumped out. He ran to the hangar and stepped in. It was silent in the hangar, except small humming coming from the pre-warmed engines of Luke's X-wing. He walked to his ship and climbed ladders up to cockpit. He had just dropped himself to the cockpit when he heard a laser pistol going off above him. Luke smacked a button to close the canopy, secured his harnesses and turned on repulsion lift. He lifted the fighter into air and flied out from hangar.
Luke sighed in relief, because there were no Empire's TIE-fighters in the atmosphere, but when he rose to space, he was amazed; there were no ships inside Dantooine's gravity shaft, no Empire's or Alliance's. While Luke calmed down and told Artoo to count the shortest hyperspace jump to rendezvous point, he's left shoulder suddenly started to ache. Badly. He had not time to think about it, because Artoo had the coordinates already. Luke pulled the hyperdrive slide toward him and stars reached into streaks around his fighter.
Now when Luke was finally safe, he could check, what had caused the ache on his shoulder. Thought, he just had to take a small look at his shoulder to figure out what was wrong. Luke winced; he had a nasty hole in his left shoulder - caused by a blaster shot -, which bled heavily. Luke quickly had to figure out how to stop the wound from bleeding, or he would bleed to death really fast.
"Artoo, what kind of first-aid kit do we have here?" he asked.
Artoo's whistle didn't sound very promising, and Luke forgot even his last hope of patching the wound, when he read translation from a small screen.
"Well, then we just have to do something else."
Luke sighed, closed his eyes and sent a silent plea for help, what carried all the way to the other end of the galaxy. Luke's vision started to become fuzzy and he realized that he was going to pass out, but he still had enough time to hear Artoo's anxious scream before he fell to unconscious.
Author's note:
So, this is my first English story. Later chapters are going to be as "short" as this is, so I try to update this every time I get a chapter translated(yeah, I have to translate this from Finnish to English, because I originally wroted this on Finnish). I hope you liked this chapter.
Oops, I just noticed that this text looks a lot more solid here than in MS Word. Just complain to me if it's too solid...