I do not own Star Wars. Suitless Vader fic.

Luke paused and looked up to the cloaked man that stood before Obi-Wan. He probably shouldn't have, but a strange impulse seemed to have taken control of him. It was obviously the Force.

Because no-one wanted to linger around Vader.

He watched Vader turn his shadowed face towards the young moisture farmer.

"This cloak is rather burdensome," the Terror of the Galaxy muttered, but somehow, Luke had heard him perfectly.

Yet another mystery, Luke thought.

A gloved hand appeared and grasped the chain that held the cloak together. Vader undid the clasp and the cloak and hood fell to the ground.

The boy gasped. Suddenly, he knew. He knew everything.

He felt a mind trying to tug the revelation out of him, trying to make him forget what he would always remember. He staggered under the attack. Blackness began to crowd his vision. Just before it overtook him completely, he cried out one word. One last desperate plea for help.

Father.

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