I, the author writing under the pseudonym ProngsandI, in no way own or take credit for the work of George Lucas, especially as it applies to the Star Wars saga. All Characters, locations and references to the original plot-line of the books and movies belongs to George Lucas.
I stood on the bridge of the Executor contemplating the information the past few weeks had revealed.
The rebels had disappeared, there was rumoured to be a Jedi hiding on Ord Mantell and I have a son.
A fully-grown son and a rebel to boot. A rebel leader apparently.
I'd heard about this thing called teenage rebellion but I think that this is just too literal to be called the same thing.
Stealing your father's speeder or swoop bike to go on a joy ride? Ya sure, typical teenage rebellion. Taking your fathers blaster to hunt womp rats? Again, normal and expected. Blowing up your father's 7.3 trillion credit Death Star?
No that's a whole new level of rebellion.
Much less personal…although, I don't think that he even knows that I'm his father.
Honestly, sure as a father, I was extremely proud of his piloting skills (all inherited) but as a Dark Lord of the Sith? Ya, not so much.
I swear, if-no-when I find that boy-my boy, he is grounded for life. No, that's not long enough.
He is grounded till I revoke my allegiance to the Sith to return to the Jedi.
I walked off the bridge signalling to Piett that he was in command before walking to my chambers chuckling all the way.
Ya right, like that would ever happen.