Full summary:
After Obi-one left Luke with Owen and Beru they made a hard decision and decided to give Luke up, sending him to an orphanage after he turned 2. Now after 18 years Luke is on his own on Corusant. But what happens when the rogue encounters a certain sith lord?
"Another rainy day..." Luke grumbled to himself as he stalked the darkened streets of down town. Luke hated rain, it was cold whet and hard to get his clothes and his blonde hair dry again. Not that it would be of much use, his current living conditions had a few leaks if he were to address the situation lightly.
He didn't care much for Corusant, ever since he landed here on that smugglers ship he had been stuck trying to survive and stay out of the hands of imperial forces, after some guy told them he stole from him for crying out loud! He sighed, a common occurrence for him, and stopped in his step, balling his fists. It was just unfair, he hadn't asked to be sent away, he hadn't asked to be sent to this planet, where just everything seemed both corrupted and just evil. If he could only change it.
Giving up on finding any scraps of food Luke decided to go make his way to his 'home', it couldn't become worse, or could it?
It was quiet on the Executor, too quiet almost. There hung an almost deadly silence among it's halls and the crew made sure to be quiet. For their lord and master Darth Vader was meditating and who would dare interrupt him? Who would want to face his infamous rage?
No, they would not disturb him, now would be one of the most dangerous times to disturb him. After all he had been forced to stay in orbit of Corusant by the emperor himself. Now Vader obviously couldn't deny his request but he was certainly displeased. The death count could be counted to 3 officers and 13 stormtroopers. Which was low for his standards so everyone was avoiding the lord as much as they could.
In lord Vader's personal meditation chamber, he let out a deep breath, well he would if his voice modulator would allow it. His master was obviously up to something and he couldn't quite pinpoint what which infuriated him to no end. He balled his fists as he remembered that he was on the tail of the rebels when the emperor called him, he almost had those death star plans back, yet his master had been adamant that he had to come to Corusant while he did.
Vader growled again and sent a force wave through his chambers sending numerous objects flying and ultimately hitting the wall. He didn't like being the one who wasn't in control, but right now he was, and he would always be his master's slave.
Vader closed his eyes and attempted to meditate on the situation, to find out what his master's plans were for him. Slowly and cautiously reaching out into the force, he reached to Corusant, being very vigilant not to get stuck in the force surrounding all the people in the city's on there, and went to search for his master's energy.
He stopped though when he came across another energy, an almost familiar presence in the force. Frowning Vader reached towards it, trying to find out who it belonged to. The presence was powerful, this boy was powerful. Vader almost smirked gaining an idea, if this boy could be trained by him he could become a powerful ally, and his ticket to the throne. Going closer the presence Vader suddenly stopped, shocked.
No, it couldn't be. He thought to himself as he reached in closer, an image from his past emerging. Padmé… But it couldn't be her, it felt distinctly different, yet it felt a bit like hers, soft, stubborn and powerful. Vader growled as all the objects in his room started to rattle and shake.
It obviously wasn't Padmé, but her child, now that was possible. As that realization came to him Vader sent out another furious force wave, destroying all that wasn't destroyed in the last one. This meant Padmé would have been alive to give birth to his child, that Palpatine had lied to him!
Deciding to calm himself down, Vader took a deep breath, it didn't matter right now, what mattered was that his child was alive, his son, was alive. Now he had to make sure he stayed that way. Reaching again to his son he went to see what his condition was through the force. He frowned again, his son lived on the streets of some poor neighborhood, he was hungry and injured from previous encounters with the empire.
This gave Vader's flames of passion even more fuel, Palpatine had probably known about his son and had decided not to tell him a thing about it, giving him more reasons to kill him.
Vader gasped suddenly as his son reached back to him, a faint but very noticeable presence touching his mind. Vader instantly reached towards it, almost desperate to connect with his son, the last remnants of Padmé.
But as soon as he did, the presence of his son disappeared again from his mind. To which Vader let out an angered sigh, giving up for now, deciding his energy would be better spent on finding his son on the planet surface.
Getting up Vader walked out of his chambers, a plan unfolding in his mind. He still sensed his son and with a sensation he hadn't felt in almost two decades he vowed something through the force, he was going to find his son and defeat the emperor.
-Authors note-
Hey everyone that read this first chapter, this is the first time I have ever written Star Wars fanfics, I hope you guys enjoyed it, if so please leave a comment on how to maybe improve it and if I'm not making everything too occ. Thanks for reading!
ShadouOkami out!
