Chapter II
"Bantha crap," swore Obi-Wan from the tree line. He shook his translucent head as he watched Luke hold his three best friends hostage with the Force.
Yoda stood beside him, silent.
"Keeping the truth, wise was not," said the small green alien. "Consequences, dire are they."
Obi-Wan glared at Yoda.
"You do know that keeping the truth hidden was in fact your idea?"
"My mistake, that was."
"Clearly."
Yoda looked thoughtful.
"If turned to the Dark Side, Skywalker has, then help him, we cannot."
"Then what can we do, Master Yoda?" Asked Obi-Wan. "We can't bring his father back to life, can we? We are powerless. The galaxy will fall."
"Too much like Anakin, Luke Skywalker is. But bring back the father, perhaps we can," replied Yoda slowly. "Know of a way to separate from the Force, Qui-Gon Jinn does."
Obi-Wan spun his head to look at Yoda. "How?"
"To return from the Force, pure of heart, you must have. Required, a mission is."
Obi-Wan looked thoughtful. Anakin would want a chance to redeem himself further. He would want to be with his son, even though his son had turned into a ruthless ruler of the galaxy.
Unbeknownst to the two Jedi Masters, Anakin was in fact standing on the other side of the clearing, watching the events fold out. There were tears in his eyes, and pain as well.
How could he possibly help his son? The son who had brought him back to the light, who had saved his very soul? How could that pure-hearted man been turned into this monster? How?
Anakin didn't know, but he vowed to himself, if he could, he would be his son's saviour, just as his son had been his.
Leia, Han, Lando, and Chewie were being held by the Force. They couldn't move. They watched as the celebration grew silent at Luke's revelation.
Then, there was utter chaos.
"Well, what are we wait—"
"Kill him!"
"Traitor!"
Luke silenced the entire crowd with a wave of his hand.
"You will all be brought upon the Executor, which is currently about to drop out of hyperspace right above this moon."
As per Luke's words, they saw Vader's flagship appear in the sky. Even from the ground, you could see the shining hull of the magnificent starship. Then, they saw shuttles departing from the huge ship, heading right towards them.
No one could make a sound as Stormtroopers dropped from the shuttles and surrounded the clearing, awaiting orders.
"Load the Rebels onto the shuttles," Luke commanded. "Search them for weapons and dispose of any you find."
The Stormtroopers sprung into action immediately. Luke let his friends go, staring at them all coldly as they were shoved none too gently into the shuttles that had just set down on the side of the clearing. Luke waved over the Commander, who was standing beside one of the shuttles, watching the procession and occasionally barking out an order.
"Commander, continue loading the prisoners. I am taking one of the shuttles back up to the Executor," Luke ordered. The Commander raised his hand to his helmet and left with a brief "Yes, Sir."
Luke then slipped into the fray, heading towards the shuttles. He boarded one of the still-empty ones and started up the lift-off sequence. Looking back down at the moon of Endor one more time, young Skywalker flew the shuttle back to the Executor.
Leia Organa's face remained stoic the entire time. She silently allowed herself to be led onto one of the shuttles by the troopers. She remained calm, but on the inside, she was a mess.
How could Luke do this? Was this even Luke? Where was her friend? What had happened on the Death Star?
Questions surged through Leia's mind, but answers were not given. She watched the shuttle fill up, and when it did, the troopers went to the front and started up the ship. Leia stayed silent, while all of the other members of the Alliance talked and argued in hushed tones. She saw Mothma at the other end of the shuttle, and the two locked eyes for a moment, but then Leia looked away. She knew that Mothma knew that she and Luke were close. She knew Mothma wanted to ask, how could you let this happen? But Leia didn't know how this had happened in the first place, what events had led to Luke's massive change.
She looked around and noticed that the troopers had put the Alliance High Command on one shuttle. From her position, Leia could spot Admiral Akbar, Mon Mothma, Madine, and others. Glancing to the floor, Leia felt her eyes water. She quickly wiped the forming tears with her hand and closed her eyes, trying to calm her rapid heartbeat. Not even an hour ago they were all celebrating the end of the war and the destruction of the Empire.
Now, Leia realized that they had just fallen into something much, much worse.
Looking back up, she noticed that Mon Mothma had made her way over to Leia and now stood beside her. Meeting Mothma's eyes, Leia saw that they reflected her own. Scared and confused. They stood in silence for a while, still, as the other occupants of the shuttle slowly quieted down and accepted their fate, as clearly talking wouldn't do much now.
"Why would you think that Skywalker would do this?" Mothma finally said, looking to Leia. Leia didn't know how to answer.
"I don't know," she answered truthfully, purposely ignoring the fact that she had heard Luke say that he was apparently the son of Vader. "Everything seemed fine when we sent him off on that mission, so I'm assuming that something big had happened on the Death Star."
"Well whatever it was," Mothma pondered, her lips pursed. "It must have been severe. Skywalker was one of the most level-headed people I knew. Something that could change him like that, I'm almost afraid to wonder what it could have been."
Leia nodded, averting her eyes.
"Excuse me," she whispered to Mothma before slipping away from the rebel leader and back into the crowd.
Luke stood in his father's quarters on the Executor. They were pretty bare, with the occasional data pad lying on the desk, or a maybe a holo of some important Imperial recording. Walking around, Luke came to the large pod stood in a strategically-placed crook in the wall. Running his hands along the smooth surface, the name of the strange structure came to Luke. Hyperbaric chamber. The only place where his father could breathe freely. Luke couldn't help but wonder, how was his father injured? No one would choose to be in that suit on purpose. Ben had said that Vader had been more machine than man, but how had that come to be?
Luke roughly shoved the thoughts from his mind. His father was dead, and it was his fault. Well, he supposed it was also Ben Kenobi's, as he had told Luke that Vader had 'betrayed and murdered' his father. Suddenly, he felt a strong hate for the old Jedi Master. He had lied straight to Luke's face about his father, and it had led to his death.
Luke turned away from the pod and went to the viewport. He felt his anger for Kenobi rising and bristling, as if his feelings were a mad beast, stalking its prey. Luke closed his eyes.
This would do him no good.
He needed to let his anger out.
Someone was going to die.
Something told Luke that no, he shouldn't, but Luke wasn't one to follow rules. He was much like his father in that respect. He was above rules. A memory surfaced in the recesses of Luke's mind. He tried to push it back, push it away, but the memory was more powerful. It overtook him, and Luke's vision changed.
He was at the Lars homestead on Tatooine. More specifically, the garage. Owen had specifically told him that he was not allowed to work on his speeder after lights' out, but Luke had snuck into the garage anyway as soon as Owen had retired to his and Beru's room. Earlier that day, Luke had bought the speed capacitor that he'd been saving up for ages to buy, and he was far too excited to go to bed without installing it first.
So he'd snuck out and now he was sitting quietly on the garage floor with the capacitor and a wrench, his speeder in front of him.
Suddenly, the wrench fell out of his grasp and clanged against the side of the speeder.
Luke let out a string of curses at the loud noise and was about to pick up the wrench when the main lights in the garage flickered on. Oh, he was so screwed.
"Luke," said Owen sternly, but a tad exasperatedly . "What have I told you about working on the speeder during lights' out?"
Luke stood up and looked to the ground.
"Sorry Uncle Owen," he said dejectedly. Owen sighed.
"You are so much like your father," he said, shaking his head. "You Skywalker's never follow the rules."
Thrown back to the present, Luke shook his head. He hated himself. How could he have not seen it? How had he been so blind?
His own father…
Luke's expression was solemn, his fists clenched.
He was a monster.
Unknown to Luke, Anakin Skywalker's Force-ghost stood in a corner of the room he had spent the most of two decades in. Sadly, he couldn't show himself to his son, for his son was too engulfed by the Dark, and Anakin was powerless against his mind blocks. So the father could only stand in agony as the son went deeper and deeper into the Dark Side that had plagued his own life for more than twenty years.
The memories of his own crimes against the galaxy haunted Anakin, and he knew that they would never leave him, even in death. He couldn't let this become his son's fate, he wouldn't! He would find a way to save him, he would, for this was the one thing that he had done right. His son was the most important person to him in the galaxy. He was hers, and his, and he was the most beautiful and precious thing that Anakin had ever set eyes upon.
And he would be the Jedi that Anakin couldn't be.
Luke Skywalker would be of the Light.
Anakin would make sure it was so, for if it wasn't, there would be no worse punishment than watching his son make all the mistakes he had.
For if it wasn't, then it would be a nightmare worse than death itself.
A/N
Please leave a review if you enjoyed! Also I don't have a beta, so constructive criticism is also okay. Anyway, hopefully the next chapter will be up within the week. I'm hoping to have weekly updates, but most likely I'll just update whenever I've got the opportunity. Also, I do know that the chapters aren't that long, but they will probably increase in length as I get more into the story, so don't worry.