Author's Note: Chapter 1.
"Jixton!" Vader barked.
I ran in and saluted.
"Yeah, Uncle D?"
He sighed, and I resisted the urge to smirk. He hated it when I called him that, and I loved being cheeky to him, though only top a certain extent.
His son I may be, but Darth Vader could only be pushed so far, even by a blood relative.
"Nar Shaddaa is your next destination. Find Rahm Kota and kill him."
"You got it, Uncle D."
I packed and left in my shuttle, the Guardian, after Obi-Wan 'Ben' Kenobi, who had been my guardian nineteen years, until my father killed him.
My mind takes me back to how I came into my father's care, and how I still protect Luke and Leia from him.
Burning pain in my shoulder, and I was thrown to the ground, my vision failing.
"Cas!"
"Leave him, kid! There's not time!" Han Solo shouted at my brother.
I was dimly aware of the Millennium Falcon leaving.
Then I heard steps all around me.
"Lord Vader, we have a live one," said a storm trooper.
"Bring him to me," came a frightening, somewhat mechanical, baritone.
My vision returned as I was dragged to the hulking black form of Darth Vader.
"Are you Kenobi's apprentice."
I spat at him.
He slapped me.
Good Force, his hand must be metal!
"Tell me who you are, and I may spare your life."
"Cas Taylor Skywalker, son of Anakin Skywalker, whom you murdered."
He stared at me, unmoving.
"Take him away, but do not harm him."
I shook my head, bringing myself back to the present.
Vader's reveal as my father had been reacted to as expected.
"Noooo!"
Even so, I'd come to accept to truth, and slowly we learned to adjust and adapt to each other. Now, we were bonded. We still butted heads, more often than not, but that was because I was just as stubborn in most of my ways as he was in his.
We make it work most of time, but we still have a long way to go.
End note: This will be updated at varying rates like my other stories have been lately.