The Millennium Falcon was brought on board via the tractor beam, Leia, Han, Chewbacca were taken into custody, "Darth Vader, please don't hurt him. He has just recovered from his injuries." Leia pleaded. As Luke was brought into medical bay, he awoke. "Where am I?"
"You are aboard the Executor, Lord Vader's Flagship; I am his personal physician, Dr. Hayden. How are we feeling?"
"Confused and tired, why am I here?"
Before the doctor could answer, Luke fell asleep.
As soon as Lord Vader's duties permitted he headed to medical bay to speak with his physician. "How is the boy?" the Dark Lord intoned.
"Still recovering from hypothermia, it seems that they just freshly pulled him from the tank. He is also confused as to why he is here, but I didn't give him any answers, milord."
"Thank you, I must prepare some quarters and I will return."
Luke awoke several hours later and found that he was wearing a light blue hospital gown that tied in the back where a rather detailed view of his rear-end could be seen if he didn't keep it closed. He saw a bountiful tray of fresh fruit and a large steaming cup of hot chocolate. Luke smiled as he ate, the nourishment giving him strength and filling his stomach. As soon as he finished, he heard a strange haunting breathing that seemed to fill the room of dread, and he leapt from the bed as the tall formidable figure of Darth Vader filled the small room. Luke screamed and soon realized how unmanly it seemed and instead turned on the defense, "What do you want!" he angrily questioned.
"For you to calm down, boy, you are still recovering from your injuries, young one."
Luke glared at the masked man and found himself unable to disobey, he was confused, was this some sort of trick?
"Get back to bed, before you catch a cold." Luke struggled to remain standing but found that he couldn't remain defiant; he was destined to obey this man, why? He hated Darth Vader, the man murdered his father! Yet, Luke leapt into bed and watched incredulously as Lord Vader settled the blanket over him.
"Why do you care if I catch a cold, Lord Vader? Or do you want me perfectly healthy before you start breaking me and torturing me?"
"You will remain healthy, unless you choose to defy me, young one."
"I wouldn't dream of it." Luke replied sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.
"I will return shortly, be prepared to leave. You will wear these." Luke noticed the package at the end of the bed. After the Dark Lord left, Luke jumped into the shower and allowed the soothing hot water run over his sore muscles.
When he swathed the towel around his slim waist he opened up the package to find an old fashioned set of Jedi robes, these were familiar in some of the holo's he saw of the old Republic, the only difference is that these were solid black, he remembered a video he saw when he was kid, a Jedi with moniker of "Hero of No Fear," was dressed similarly in black robes. He was a very tall Jedi with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. "Mm, maybe Vader liked him or something, but why would a Sith want me to dress like a Jedi?"
"Boy, hurry up, I don't have all day."
Luke unable to resist the orders of the Dark Lord quickly dressed. Luke didn't like this at all.
"Where are my friends?" Luke asked as his concern mounted.
"They are safe."
Luke was chilled as Lord Vader approached him and helped him with some finishing touches. "It is obvious that you have not been trained on how to dress, either."
Luke sighed as he rolled his eyes, "Well excuse me, I'm not used to wearing all these clothes."
"You will be grateful for the warmth they provide and you will show your appreciation by thanking me."
Luke struggled and gasped as the order became louder and more insistent that he obey, "Okay, thank you!" Luke exclaimed, sighing in relief that the voice had ended.
"You are acting very strange; perhaps you need some time to contemplate your situation alone."
"No, that's quite all right."
"Follow me." Luke once again found his feet unable to disobey the Dark Lord's commands.
