A.N. Thx for the comments! Leia isn't a Jedi, she does have Force potential, but she has never had any actual training, so if she does have any Force resistance, she probably doesn't right now.

"Luke?"

Luke started. "Leia?" he asked warily, turning to face her.

"Luke…," she trailed of, confusion flickering through the Force and across her face. She locked eyes with him, frowning slightly. "What happened? Your eyes…."

Luke twitched, his hands automatically coming up to shade his eyes, surprised she could see its off color in the darkened room. "What is it?" he asked her nervously, waiting for the accusations to come.

But Leia merely shrugged, "The color… it… changed." She paused, and rubbed her forehead, "Maybe I'm just tired," she suggested to no one in particular.

Luke dropped his hand and gave her a small grin. "Go to bed," he said, reinforcing the suggestion with the Force, and she gave a sleepy smile.

"I'm going to go to bed," she stated blankly, turning around and marching off to the hallway. Luke sighed. This really was too easy. Although he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this up. He certainly couldn't manipulate their emotions each time they grew suspicious- his earlier command had taken quite a bit of energy and he was starting to feel rather drowsy himself. His body felt depleted, hungry for the energy that it had lost, needing sleep or rest to replenish it.

"Luke?"

Luke groaned. "Hello, Lando," he said tiredly. "Go to bed, Lando," he said, the last of his energy leaving him in a burst of Force power.

"Right," Lando yawned, turning around and exiting the room.

Luke yawned himself, and scanned the room, coming to the headless figure of Nies. "What are we going to do with you?" he murmured.

Dragging her body out of the shop had been no easy task- especially with Luke's sudden lack of energy. It had been even harder to pull her through the backstreets and deposit her body (and head) behind a run-down speeder bike. Luke tried to summon the Force-lightning in an attempt to blow up the bike- thus damaging her body beyond recognition, but he was so completely drained that he couldn't even conjure up a single spark.

Luke moaned, and examined the site. The body was adequately covered, but if someone came for the bike she would soon be found. Luke finally decided that this was about as good as he could manage at the moment and turned to walk back to the shop, only to be blocked by a shimmering, blue figure.

Even in the state of extreme tiredness that had taken him over, Luke still recognized the face of his former master. "Obi-Wan," he spat.

Obi-Wan's face was set in lines of displeasure, and his otherwise neutral tone was edged in anger. "Luke," he said.

"What do you want?"

Obi-Wan wasted no time on niceties. "You have corrupted yourself, Luke," he said coldly, "You have allowed your anger to transform you into something I no longer recognize."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Master," Luke said sarcastically. "Are you here to lecture me?"

Obi-Wan's face twisted in contempt. "I am no longer your Master," he said.

"No, you aren't," Luke agreed, "Vader is. Did you know that?"

"I did not," Obi-Wan admitted, "Though I cannot say it surprises me."

Luke's eyes burned like yellow flames, and he growled, "Why is that, exactly?"

"I expect that you were drawn to him because he was my enemy, and you considered me yours."

Luke shook his head. "You killed my father," he said in an icy tone.

"But that is not what drives you anymore, is it?" Obi-Wan asked, "I can see from your eyes that you have embraced something darker then vengeance."

"What is that, then?"

"The path of the Sith. But it is not too late, Luke!" Obi-Wan said, suddenly urgent, "You have time to change! You need not continue the same way Vader did! I've watched one apprentice turn to the Dark Side, I will not watch another!"

"You are not my Master," Luke said quietly, "And I am no longer your apprentice, you said it yourself. Besides, Obi-Wan, you were the one who set me on this path."

Obi-Wan seemed to crumple. "Maybe," he conceded, "But you do not know all the facts Luke. I may have killed your Father, yes, but that was not all there was to it."

"No?"

"No! Luke, when Vader- though I knew him by another name, then- began to turn to the Dark Side, I tried to find a way to stop it. I thought I could make him see sense. But I realized it was impossible. Vader killed many Jedi, and I committed myself to the task of killing him. But Vader had set a trap. He had placed your father, Anakin, once Vader's friend, where I was tricked into thinking Vader was. I did not stop to consider the ease at which I thought I had found him. I merely attacked. I killed your father, but Vader was the one to really murder him. Luke, please understand."

Luke's eyes widened. "That's how it happened, then," he whispered, "I should have known you weren't a cold-blooded killer, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan seemed to relax, his eyes shining, "Yes, Luke! I am sorry for what I did, truly, sorry, but now you know all the real truth."

"Yes, I suppose I do," Luke said grimly. He sighed, and then allowed his face to break into a sinister smile. "But you were right, Obi-Wan! My father's murder stopped affecting me for quite some time. I don't care if your intentions were noble. The Jedi way no longer interests me. I feel nothing but hate towards you, and I fully intend to become a Sith. I thank you for your honesty." Luke grinned at Obi-Wan, watching as his face reflected horror, then sadness.

Obi-Wan shook his head slightly, and then disappeared, and Luke began to laugh.

Very good, Luke. Came a familiar voice.

"Vader," Luke greeted. "Master."

My apprentice Vader returned You have impressed me. I think you are more than ready to begin your training.

"Thank you," Luke breathed. "What do you want me to do?"

I have a mission for you, but you are in no state to complete it now. Replenish your energy, Luke, I will be in touch….