Leia dragged herself away from the sight of the Infinite Fleet, following Han across the bridge and up to the room marked Skywalker. As the door slid open, they were amazed at the luxury of the room. It wasn't even by the farthest imagination a cell, richly furnished and obviously expensive. Luke sat cross-legged on the bed, reading a datapad. He glanced up as they walked in, then blanched and looked again.
"Leia! Han!" The youth flung himself off the bed, running to hug them enthusiastically. Leia remembered the childlike exuberance from the first time she had met him, aboard the Death Star. "How did you guys get here without Sadow and Revan finding you?"
Han smirked, his smuggler charm showing through. "I'm just that good. Come on, we're here to rescue you."
Luke's eyes widened. "Oh, right!" He hurriedly spun about, heading for the bed to gather his things. As he did so, Leia noticed that he was clothed in brand-new robes, dark black and distinctly Jedi-like.
"Luke? Where'd you get the clothes?"
Luke looked down, and smoothed out the fine black fabric. "Darth Sadow gave them to me. I think he wanted to turn me to the Dark Side. I don't know why he didn't just kill me, though." He packed a small bag with three extra robes, two datapads, and attached a long, thin tube Leia identified as a lightsaber to his belt.
"Why didn't they take that thing from you?" She asked, pointing to it.
"They probably thought that they could stop me from escaping easily. Which, you know, they could, which is why I didn't try to escape. As long as they weren't killing me, I didn't want to make them mad."
"That makes sense." Leia remarked, nodding. "We'd better get going." The trio sprinted for the elevator, and was back in the Falcon and on course for Yavin IV within ten minutes, thanks in part to the redirection of guards away from their path by Darth Sadow. As they sped away from the Star Forge, Luke's eyes clouded over as he contacted his parents.
Mother? Father?
Yes, son. I am here. His father replied.
We are on course to the Rebel base. I'll tell you where it is when we get there.
Thank you for doing this, my son. May the Force be with you.
And with you. Good bye, Father.
Fare well, Luke.
As Luke broke contact, he felt the ship jump slightly as it entered hyperspace. He smirked slightly, happy that he could please his father. Once the Rebellion was crushed, the Sith would rule the galaxy, and he could live with his mother and father for as long as he wanted. No one would make him go away, make him leave his family behind, and he would be happy.