Luke had never considered that his actions would inevitably lead to trouble. To him, he had simply decided to go for an early morning walk. His Saturday's were usually occupied with him playing video games, watching the Holo or doing homework—he hadn't explored Coruscant since he had first got there. Apart from the Mall of course.
Vader knew that a Skywalker couldn't be confined to one place for long, but he had dismissed the thought, promising that he would personally do something with Luke. Obviously he soon forgot about it, and was usually on missions on other worlds, leaving Luke alone for weeks on end.
Luke Skywalker had never imagined his life would turn out like it had, when he first found out Vader was his Father…well, he wasn't sure what to expect. He'd thought that maybe he would be violent, or keep him locked in a room all day. Maybe even become friends with his Father and spend time together talking about anything and everything.
He knew that Vader would be busy with his missions and wars ect…but Luke was only ten, he didn't quite understand why Vader couldn't take some time off for him.
So when Luke got dressed around 4am on Saturday morning, he thought he explore a bit and then return home as if nothing had happened. Fortunately for Luke, it was one of the days Vader decided to actually get some sleep instead of meditate.
It just so happened that Jedi Master Morden Faquad was perched on a nearby building, taking note of the guard's schedules. He then saw a small blond boy walk out the building.
A prisoner? A slave? Whoever that child is he might be able to answer some questions for me… Morden did not hesitate to jump down to ground level, Force-sprinting; he finally managed to catch up with the boy.
He stayed some ways behind him until the young Force-sensitive walked past a rather dark alley-way. He tackled the boy so he fell onto the ground, grunting, he lifted him up and strode quickly into the darkness.
"Who are you? What do you want? HELP!" Luke shouted, thrashing wildly against the older man.
"Be quiet! Don't try anything funny or I'll kill you!" the man indicated to the Lightsaber hanging at his hip. Luke's eyes widened considerably but he clamped his mouth shut.
Morden grinned in satisfaction. After around 20 minutes, they finally arrived at the old Jedi Temple.
On Dagobah…
"Okay! Morden has gone mad!" Sorfu complained, breaking out of the group meditation.
"Not mad…but he has turned into a Dark Jedi." There was a collective gasp that rippled through the group.
"We need to inform Master Yoda." Lorrell said.
"No. All we can do is wait. We must not get involved." Khazten's voice was barely a whisper.
"Why?" Sorfu demanded.
"We are the last Jedi. We must not get involved." Khazten stood up and limped away. The rest of the Jedi looked at each-other uncertainly.
In Vader's quarters…
Vader was a light-sleeper. It was true, in his younger years Obi-Wan would have to wake him up.
But things change. He thought bitterly, putting his mask on.
A few minutes later, he decided to go down to the Hangar Bay, to continue his modification of one of his ships. It was only when he passed Luke's room that he realised he was not in there. Vader found himself to be stretching out with the Force whenever he passed his son's room, out of habit maybe? Or fear of him suddenly not being there? Either way, Luke was not in his room and he suddenly felt a cold sense of dread inside him.
He stretched out further, and upon confirmation that Luke was not in the building, immediately pulled out his com-link. After two rings his P.A picked up.
"Yes sir?" he sounded rather tired but he was sharpening up.
"Alert all the Storm Troopers, I want to know if my son left the building." Vader abruptly ended the call and strode down the corridor, intent on flying around to look for Luke himself.
Foolish child! I'll bet he's lost now! I shall certainly be having words with him! What was he thinking, venturing out into Coruscant on his own—especially so early in the morning when there are many scum-bags around here! Vader thought furiously.
His com-link suddenly beeped, and he pulled it out, nearly breaking it in his haste.
"Any news?" he demanded.
"The Storm Troopers who were patrolling around the main door have confirmed that your son left the building around 35 minutes ago." Vader nearly crushed the com-link in his hand.
"Dispatch some Troopers to search for Luke. I want him back here unharmed!" he quickly got into one of his more faster ships and set off, flying high in the Coruscant skies.
He was stretching out with the Force, trying to get a hold of where his son could be. After fruitlessly flying around for 10 minutes he finally picked up on something.
Luke was near! He was in the…Jedi Temple? He would be having words with that boy. And soon.
Back to Luke and Morden…
"So, are you Vader's Apprentice or what?" Morden snarled, shaking Luke roughly by the shoulders. Luke wondered briefly why people were so fond of doing that, before a violent shove brought him out of his thoughts.
"I—I—" he wasn't sure if he should reveal to this stranger that he was Darth Vader's son. He was obviously some mad person who had gotten their hands on a Lightsaber, he reasoned with himself.
"I—I—stop blathering around and ANSWER ME!" Morden roared, grabbing Luke by the hair and tossing him away. Luke fell with a dull thud. He scrambled up and made a mad dash for the door, but Morden used the Force to trip him up.
"You better start answering me, boy." Morden spat, cracking his knuckles threateningly.
Vader…
Darth Vader ignited his Lightsaber, he could sense someone else who was a Force-sensitive, except this person was trained…this person was a Jedi.
So a Jedi has kidnapped my son? He felt boiling hot rage filling him up, a ticking time bomb, just waiting to be let loose.
He followed where the Force was telling him to go, and he found himself in a familiar hallway. At the end, it was a large training room. It had been used for official tests; there had been many fighting droids in there—
He snapped out of his thoughts and slowly inched towards the door.
Back to Luke…
After being hit in the face, Luke felt it best that he started to talk.
"I'm Darth Vader's son!" he finally managed to gasp out. His jaw hurt and he'd bitten his tongue. It hurt him to move his lips; he gingerly put a finger on his lower lip and found that it was split. He winced and propped himself up onto his elbows.
"Lord Vader's…son?" Morden momentarily choked on thin air. "You're his son?" he simply could not wrap his head around it. Darth Vader Dark Lord of the Sith had a son?
Luke slowly inched away, desperately trying to escape the crazed man.
Then the sound of Vader's mechanical breathing filled the room.
"FATHER!" Luke shouted, looking wildly around. The first thing he saw was Vader's red Lightsaber, and when the rest of him stepped out, Luke couldn't have been more happier that his Father was scary and intimidating.
"Why are you here Vader?" Morden snarled, igniting his yellow Saber.
"To get my son back." They began to slowly circle each-other.