Author's Note: Chapter twelve!
As the months passed, the training continued. The Chosen Ones became more aware of their elements and how to work with them. Their bonds with each other grew stronger.
Piett was mastering his own power. He could blast things with it, levitate things, people, even himself, and he could control things. He usually just controlled droids, but he did occasionally use his power to stop a fight between men.
Luke left for a couple days then returned saying he had freed his friend, Han Solo, from Jabba the Hutt.
"I have to go back to my Jedi Master. I gave him my word."
Piett expected Vader to say no.
"Very well."
"I'll be back. I promise."
Luke returned to Dagobah. He found Yoda weak and sick.
"Powerful you have become, Luke."
"I've been training with... some friends."
Yoda frowned.
"Bond with Vader and another I sense."
Luke sighed.
"He's my father. I understand why you and Ben kept it from me, but I do not understand why you would allow me to kill my own father. To me that would be just as bad if not worse than turning to the Darkside."
"Hmmm."
He helped his Master cover up.
"There's still good in him, and Piett is a good man. We are the Chosen Ones."
"Hmph. One Chosen One there is."
Luke shook his head.
"No, Master Yoda. The vision were misinterpreted. There are three. Father is the Chosen One of Darkness, I am the Chosen One of Light, and Piett is the Chosen One of Balance."
"He's right."
"Ben?"
Obi-Wan appeared, smiling.
"Three of us have been selected to be their guides. I am Luke's guide, Master Qui-Gon guides Piett, and Dooku guides Vader. Master Yoda, these three and only these three can bring balance back to the galaxy."
Yoda nodded weakly, and Obi-Wan sighed.
"Now, it's time to go, Master."
Yoda passed on into the Force.
"Trust the Force, Luke."
With that Obi-Wan disappeared.
Luke returned to the Executor.
"Are you sure we're ready?"
"We have to be."
He reached his father and friend.
"What's going on."
"The Emperor is going to oversee the last of the construction of the Death Star."
The Jedi blanched.
"There's another one?"
Vader nodded.
"I've got to get back to the Rebellion."
"You will, but you will do so with reinforcements."
Piett grinned.
"The crew of the Executor is loyal to me first, and I shall pledge my loyalties to your Rebellion while we stand against the Emperor."
Luke's jaw dropped.
The Rebellion, stationed at Sullist, was shocked when the Executor reached them. They were dumbfounded when Darth Vader himself pledged loyalty to them.
"The time of the Empire is at its end! The Republic shall rise again, and once more will democracy reign in the galaxy!"
Despite themselves, the Rebels cheered.
A plan of action was made.
Vader, Luke, and Piett would infiltrate the Death Star to take out the Emperor while Han, Leia, and their strike team destroyed the shield generator on the moon of Endor. Once the Chosen Ones were on their way out they would give Lando the signal to destroy the Death Star.
"Ready?" Luke asked.
"Ready," Vader responded.
They looked at Piett. The captain was pale and trembling. He was not looking forward to meeting the Emperor.
"Easy, Piett. As long as we stick together, we should be all right. So far everyone thinks Father is still loyal to the Empire."
He took a few deep breaths.
"All right."
They took the shuttle to the Death Star.
"Lord Vader, Captain Piett, welcome. The Emperor is expecting you."
Luke followed in cuffs to keep up the act.
"So far so good," he whispered once far enough away.
Palpatine fought the urge to pace. The Chosen Ones all pulsed with power. He could feel it.
"Your Majesty, Lord Vader and Captain Piett are here with Luke Skywalker."
He waved the man away, now deep in thought. So the power he had sensed was Piett's. The man was a thorn in his side for his humble nature and kind personality. Granted he was intelligent and knowledgeable in military strategy, but he was still too humble and kind for Palpatine's taste. No matter. He would either be trained out of us under Palpatine or perish with his commander.
The guards pretended not to take notice of the sinister, sadistic smile that spread across their ruler's deformed face.
Palpatine sent a pulse of energy to the approaching trio. Each shivered at the sadistic anticipation and demonic pleasure of the deaths he planned to have come.
"He knows we are against him."
"That makes our job all the more difficult."
Vader nodded.
"Yes, but we must not let this dishearten us."
They entered the throne room.
"Guards, leave us."
The red robes guards obeyed, and Palpatine smiled evilly.
"Welcome, 'Chosen Ones'. Welcome to your final moments."
The Chosen Ones were ready, and they would go down fighting.
End Note: Things are heating up. Not too much longer now. Please review.