Admiral Piett had finally received a shipment of dark uniforms in Lord Vader's size as well as a strange outfit that consisted of a cloak, black leather tabards, black tunic, black pants and an undershirt. When these clothes had arrived, he went to Kamino to deliver them personally.

"Admiral Piett!" Dr. Frederickson called as he met the Admiral at the entrance of the shuttle.

"The package for Lord Vader has arrived; he requested that I bring it to him. How is he doing?"

"Fine, he should be ready to return to the Imperial Fleet by the end of the week."

"Good, because the Emperor is getting rather impatient and angrier by the day, he is not one to continue to accept excuses."

"The Emperor will be taken care of soon, Admiral; have no fear." Lord Vader responded as he turned the corner to find the two talking.

"Milord, here are the things you requested; I find the one uniform to be unusual, however."

"They are Jedi robes and I imagine they were hard to procure."

"We found a seamstress that worked for the Jedi years ago; she had no trouble making them for you."

"Thank you."

Lord Vader entered the apartment motioning them to come in and have seat.

"Have seat gentlemen, I'll be right with you."

Luke quietly entered the quarters dripping with mud and trying desperately to hide his presence from Admiral Piett and the Doctor, who held their laughter as he quickly rushed to the refresher, leaving muddy footprints in his wake.

When Anakin returned he saw the muddy footprints and excused himself for a bit longer, "Luke Skywalker, what is it that you have done?"

"I, uh, um, got carried away, father." Luke pleaded.

"Take a shower, young man; you are in very serious trouble."

Admiral Piett and Doctor Frederickson smiled as Lord Vader muttered, "Boys will be boys, especially my son."

"Don't be too hard on him, milord." Admiral Piett replied.

Luke finished showering and changed into a clean pair of pants and shirt, his hair was still wet when he approached his father in the kitchen.

Luke handed his father a paper airplane in the shape of a Tie Fighter Advanced.

"Origami, Lama Su is teaching me."

"Did she teach you about dragging mud all the way from the gardens into our apartments, too?"

"No."

"Good, I'm pleased to hear it."

Luke heard the bell ring and a Kaminoan bearing a bucket with soapy water and a mop stood there.

"Father, please I'm sorry. Don't make me mop the floors!" Luke pleaded.

"Thank you, you may go."

The Kaminoan bowed and sauntered away as Luke cried out to feel a tendril of Force energy surround him and pull him closer.

"You will mop this floor and I better not find a single drop of mud on these floors, do you understand?"

Luke would almost prefer to be force-choked than have to mop the floors.

"Yes, sir." Luke acknowledged.

"Don't tempt me my son." Anakin retorted prior to heading back into his quarters, while Luke reluctantly picked up the mop and started to vent his frustration through the Force and by mopping the floor. After mopping the floor, Luke remarked how shiny and slick they were; might as well make a game of this. He took off his shoes and ran down the hall sliding and having a grand old time, until Admiral Piett and Doctor Frederickson stepped outside and Luke unable to change direction, slid right into the both of them knocking them off their feet.

Luke felt a cold presence and although fearful, looked at the upside down figure of his father standing with his arms crossed and a flash of yellow exuded from his eyes as he realized what his son had been doing.

"Apologize immediately, Luke Skywalker."

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me." Luke replied as he stood to his feet.

Admiral Piett and Dr. Frederickson gave their forgiveness, but Luke knew that his father wouldn't be as generous.

"Go to your room." Luke sighed as he slowly walked by his father standing stock still with his arm extended pointing to the direction of his room.

Luke sat on his bed holding his legs close to his chest breathing as he watched the tears fall from his eyes onto his arms.

It took several moments for Lord Vader to calm himself enough to talk to his son; he was after all only a boy and definitely didn't deserve a scathing hateful lecture on his undignified behavior.

Luke while not as fearful of his father as he had been of Uncle Owen, still would shake with great fear when he felt his father's emotions through the Force and their bond. He wondered what his father would do to punish him, he knew what Uncle Owen would have done, probably beat him within an inch of his life.

Anakin entered his son's bedroom to find the boy sitting at the foot of the bed, wrapping his arms around his legs and his eyes adverted.

As he continued to look, his father's large feet came into view and he slowly looked up to see his father standing there with his hands on his hips.

Luke immediately lowered his gaze and closed his eyes as tears continued to drip down his face.

"Luke, what were you thinking?" Anakin asked in a slow deep voice, holding the last bit of indignation in check.

"I wasn't thinking I had no idea that Dr. Frederickson or Admiral Piett were stepping out the door until it was too late."

"That is inexcusable; someone could have been seriously hurt. My men tolerate more than they should from someone like me and now they have to tolerate a Sith youngling as well who has a propensity for causing trouble and wreaking havoc. I would appreciate it if you would look at me when I'm talking to you."

Luke opened his eyes only to see a pair of dark blue eyes gazing back at him.

"Now, what do you propose I do to discipline my child for such a grievous error of judgment?"

Luke sighed deeply and hung his head, unsure as to what his answer should be, he had a distinct feeling that his father wished to discipline him in a more physical manner, than just making him skip dinner or scrub the floors. However, Luke also knew that his father was leery of teaching Luke such a crucial lesson if his son wasn't going to learn anything but more fear and shut himself down as he did whenever he received a beating from his Uncle Owen. Luke had also began to trust his father more and knew even despite being a Sith Lord used to calling upon his dark powers and his anger to produce even more power, that his father would never abuse him or take it to the limits that Owen did.

"I don't know, father." Luke replied, saddened.

"You are not leaving this room until you find the answers through meditation, but I warn you do not keep me waiting all day and night. For my patience with your misbehavior is skating on thin ice." Anakin walked away as the anger swirled around him and leaving Luke stirred in his wake.

Luke sighed and felt a prickling of tears . . . he breathed in deeply and put himself in a trance as he watched the rain continue to barrage against the windows. After meditation, Luke stretched his hands over his head feeling his joints crack without much movement for several hours. Luke attempted to leave the room, only to find the door locked. Luke examined the door mechanism through the Force and unlocked the door. As he gently pushed open the door, he saw his father sitting in his chair sipping on a glass of water.

"Father, may I come out?"

"Are you ready to discuss the consequences of your actions?"

"Yes."

Anakin motioned for his son to come forward, which the boy willingly obeyed, despite the fear that his son was sending through the Force.

"What do you have to say?"

"I'll apologize to both Dr. Frederickson and to Admiral Piett and describe to them my punishment."

"Which should be what?"

Luke hated this next part, he tried to send a picture to his father, but it thrown back as his father ordered that he open his mouth to speak the words.

Luke knew that Anakin was being stubborn and purposefully making it difficult on the boy.

"Yes, I am; what is your point? Should I make it easy for you? If you had been any one else beside my son, the consequences would have been more dire."

Luke sighed and took a large breath as he attempted to say the words in a rush,

"just-go-ahead-and-deal-with-me-like-uncle-Owen!" Luke cried out as he ran from the room find the door shutting off him from his room. He cried out as he struggled to open the door by pulling on the door handle.

"Hopa, Je! Nagoola Nyee! Oto Bolla Neechu!" (Help me. Not bad boy I want to go away!")

Anakin sighed as he slowly pulled his son to his side, Luke held onto the doorknob fearing his father and the tremor in the Force that seemed to slap Anakin in the face repeatedly. "Nobata, nobata, nobata. (No, no, no)" Luke repeatedly stated as he watched his fingers release the doorknob and slowly pulled to his father's side.

"Fear not, young one." Luke closed his eyes and fell to floor prostrating him, as Anakin sighed deeply, normally he enjoyed feeding off the fear of others, but his own son was a different matter. He gently lifted the small boy into his lap and held him as the boy cried and felt a warm soothing presence continue to calm his fears. "I promise not to ever treat you like Owen, son."

Anakin realized that even if he were to strike his son that the irreparable harm would solidify his son's fear of him. He would have to do something different, that instilled discipline but without striking the boy. Luke settled and the fear dissipated as did the horrifying memories of receiving multiple beatings.

Anakin decided to carry the boy into the bedroom and after his son calmed down enough in a soft but commanding voice that brokered no room for arguing, "Luke Skywalker you are to write an apology to both Dr. Frederickson and Admiral Piett and from here on out you will be completing physical training to prepare yourself for the future. This training will start tomorrow morning very early, so get a shower and go straight to bed."

Luke slowly jumped off his bed and entered the refresher and as he disrobed, he quickly jumped into the shower not wanting to anger his father any further.

When Luke exited, he saw a small tray with a pear and a glass of blue milk, apparently his father had provided the small meal so his son wouldn't go to bed completely starving. Luke was thankful to his father's generosity.

"You are welcome, my son. Goodnight." Anakin responded telepathically.

"Night, father." Luke responded.

Author's Note: none of the canon Star Wars characters belong to me, I am merely playing in George Lucas' sandbox. Thank you to all my readers for your kind reviews, they are much appreciated. Darth Gladiator45