Luke and Leia were roughly tossed into a cell. They looked at each other and without a word they closed their eyes contacting their father through the Force. Instantaneously, they opened their eyes.

"Do you think he will come?" Leia asked her brother.

"Who? Daddy? You know Daddy, there's no Force in the Galaxy that will stop him."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, Leia, Daddy will make everything okay."

"But he's bringing us to the Emperor. The Emperor is evil, Luke. I heard Mommy telling Ben that He turned Daddy to the Dark Side, that he poisoned him, before we were born."

"Do you know where we are?"

"Look," Luke stated looking with the Force, "We are still above Tattooine. Windy isn't very smart staying here. Dad's gonna get him."

"Dad's going to chop his head off if he hurts us!" she screamed to no avail.

"Leia, you are hurt" Luke added staring at her scraped knee. He put his hands on top of her knee and healed her with the Force.

"Thanks, Luke. He's coming."

Darth Malice entered the cage where the children stared at him seemingly fearless and if he hadn't been able to use the Force he might have believed that as it was he could feel the fear and he fed on it. He wasn't sure how much of his past Vader had divulged to his younglings. How much Kenobi had told them. He had learned much from his new master, so different from Master Yoda.

So younglings, perhaps you are are wondering just why you are here."

"Nope, I'm not wondering at all. It's painfully obvious," Leia started a smug smile on her young face. "You have taken us to torture our father while at the same time torturing us to bring him here," Leia smiled. "Big Mistake."

"Leia," Luke whispered to his twin. "Try not to irritate him."

At that point Darth Malice laughed as he pointed at Leia, "Skywalker," and then he pointed to Luke, "And Kenobi. It's seems the team is still alive and well." Luke and Leia exchanged the same look of confusion. What was the team? They knew their father had had a troubled past before their birth but all they knew was a man that had values and a lightsaber the same color as his eyes, the same color as Luke's eyes. Their father's number one value was loyalty. He was the most loyal person in the galaxy and he was a Jedi. Their mother was once a Senator and a Queen and their father spoke of those traits with pride. He was as Uncle Ben would say, prone to picking up pathetic lifeforms. Something their uncle often said he had gotten from his master, Qui-Gon.

"So where is his lowliness?" Leia continued. "You know the guy holding your leash."

"I'm afraid you are greatly mistaken, Princess, about a great many things."

"Our Emperor is the most powerful being in the Galaxy and he is my master but he is not holding my leash."

"You are wrong about that, you know," Luke piped up. "Our father is the most powerful being in the galaxy and you will pay for this. If you let us go now, you would be doing yourself a huge favor. We might be able to convince our father to forget this ever happened."

"You think I'm afraid of Vader."

"Vader?" Luke was convinced, who was this Vader.

Darth Malice smiled. "I am the Emperor's fourth apprentice. His first was a Zaabrak named Maul he was killed by Kenobi at Theed. The second was named Tyrannus, his Jedi name was Count Dooku. He was in charge of the Separatists during the Clone Wars, he was killed in space, in cold blood, on board the Invisible Hand by your father and the third was Vader."

"Who was Vader?" Luke found himself asking against his will.

"I'm so glad you asked," Darth Malice stated, a smile lighting up his face.