Luke tested his hand carefully, in the week that had followed the little incident he had had with Vader, his hand seemed to have finally gotten better. It was not completely healed, but he definitely had a higher range of mobility than before, and for that he was grateful.

He also had a new set of clothes, a black hoodie with a pair of black pants and for that was eternally grateful; having been forced to run around in hospital clothes for several days had done nothing for his morale. At least this way, he felt like there was some sense of order in this chaotic situation. Although he was dreading what came next.

Having taken Dr. Calrissian's advice seriously, Luke no longer launched accusations every time he came face to face with any member of his supposed family, no instead he decided to take a more passive approach; he spoke when he was spoken to, he obeyed if the demand made sense and he no longer tried to run away. By now, Luke knew, the only way out would be if he could gain some trust and have more freedom to move around. Being heavily guarded all the time, like he was made of gold or something, gave him zero opportunities to try and contact Ben; he needed to gain someone's trust to get access to a phone!

A sharp knock at his door brought him back to reality. Luke watched the door open and his twin sister walked in. She had a bored expression on her face as she gave him a once over.

"Ready?" She inquired, though it was obvious she didn't care whether he was or not.

"Yes," Luke replied, turning toward her bodily.

"Here," she held out her hand and Luke saw that she was holding a small gift-wrapped box.

He was about to ask why she was giving him a present, but she beat him to it.

"It's from our Father, he wants you to wear it."

Luke almost blushed at that; Vader was giving him gifts now? What came next, a piggyback ride? He almost snorted at his ridiculous thoughts.

Taking the gift from Leia's outstretched hand Luke quickly opened it.

His eyes almost bulged out; it was a Rolex watch.

He looked back to Leia in shock.

"H-He wants me to wear this?"

The amused look Leia gave Luke was not lost on him; just how rich were these people.

"This is nothing Luke, only a trinket, I guess father is pleased with you."

She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at Luke.

"I know your faking it, but it makes father happy when you're not fighting him all the time, so keep being a good boy."

Good Boy?

Those words made Luke feel like he was some kind of a dog, but he kept silent.

Luke averted his eyes and gave Leia a short nod. If he popped a fuse now, his grueling self-control of the past week would have been for nothing.

"Good, now wear it and let's get going, you don't want to be late to your own party after all?"

Darth Vader patiently waited for his children to arrive to this very important gathering. Leia kept telling him that he was basically throwing Luke a party, but it was far more important than that. Only his top officials were gathered and only a couple knew who Luke Skywalker was. It was time that they all knew who he was.

Once Luke's identity was revealed within the inner circle of the organization, no one would dare to lay a finger on him for fear of Vader's infamous wrath. It was also a way for him to weed out some hidden garbage among his top officials; something he looked forward to dealing with.

"So, I heard the kid's been good recently," Han commented as he took a sip of his wine.

"Solo," Vader acknowledged, but made no move to answer; he truly did not have a great love for his son in law.

"Good Kid," Han continued, being used to being ignored by Vader.

"Apple fell far from the tree, ey?"

Vader turned to Han and Han had to take a step back. Maybe his comment had been rather unnecessary?

"On the contrary Solo, Luke is very much like my wife," Vader rumbled before gracefully moving away, leaving an open-mouthed Solo.

It was the first time Vader mentioned his wife to him personally. Perhaps finding Luke was making him nostalgic?

Han had seen pictures of the late Padme Vader, had heard snippets of her life, but apart from that Vader never spoke of her. Leia was the one who had filled him in about her, but his wife's knowledge of her mother was also very limited. If Luke reminded Vader of his late wife, he sure would have loved to meet her and ask her how she ended up with a cold guy like his father-in-law.

Han sighed, feeling out of place, meeting Leia was the best thing that could have ever happened to a guy like him, but boy did he feel awkward at these fancy events. He was a low time criminal, nothing like these big guys and yet here he was, part of the inner circle of one of the largest criminal organizations in the world, what a joke.

Though being a cop and the son of the boss of said organization was probably worse, poor Luke!

Han glanced at the door wondering when those two would make an entrance, the faster this thing was over with the better for everyone. Though he had smirk plastered to his face, Han could practically taste the tension in the air. This event wasn't just about Luke after all, Vader was going to prove some kind of a point with it and Han was not looking forward to that.

Leia had mentioned that Luke was technically very precious bait that was about to flush out some very bad men, depending on whose side you were on.

Han sighed and took another sip of his wine.

Spotting Lando at the far corner, he smiled, now there was someone he could hang out with without feeling awkward.

Rushing toward Lando, Han did not see the double doors open to reveal a pair of twins.

One confident, the other unsure.

But both the children of Darth Vader.