Chapter One: Family Reunited.
Pain, Horror, Heartbreak, Sadness, Loneliness, Pain.
'Father, Help Me!'
Golden Amber eyes shot open in shock and disbelief. How was this possible?
he had a force bond with his child, the long lost son of Padme Amidala.
Vader, Dark lord of the sith was frozen stiff. Joy and hope flaring in his chest before being crushed by the dark reality that had just entered his mind.
His master had Lied. His wife had not died straight away as Palpatine would have him believe, for she would have not been able to give birth to their child if he had killed her there and then on Mustafar.
But how? KENOBI The Force whispered in reply, sending white hot Rage through the Sith. His old master had dared to steal his child from him!?
The room fell eerily silent and cold as Vader flooded the room with his power, making sure to not damage his specially designed 'meditation pod' as he did so.
"My Son Lives..." Vader whispered after a few minutes, his breathing staggering for a moment as he let that sink in. 'My Master must never know of his existence, Because if he can reach me from this distance...his power must equal if not surpass my own, even at his age. He will be more than I can, And I will help him become what he is destined to be.' He vowed, clenching his left hand in a silent promise to the force and to his son.
Wait...those feelings his son was projecting, they were of pain, suffering and a deep darkness.
Somebody had hurt him, or worse, was continuing to harm him. And this sent Vader into a frenzy, so much so that the very room he was sat in buckled and collapsed. Metal folding in on itself, glass shattering, wood splintering, none of it could survive the sheer power of Vader's Anger.
Whoever harmed his child, now and in the future...would deal with the wrath of Darth Vader.
On That, He swore.
And with the pressing of a button, his armoured figure was projected to the bridge.
"Captain Needa, Set Course For The Nar Shadaar System And Prepare My Personal Shuttle."
"Yes My Lord, Right Away."
(Nal Hutta.)
"You gonna cry you little brat!, huh? my brother and wife are dead, and I am now stuck with you forever!" The man spat, the stench of alcohol on his breath.
Peter just shivered in his corner, ignoring the warmth that trickled down his arm. It was not the first time Ben had broken a beer bottle on him, and probably would not be his last. He had been given many injuries, physically and mentally, by his caretaker.
Ever since Aunt May died, his uncle had gotten closed off, depressed. Peter had tried to help him, even as he dealt with his own grief.. but his uncle would just lash out.
And once they had buried May, Ben had turned to drugs and alcohol. Unleashing his fury and pain upon the very nephew he was charged to raise, love, and protect.
"You are nothing but a burden, I have to clean up for you, work my ass off to put food on the table and a roof over your head!" Ben exclaimed, staggering to the fridge to get another drink. Knocking things over as he did so.
However, what he was saying was completely untrue. Peter was the one that cleaned up the apartment, he was the one that went out everyday, stealing and pickpocketing what he could without causing suspicion or getting caught.
His moral compass had been bent a long time ago, and now he did what he could in order to survive.
Peter had to keep himself busy, make sure that he was distracted and always doing something. For if he did not, then his walls would break down...and he would cry.
Strange things happened when he became emotional. But with his 'uncle' being constantly drunk and high, the young boy did not need to worry about him freaking out and sending him away.
After all, he had no way to live without being under Ben's roof. And he had heard the stories of kids being put into slavery, and knew that was not an option. ever.
He had nothing else to do but stay, endure his 'discipline' and live. At least until he was old and strong enough to run away.
Ben constantly took his food and drink away, telling him he did not deserve it...for if may cant eat, why should they?
Peter tried not to dwell on it.
/Knock Knock*
"Benjamin Parr'Kurr! we know you are in there, open up before we blast this door open!" Screeched out a high pitched voice in basic.
"Kriff you all!" Ben yelled back, throwing the half drunk bottle at the door, where it shattered upon impact.
A few shards landed upon peter, scratching up his face and hand. The young teen put a hand to his mouth, tears pricking his eyes at the stinging pain.
The door burst open, and three hutt agents walked in, blaster pistols aimed at Ben. "You should'nt have stolen the credits from the casino Benny, see you in hell." The lead one grinned, pulling the trigger.
Ben staggered back as his body was riddled with blaster bolts, but eventually, he fell to the floor, eyes wide but devoid of life.
Peter sobbed into his uninjured hand, tears streaming down his face. Yes his uncle had hurt and abused him, but he was the only family member he had left...he was now alone.
"Come along brat, Gardulla has plans for you. Some more revenge against your uncle." The lead agent sneered, grabbing the boys arm before dragging him from the apartment.
He felt the feeling from before, the dark, hot place within... and with a shout of anger ,sadness and fear, he opened both his hands and pushed forwards.
The agents went flying, being thrown out of the Apartment window and to the ground, hundreds of feet below, where they met their end.
Peter froze in shock. What had he done... he had just revealed his secret, he had not mean to...but his fear had ovveriden his logic.
"I need to get out of here..." He muttered, bolting from the apartment and through the vast corridors of the building. He needed to escape, to run, to hide.
He dashed down the staircase, only to collide with someone. "I-Im sorry sir-" He blurted out, only to freeze as he took in who he had collided with.
For it was none other than Darth Vader, Enforcer of the Galactic Empire.
And with that, Peter fell to the floor, his vision going black as his brain overloaded from the experience of what had happened on that day.
As his mind dropped into the void of exhaustion, he felt a pair of cold but gentle hands pick him up and carry him away.
And then a soft, mettalic voice whispered: "You are safe now my son, do not fret, you are safe."
Wait...his Dad was alive!? Huh, Neat.
(Hours Later, ISD: Vader's Fist)
Peter awoke to the sound of slow but heavy breathing, as if someone was wearing a respirator-
Wait, Didnt he run into Darth Vader!?
"Do not fear young one, I will not harm you." Said the same mettalic voice from earlier.
Peter blinked his eyes open. "L-Lord Vader?" He coughed, mouth dry.
"Here, Drink this. you are dehydrated." The Sith replied, holding out a small metal cup with water inside.
Peter took it from him, sipping the cool iquid slowly while eying the powerful man. "D-Did my uncle insult you or something?" he asked, confused as to why he was in a medical bed.
That was of course, until his memories flooded back. "Wait, You are my dad!?" He exclaimed in shock and disbelief.
"Yes I Am..." Vader confirmed.
Peter broke down in tears and vader's heart stopped, did the child hate him?
"W-Where were you all my life" Peter asked, colliding with vaders chest.
Vader froze before akwardly returning the hug, a warmth in his chest as he held his child close. "I did not know of your existence, I was led to believe you had perished with your mother. Had I known otherwise, I would have searched the entire universe for you."
Peter pulled back, a small smile on his face. "R-Really?"
"I will not lie to you son, I will never Lie to you." Vader replied, putting a hand to his child's face, where he wiped the tears away gently.
"Dad... My dad." Peter grinned, snuggling back up against his father. Vader rubbed his back. "Son...my son." He whispered in reply, smiling under his helmet for the first time in many years.
Finally, they both were no longer alone.
(End Of Chapter One,
Phew, was that an emotional rollercoaster or what!? I hope yoy enjoy this Story, As I plan to do a LOT with this idea. Stay tuned!)