[In this Star Wars AU fanfic Luke and Leia aren't twins and Han never ended up at Jabas palace. It takes place right after Bespin. – Now lean back and enjoy!]
Rebellious son of mine By: Kathi Skywalker (kathiskywalker@compuserve.de)
"Hey kid!" Luke swallowed.
"Han how many times did I tell you not to call me `kid`anymore?"
Han grinned. "Well bad habit, I guess. Sorry but I can't help it little one."
Luke turns around and gave Han `the look`.
"Okay, Okay!" Han lifted his hand and smiled innocently. "By the way, would you help me with the Falcon?"
Luke rolled his eyes. "Han, your ship is a flying junkyard. You should sell it to Lando again instead of driving Chewie and me nuts with never ending reparations."
Now it was Han's turn to glare at Luke. "Don't dare to call MY ship a flying junkyard!"
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Luke headed to his quarters and stopped suddenly as he saw his Laptop was online.
"This is odd." He said slowly and walked over to his desk. He could not remember having used it the last time.
"R2, did you switch on my Laptop?"
Luke heard some negative beeps coming from his little friend.
"And you didn't see anyone enter my quarters lately?"
Luke sat in front of it and checked his mailbox.
ONE NEW MESSAGE
Who the hell would send him an E-Mail?
As Luke opened the mail he felt a cold shiver running down his back.
YOUR DESTINYWas all it says, but Luke already knew who had sent this E-Mail.
"Vader." He said calmly and looked at R2.
"I have bad feeling about this."
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Han looked worried up to his young friend who had changed dramatically since Bespin. He missed the naive farmboy he had met on Tatooine a million lightyears ago.
He couldn't watch this any longer.
"Luke what happened on Bespin. What has he done to you?"
Luke froze for a second and looked at Han.
"I already said that it was nothing I can't handle."
"Luke I – just take look at you! You have changed so much lately."
Luke laughed shortly. "Damn it Han. Maybe I'm just tired of running from the Empire or I just grow up!" Han saw Luke angrily pressing his bloodless lips together.
"Very well, kid, I just don't know you that way."
Luke looked again to that engine coupling in front of him.
"Maybe that's because you don't know me that well." Damn. Now he had done it.
"I'm sorry."
"No Luke. I'm sorry. It wasn't very polite to bring it back up again. But if you need to talk – you know if you do - I'm here for you."
"I'm fine Han, thanks."
*You must tell them, Luke*.
"Fa…" Luke stopped soon enough not to draw Han's interest again.
*Father?* He asked quietly.
*Yes?*
Luke was stunned for full two seconds. He hadn't been sure that he had heard his fathers voice after their encounter at Bespin. He thought that maybe it had been just an imagination due to his injuries.
*It's no imagination, I assure you, son.*
*You can read my mind!*
*Only that what you let me see, son, or what you're unable to hide.*
*Hide?*
*Your master should have shown you how to barry your thoughts from another force strong being.* Luke felt anger and worry about their mental link.
*Well it seems that the Jedi were so eager in showing you how to use the saber against your own family for their little revenge that they forgot to teach you other – more important – things.*
Luke put the tools aside and climbed down the ship.
*Is this the reason I received your little mail today?*
Luke felt his fathers agreement as he reached his quarters again.
YOUR DESTINEY
* - is not by the rebels Luke.* Vader finished slowly. *And I hope you don't really think you can stay with them. Because I can't tolerate that. This must have been obvious - even to you.*
*I would rather die before I'll serve the Empire and betray my friends.*
*Friends? What do you know about your so-called `friends`? I can tell you about friends! You may believe in them, in your friendship, but in the end you'll be alone and betrayed!* Luke felt the pain in his fathers voice. Had his friends betrayed him like that?
*I trust them.*
*Not enough to tell them who you are. And you're right with that. They will have your blood the minute you'd tell them. Tell them and you'll see.*
*This is much more easy for you, isn't it?*
*It isn't easy or enjoying to see you suffer, my son. But we WILL meet again and until then you should know where you belong.*
Luke swallowed hard. *I understand father*
~
1 ½ year later"It's a trap!" Han screamed as he saw the first Star Destroyers coming out of nowhere. "Damn it if they had only heard of me. I had a bad feeling about this right from the beginning!"
Mon Mothma was staring at the front screen of the Mon Calamari cruiser.
"Commander Skywalker?!"
Luke stared at the controls and shook his head in resignation.
"I'm sorry." He said slowly and followed her glare back to the front screen now filled with imperial ships. Slowly and majestically a Super-Star-Destroyer made it's way to them escorted by four smaller destroyers.
Luke felt the dead mood of the colleagues as they all began to figure out whose super-star-destroyer they were just seeing.
"Oh my god." He heard one of them whisper.
"That's the Executor – Lord Vader's ship."
Luke closed his eyes and look away from the screen. This was the day; this was the moment he had feared since almost two years now. He couldn't help but hearing his father's voice again in his head. "We WILL meet again and until then you should know where you belong."
Luke had dreamed of this meeting before – he never had dreamed it to its end. Because he woke up sweeping and frightened to death. But now he wouldn't wake up.
"The Executor is calling us, ma'am."
Mon Mothma took a deep breath and nodded to the com. officer.
The screen went black and then showed them the most feared being in the whole galaxy. Lord Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith and right hand of the Emperor, second in command of the galactic Empire.
"I'm calling you to discuss conditions of your surrender."
"We'll never surrender, Lord Vader."
Vader made a slight sweeping gesture.
"Enough of this rebel nonsense. You will surrender or you will be destroyed. And I'm sure you won't let your stubbornness be the reason of the lost of you brave crew."
Pressing her lips together she nodded shortly.
"Give me two minutes to inform and instruct my crew."
"I'll give you five. Than we'll conquer your ship and take care of your people."
The contact broke and Mon Mothma sank back in her seat. She felt tears in her eyes knowing that the rebellion couldn't take another great lost like this again. Too many good and important men and women were on this ship.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up.
"Thanks, Commander Skywalker. But I'll be fine." But as she reached for the micro Luke stopped her.
"No. We won't give in so easily." Mon Mothma blinked.
"Are you kidding?"
"No I'm quite serious. I will negotiate with him."
"Negotiate with what? Maybe you haven't noticed but we're not in the right position do make any demands!"
Luke looked to the com. officer and Han. His father may not believe in friendship but he does. And he would do whatever it takes to save them and the rebellion.
"Call the Executor."
The man doesn't react immediately and still looked questioning in Luke's direction.
"NOW!"
~
This was one of the rare days Lord Vader was totally content with himself. Prince Xizor wouldn't be there anymore to make more trouble after he took care of him yesterday, and today Mon Mothma, leader of the rebellion, would surrender to the Empire. It was almost to good to be true. Could a day become even better than this? He doubted it.
He looked out the enormous windows, as one of the com. officers seems to have trouble with an incoming message.
"What?" he demands in his direction.
"L-Lord Vader. Here is a message from the Rebellion cruiser in front of us…" The officer was obviously unsure to go on.
"It's a young man, Sir. He says he want to negotiate with you."
"Negotiate? This must be a very optimistic Rebel. Or is there something else I'm not aware of?"
Vader waited for an answer while the officer was sliding nervously on his seat.
"My Lord – I.. - This Rebel said that he's your son, Sir."
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A/N: This is my first fanific in english. I hope it is understandable. Please review and tell me what you think about it. Shall I go on?
