Luke felt the comforting warmth around him and turned around again.
Thanks god it has only been one of his bad dreams again.
"Light." He mumbled half awake and tried to spot the first shapes as the light slowly got more intensive.
Suspiciously Luke scanned the whole room back and forth.
"Oh no…" he whispered realizing has his dream had been true.
He stood up and took the clothes laying on the desk. Naturally all in black. He let them fall back onto the desk. He wants his old clothes back! But than he took them again and started changing. He hadn't much too choose in this matter Luke realized. Even if he had his old clothes it wouldn't do him any good to run around in a rebel uniform on board of an imperial star destroyer.
Luke stared in the mirror above the commode next to him.
Not bad, Luke thought as he first saw his reflection in the mirror. It looked elegant in a way and very expansive, this much was for sure. At least it wasn't one of these ugly green imperial uniforms which all higher officers had to wear.
*Luke*
*Fa…*
Luke stopped. No, it wasn't the dark lords touch, it was completely different.
*Luke why haven't you come back and finished your training?!"
Luke's eyes widened.
"Master Yoda!" he said aloud.
*Yoda I am. And now in great danger you are.*
Luke felt the regret coming from the old Jedi.
*I'm sorry I don't came back right after Bespin, but the rebellion needed me*
*Much credit you gave yourself, young one. But to late it is now, our last hope you are. Bring the light back to the galaxy only you can Luke.*
*Yoda, what you want from me is…I can't kill my own father.*
*Told you he did?*
*Yes at Bespin.*
*Unpleasened that is and unwelcome as well.*
Luke eyes get small. *Unwelcome?*
*Yes. Luke, your father, Anakin Skywalker, died many years ago.*
Luke could feel a great distribution in the force.
*Yoda!* He called desperately as he felt the old Jedi-Master's presence vanishing.
*Don't trust him Luke. Stay away…away…from…the…the…dark.*
Lukes eyes shut as he felt Yoda die trough the force. He sat on his bed his arms around his keens. His teacher was gone. The only one left to teach him what he wanted to know so desperately.
~
At the bridge of the Executor Vader felt the force hit him hard as he felt Yodas presence disappear. So Yoda had died finally. He never have had a clue where the old Jedi had hide from the emperor, but now it was of no importance anyway. He had also felt Luke's grief about the old Jedis death. He would learn soon that there was no space for grief and regrets at the dark side. He had to talk about it with him – later.
~
Mon Mothmas fist bumped hard on the table.
"I said NO. Do you know this word Princess Organa?"
"Mon, I can't accept this answer. Luke is one of my best friends! One of your best friends! How can you just let him go?! We must do something! We must free him! He risked his life more than one time to save me! I just can not stand by seeing him suffer."
Mons face was stoned.
"No we can't offer so much ships for a mission. Even when it's only for a rescue mission and who knows if he needs to be rescued at all? At least, Lord Vader liked him enough to spare our live."
"Leia." She said more silence now.
"Who knows if he was at our side at all? What if he was an imperial spy?"
Leia felt the anger pumping through all her veins.
"How could you even think of something absurd like this!"
Her eyes became small again and her voice was cold as ice.
"Leia I don't know how…deep your relationship with commander Skywalker was, but if he didn't told you that he's the son of Lord Vader who know how much more he haven't told you?"
Leia slapped the woman in front of her and stared at her for a full minute.
"I'm sorry." Mon whispered hurt.
But Leia shook her head.
"No you're not. You would see Skywalker rather dead than alive, so deep goes your anger and you're need of revenge. How could I even think you would care?"
She turns around and faced General Solo.
"Han I'm leaving for Luke. Do you come with me?" Her eyes were begging but even without that Han had joined her without thinking. He would follow her into death he knew now.
"Surely your highness." Was all he could manage to say. Chewbacca blared something non-understandable.
"And Chewie wants to join you as well."
Leia smiled thankfully.
"Together with the droids that would make five. Luke we're coming!"
~
Luke sat on the bed looking up as the door opened.
"I hope you've finished with your suicidal aspirations." A dark voice asked but the answer was silence.
"Come I'll show you something." The dark lord offered and left the quarters, waiting in the doorframe for his son to follow. Luke waited a second and stood up finally.
He couldn't spend the rest of his life in here, could he?
They walked down some corridors until they reached a turbolift, which drove up to the final deck. After they walked a little further they reached a big door secured by two red imperial guards, who stood military straight as they saw the imperial Lord approaching.
Where am I? Luke thought a bit afraid after he entered with his father.
*These are my private chambers* his father repeated.
"Light." He said aloud walking towards a big desk.
Luke looked around. A computer terminal and a desk, which was covered with data disks, were standing right in front of him. Framed by shelves with lots of books. Real books with pages of paper! Luke never has had one. They were rare and extremely expansive. Like the rest of the furniture. There were also some 3-D pictures and a gigantic view screen.
He was obviously in his father's office.
"Did you bring me here to impress me?" he asked walking to the view screen not willing to show that he was indeed impressed.
"No." the dark lord answered truthfully and Luke could feel his gaze burning at his back.
"What?!" he asked and turned around.
"I can't believe that my son is impressed by such bit of paper and something so material as money."
"Stay out of my head!"
Vader chuckled lightly. "Your thoughts are like an open Datapad for my son. That's not my fault. Yoda was right telling you to come back." Vader felt Luke's anger as he mentioned his now dead master.
His father opened another hidden door as they reached a living room. Everything was a bit to big and to imposing for Luke.
"I regret you had to be raised by Owen Lars. Sit down." Luke did as he was told staring angrily at the man in front of him.
"It's a bit late for regrets!" he hissed.
"You don't like my company." Vader commented.
"Sure I don't like your company. Last time you cut off my hand!"
Vader was glad for his mask at his moment. He could take much of this child. He closed his eyes letting go of his anger. He couldn't break Luke through violence. Bespin had made the space between them bigger than ever. He had to win Luke's trust.
"It won't happen again." I offered you the galaxy and you cut with your lightsaber in my shoulder Luke! His mind was still in rage, but outside he was perfectly in control.
"What did you want to show me?"
Vader looked at him handling a datapad.
"Remember what I told you on Bespin? About the Emperor? And that you would be the one to kill him?"
Luke stared at the pad.
"On this pad you will find any necessary information for killing Palpatine."
Luke shook his head violently.
"That is impossible. How can I be able to kill the emperor when you have ten times more power than I have? When I would be as powerful as you said, I wouldn't be here!"
So the kid thought that he was such strong? Good.
"I am stronger than you Luke that's right. But you're my son. You inherited enormously potential. Don't waste it."
"Never."
"With the right teaching and without the barriers of the light side. You will be unstoppable. Neither by Palpatine nor me."
"No!"
"What do you want Luke? Money?"
Vader felt his son's confusion and inner-trouble. Yes, this was the right way. Luke was a Skywalker indeed. But he would learn soon that power and money meant nothing to the force.
"I'm not venal!"
"Everything is venal, Luke." His father said devilish.
"Not human."
"You're so naive boy. I buy humans more than once a day."
Luke was silent for a moment.
"You must need very badly." He realized and shook his head slowly.
"So what do you want?…. You're a rebel. This gives you the chance to destroy Palpatine. And I still want you to rule with me Luke. You could change things. And after all I'm the only one left who can teach you the ways of the force besides Palpatine and I really wouldn't consider that possibility."
Luke stood up. "I will never become a Sith like you! I am a Jedi! And it would change nothing at all! I don't know but maybe you forgot about the meaning of the word NEVER in all those years, father! "Never" is word not unlike "NO". It means NOT IN ALL TIME! Did I made myself clear?!"
Vader smiled behind his mask.
"It's good to see you don't inherited your mother's desire of time wasting argumentation."
Luke stood still. His mother? What did he know about his mother? Who was she?
"Tell me about her."
"I will, after you started your training."
Luke closed his eyes realizing this was pointless.
"I haven't much saying in this haven't I?"
"No you haven't."
Luke turned around walking back to his quarters. At least the picture would become clearer now. Mother…
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