Vader stood motionless as his son stepped into the devastated office,
allowing the door to slide shut behind him. His sapphire eyes studying the
wall of vid-screens displaying every major broadcasting station, "tickers"
scrolling across every screen- all covering the "Skywalker Crisis." Luke
mulled over the implications of the scene he'd just stepped into. He'd
feared that turning to his father might be a terrible mistake, but the
state he found the normally stoic Lord of Sith in suggested otherwise.
Luke glanced at a few scattered datapads as he passed them-Alliance reports-
of HIM. His father had been tracking him. He felt a lump of guilt settle
ironically in his stomach. Here was the man he'd once vowed to kill- who
had cut off his hand, who had with a single sentence had turned his
universe upside down- and here he was, feeling guilty for worrying him.
Vader watched his son as he circled the room, observing the product of his father's wrath with an incredible calm. He had grown much since Bespin- unfortunately Vader had not. The Sith Lord remained unmoved as the young man finally stopped before him. Vader observed his son with pride as he held himself as if their meeting at Bespin never occurred.
"I must say Father," Luke began, "I'm touched that you wasted such energy on my account."
Vader resisted taking a step back, feeling as if he'd just been slapped.
"I felt-" The Dark Lord spoke without thinking, but continued when he saw the hope forming in his son's eyes, "that I had lost you- my Son."
Luke looked down at the floor and remained silent.
"Son," Luke looked up as his father addressed him, "why-why have you come? Of all the places of refuge, why here, why me?"
Luke smiled slightly, strangely feeling at ease with the distraught Sith- who was now nearly pouring his heart into his son's hands.
"I was cast out of the Alliance. Granted, the elite members followed me out the door, but nevertheless- my place in the universe was disrupted." Luke paused, gazing at a hole punched in the wall, "So, I went through my options--- and I realized that-that the only place I really belonged was-" Luke looked up into his father's masked eyes, "was here with you, the only person who would not reject me- nor judge me."
Vader simply nodded proudly- and in relief, as he pulled his son into a warm embrace- vowing as he did so that they would never be separated again.
Not by Xizor, the media, the Alliance-- nor the Empire.
~
Han growled a colorful curse as he attempted to reach Luke's commlink for the fifth time in as many minutes.
"He must have turned it off," Leia murmured from beside him looking out the viewport at the floating X-Wings. They had jumped moments after Luke had made it through the planetary defense, but they hadn't expected that he wouldn't contract them.
Han slammed the commlink down, "What the hell's he doing down there anyway?"
Leia nervously picked at a nail, "We'll give him a couple days- then we'll get worried, k?"
She pulled him towards the gallery to watch the new reports- to watch for any signs of Luke or his mysterious plan.
Han didn't reply, he settled with fuming silently- to cover his worry.
He had a bad feeling about this.
~
Luke crept through the corridors of the Black Sun headquarters, making his way towards the invisible door leading to Xizor's private quarters- a door that he, by all rights, should not know about.
He shrugged, Well, Xizor wasn't suppose to know about his parentage-Fair's fair.
He nudged the Force, not bothering to push his anger at the man on the other side of the door away before doing so- and stepped inside.
The Prince looked up in alarm and moved to defend himself- as Luke easily pinned him to the floor, holding him firmly.
Xizor looked up at him- unable to see his features through the shadows his hood produced.
"What do you want?" he hissed.
A blonde lock fell down over an intense blue eye as he smiled, pulling his hood down, "Revenge."
~
Vader knelt before the Emperor as the great throne turned.
"This had better be good."
Vader stood immediately, not waiting for permission.
"You allowed Xizor the information about Skywalker." Vader said lowly- using a voice he was accustomed to using on his troops.
The Emperor rose in rage.
"No pleasantries tonight, Lord Vader? Simply brusque treason this time?" His fingertips sparked.
Vader smiled, that WAS rather abrupt. As the Emperor advanced he reached out to his son, Now, he called into the waiting mind and smiled in satisfaction as Xizor's death scream filled his mental ears.
Palpatine stepped back as the shock hit him, the distraction giving Vader the window he needed to strike him down and block his spirit from lodging itself into another body.
As he felt the Force claim the tyrant, he smiled.
Abrupt indeed.
Luke laughed in his thoughts.
NOTHING could stop them now, never mind would.
[PATHETICALLY SHORT! I just wanted you all to know that I haven't forgotten about this story. I think I jumped to the kill (literally) on this one- but I don't like fluff. I want ACTION. You know? I'll probably hear about it soon enough - right?]
Vader watched his son as he circled the room, observing the product of his father's wrath with an incredible calm. He had grown much since Bespin- unfortunately Vader had not. The Sith Lord remained unmoved as the young man finally stopped before him. Vader observed his son with pride as he held himself as if their meeting at Bespin never occurred.
"I must say Father," Luke began, "I'm touched that you wasted such energy on my account."
Vader resisted taking a step back, feeling as if he'd just been slapped.
"I felt-" The Dark Lord spoke without thinking, but continued when he saw the hope forming in his son's eyes, "that I had lost you- my Son."
Luke looked down at the floor and remained silent.
"Son," Luke looked up as his father addressed him, "why-why have you come? Of all the places of refuge, why here, why me?"
Luke smiled slightly, strangely feeling at ease with the distraught Sith- who was now nearly pouring his heart into his son's hands.
"I was cast out of the Alliance. Granted, the elite members followed me out the door, but nevertheless- my place in the universe was disrupted." Luke paused, gazing at a hole punched in the wall, "So, I went through my options--- and I realized that-that the only place I really belonged was-" Luke looked up into his father's masked eyes, "was here with you, the only person who would not reject me- nor judge me."
Vader simply nodded proudly- and in relief, as he pulled his son into a warm embrace- vowing as he did so that they would never be separated again.
Not by Xizor, the media, the Alliance-- nor the Empire.
~
Han growled a colorful curse as he attempted to reach Luke's commlink for the fifth time in as many minutes.
"He must have turned it off," Leia murmured from beside him looking out the viewport at the floating X-Wings. They had jumped moments after Luke had made it through the planetary defense, but they hadn't expected that he wouldn't contract them.
Han slammed the commlink down, "What the hell's he doing down there anyway?"
Leia nervously picked at a nail, "We'll give him a couple days- then we'll get worried, k?"
She pulled him towards the gallery to watch the new reports- to watch for any signs of Luke or his mysterious plan.
Han didn't reply, he settled with fuming silently- to cover his worry.
He had a bad feeling about this.
~
Luke crept through the corridors of the Black Sun headquarters, making his way towards the invisible door leading to Xizor's private quarters- a door that he, by all rights, should not know about.
He shrugged, Well, Xizor wasn't suppose to know about his parentage-Fair's fair.
He nudged the Force, not bothering to push his anger at the man on the other side of the door away before doing so- and stepped inside.
The Prince looked up in alarm and moved to defend himself- as Luke easily pinned him to the floor, holding him firmly.
Xizor looked up at him- unable to see his features through the shadows his hood produced.
"What do you want?" he hissed.
A blonde lock fell down over an intense blue eye as he smiled, pulling his hood down, "Revenge."
~
Vader knelt before the Emperor as the great throne turned.
"This had better be good."
Vader stood immediately, not waiting for permission.
"You allowed Xizor the information about Skywalker." Vader said lowly- using a voice he was accustomed to using on his troops.
The Emperor rose in rage.
"No pleasantries tonight, Lord Vader? Simply brusque treason this time?" His fingertips sparked.
Vader smiled, that WAS rather abrupt. As the Emperor advanced he reached out to his son, Now, he called into the waiting mind and smiled in satisfaction as Xizor's death scream filled his mental ears.
Palpatine stepped back as the shock hit him, the distraction giving Vader the window he needed to strike him down and block his spirit from lodging itself into another body.
As he felt the Force claim the tyrant, he smiled.
Abrupt indeed.
Luke laughed in his thoughts.
NOTHING could stop them now, never mind would.
[PATHETICALLY SHORT! I just wanted you all to know that I haven't forgotten about this story. I think I jumped to the kill (literally) on this one- but I don't like fluff. I want ACTION. You know? I'll probably hear about it soon enough - right?]