Credit must be given to GArcher, my husband. Sadly, I cannot claim the plot for this story, for in this instance
my job is to take his ideas and assemble them accordingly. I change the phrasing, invent the dialogue and
provide descriptions and the 'in between' scenes. The heart of the story belongs to him and his endless
knowledge of the techno jargon is invaluable. We sincerely hope that you continue to enjoy this story as much
as we enjoy writing it. :D
DESTINY
Chapter 2
Luke awoke in semi darkness and amidst complete silence. Only one dull light shone above and behind him, yet
he was still inclined to squint even under the paltry strength of the lightglobe. He struggled to see further than
his feet until his eyes adjusted. There was no telling how long he had slept and his memory of even arriving in
this place was dim.
Slowly, his eyes became accustomed and he was able to scan his indistinct surroundings, but there was precious
little to see. A bench on the opposite wall with what appeared to be his torn and soiled clothing bundled at one
end and slightly above that was a control panel for the door. Luke moved to sit up and in doing so knocked over a
standing tray, scattering medical equipment over the floor. He flinched at the deafening ruckus of metal bouncing
off metal. Glancing down at the mess on the floor he noticed, with quiet fascination, the surgery which had been
deftly performed on him. Inquisitively, he raised his mechanical hand to within inches of his face, contemplating his
decision regarding the treatment of his injury and, even in these dim surroundings, he knew others would not recognize
it as a prosthetic. He moved each finger in turn, then twisted his hand around and back. A smile grew as he stretched
his arm, moving it this way and that, placing his hand in all positions, happily satisfied that his clumsy encounter with
his father had left him no worse for wear.
The door to his medical unit opened without warning, startling Luke from his wonderment.
An Imperial Guard entered and bowed to Luke respectfully. "Sir, I bring word from Lord Vader that he wishes you to
join him on the upper deck." The guard stepped forward, placing clean clothing next to Luke "When you're ready, Sir."
With that, the guard left room and sealed the door behind him.
****
Chewbacca and Lando had taken the Millenium Falcon to re-group with the Alliance in space on board the Mon Cal
Headquarters Frigate. It was here a plan was hatched to rescue Captain Solo. For Leia, there was no other way
forward until she was sure of Han's location and his rescue successfully implemented.
Han was alive, she knew this for certain. But Luke? Luke felt lost to her. Leia was sure he must be dead. There was
no way to account for her peculiar sense of his doom, it was simply an unfounded notion which continually nagged
at her.
****
The force light eminating from the once great Jedi cut through the damp darkness that is Dagobah, as Obi Wan and
Yoda sat in shattered, disbelieving silence. The Sith's victory seemed complete. The Jedi had been wiped out bar Yoda
and one other. One young girl was all that now stood between darkness and light. Yoda fiercely eyed his companion.
Obi Wan nodded respectfully, then retreated.
****
Luke Skywalker strode confidently behind the Imperial Guard leading him through the corridors of the Executor to his
father's private quarters. The hopelessness of the Alliance's quest became glaringly obvious as he passed through the
pristine passageways of the star destroyer. Signs of the Empires strength was all around him. Better equipment and in
greater supply along with the sheer number of recruits aboard this one ship predicted the eventual demise of the Rebellion.
The guard stopped outside Lord Vader's door and turning to Luke informed him "Lord Vader is waiting for you inside".
He saluted Skywalker and marched away.
Luke pushed the door panel and entered the chambers. He noticed Vader rise from his seat at the far end of the room
and walk toward him, his hand extended to his son. Luke took Vader's hand and the two dark soldiers embraced one
another. Darth Vader spoke in quiet tones "There is much we must do if we are to be triumphant. Rules which must be
obeyed. Duties which must be carried out".
"Yes Father".
Vader continued, "Obstacles which must be removed". Luke nodded silently to express his understanding as Vader
directed him to a chair, then seated himself next to his son placing a hand upon his shoulder. "My son, you have
joined with me and availed yourself to the power of the darkside. You have become a Dark Lord of the Sith". Luke
listened intently. "You and I must overcome the Emperor in order to rule as father and son, but we must be furtive, the
Emperor is powerful and knowing". Vader stood, gesturing behind him, and a figure stepped out from shadows, taking
his position beside the dark Lord. "I have enlisted the services of this bounty hunter to destroy Palpatine, a task too
perilous for either of us. It is better that we keep our distance, for if our intentions were revealed it would mean certain
death and, as yet, I believe him to be unaware of your turning".
Luke stood and walked toward the two figures "I trust in your judgement, Father" and extended his greeting to Boba
Fett who nodded his reply in return.
****
In the solace of her Royal Quarters on board the Frigate, Leia began to change her clothes and attempted to wash away
the grime which she felt was soaking into her skin, but such a simple task seemed remarkably laborious. Her head was
spinning with the day's events and once again her anger towards Lando began to surface. It was he who had insisted
that even if she refused to rest, she should at least freshen up. He had played on her vanity by remarking she was in no
state to address the assembly and a spruce up was in order. She smacked her palms against the wall, furious at Lando
for his chicanery and angry at herself for being so easily convinced into retiring from the bridge.
With her anger and frustration gaining the best of her, Leia found herself sliding down the wall as she released the grief
within. She huddled into a ball, her arms wrapped around her knees and buried her face to stiffle the mournful sobs
emanating from her the depths of her soul. Her shoulders sank lower and lower until she lay curled up on her side on the
cold floor, her weeping finally abating as she fell into an exhausted sleep.
****
Boba Fett took his leave from the Sith and made his way to the docking bay, quietly satisfied the deal which he had
proposed had been accepted on all points. Darth Vader had always been a steady source of employment, but the booty
he would draw from this commission would topple everything previous and deservingly so, for this would was sure to
be the most dangerous contract he had ever carried out!
With the bounty hunter despatched, Vader again invited his son to sit as he continued to impart his machination. "The
Rebels are now at their weakest, my son. With your turning they will not be able to withstand the strength of the Empire.
I am relying on your knowledge of the whereabouts of all the rebel bases in order to systematically wipe them out! Soon
we will see an end to this tedious war." Vader rose from his seat and walked behind Luke, placing both hands on his
shoulders "The most significant victory will be yours, Luke". Vader voice was cold and deliberate "Your first duty is to
assassinate the Princess Organa! Her influence on the galaxy can no longer be tolerated and her death will lead to the
disillusion of her misled politics" Luke stood and turned to face his father, his mood was calm and a small smile was
etched into his face as his new master continued "Her death is vital to our victory!" Luke Skywalker, once a proud Jedi,
nodded in agreement. There was no remorse in his decision to obey, it was his destiny.
end Chapter 2
my job is to take his ideas and assemble them accordingly. I change the phrasing, invent the dialogue and
provide descriptions and the 'in between' scenes. The heart of the story belongs to him and his endless
knowledge of the techno jargon is invaluable. We sincerely hope that you continue to enjoy this story as much
as we enjoy writing it. :D
DESTINY
Chapter 2
Luke awoke in semi darkness and amidst complete silence. Only one dull light shone above and behind him, yet
he was still inclined to squint even under the paltry strength of the lightglobe. He struggled to see further than
his feet until his eyes adjusted. There was no telling how long he had slept and his memory of even arriving in
this place was dim.
Slowly, his eyes became accustomed and he was able to scan his indistinct surroundings, but there was precious
little to see. A bench on the opposite wall with what appeared to be his torn and soiled clothing bundled at one
end and slightly above that was a control panel for the door. Luke moved to sit up and in doing so knocked over a
standing tray, scattering medical equipment over the floor. He flinched at the deafening ruckus of metal bouncing
off metal. Glancing down at the mess on the floor he noticed, with quiet fascination, the surgery which had been
deftly performed on him. Inquisitively, he raised his mechanical hand to within inches of his face, contemplating his
decision regarding the treatment of his injury and, even in these dim surroundings, he knew others would not recognize
it as a prosthetic. He moved each finger in turn, then twisted his hand around and back. A smile grew as he stretched
his arm, moving it this way and that, placing his hand in all positions, happily satisfied that his clumsy encounter with
his father had left him no worse for wear.
The door to his medical unit opened without warning, startling Luke from his wonderment.
An Imperial Guard entered and bowed to Luke respectfully. "Sir, I bring word from Lord Vader that he wishes you to
join him on the upper deck." The guard stepped forward, placing clean clothing next to Luke "When you're ready, Sir."
With that, the guard left room and sealed the door behind him.
****
Chewbacca and Lando had taken the Millenium Falcon to re-group with the Alliance in space on board the Mon Cal
Headquarters Frigate. It was here a plan was hatched to rescue Captain Solo. For Leia, there was no other way
forward until she was sure of Han's location and his rescue successfully implemented.
Han was alive, she knew this for certain. But Luke? Luke felt lost to her. Leia was sure he must be dead. There was
no way to account for her peculiar sense of his doom, it was simply an unfounded notion which continually nagged
at her.
****
The force light eminating from the once great Jedi cut through the damp darkness that is Dagobah, as Obi Wan and
Yoda sat in shattered, disbelieving silence. The Sith's victory seemed complete. The Jedi had been wiped out bar Yoda
and one other. One young girl was all that now stood between darkness and light. Yoda fiercely eyed his companion.
Obi Wan nodded respectfully, then retreated.
****
Luke Skywalker strode confidently behind the Imperial Guard leading him through the corridors of the Executor to his
father's private quarters. The hopelessness of the Alliance's quest became glaringly obvious as he passed through the
pristine passageways of the star destroyer. Signs of the Empires strength was all around him. Better equipment and in
greater supply along with the sheer number of recruits aboard this one ship predicted the eventual demise of the Rebellion.
The guard stopped outside Lord Vader's door and turning to Luke informed him "Lord Vader is waiting for you inside".
He saluted Skywalker and marched away.
Luke pushed the door panel and entered the chambers. He noticed Vader rise from his seat at the far end of the room
and walk toward him, his hand extended to his son. Luke took Vader's hand and the two dark soldiers embraced one
another. Darth Vader spoke in quiet tones "There is much we must do if we are to be triumphant. Rules which must be
obeyed. Duties which must be carried out".
"Yes Father".
Vader continued, "Obstacles which must be removed". Luke nodded silently to express his understanding as Vader
directed him to a chair, then seated himself next to his son placing a hand upon his shoulder. "My son, you have
joined with me and availed yourself to the power of the darkside. You have become a Dark Lord of the Sith". Luke
listened intently. "You and I must overcome the Emperor in order to rule as father and son, but we must be furtive, the
Emperor is powerful and knowing". Vader stood, gesturing behind him, and a figure stepped out from shadows, taking
his position beside the dark Lord. "I have enlisted the services of this bounty hunter to destroy Palpatine, a task too
perilous for either of us. It is better that we keep our distance, for if our intentions were revealed it would mean certain
death and, as yet, I believe him to be unaware of your turning".
Luke stood and walked toward the two figures "I trust in your judgement, Father" and extended his greeting to Boba
Fett who nodded his reply in return.
****
In the solace of her Royal Quarters on board the Frigate, Leia began to change her clothes and attempted to wash away
the grime which she felt was soaking into her skin, but such a simple task seemed remarkably laborious. Her head was
spinning with the day's events and once again her anger towards Lando began to surface. It was he who had insisted
that even if she refused to rest, she should at least freshen up. He had played on her vanity by remarking she was in no
state to address the assembly and a spruce up was in order. She smacked her palms against the wall, furious at Lando
for his chicanery and angry at herself for being so easily convinced into retiring from the bridge.
With her anger and frustration gaining the best of her, Leia found herself sliding down the wall as she released the grief
within. She huddled into a ball, her arms wrapped around her knees and buried her face to stiffle the mournful sobs
emanating from her the depths of her soul. Her shoulders sank lower and lower until she lay curled up on her side on the
cold floor, her weeping finally abating as she fell into an exhausted sleep.
****
Boba Fett took his leave from the Sith and made his way to the docking bay, quietly satisfied the deal which he had
proposed had been accepted on all points. Darth Vader had always been a steady source of employment, but the booty
he would draw from this commission would topple everything previous and deservingly so, for this would was sure to
be the most dangerous contract he had ever carried out!
With the bounty hunter despatched, Vader again invited his son to sit as he continued to impart his machination. "The
Rebels are now at their weakest, my son. With your turning they will not be able to withstand the strength of the Empire.
I am relying on your knowledge of the whereabouts of all the rebel bases in order to systematically wipe them out! Soon
we will see an end to this tedious war." Vader rose from his seat and walked behind Luke, placing both hands on his
shoulders "The most significant victory will be yours, Luke". Vader voice was cold and deliberate "Your first duty is to
assassinate the Princess Organa! Her influence on the galaxy can no longer be tolerated and her death will lead to the
disillusion of her misled politics" Luke stood and turned to face his father, his mood was calm and a small smile was
etched into his face as his new master continued "Her death is vital to our victory!" Luke Skywalker, once a proud Jedi,
nodded in agreement. There was no remorse in his decision to obey, it was his destiny.
end Chapter 2