EPILOGUE
He's here. I can feel his presence.IT is here as well. Oh, Obi-Wan, you fool. You gave it to the boy who would be your salvation. It will consume him. Even if it leaves him, it will never fully leave him. It has never left me. Not even a little. Each time he uses it he falls closer to the dark side. My work is almost done already.
Darth Vader was left to these thoughts as he sat in the dark of the Carbon Freezing Chamber waiting for his son to come to him. It was eerily silent except for his amplified breathing. Finally, the moment came, Luke entered the room and after a few words their battle began. Soon their battle led them to a platform high above seemingly nothingness. Their blades clashed as they met each other blow for blow, until one of Luke's went through. Vader's shoulder had been struck.
How could this be? He's only a boy. He could not have out-done me. This was the work of the weapon. It has betrayed me! I will not allow it to betray me further!
With that, Vader saved his son, and himself by slicing Luke's hand and sending the weapon into the Abyss and seemingly to it's doom. All too easy. Was all Vader could think at his apparent victory. ************************************************************************
Lando Calrisain was returning to Bespin for the first time since the fall of the Empire. He was there to bring about a little bit of order.
"Sir," one of his old officers ran to him, "We retrieved this at the bottom of one of the mining shafts, we weren't quite sure what to do with it." The officer held up the weapon and handed it to Clarissian. "I'll return it to Luke, I'm sure he'll be pleased to see it." Lando took hold of the weapon and immediately had a chill run up his spine. He thought little of it as he headed toward his ship to return it to Luke.
To be continued.
He's here. I can feel his presence.IT is here as well. Oh, Obi-Wan, you fool. You gave it to the boy who would be your salvation. It will consume him. Even if it leaves him, it will never fully leave him. It has never left me. Not even a little. Each time he uses it he falls closer to the dark side. My work is almost done already.
Darth Vader was left to these thoughts as he sat in the dark of the Carbon Freezing Chamber waiting for his son to come to him. It was eerily silent except for his amplified breathing. Finally, the moment came, Luke entered the room and after a few words their battle began. Soon their battle led them to a platform high above seemingly nothingness. Their blades clashed as they met each other blow for blow, until one of Luke's went through. Vader's shoulder had been struck.
How could this be? He's only a boy. He could not have out-done me. This was the work of the weapon. It has betrayed me! I will not allow it to betray me further!
With that, Vader saved his son, and himself by slicing Luke's hand and sending the weapon into the Abyss and seemingly to it's doom. All too easy. Was all Vader could think at his apparent victory. ************************************************************************
Lando Calrisain was returning to Bespin for the first time since the fall of the Empire. He was there to bring about a little bit of order.
"Sir," one of his old officers ran to him, "We retrieved this at the bottom of one of the mining shafts, we weren't quite sure what to do with it." The officer held up the weapon and handed it to Clarissian. "I'll return it to Luke, I'm sure he'll be pleased to see it." Lando took hold of the weapon and immediately had a chill run up his spine. He thought little of it as he headed toward his ship to return it to Luke.
To be continued.