Luke Skywalker stood over his father, looking down on him not with anger from his lack of presence in Luke's life, but with a new hope. "Luke, my son, you must leave me and go immediately or you will not survive," whispered Anakin as he struggled for life.
"Father, I cannot go until…I must explain to you..." Vader's lungs were beginning to fail. His breathing was becoming raspier. "Father, the last time I saw Yoda he gave me this." Luke held out a small vibrating orb that was glowing like a miniature moon. "He told me to give it to you," stated Luke hesitantly. Truthfully, Luke had no idea what this orb could do for his father, but he knew there must be a reason, for although Yoda had been very old, he was incredibly wise.
Vader gazed at the orb quizzically. The machinery inside his suit, keeping him alive, was failing.
Luke panicked and said quickly, "The last words Yoda said were…" Luke's sentence was cut short when a large explosion shook the Death Star. Darth Vader's guards were running about frantically in the distance, discussing amongst themselves what just happened. Luke heard one distinct word, "Fire!", and knew immediately that he must leave. Anakin seemed to think the same.
"My son, you must go! Do…do not worry about me. It is my destiny to die, not yours. Go!" Luke, finally giving up, set the small orb on the floor and, after another large explosion, ran for the door of the escape shuttle. When Luke shut the door, Anakin whispered, "Goodbye my son." and with his last breath, placed his dying hand on the orb.
