Luke stormed angrily down the corridor. He could feel the Force pulsing in him, feeding on his anger. Blinded by fury, he somehow made his way to the training rooms hidden deep in the Death Star. Nobody but he, Leia, and their father knew of the rooms. Leia had been dragged there many times against her will, in attempts to work on the aggression that lay dormant in her. All of the attempts had been futile. He opened the doors and removed his cloak, revealing a tall muscular body clothed entirely in black. He activated four destroyer droids, and powered up his lightsaber.
Instantly, the four droids launched themselves at him. He neatly sliced through the first two immediately, and they fell to the ground, but there were still the other two to deal with. Blaster bolts were fired at him, two blasters each, which he blocked with his lightsaber. Luke twisted and turned, wielding the lightsaber as though it was part of his arm, and not a separate entity. He leapt up on a chair, leapt off of it, flipped, and landed on his feet. He immediately turned again as the two droids advanced on him, crawling steadily forward on their claw-like legs, never ceasing their fire. Luke called on the Force, and leapt high into the air, slicing one of the droids into three neat pieces as he did so. There was still one droid left.
Luke charged the remaining droid head on, holding out his lightsaber in front of him like a shield. The droid whipped out a third blaster. Luke wasn't prepared for this. Nevertheless, he managed to deflect about ten bolts before he was caught off-guard and a red bolt exploded into his left leg.
Luke screamed in pain as his skin burned. He collapsed on the ground, unable to walk. The agony was horrible, crushing, and the destroyer approached him slowly, the bolts now ceased. It knew its prey was defenseless, and it was closing in for the kill. The droid stopped a mere foot away from Luke's face, and held a single blaster above his head, poised to shoot…
"Luke!" Leia screamed.
Luke managed to turn his head to see both Leia and Vader standing in the doorway. Vader raised a hand, and the droid sputtered and collapsed. Leia was unable to restrain herself, and ran to her brother's aid. "Luke…Luke…I felt your pain in my dreams and I came as fast as I could…"
"Get away from me." Luke spat through clenched teeth. "I'm fine."
He removed his hand from his wound, which he'd unconsciously been clutching. Leia gasped as she saw the ugly red wound. "Luke…you're hurt!"
"I'm fine!"
She rocked back, shocked. Vader stood silent the whole time, watching the exchange between his two children. But then, he spoke, "Luke, let your sister help you."
"What?" Luke said, confused.
"I said, let her help!" Without another word, Vader turned and left, his black cape billowing behind him. Leia turned back to her brother. "Come on…we need to get you to the med center."
Luke scowled, but he allowed Leia to support him as he hobbled out of the training rooms. This made no sense. Vader shouldn't have allowed Leia to help him. It was too good. And besides, the Force would care for him.
In the med center, he sat on a white chair as Leia ripped his pants leg off of him and dabbed bacta on the wound. When he hissed in pain, she snapped, "What? I thought you'd be used to pain by now. Or are you only used to causing it, and not receiving it?"
Luke winced at her words, but then her expression softened. "What were you doing down there by yourself?" She asked softly.
"Nothing."
"Fine." Leia finished tying the bandage around his leg and stood up. "Excuse me."
She started to leave, but then Luke called to her. "Thank you, Leia…I doubt the finest medical droids could have done better."
She said nothing.
"Why did you help me, though?" He asked her.
"You were in pain." She said quietly. "It doesn't matter to me if you're a Sith or not."
And then Leia was gone.
