Yawn I don't own starwars…on with the story!

"Master Luke?" Threepio looked to where Luke was standing, organizing his things.

"Yes Threepio?" Luke turned to gaze at the droid. Lately he was beginning to seriously wonder what went on in those circuits.

"Well, I must admit I am worried about something."

"What is it?" This should be interesting. Luke sat down opposite the golden droid to listen.

"I believe, if I was alive," he shot a look at Luke, "that I would call it 'being eaten at by my conscience'."

Dack. He's feeling guilty. "You're having a moral problem?"

"Perhaps." He shifted his weight. "I'm afraid I might have killed someone."

Luke tried to put it gently. "You mean Dack?"

Threepio looked up. "Did I kill him?"

"No. He was still alive when we left. Just barely, though."

"Oh my. Well, thank the Maker!"

"Yeah, about that…I've been meaning to ask you something, Threepio."

"Well, anything Master Luke."

"Why did you throw a second grenade at Dack?"

Luke expected that there would be a moment of silence, hesitation. But there wasn't.

"His belt, of course, Sir."

"What?"

"While you and Dack were fighting, I took the liberty to look through his pack."

"And, what did you find?"

"Well, there were a number of grenades, and a…bomb."

"A bomb!"

"Yes. I can't imagine what he was planning to do with it, but it was a standard imperial one. It was meant to be activated by a detonator. A small one, most likely."

"The detonator was on his belt."

"Why yes sir."

"Thank you, Threepio."

Luke turned a walked away, heaving a silent sigh of relief. He would have hated to have had a killer droid on his hands. Maybe Dack wasn't reaching for his blaster. Luke shuddered. Dack had survived, he'd felt that much in the Force. But he was very, very angry. At least now he could trust the droid.

Threepio looked around, nervously. It was just a…a…feeling. That was the only way to describe it. Master Luke was going to do something big, soon. And Threepio knew he was going to be a big part of it. He waited in nervous anticipation.

Dack opened one eye just a little bit. Sitting across from him, meditating similarly, was Darth Vader. He looked so majestic, so powerful and…terrible. There was something odd about seeing that huge, dark, normally imposing shape, sitting and meditating. He seemed almost at peace. But Dack knew better. They had been training hard for the last few days on Naboo. The Emperor had no clue. Sometimes, during the meditation sessions, Dack saw glimpses of Vader's soul.

And it was disturbing. They weren't actual glimpses, just pieces of feelings – memories, none of which Dack wanted to delve into. For the moment, he concentrated on emptying his mind. That was when the visions came to him.

Dust and sand, everywhere, flying. A large sand dune. The feeling of being extremely tired, hot and dehydrated, but still climbing. And then over the edge – the woman. She was beautiful. He could not see her face, but she radiated beauty. As if noticing him, she ran, down the dune and away, without turning. A curtain of flowing brown hair billowed out behind her. And she kept running. He was rooted to the spot. He could hear the words in his head.

"Wait! Come back! I love you!"

And then it was over. Dack pulled forward, as if he had just broken the surface of a wave and needed air. He took a deep breath.

"So you have received your first Force-vision." Darth Vader was staring at him, calmly. Well, not that I can tell underneath that mask.

"You saw it?"

"No. But I recognize the look in your eyes."

It was disturbing. "What kind of vision?"

"It could have been of the past, present or future. It depends on what you saw."

Ptuh. Like I'm going to tell you. "I'm not sure what it was."

"Our lesson is over for today."

"Okay." Vader turned to walk out of the room.

"You should trust your instincts," he said, without turning.

"I'll try." Dack rolled over. What was that all about?

\Sounds like you need some advice.\

\Not from you,\ said Dack, recognizing the voice.

\But that's my job.\

\Yeah, well the last time I listened to you, I lost my arm!\

\Sorry about that. But it all worked out okay!\

\Okay? You call this okay? You don't know jack crap.\

\You're still alive, aren't you.\

\No thanks to you.\

\Well, geez. What's your problem?\

Dack sighed. There was no point in lying to a Force-Voice. \Disturbing visions.\

\Why don't you talk to ol' Darth?\

\Why? Because…he knows nothing of what I…felt during that vision. He knows nothing of love.\

\Don't be so sure about that.\

\Yeah. I'd have to see it to believe it.\

\So what was with this love-thingy?\

\There was this girl…woman there. I wonder if I had a girlfriend before I went undercover.\

\Why don't you go check it out?\

\That's sort of what Vader said.\

\See? He's a smart guy.\

\Yeah, and who are you?\

Silence. Typical. Just typical. I'm going to get myself killed. Then he walked over to check planet bios.

Darth Vader leaned against the side of the meditation chamber. This was bad. After so many years, in these last couple of months, he was coming back.

Anakin Skywalker. Vader had spent a lot of time trying to get rid of his "good" side. But now he was returning. Vader began regretting decisions, even feeling mildly sorry for people he was about to execute…he was becoming human again. And, now, after so long, she had returned to haunt him. Meditating had brought back a memory. A memory of a dream he'd had, long after Palpatine had told him about Padmé's death. The words rang in his ears. He couldn't become Anakin again. It was too late.

Wasn't it?

Oooh. There it must end. I know, I know, that was a pathetically short chapter, but I have a project to work on, and not enough time to do it! (bit of a procrastinator, me) But I will be back. Who do you guys think the mysterious advice giver is? Find out…but maybe not next time, in DACK'S REVENGE!