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Tiltle: Flying High.

Author: Ygraine

Summary: AU. Vader finds Luke on Tatooine and starts to train him himself. Cliche, but fun.

Chapter two:

Lord Vader turned around and gazed at the stars. He was on board the Executor, below the vast ship was Tatooine. He hated that place. When he was a child he hated it, a padawan he hated it, and now? He curled his lip in distaste. He had felt a disturbence in the Force while passing through the Outer Rim, a child... He had sent General Ozzel down...to the school at Anchorhead. Where the Lars' lived. Half hoping, half dreading the outcome.

But a son?

Vader didn't know how to feel. Glad? Distraught?

He had better inform his master.

He stopped.

Why? Why should he inform the Emperor. It was Vader's son after all, and if this...Luke was as powerful as Anakin Skywalker had been... Vader smiled. This boy would truely make a great asset for the Sith. If his Master didn't have the boy destroyed.

No, he could not let that happen. It would be very diffecult however to keep the boy a secret for long from Palpatine though, especially if he were to be trained in the ways of the Sith. Vader didn't deny the fact that his Master was rather paranoid about being overthrown, he would be too, but his Master couldn't deny that the boy would be useful. A young powerful Sith to keep fear and order in the galaxy, in the Rebellion especially.

Under his mask, Lord Vader smiled.

x

Luke blinked several times and the size of it. The ship that they were about to board was bigger than Mos Eisley, bigger than Tatooine almost. Ozzel saw Luke's awe. "Yes, she is a beauty. This is Lord Vaders personal ship."

"His? You mean he lives in space? Cool."

"Oh no" Ozzel chuckled perparing to land the ship. "Although he does spend a lot of his time on the ship, he does have a home, Imperial Palace. Although there isn't much that actually keeps him there."

Luke couldn't really think of any thing else to say so he just nodded, and unbuckled the seat restraints as Ozzel landed the ship in the hanger. He was worried, about his Aunt and Uncle. This is what they had been worried about. The last thing this galaxy needs in another Vader. He shivered slightly at the memory. Why did Vader want him. Was it to kill him? He swallowed his fear, or at least tried to. Why would Vader want to kill him, he had done nothing wrong...well he didn't remember doing anything. After all, this was a dictatorship, he had heard rumours that if you even said that you didn't like the way the Emperor ran the galaxy you could be killed. Luke hadn't said anything, and even if he had he wouldn't have Vader personally assasinating him.

But he had taken a blood sample...something about his parents, and Midi Cholrian count, whatever that was. Maybe this was a lot more sinister that he had originally thought...then again maybe he would survive this encounter, Vader hadn't sounded angry, well no more angry than Luke normally saw him on the holovids that he watched when he was at Biggs' house.

"Would you like a tour?"

Luke jumped at the vioce, it was Ozzel. Luke had forgotten that Vader had told the General to give him a tour. Smiling Luke nodded.

"...This is the Bridge, where we make all of the orders." Luke's feet hurt from walking on the hard ground, he was used to the soft sand. Funnily enough on the Bridge there was a kind of bridge that went along the room, a platform was probably a better word for it, and along the sides there were control panels and men working hard at them. There were some curious looks at Luke as he walked along side the General with his tatty Tatooine farmboy outfit two sizes too big for him. You'll grow into them, his uncle always told him. The view from the top was...incredible. He cold see Tatooine, a sphere of reds, oranges, and yellows, swirled together, not a drop of water. Luke swallowed and tried not to think about his friends of family he had left behind. He knew he was being stupid, but he had this inner gut feeling that told him he wasn't going back there.

And normally those inner gut feelings came true.

That was why people didn't like him, why they teased him.

He dropped his eyes to his cloth boots, that had holes in, and a mountain of sand that was fighting its way inbetween his toes. The way sand always did.

"Are you alright Luke?" Ozzel asked, a note of concern in his voice.

Luke shook his head. "What does he want with me? I'm just a farmboy."

Ozzel furrowed his eyebrows. "We'll see."

Luke suddenly felt as though he had been drenched with cold water, he turned around, and there stood Darth Vader. "My Lord. Ma y I introduce Luke Skywalker."

Suddenly rather terrified, Luke bowed at the neck and said "My Lord"

"You have done well General." Vader then turned to Luke. "I am Darth Vader, you will follow me. General, I want you to persoanally to go down to Anchorhead and go to the address that young Skywalker tells you. Give this to his guardians, for their eys only General, and get some of the boys effects. Is there anything that you are attached to?"

It took Luke a small moment for him to realise that Vader was talking to him. "Oh, um, there's a model of a ship, a T-16 skyhopper. I've had it for as long as I can remember." He blushed, "I know it's rather childish."

Niether Vader or Ozzel seemed to think so, then after all, he was on a ship, maybe they were even impressed that he would hold such fondness for such a ship. Then again, maybe not.

"Very well, give General Ozzel the co-ordinates to you home."

"Um, I don't know them. But it's The Lars Homestead, five miles south of Anchorhead, just a ten minute speeder ride."

He looked at Vader who nodded at him, and the General went. Luke took a deep breath and looked up at the Dark Lord that everyone he knew was scared of, and followed him as he walked through the Bridge and along many a metal corridor. Luke couldn't stop looking at the reflection of himself on the metal floor. He had never seen a floor so clean. Then again, he had never seen a metal floor before. Everything back home was made out of some form of clay, that crumbled. Wasn't enough water in the morter. Every year the whole community would join together and help patch a persons house together. It was someone elses turn each year. It was theirs this year, although people weren't so keen to help out Owen Lars, he merely sent Luke and his wife to do the work each year. A lazy lay about they called him.

But his Uncle was someone you wanted on your good side. He could fight off sand people with a single rifle, rumour said. But that had happened when Luke was very small, and all he remembered (before his aunt dragged him away) were a few young raiders who were staggering. He persumed now with a few more years under his belt, that they were drunk, so Luke guessed that it couldn't have been that much of a challenge for Owen Lars.

Oh how rumours got out of control on Tatooine, Owen however had done nothing to deny it.

When Luke looked up he saw that he was now in a smallish room, a single bunk in the corner and a refresher room oppisite.

The Brig? Luke thought.

"No, your quarters until we reach Coruscant." Vader said.

Luke jumped, so the rumours were true, he could read minds. Luke suddenly felt very exposed. "What am I doing here? I didn't do anything wrong did I? I know I'm late for school a lot, but thats..." He stopped. "Is this because I'm...weird?"

The Dark Lord turned his head and looked down slightly at the sixteen year old. Luke blushed again, he was a little short for his age, many boys were already six foot, with girlfriends. Biggs had already had two, Luke however...he stopped abruptly remembering that Vader could read minds and probably didn't want to know about how sad Luke was, can't even find himself a girlfriend...he stopped himself again, and looked up and Vader.

"Partly." Vader fianlly answered.

Luke's eyes widened. "Partly?" He gulped "You're not going to have to...kill me are you?" He had read about the purges, and Force Sensitive children, but that was ridiculous, he boring old little Luke Skywalker wasn't Force Sensitive.

Was he?

"Normally..." Vader said slowly "That would be the case, but concerning you...there are special circumstances."

Luke's breathing became rapid. Normally that would be the case? Oh Stars what was this? He was never speaking to people he didn't know again!

"Special circumstances?" Luke echoed.

"Because of who you are."

"And who am I?"

Vader's head jerked towards him. "Luke Skywalker, if what your blood tells me is correct."

Luke inwardly sighed and cringed, Vader it seemed recognised this. "You will find out in time Youngling."

Youngling

Wasn't that an expression for very young Jedi? Besides, he wasn't young, he was nearly seventeen then he would be old enough to get his speeder lisence, no more runninng to school because he missed the transport...he stopped again. It seemed very unlikely that he was going back.

Biggs. He was never going to see his best friend again. The only one who didn't tease him because of his weirdness.

"You shall return to Tatooine one day. You shall see."

In a body bag

Vader turned to Luke again. "I will not let the Emperor or any one for that matter destroy you. It's getting late, I suggest that after I get a droid to give you some food, you get some sleep. I shall see you in the morning. Luke."

Then he turned, open the door and left. Luke sat on the bunk, it was rather comfortable, taking in the surrounding, re-running the conversation in his head...

...Did he say the Emperor?

Oh by the Force what had he got himself into?

TBC

Spoiler for next chapt.

Next chapt: Vaders revelation, and Lukes, not overly happy neither is the Emperor.

A/N: Please review. Thankyou for all those reviews, it was them that encouraged me to get a new chapter out! So review more! pwease

SygirlVALOR: Thank-you, I hope that I don't disappoint you by making this uber cliche, hopefully it won't be.

Lanfear1: Hehehehe, you'll find out in the next chapter

Ladt Geuna: We'll find out what happens to Owen and Beru in a couple of chapters.

(there were more yay but I can't reply to them all.)