The Skywalker Destiny (Dynasty)
Chapter 10- A
Back at Vader's home that night, Luke was brooding. His father did not seem the least bit interested in any political aspirations at all. He only wanted to have fun and enjoy himself. He put on the glossy emerald green tunic he had bought and stood before a mirror admiring himself. "I am so tired of black, Luke, you could not possibly imagine" He told Luke.
His son was not interested. "I know, Father, so you told me." Vader then played with his hair, trying to make it curlier again. "I can't believe it! I'm so good looking" he said quietly and vainly to himself. "Do you want to go out tonight and try to attract females? Luke, finally, I feel I could find love again."
"Love again? As painful as my mother's memory is to you? You won't even look at her picture." Luke rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Let's get going, shall we? The power is ours. The galaxy is laying here on the streets of Coruscant for the taking. If we don't act soon, someone else will."
Vader looked hurt. "You know how much I have suffered because of what happened to your mother. I have suffered so much in my life,.."
"and you have caused suffering to countless others!"
"I know, Luke, but I've changed, don't I deserve another chance? Believe me, if there was anything I could do to atone for it all, I would! I have suffered in so many ways, pain, agony, guilt, frustration, infirmity- but Luke, I finally feel I can live now. I want to have a little fun, play around for once in my life. Don't take that hope away from me." He stared at Luke with the saddest of eyes. It didn't work.
"If you want to "live" how about joining me in declaring our rule to the city, and the planet? Father, it might slip away if we don't act."
Vader turned from his mirror long enough to sneer at Luke. "You and I are the only 2 force users left anywhere I know of. No one can stop us. I will prove this to you someday, I promise." Luke liked hearing his father talk that way. A wicked smile curled his lips. But he wasn't satisfied. He wanted action, and that was something his father was not giving him.
Vader spent the rest of the evening trying on all his new duds, and playing with his new high tech toys. Luke left and slammed the door, and Vader didn't even pay any attention. Luke was building frustration and resentment that his father was not acting fast enough in what he considered to me the most important ways.
Soon, Luke began to act on his own. He took it upon himself to go about asserting himself to the population while Vader was just having 'fun.' But inevitably, every time Luke found himself in a situation in which he was going to use his might, and the force, to take action in a situation, his father was there, telling him not to. "Don't make the same mistakes I did, son. Don't follow that path, you see where it led me." Luke got very tired of his preachiness, and his interfering. It began to take a toll on their relationship.
Luke refused to listen to his father, even though he had the personal experience of twenty lifetimes. No one could convince Luke he was headed for the dark side. He had become so fearsome, he had made a name for himself. Lightsaber and force chokes all over town. No one questioned or challenged the likes of Luke Skywalker. And all this time, no one even knew what became of Vader, or that he and Anakin Skywalker, Luke's father, were one in the same. Luke had so wanted to stand side by side with his father and announce their domination. Once, Vader had wanted this too. But now that he was healed, and had found Luke, and the Empire was gone, it didn't seem to matter. He really regretted everything he had done wrong and wanted no part of it. Ironically, Luke had brought out the good side in him, and now Luke didn't like it, and he was the one turning dark. Vader, or was it Anakin? only wanted to enjoy life, and his health. Luke could not accept this, even though he had been such a huge part of it. "Luke," he'd tell him, "let the damn politicians do their dirty work, and if anyone gets out of hand, we'll be there." But this was not good enough for Luke. He wanted MORE. He wanted POWER.
In the past Coruscant, Leia had figured out a way to get to her mother. She was going to apply for a job as an assistant to her, so she could get to know her. She had no home, she literally lived on the Falcon with Han. When she came home and announced she was going to work for Senator Amidala, Han was taken aback. "You know," he glared and gave her the classic fake smile, "we won't be here very long if I have anything to do with it. As soon as I get this baby running, I'm going home. I'm not about to take a chance on getting stuck 24 years in the past. No thanks"
"But Han, don't you want to go see yourself as a kid?" He put his hands on his hips and looked at the sky. "Leia, you are always talking about the force. How do you know that, I don't know, it might, mess things up? Maybe we aren't supposed to change the future!" Leia was surprised to hear him talk like that. But he had a good point. Maybe they weren't, perhaps you couldn't really. But why, then, had she been sent to this particular time and place? She was convinced the will of the force was at work. She only had to try to find out what it wanted her to do. She would begin by meeting Senator Padme Amidala- her mother.
Night after night, as Luke set about to display his power, his father was out having the fun he had missed. This time he was in one of his old speeders. Vader had been flying it around goofing off like a teenager, flying up then diving into the city, yelling 'weeee!' and laughing with pleasure like he used to.He was showing off, trying to impress someone when he looked down and saw Luke in the act of terrorizing on the ground below. He hovered his speeder in midair, excusing himself to the buddies watching him, and jumped and dived downward, just as he had done when he was young, his arms flying out beside him. The wind felt so good in his face as it blew back his golden hair and fluttered his red and gold tunic. He drank in the beauty of the colorful city night lights on his way down, and gazed up at the sky. It was so nice to feel this good again, he could not harbor any anger. He was light as air, and his healthy body and new limbs were almost as good as his original body had been. He used the force to spin around, then right himself and land perfectly and gently on his feet. A perfectly timed and executed jump and landing. Anakin Skywalker was back! He gloated in his mind and couldn't hide the smile from his face. Or was he, wait, Vader? His mind wrestled with this question as he approached his son.
Luke was caught showing his prowess picking fights with beings from other planets, and his father had, as he had many times before in the last few days and nights, came up behind him and stopped him, using his hand, the force, and true love and better judgement. "No, Luke, this is the way to the dark side! You don't need to follow the same path I took! Don't behave this way, it's not too late, use your power for good!" Vader knew as he said these things that he was a changed man, and he wanted to use his knowledge to help his son, but there was no convincing him. Vader directed him to the speeder, used the force to lower it to where they could jump in the Jedi way, and took off. Humiliated, Luke didn't even look back at the people he was chided in front of. Then he asked himself, why did he put up with it? Was he not more powerful than his father now? He was going to have to put a stop to this and take control of things on his own. This would be the last time he'd give into his father, he knew that, and he was not going back on this decision.