Chapter 11 – A son's revenge
WARNING: Physical and psychological torture.
Do not read if not comfortable with the theme.
The next day came to quick to Luke. He startled by the dark presence.
"My lord…" he started to speak. Vader waived his hands for silence.
"It is time for your lessons, young one."
Luke was apprehensive. He had an extremely bad feeling about this. His mind was playing the last events. He had pledged allegiance to his father's murder! He realized that was in pure agony he had done that. There was no turning back now.
He had to obey that monster but he feared that he would order him to perform actions he dared not to think. His thoughts and feelings were open to Vader. He smiled behind the mask. His revenge was taking shape: The spawn of his enemy was being destroyed day by day. He would take all the light away from the young man and the last of Jedi would be destroyed. He would transform him into a Sith and encase him in the dark side.
Vader was the emperor. His guards followed him as he left Luke's cell. Luke walked with so much difficulty. He was in terrible pain but he didn't want to upset the dark lord with any complaints. He knew wouldn't be heard. He managed to walk and he kept giving small breaths.
He followed the dark lord to a room.
"Stay here, stand still and dare not move from this position!" he ordered and left the room.
He stood in pain. His body ached from the previous tortures. He was ordered to remain standing, he was sweating and tears would come from the awful discomfort. He dare not to move.
Vader went on his meetings with the military getting an update on the rebel bases.
He kept abreast of the current events. He was aware that the alliance feared him as the emperor, they changed tactics and most of the rebels would die before they could reveal anything.
"My emperor," Admiral Piett came and bowed his head. "One of our spies have spotted the Millennium Falcon in the Outer Rim."
"Then send a crew to observe them. Do not interfere with their business. In observing the craft we may be able to be led to the others." Vader ordered.
"Yes, my emperor." Piett bowed and left.
It is about time to return to his little amusement…
Luke was shaking when Vader entered the room. He was standing there for nearly Four hours! He was afraid he was going to pass out. He would be glad to, but he didn't.
Vader sensed the young man's struggle.
"Sit down, young one." Vader said.
Luke slowly sat down and sighed relieved.
"Did you move from the position?"
Luke eyed the dark lord. "No, sir."
"You know you can't lie to me. If you do you will regret."
Vader probed the young man's mind. He sensed the boy was telling the truth.
Stormtroppers entered carrying a few objects and placing on the ground and left.
"See these? I want you to brake them with the force." Vader ordered.
Luke closed his eyes, and tapped into the force – He had to destroy….
Dark side….
The objects exploded into tiny pieces. Luke flinched with such power.
Vader was pleased.
The days went by. Luke was trained harshly. He was beaten when he failed a task.
One night he was dreaming. Obi Wan came into his dream.
/I am sorry, Luke I wasn't able to protect you…/
/Ben! I miss you! He…he is so…dark! I can't resist him…Ben./
/Luke you must hold to the light./
/Ben, I just can't….what do I do/
/You must not follow the dark side, Luke. You are our last hope./
/I have to obey him…he has my friends./
/May the Force be with you, Luke./
Luke woke up. He had a sense of dread… Somehow he knew he was going to ask to perform something he would regret.
"Follow me." Vader ordered. Luke immediately walked behind the dark one until they reached the other side of the detention center.
He felt cold when he entered a cell. A young man was placed on his knees in the middle of the room.
"Did you remember when you broke those objects?" Vader asked.
"Yes, my lord." Luke replied.
"This is a rebel. Break his windpipe using the force."
Luke blanched in horror; the rebel eyed him resigned. He even forced a faint smile. "It is ok, Luke…do what he says." The young rebel spoke softly.
Luke sensed the young man's predicament. He would rather die than suffer so much. From the sight of the bruises the young rebel had he knew death would be merciful. But taking a life was not what Luke had in mind.
"Please, lord…I…." Luke had no words to describe his desperation.
The dark emperor waived his hands and guards came in.
"Take him to level 3"
Vader decided to take his final revenge. The young man had to be marked more permanently like he was. He was doomed to wear the respirator because of his father…
He had marked the young man's chest as the slave mark, but it was not enough. He had to finalize his punishment. He would burn him….as he was burned in the fires of Mustafar…
Luke found himself attached to a chair. Cuffed.
Vader entered with the guards and the rebel prisoners. He ordered the Holo Cam to be placed in the room. He decided that the events of young Kenobi's demise would be taped first then later broadcasted throughout the galaxy.
The cameraman announced:
"This rebel has destroyed millions of lives and he is also will receive the punishment for the death of emperor Palpatine."
The scene was horrifying. He was shacked on a wall, his shirt was removed, he was ashamed of his slave mark. The rebel soldiers gasped when they saw the scars on his body, still not quite healed.
Vader lit his lightsaber. "This is the punishment you will have if you don't surrender your bases!" Vader groaned and started burning the young man.
Leia screamed: "Please! Stop it! I will tell you what you want!"
They looked at her with surprise.
Luke was being assalted by Vader. The lightsaber was burning his skin, making horrible markings. He screamed, begged for him to stop…He was hanging in horrible pain, begging for death to claim him.
Leia realized that it wasn't him he has burning but the memory of his "late" father.
Obi Wan Kenobi…
Perhaps if she revealed the truth he would be more lenient.
She had to stop him.
"Lord Vader!" she screamed. "Please, he is not who you think he is!"
He stopped and turned to the Princess.
"What do you mean?" Vader approached the Princess.
"You think he is the son of General Kenobi… he accepted this name to honor him, but you hate him so much that you are taking your revenge in the wrong person!"
Everyone admired Leia's courage. No one dared to interrupt Darth Vader. The dark lord was surprised by the young woman's daring move.
"He is a son of a Jedi, a rebel traitor! He deserves to be punished."
He reactivated his light saber and looked at the desperate young man.
/Kill me, please/ Luke screamed inside Vader's head.
He faltered. "The young man's pleas started to bother him more…"
He turned to the Princess.
"If he is not the son of Kenobi, who is he?" Vader asked.
"His real name is Skywalker…Luke Skywalker. His father's name was Anakin."
Under the eyes of imperials and rebels the Vader's next move was a total misunderstanding. He dropped the light saber on the ground took Luke's shackles off and picked up the boy wrapping him into his cape. He looked at the camera and smashed into pieces. Next he run across the room carrying Luke on his arms and headed to the Med Center.
Admiral Piett took control of the situation on Level 3 – He ordered the rebels to be taken to the cells.
"No one dare to say a word what happened here!" he ordered his troops.
Although Piett was also in awe for what he had witnessed he dared to question his emperor.
Once back in the cell, Leia and Wedge were in shock.
"Did you see that?" Wedge asked.
"I sensed something," Leia replied. "He was regretting something," she continued.
"What are you saying, Leia. Darth Vader regrets nothing!"
"I just don't know Wedge…I could feel it!" Leia replied as in trance.
"You are acting strange. Everybody is acting strange." Wedge replied as he remembered as what had just happened.
Med Center…
Luke was cared by the doctors, given pain medication… The dark lord of the Sith sat by him and tapped into the force, pouring into the boy a healing trance…
Luke felt the dark lord inside his mind but oddly it was a welcome feeling – he felt a gentle touch, not a mind rape as he had done before. Luke never resisted Vader's mind probes but this time it was so soothing…
/Be at ease…young Skywalker./ Vader's voice echoed.
Luke relaxed and accepted the link with Vader. He was regaining consciousness, he looked at the dark lord and sensed no danger but he couldn't comprehend why.
/Luke…you should have told you who you were./ Vader also sent through the force.
Luke closed his eyes, tears pouring.
/It doesn't matter, I am your slave now./ Luke replied through the force as he looked at the horrible mark on his chest.
/No, young one…you have no idea of who you are./ Vader replied.
/Before I became Darth Vader…I had another name…/
Luke turned to him and sensed a disturbance in the force…
/My previous name was Anakin Skywalker./ He sent through the force and stood up, perturbed. He had to leave his son. He caused him so much suffering…he got up and started to leave the room.
Luke's heartbeat went fast. The dark one had just revealed…/what/
Luke gathered his strength and spoke out loud: "Please stay…father!"