Chapter 4: The Farm Boy
The first thing Vader felt when he exited his swoop in front of the hovel that led down into the Lars's farm… pit, was the presence of his step brother and wife, but there was something else. Something familiar, so like Vader himself, someone Force sensitive. Vader walked down the stairs with his troops behind him into the pit. He felt it stronger now. Very strong, extreme potential.
A man approached them then, with graying messy hair. He wore simple clothes, a white scratchy looking robe, trousers, a tunic and a belt. This was Vader's old stepbrother, and Vader knew Owen Lars knew who he was. He glared at him.
"Darth Vader." He said.
"Owen Lars." Vader addressed.
"Why are you here Vader?" Owen asked. His teeth were clenched, hate and anger were rolling off him like dark water through the Force. Vader let himself relax in it, for a moment but then answered.
"We are searching for an Alderaanian princess."
"Well if she's on Tatooine she's probably buried with a blaster bolt in her head."
"We received a tip that she came here."
"Well your tip was wrong." Owen said. Vader sensed that he was indeed being truthful, Leia was probably still on the planet, just not here. Still he wanted to find the Force sensitive one.
"Search the farm." Vader ordered.
His troops fanned out, two stayed behind with him and trained their blasters on Owen who paid no mind. Vader new perfectly well his presence here was barely, if at all tolerated by Owen, where ever Beru was she was probably just as angry about it. Owen and Vader stood there, looking at each other. Owen did not even remotely try to conceal his disgust, Vader did not try to conceal his either. Seconds later three troopers and a young man with long blonde hair came out of a doorway. The boy looked over at Vader, he could sense anger directed toward him, though he didn't know why, did Owen have to raise this kid to be biased about him as well? Or was this Owen's child and not just a simple farm hand? Farm boy.
"You're Darth Vader." The boy said in disgust.
"I am, and who are you."
"I'm Luke—"
"Lars." Owen finished. He knew Luke was about to say his real last name, Skywalker. He was Vader's son, and Owen knew it, if Vader found out there is no telling what he would do. Luke looked at him quizzically but finally seemed to realize. He remembered what Ben Kenobi had told him about his father, he had been killed by Darth Vader. And Luke was sure Vader would love to kill one of Anakin Skywalker's offspring.
"Yeah, I am Luke Lars." Luke said.
"Luke Lars." Vader repeated, he sensed something so familiar about him, as though they were somehow related, they were of course but not through blood. This was his nephew then. His nephew was strong in the Force, the Emperor would love to know about this. The Emperor, he would be furious that Vader hadn't found Leia, but Luke, a Force sensitive being. He might even be more pleased. Luke was coming with him.
"Cuff him." Vader said referring to Luke. "Tie him to the back seat of my swoop."
"Yes sir." One of the scout troops replied pulling out a pair of binders. The rushed up to Luke who began crying out in protest. Owen strode right up to Vader.
"What the hell do you think you are doing! That's my son."
"Yes and he is coming with me."
Owen raised a fist to punch Vader but a scout troop instantly reacted, shooting at his foot. Owen backed off as two other scouts came to cuff him. They slammed him against the wall of the hole and held him. A moment later a woman ran out of one of the doors in the side of the hole. She took one look at the thing and gasped, the scout troops rushed to cuff her. They slammed her on the wall next to her husband.
Meanwhile Luke was still trying to fight off the two scout troopers, one had already ripped his over shirt off, revealing a short sleeved one under it, the other one was pulling his hair back.
"Father!" Luke cried to Owen, nearly saying uncle. Vader shook his head.
"Tranquilize him." Vader ordered. The scout troop who was pulling Luke's hair back grabbed a small little syringe out of a pouch on his back and stabbed it into Luke's neck injecting a green liquid, before it was even half gone Luke fell limp and the troops allowed him to fall on the ground. Each kicked a fistful of sand in his face, and his eyes were still open, they closed his eyes and both picked him up, one under the shoulders and the other by the feet. Vader turned back to the troops holding Owen and Beru.
"Cuff them to the moisture vaporator." Vader ordered. The troops took out two pairs of binders, took a struggling Owen and Beru to an out jutting pole on the vaporator, took each of their hands and cuffed them together between the pole and the vaporator and the other two on the outside, sticking them together and making it impossible to get out.
"You two stay here." Vader said pointing at the two troopers who had just cuffed Owen and Beru. "Call in a prisoner shuttle, and take them to the Accuser, Captain Piett will know what to do. The rest of you come with me."
I know these first few chapters are short.