Another chapter revised…please let me know how the story sounds like.
CHAPTER 2Vader tied the boy up with wires. He had to improvise; the TIE was not big enough for the both of them, but he didn't want to give any comfort to his prisoner…
A padawan holding my old light saber!
Immediately Vader probed the unconscious boy's mind…
Racing….Shooting wamprats in Beggar's Canyon…
Moisture vaporators…
He stopped on the last memory.
"Do you think he knows about us?"
Obi-Wan! This boy is Obi-Wan's apprentice!
He slammed down the urge to kill the boy. Not just yet; he had to find his master and kill them both, but he also was in need of assistance to get out of that cursed ditch…
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EXECUTOR
Admiral Piett paced back and forth in the bridge. The reports haven't been satisfactory. He had just spoken to the Emperor and he was demanding reinforcements to locate Darth Vader.
"Admiral, we are sending more troops to the nearby systems. We couldn't even locate Lord Vader's ship by the scanners; apparently, his homing beacon has been destroyed."
"Take a medical team with you. If Lord Vader crashed somewhere he will be in need of medical assistance."
"Yes, sir." The commander immediately left to perform these important duties.
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TIE CRASH SITE…
Luke woke up startled and with a horrible headache. The Dark Lord was sitting by him, and he was more terrified in seeing his father's light saber in the enemy's hands.
"Who gave you this?" Vader asked to see if the boy would tell him. He already had roamed the young one's mind and learned about Obi-Wan.
Luke wanted to defy the Dark Lord, but his fear was too intense for that and his courage vanished.
"B-Ben…Ben K-Kenobi, sir." Luke tried to be respectful. He was in a great disadvantage there; his Jedi training was not yet completed and he was at the mercy of a Sith Lord.
"You are his apprentice, aren't you?"
"Yes, my lord." Luke once again was respectful.
"At least you learned some manners, Jedi," Vader mocked.
"Oh, Force, what is he going to do to me?" Luke thought but was too afraid to ask and more afraid about the answer to his question.
"If you cooperate, I will give you a fast death. If you don't, you will beg for death." Vader's voice was terrifying.
Luke didn't want to look weak, but he couldn't control his fears. The dark presence was crushing him, piercing through the light.
"What do you want from me, my lord?"
Vader was somewhat pleased with the boy's deference. He sensed his fear as well as respect. He also sensed intense anger.
"As soon as we get out of here, and you will take me to your master," Vader spoke authoritatively.
Luke answered before he could realize his reaction. "No!"
Vader's anger was powerful; he raised his hands and started to slowly take a hold of Luke's throat.
"P…please…" Luke begged with all effort he could.
Vader was disturbed; the young man sparked a memory….
Mustafar….
"A…anakin!"
/How/
He had force chocked hundreds over the last eighteen years, but this boy was the only one who brought back that dark memory….
/My angel…./
Luke coughed. His breath was rapid.
"You will do as I say!" Vader groaned and picked Luke up by the collar.
The dark mask almost leaning over his face terrified Luke even more. He had no choice but to obey, although his mind was burdened with a great conflict; he didn't want to betray his master.
"You have no choice, young one. You will take me to him!" Vader loomed over Luke as he spoke.
Luke was thinking of a way out without hurting Ben. He was willing to do anything he could to save his master. Vader grasped that thought; of course he could play with the boy first, pretending he would spare his master and get his loyalty, then perhaps spare the boy and use him against his master… He could mold this padawan to the dark side as…an apprentice? He had once been denied the title of master, and it was about time he could become one himself…for that he had to remove some obstacles….
"What would you do if I spared your master?" Vader disguised his deceitful thoughts, for he knew the young padawan, though untrained, could pick up any hint of mischief from his intentions.
"Anything, my lord." Luke kept his hopes up. He would sacrifice himself to the man who murdered his father in order to save Obi-Wan, if it came to that.
"Do you pledge your allegiance to me?"
Luke took a give breath…
/Sorry, Ben…/
"I do, my lord." Luke swallowed a bitter taste after speaking these words. He was doomed…but for a greater good. Vader sensed the young man's truthful surrender. He waved his hands and Luke's arms and legs were free.
"From now on, call me Master."
"Thank you, my Master," Luke answered with sadness and relief from being free from the tight ropes.
"The suns will be up soon; we must leave this place."
Luke stood up slowly.
Vader picked up some food bars and prepared to exit the craft. He turned to Luke and guided him out.
"Where are we going, Master?"
"Anchorhead."
He knows this dust ball! Luke thought.
"I know the galaxy, young one," Vader answered Luke's unspoken words.
They walked towards the speeder on top of the ditch. Luke was surprised that the transportation was intact.
"What is your name, boy?"
"Luke, my Master, Luke Skywalker."
Darth Vader stood motionless, staring at the boy.
"What did you say?" Vader asked.
"My name, Master. Luke Skywalker."
Vader grabbed Luke's arm and returns to the TIE, he walked with some difficulty because his prosthetic legs were damaged.
Luke was apprehensive and confused, for he sensed deep anger from Vader. At first he thought it was because of the name Skywalker; he was, after all, the son of the Jedi he had killed; but then he sensed that this anger was not directed at him.
"He lied to me!" Vader groaned.
Luke was confused.
"My master…the Emperor. He lied to me!"
Luke's mind was still reeling, but the revelation sparked great curiosity.
Why would he be angry with the emperor?
Vader picked up the confused thoughts of the boy.
/You are good…don't do this/ The angel's voice echoed within his mind…
/She survived…/
"Who raised you?" Vader asked.
"My uncle Owen and my aunt Beru."
"Lars?" Vader asked.
"You knew them?" Luke asked.
"Owen Lars is my stepbrother."
"Are…are you…" Luke couldn't finish the sentence.
"I am your father."