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Chapter 5
Darth Vader stopped and felt as he was going to pass out. The feeling was nauseating…he wished at that moment he could undo what he had done. He regretted, a feeling unknown to the dark lord of the Sith. He had just terrorized his own flesh and blood.
/By the Force! He is my son/
The objects started flying across the room.
Luke curled up on the corner, staring at the dark lord, cradling his severed arm.
"I am no spy…sir…I…" Luke was whispering in between sobs, pleading for his life, terrified.
Vader deactivated the light saber and reached out for the boy.
Luke closed his eyes. He knew that he could not resist the dark one, so he let himself to be reached. He was surprised that the dark lord picked him up carefully and gently lifting him.
Luke dared not to speak and Darth Vader walked himself towards the Med Center.
"Sleep, young one. Your pain will soon be over"
All went black.
Vader picked him up and went to the Med Center.
Biggs was worried about his friend. He saw at the distance when he was walking along Darth Vader. What would they want with the farmboy? He taught he should at least let his father tell his uncle.
He sent a message to his father through the computer:
Dear Dad:
"I haven't seen Luke for three days…He might be in danger…
let his uncle know or perhaps the old hermit Ben. I am doing
OK, I did so well in the simulators that they want me to test my
first Tie tomorrow. I am really happy and I can't wait until
get into some action. Send my love to mom,
Your son,
Biggs.
Darth Vader was meditating. He had probed the young man's mind and learned a great deal about him, but curiously nothing about Obi Wan…His enemy forged some kind of barrier on the boy's mind that protected any information from the mind probe. It was a minor inconvenience because he would ask the boy and he was sure that his son would tell him everything he want to know… otherwise, he would have to hurt him again…he was annoyed that he felt uneasy about this. He was used to torture without remorse, but his own flesh and blood… her son….that was totally different.
He asked the commander to monitor Luke's friends that had enlisted, one Biggs Darklighter in particular was now the center of attention of the dark lord. He was forwarded the message Biggs had sent to his father.
"…in danger…" "…perhaps the old hermit Ben…"
Although he had duties to perform for the emperor he shifted his priorities towards his revenge… seventeen years of pain because of his former master and now he was on his grasp to fulfill that revenge.
Tatooine…
"General Veers! Come here immediatedly!" Vader called through the comlink. It was a matter of five minutes General Veers appeared.
"My lord, how may a serve you?" General Veers asked nervously.
"I want you to send troops to Tatooine and locate a man called,
Ben Kenobi."
"Yes, milord."
"General, this is strictly confidential, am I clear?"
"Yes, milord."
General Veers left immediately to carry on his task.
Vader left to see his son...
MED CENTER
Luke was moving his mechanical hand. He touched, moved his fingers. He sensed that he wasn't going to die…yet. If so, why would his hand be restored? He was very afraid of his fate.
/Why didn't I listen to my uncle…/
He kept moving his arm under the exercise machine as the droid had instructed. He was getting adapted with his new hand. He kept moving his arm when he stopped with the jolt of adrenaline shooting up. Darth Vader had come to pay a visit.
He stopped the machine and straightened his body to sit, it a very difficult task at that moment.
He bowed his head and remained with his head down.
"T-thank you." Luke spoke softly as he stared at his mechanical hand.
"Why are you thanking me for, boy?" Vader spoke coldly.
"For giving me a new hand… my lord," he replied sadly.
Vader felt the young man's anguish and helplessness; he started to harbor certain feelings that were not proper for a Lord of the Sith:
Pity. He felt sorry for the boy, he remembered well when Count Doku and taken his own, he had the urge to embrace his son and give him comfort, but he couldn't do that. Luke stared down, not daring to look at the dark lord straight at his face because it would be improper.
"How are you feeling?" Vader asked startling the young man.
The question surprised Luke for he felt no deceit from the dark lord.
"I…I…it still h-hurts, my lord." Luke replied in a low voice.
Vader approached him and he froze in terror, he thought the man was going to heel him and punish him.
"Don't be afraid. I am not going to hurt you." Vader spoke softly, was this a trick?
Luke stayed still. Vader sat on the bed by him and placed his gloved hand on Luke's forehead.
"Open your mind to me, young one. Don't fight me." He spoke firmly. Luke could only obey. He closed his eyes and felt the dark power taking over him. Suddenly, something strange had happened:
His pain was gone!
He felt no more pain, just relief, how could this happen?
In searching his feelings he learned that Vader had healed him.
Vader slowly released the bond, he was proud about his son's strength he could feel it, even though his son had no clue how to use such power, this would be corrected.
"My lord…I don't feel any pain…how?"
"In time I will tell you, young Skywalker."
"Yes, my lord." Luke replied humbly. He lowered his eyes and looked at his mechanical hand.
"You will rest for now, tomorrow we talk."
"Yes, my lord."
Vader left the room, his heart was about to crumble…
A voice echoed within his mind…
/Help me to raise our child while we still can…/
A boy he had just terrorized and maimed…
Another voice came to within his mind…
/In your anger… you killed her/.
/And the child…./
He was evil…he killed the light of his life….Padme and his unborn child….
The existence of his son was the only real event that pierced through the dark lord's heart for the first time in seventeen years…
Then he remembered something…. Tomorrow it would be exactly seventeen years that he had been damaged by the fires of Mustafar…
He hated that day… he was almost at the end of the hall when he
felt a great sadness from his son. Luke was crying… Vader stopped,
and turned back returning to the young man's room.
Luke hurried to wipe his tears and straightened up.
"My lord…"
"I see that you are distressed, what is wrong?"
"I just thought about my uncle and aunt in Tatooine…it' is about tomorrow." Luke replied.
"What happens tomorrow, young one…"
"It's my birthday." Luke replied.
Vader's heart jumped with the realization that his own turning was in the same day of the birth of his child. He decided that it would be the day he would reveal his identity.
"Sleep, Luke. You must rest."
Luke felt sleep. The dark lord left the room to his chambers.
"General Veers, I need you here immediately!"
Within minutes, General Veers was standing nervously in front of Vader's chamber. When the dark lord appeared he was sitting and reading a screen.
"My lord, how may I serve you?" General Veers spoke, shakily.
"I want you to bring to me a new recruit by the name of Biggs Darklighter."
"Yes, my lord."
Tbc…
