Okay everyone, it's the moment you've been waiting for. Luke and Vader finally meet.

Vader stalked down the halls of his flagship. The men around him instantly noticed his sour mood, so contrasting to how he had been earlier. He made his way out and back into the burning suns. The Executor wasn't too far away from the base and he opted to walk there rather than ride. Vader wanted to feel the fear from the citizens of Mos Espa as he walked through their streets. To show them that the Empire takes all threats seriously. He brought two Stormtroopers with him to truly intimidate the populous.

As the entourage walked through the streets people huddled together and whispered.

"That's Lord Vader. They say he can kill you just by looking at you."

"I heard that he's not even human, just a droid."

"He's so scary."

The names no longer bothered him. He'd heard enough of them in the past six years. It seemed that it was easier for most to think he was just a droid rather than a man who had almost been robbed of his limbs, his lungs, and his life. Vader had come to terms with his new appearance quite well considering all that he had lost.

Darth Vader paid no attention to the whispers until he heard a familiar voice. It was gruff and had an unusual accent. He knew the owner of the voice was no native to Tatooine. Vader walked up to the old parts shop where the voice's owner, a Toydarian, hovered. He was talking to a poorly dressed man in huttese.

"I bet he's here for the Jedi I found earlier," Vader over heard him say.

He walked up to the Toydarian's shop. The two men were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't even notice Darth Vader approaching. He looked the store up and down. It hadn't changed much since he last saw it. It was still dirty inside and outside. Droid parts were visible from the open door.

"You know, my old slave was Jedi. The famous one from the Clone Wars. Little Ani Skywalker. Poor kid's probably dead." Watto said.

Vader looked at his old slaver. The years had not been kind to him, he was more wrinked than he had been before. His teeth, or what he had left of them were rotted out. Business had not been as good as it was when Anakin had worked there, that much was clear.

"Chut chut," Vader said, trying to get the man's attention.

Watto looked over to him. His eyes grew wide with realization on who had stumbled onto their conversation. "Why-ehh, Lord Vader, what a…ehh… honor it is to welcome you to my store. Is there anything I can…ehh… help you with?" Watto stumbled.

"You may speak in Huttese, you seem much more capable at that," Vader stated.

"You know… Huttese?" Watto asked. It suddenly dawned on him that Vader had known everything he had said, about the Jedi and about Anakin.

"I know much more than you think," he replied.

Watto swallowed and led Vader into his shop. Vader had left his Stormtroopers outside to stand guard. He had wanted to talk to his former slaver privately. He looked inside the shop, noting the counter he used to sit on, the broken droids he would have had to fix, and of course the door to the junkyard where he had found many interesting treasures. He took a seat at the table Watto used for his deals.

"So, what is it you're looking for?" Watto asked carefully. It was well known throughout the galaxy that Darth Vader had a terrible temperament. One wrong word could easily upset him.

Vader bent down and started tinkering with a pit droid, "Do you know who I am?" He asked.

Watto looked at him for a moment perplexed by what he meant. "Of course I know you, you're Darth Vader, second in command of the empire," he said.

Vader continued fixing up the droid, "No, Watto, behind the mask."

"They say you're a droid, that you're not human. Others think that you're a clone made with extra midichlorians," he replied.

"What do you say?"

Watto looked at Lord Vader, really looked at him for the first time. There was something familiar about him. The way he walked, his posture, even the little things he did like tinkering with a broken droid. For a moment Watto thought… but that would be impossible, "I think that you are just a man in a lot of armor. By the look of your lightsaber I would say a Jedi but those no longer exist. Why, do I know you? All of the Jedi I once knew are dead."

Vader finished up his droid and placed it on the table. "Jedis aren't the only ones to have lightsabers. Not that a slaver like you would know anything about the sith."

A slaver? How had Darth Vader known he had owned slaves? He didn't keep any anymore, in fact he had only owned two slaves, Shmi and… Anakin.

"Ani? Little Ani?" Watto asked in basic. Vader just looked at him. "But how? You were eh a Jedi knight. You eh were dead," Watto said, he had begun to shake.

"It's me Watto. I came to finally get my revenge. Something the Jedi would never let me do," he said as he activated his lightsaber.

"No, please Ani! I'll do anything! Anything you ask," Watto pleaded.

"Goodbye, Watto." With a swing there was one less slaver in the galaxy.

Luke was still sitting in the base. It seemed like hours since he had last been outside. He just wanted all the paperwork to go through so he could say good bye to Tatooine and finally start a new life. FS-736 walked into the tent and towards Luke.

"I have good news for you, Luke. All of your paperwork went through, you're going to the Imperial Center," FS-736 said excitedly.

Luke looked at him confused. "Wait, I thought I was going to Coruscant? Where's Imperial Center?"

"It's the same planet. Six years ago it was called Coruscant but since the creation of the empire it's been known as Imperial Center since it's the capitol," FS-736 explained.

"Oh, but I'll still get a family, right? And a good school?" Luke asked.

"Of course you will, why else would we take you there?"

Luke smiled at the trooper. He was so glad that someone was there for him. He was still upset about the deaths of his aunt and uncle and he wasn't really sure what had happened to Ben, although he was almost certain that the scary man had killed him as well.

FS-736 was walking around to his desk when Vader's towering figure appeared in the doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest. Vader wanted absolutely no nonsense from the Stormtrooper. Although, FS-736 wasn't exactly sure what Vader wanted from him yet. Vader walked into the base hardly giving Luke a glance and looked right to the trooper.

"Do you have any news to report about the witnesses?" Vader asked.

"Lord Vader, the Stormtrooper is being interrogated as we speak. I believe we will be forced to find him a new position. He had been following orders from his commander when he took the boy out of the base. He still has yet to give any information regarding who was behind the attack, but did point out some who were involved. We are working on their interrogations next," FS-736 responded.

"And what of the boy?" Vader asked. Luke stiffened I his scary man, Lord Vader as FS-736 called him, was even more terrifying up close.

"Sir, I was going to bring the boy to Imperial Center. He has lost everything in the past twenty four hours, he is in no shape to be subjected to questioning. Besides, the trooper gave us more than enough information to lead to the arrests. If you want we can have Luke identify them once they are on Imperial Center. He will obviously be a key witness in their trial," FS-736 said.

The boy's name was Luke. That was what Padmé had wanted to name their child. Anakin had teased her that it would be a funny name for their daughter. He shook the thought out of his head and looked at the boy. He looked like any other Tatooine native, blond hair, tan skin, and he was small. So small Vader guessed his age to be around four or five. "Why is the boy going to Imperial Center, why not give him back to his family?" Vader asked, still looking down at Luke.

"We do not believe he has any, sir. It seems he was kidnapped as a baby by two people he believed to be his aunt and uncle," FS-736 clarified.

The force was screaming out to Vader to do something about the boy. He couldn't tell what it wanted, but something more had to be done with this boy. "Have his blood tested for any living relatives. Send him to them once the trial is finished," Vader commanded.

"How do you know he'll have any?" FS-736 asked.

"The force tells me he does," was all Vader replied.

As Vader was about to exit the door Luke built up his courage and yelled to him, "You're the reason why I have to leave! You killed Ben!"

"Ben?" Vader questioned.

Luke started to cry, he wiped away his own tears, "Yeah, Ben Kenobi! He was good to Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru even if Uncle Owen was mean to him. I was gonna go back to Anchorhead with him but-but you killed him!" Luke let out a large sob and sat on the chair crying into his arms.

Vader was confused, to say the least. He didn't kill anyone named Ben on Tatooine, unless the boy meant Obi Wan. Then there were the names of his so called aunt and uncle. Owen and Beru. He knew those names, they were the names of Anakin Skywalker's step brother and his girlfriend. "Owen and Beru Lars?" Vader asked no one in particular.

"So you know them?" FS-736 asked. He had walked over to Luke's chair to comfort him.

"In a way," Vader said. "Just send the boy to the Imperial Center I have much more pressing things to take care of." Vader turned around and exited the door. He went straight to his meditation pod on The Executor. He needed to figure out why the force was screaming to him whenever he was around the boy. Had he been Obi Wan's son? No, Obi Wan was too strict to fall from the Jedi code. Maybe it was all just a coincidence. Beru and Owen were the only two people on Tatooine that Obi Wan knew of, outside if Watto that is. The boy was a mystery for another time, what he needed to figure out now is why he had cared so much when he saw the boy shed a tear, why for the first time in six years he had felt ashamed of himself.

"Are you going to be okay, Luke?" FS-736 asked the boy.

Luke nodded his head. He wiped more tears away using his sleeve. FS-736 grabbed a nearby tissue and handed it to him. Luke blew into it with all his might. Lord Vader had scared him more than anything, even more than the Sand people.

"Why is he so scary?" Luke asked.

"He's not that scary, Luke, he's just an angry person," FS-736 explained.

"Why is he so angry?" Luke asked. He was calming down a bit.

"No one really knows. Some say he's a droid programmed to bring fear to everyone who sees him but I don't believe that. You know, there's a man under that mask. I saw the back of his head once. Something awful must have happened to put him in that suit,"FS-736 said.

"What happened?" Luke asked, he was finished crying and was now fully listening to the tale.

"No one knows all that much about him. His first appearance was at the Jedi temple, he's the one who started the purges. Then he just disappeared for a month. When he returned he took command of the Imperial navy and became second in line for the throne. Not bad for a man who came out of nowhere."

"You mean, no one knew about him until the Jedi purges?" Luke asked.

"Yes, and even then there's no surviving video of him doing it so it's all based off of what the emperor tells us."

Luke looked thoughtful for a moment. His aunt and uncle never really said much about Darth Vader. Every once in a while he would appear on the HoloNet but they would quickly turn the channel to something else. Sometimes Luke thought that it was because Darth Vader was able to reach out and get you from the screen. He knew that it was kind of silly, an idea for babies really, but he could not think of any better explanation.

FS-736 looked up at the wall chrono and realized that it was just about time for Luke to leave. He had booked him a flight out of Mos Espa and into The Imperial Center. Once there Luke would be taken into the custody of the Imperial Child Services and given a new home. "Look at the time! I have to get you to the space port before you're stranded here with me and Lord Vader," FS-736 teased.

Luke looked up to the chrono with wide eyes. It was finally time for him to leave Tatooine, the only home he had ever known. He knew it would be a wonderful new life but didn't want to leave, not yet. He still needed to fly through Beggar's Canyon, visit Mos Eisley, and make sure the vaporators didn't malfunction. He knew he was getting what most people on the planet could only dream of but something in him just didn't want to go.

"You know, when l left my home planet for the first time, I was frightened too," FS-736 supplied.

"You were?" Luke asked.

FS-736 nodded his head. "I'm sure anyone would be, even Darth Vader. But we all need to go and see new things and experience a new life, in order to grow."

Luke looked at him and agreed. He couldn't stay on Tatooine his entire life, he needed to get off of the planet in order to become a pilot. FS-736 led Luke out of the base and towards the space port.

Luke was amazed by the size of it. FS-736 had seen much bigger but let Luke gawk at his surroundings. There were several spaceships all lined up, each with its own destination. Shops were everywhere with different species coming in and out of them. He stared at the engines of the ships wondering if they were anything like the one his father had navigated. He realized that that was a stupid thought, his father had navigated a spice freighter, not a commercialized ship. Besides, he wasn't even sure if his father really was Anakin Skywalker, it was probably just a name Owen and Beru had made up. Luke began to wonder, if he had been kidnapped, did that mean his father was still alive and out there waiting for him?

Darth Vader stalked the halls of The Executor making sure all of his men were doing their jobs. He had been meditating on the boy for an hour and was still as confused as he had been earlier. The boy was clearly filled with secrets. He had been staying with his step-brother and sister-in-law for his entire life, somehow knew Obi Wan, and the more Vader thought of it the odder his force signature was. It was as though it was being shielded but that wasn't right. Only those who have trained in the force could conceal their presence. The boy was a mystery that Vader hoped would be solved through the blood test.

He turned a corner and nearly popped a blood vessel. Instead of trying to find the rebels three Stormtroopers had their eyes glued to the HoloNet. They were watching a gossip news network about how the Jedi were still around, just under the Empire's noses. The clip they were showing now was clearly of Kenobi on Tatooine fighting a clan of Tusken raiders. Vader turned off the show using the force. The troopers were confused until they looked behind them to see Lord Vader standing there. They gave a shaky salute to him and quickly walked out of the room. Vader allowed them to leave, he had already killed enough for one day.

He continued monitoring the work of his men. Many of which were using blood samples to identify the dead. As he walked past one trooper's screen he noticed the sample along with the details of the deceased.

Name: Lars, Owen

Age: 33 standard years

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Deceased

So it was true. Owen had been killed in the rebellion. It didn't help Vader in discovering who the boy truly was. Why had Owen kidnapped a child? It wasn't in his nature to do so, he seemed like a decent enough man. So what exactly had happened for him to snap and steal a baby?

"Stormtrooper, send me any information you can find on Owen and Beru Lars," Vader commanded the closest trooper.

"Yes, my Lord," the Stormtrooper said, giving a salute.

There was something Vader was missing. A large piece of the puzzle that would solve it. He just needed to be patient and wait for the blood tests. Surely those would shed some light on the entire situation.

Somehow, Vader found himself in the company of Admiral Ozzel and Captain Piett. He didn't mind Piett too much, the man was fearful but humble, unlike Ozzel. Ozzel was arrogant and acted as though everything should be handed to him. Vader gave a nod of acknowledgment to the two men and continued out of the ship. They followed him out asking if he had contacted the emperor, if the troops were any closer to figure out who started the rebellion, and if he had questioned the witnesses. These men were treating him as though he were some idiot who just joined the navy. If only they knew how long he had truly been fighting in wars. That Vader hadn't just joined in the beginning of the empire but that he had been fighting since before the Clone Wars.

He brushed them off and made it to where the base once was. It was scorched to the ground. Blood was evident on the walls. It was truly an isolated bombing. If one looked close enough they would see where the desk once was, where each if the walls intersected. He noticed two chairs still somewhat intact. Troopers rushed out of the ruins with body parts in their arms. A few carried out body bags. Inside was a body burned beyond recognition. He looked down at his feet and noticed a piece of scrap metal. It gave the number of one of the fallen troopers, one whose body was likely scattered across the floor. The number didn't mean anything to Vader, it would only make finding the family a bit easier. Looking own at it he noticed something odd. The number, KD-030 started with a zero. Only clone troopers had been given zeros starting their serial number. Somehow a clone trooper messed up enough to land him on Tatooine.

Vader placed the scrap metal in his pocket and continued to look for clues as to how they could have pulled this off. He searched with both his eyes and the force. Neither gave him any help. Until, that is, he took note of where each blast was. The blasts had come from the inside. All of them. That means that the protestors didn't blow up a wall, pile inside, and then blow up more walls in a fit of rage. The whole thing had been carefully orchestrated by a man on the inside, or at least one who had been on the inside.

He swiftly walked out of the destroyed base and into their tent base. He opened up a datapad and started looking into any arrests that had been made before yesterday. There had only been one, a week before. The man had been arrested for destroying empire property, nothing too uncommon. Although, he had been held in the cell for four days. That would have been plenty of time to set up a bomb from the prison cells. It all matched up. This man was the rebel leader.

"Are you ready to go Luke?" FS-736 asked.

Luke looked at the ship he'd be flying on, "It sure is big," he said, ignoring the question.

"Yeah? I guess it is. Although, if you're ever free and your new guardians let you I'll show you an even bigger one," FS-736 said.

Luke's eyes lit up, "Really? You'll show me a gigantic spaceship?" Luke asked.

FS-736 nodded, "Sure, Luke. When you get to Imperial Center and are all settled in I'll make sure to find you and show you one of the biggest ships in the galaxy," he said.

"Is it the one Lord Vader flies?" Luke asked, his mood weakening a bit.

"How did you- yes, it is. But don't worry, I'm sure I can convince him to let you on. I think he has a soft spot for you, you know."

Luke shifted on his feet. He wasn't sure Lord Vader even had soft spots, he just seemed cold and hard, like metal. Luke knew better than to see him as a monster or a machine, FS-736 told him he believed Vader to have once been a man so he believed him.

Besides Vader only one other thing was on Luke's mind. "Do you think they'll find my real parents?" Luke asked.

FS-736 wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't want to give the boy false hope that his parents were still alive. He didn't know much about the whole situation himself but there was something about the boy that made him want to give him hope. "It's a big galaxy, Luke, anything can happen. We're going to be doing those blood tests on you, and as long as your parents have been good citizens and submitted their own blood into the system, I'm sure we'll find them or at least someone related to you," FS-736 assured Luke.

Luke looked down but gave a soft nod, "Okay. I just hope that they're still out there, somewhere."

FS-736 put a hand on Luke's small back, "For now, let's focus on getting you out of here, I'm sure you've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Luke hid his sadness from the realization that maybe, just maybe, his parents were no longer alive, "Yep! I'm so excited to finally get into space," Luke said.

LS-736 chuckled at his enthusiasm, "I bet you are."

As Luke was walking up into the door he looked down at the Stormtrooper and remembered something, "You never told me your real name!" Luke shouted horrified.

FS-736 smiled, "It's Frank, Frank Hudrix."

A large grin spread across Luke's face as he boarded the ship. A kind attendant showed him to his seat. He buckled himself up and listened to the pilot give instructions for all sorts of scenarios. The ship finally blasted off and into space. It was much colder than Luke expected. He stayed awake throughout the entire ride staring at the stars as they flew by. He didn't want to miss a thing.

Hours had gone by until another announcement sounded, "Ladies, gentlemen, aliens of all species, welcome to The Imperial Center. We will be landing in just a few moments."

Luke looked out his window, across the sea of tall buildings. It was so densely populated he couldn't even see the planet's surface. He took in every skyscraper, every ship that drove by, and every civilian they passed. Most were nicely dressed and looked well off. Their hair was twisted into odd fashions and elaborate braids. Luke noticed a small area of green on top of a building where children were playing. A park he had guessed.

The ship finally landed into an even bigger space port than the one on Mos Espa. This port had multiple levels, stretching up further than what Luke could see. He was staring up at the ceiling when a big man bumped into him. He gave a small apology and walked forward. Frank had told him to look out for a person holding up a blue sign. He had said they would be well-dressed and the sign would say "Imperial Child Services." Luke searched the crowd for a blue sign but saw multiple each being held by well-dressed people. Luke hadn't learned how to read yet, Uncle Owen had promised to teach him when he was older, but that time never came.

Finally a kind looking woman stepped forward and walked up to Luke. Her hair was elaborately done in buns and braids each cascading into the other. Her attire seemed to speak only of business and bottom lines, but her face was warm and inviting.

"I'm guessing you're Luke Lars?" she asked.

Luke nodded his head, "Yes, ma'am."

She smiled at him, "I'm from ICS, Imperial Child Services. I'm here to take you to your new family and take some blood to test, if that's alright with you."

Luke nodded his head once more. Maybe Imperial Center wasn't that bad after all.

So I think I'm going to make this into a three or four part series about Luke and Vader with some little one or two shot stories in between. I've seen a few people do that and I really think that it works well. I'm only gonna do about 10 or 15 chapters per big book, and at most 5 for the smaller ones. Anyway, thanks for reading, don't forget to follow, favorite, and review!