Sorry this took so long to get out, I've been pretty busy. Anyway, there's a bit more about why Vader didn't quite know that Luke was his son. But I'm just gonna write them up here too. It makes sense to him that Obi Wan and the Lars family would know each other, they were really the only people Obi Wan knew on Tatooine. Luke's a common enough name not to be suspicious since other people would name their child Luke. Owen and Beru could have had other relatives besides him. I mean he really only knew them for a little bit and spent most of that time sulking about his mom. And most importantly, he thinks his son is dead. If you saw a person you though to be dead your first reaction isn't "Oh it's that guy,I honestly thought he was dead but it turns out he's alive." It's more of "That's totally someone else, that guys dead therefore anyone else except that person makes 10000 times more sense.

Anyway, sorry about the little rant I just wanted to explain why Vader wouldn't think Luke was his child. They won't be reunited for another couple of chapters but I hope that the rest of the story is entertaining for you, it just sets up the series and stuff like that and helps build Luke's character a bit before Vader takes over. Hope you enjoy it!

"So, Luke, are you ready for your new home?" the ICS agent asked.

Luke was a bit nervous, he wasn't really sure what he wanted anymore. It had only been a few hours since he landed on Imperial Center but he was already homesick. The one thing to keep him going was that with his blood test he may finally be able to be reunited with his real parents.

"I guess so. Will they be nice?" Luke asked.

"Of course they will be, silly. We only pick out the best foster parents for our charges. You see, Luke, many families have been torn apart from all the rebel attacks. Along with the Empire's child safety act that takes children away from their parents if they are being mistreated it's lead to an over population in orphanages. So we usually send the human children to live with foster families or group homes," she explained.

"Only the humans? So any alien species get placed in orphanages?" Luke wondered.

The woman shook her head, "Mostly just the humans. Some families want to foster alien species for their careers in politics. It makes them look good. But because of the anti-alien acts those families are dwindling."

Luke's mouth turned into a frown, "I don't get those laws, I mean why just the aliens, there are plenty of humans who are just as bad, if not worse."

The woman almost halted the ship before realizing what a terrible idea that would be. "Luke, you can't just say things like that," she scolded.

"Why not?" he asked

"Because, it's against the empire. You could be arrested for treason and sent to a juvenile center. Just don't say anything against the empire, the emperor, or Darth Vader in front of your foster family," she warned.

Luke placed his hands on his lap and sighed, "Okay, I'll try not to."

"Good. Now here it is, your new home," she cheerfully said.

The building was extremely tall, taller than anything Luke had ever seen. It stretched well beyond what Luke could see. He was sure that it didn't stop until it hit the clouds. The outside was quite boring, just a gray skyscraper with some balconies jetting off of each floor. They landed the ship in a wider balcony made into a parking lot and got out. The woman led Luke towards a door at the far end. Once they entered the building Luke gasped.

The floor was covered in a lavish red carpet stretching out all the way to a golden reception desk. The desk was decorated in patterns and designs swirling and twisting their way around in gentle waves. The walls were also gold plated and held pictures of the building from different decades. One picture had the Emperor in it shaking hands with a man who Luke assumed was the owner. Speaking of the emperor behind the desk a large hand painted portrait of the man hung. He was shrouded by his cloak but it was no doubt him. There were a few leather chairs lined up against one wall and an elevator interrupted the set of pictures on another.

The woman walked straight up to the desk and told the man to let the Chieve family she was there with their newest family member. The man commed the family and told her to take a seat. She and Luke sat for a few moments when a wealthy looking man stepped out of the elevator. He had an odd looking mustache and the furriest eyebrows Luke had ever seen.

"Mr. Chieve, it is so good to see you again. This is Luke, he just arrived on planet a few hours ago," the woman said.

"It is wonderful to see you again as well my dear. Please come up to my home so we can fill out all of the necessary paperwork," he smiled.

The three gathered into the elevator and it began to rise. The woman and Mr. Chieve continued their conversation asking about the other's career and life. Luke didn't know why but there was something about this man he didn't trust. While the woman was genuinely kind the man seemed like a sand person in jawa clothing. He acted nice but Luke felt he only did it to get something in return. The elevator stopped and the adults stepped out. Luke followed shortly after them, he was hesitant about this man and wasn't sure if he really wanted to follow him into his house.

"Oh, Luke, you're lagging behind. Come on, speed up or you might not get to meet your new family," the woman said.

"Come along now, boy, you don't want to leave my wife waiting," Mr. Chieve chuckled.

Now he was just being too nice. Luke picked up his pace and stood next to the woman from ICS. At least next to her he felt safe. They entered what Luke figured was the Chieve's residence. It was as ornate as the lobby was, if not more so. Model ships lined shelves and display cases, the rug was made of the softest material Luke had ever felt. While the lobby was dedicated purely to red and gold this apartment was painted with soft purples, blues, and grays. The holoNet was on showing the damage from Tatooine. The emperor was using the tragedy to further his agenda to defeat any rebels who threatened the empire. Luke's eyes grew wide when he saw them move the bloodied body of someone who could only be his Aunt Beru.

"Luke, are you okay?" the woman asked.

He shook his head and tears began to roll down his eyes. He should have been there to bury her and give her some peace, why was he stuck lightyears away? He wanted to go home to Tatooine and give his aunt and uncle the burial they deserve. Sure they might have kidnapped him but for six years they were the only family he knew.

"Is he okay? Should I get him something to drink?" Mr. Chieve asked.

"Yes. Yes I think that should help," the woman said. Mr. Chieve walked in to the kitchen to grab some water. The woman looked back to Luke who was now sobbing, "Luke, Luke sweetie it will be okay, it will all be okay. What's wrong?" she asked.

Luke couldn't stop sobbing long enough to tell her so he just raised a finger and pointed to the holo. The video from earlier was playing again as the emperor gave a speech giving his condolences to the people of Tatooine.

"Is that where you're from?" she asked.

Luke nodded his head in response.

"Did you know any of them?"

Instead of an answer the tears came out more rapidly. He knew them. He knew all of them in a way. He had been there too, he should be dead not in some luxury house. He wiped his face with one sleeve but it didn't help much, just moved the tears around some more. For the past two days he had been in shock, so much had happened in such a short amount of time that he barely knew where to start crying. Was he in tears because he had been lied to his entire life? Was it because of the bombs? Seeing his guardians dead in front of him or being in a cantina all alone and scared. For all he knew he was crying because he had just met Darth Vader.

"I'm so sorry, Luke. So so sorry. It must be hard moving right when the people you know were killed."

"Here's the water. Does he break down like this a lot?" Mr. Chieve said.

The woman took the glass and handed it to Luke. He gulped the entire thing down in seconds. He didn't know the last time he had had anything to drink, especially water.

"I don't know, we just got him today. He's barely been in the system for a full day and still has a lot to process. I'm sure he'll calm down in a little bit. The rebel bombing was on his home planet it seems. He says he knew some of the people killed," the woman said.

Mr. Chieve frowned. It would not look good on his political career if he ended up with a crybaby foster child. All of the other senators had happy and well behaved foster children who followed them around and attracted voters. He could play the bombing to his advantage though, if he could find out more information on Luke and his involvement then he could get sympathy for the boy and, in turn, for himself.

"Oh, my boy, it will be alright, don't worry. I'm sure they'll find the monster responsible for this attack," Mr. Chieve tried to comfort him.

Luke shrugged the man away and cuddled up to the woman. She rubbed his back in small circles and made soothing sounds. Mr. Chieve was already regretting signing up for a foster child, how much could this possibly help his career?

"Sir, the ICS has a message for you," a Stormtrooper said to Darth Vader.

"The ICS? You mean the people who deal with unwanted children?" Vader asked.

"Yes, sir. It's in regards to a Luke Lars about his blood test," the Stormtrooper relayed.

Luke Lars? The boy Vader had given FS-736 full responsibility over? "I gave that mission to FS-736 why inform me about it?" Vader asked.

"They said you wanted to know when the blood test was completed, Lord Vader," the Stormtrooper said.

"Stop wasting my time then, what were the results?"

Vader had been curious about this since they sent the boy off word yesterday. He needed a midichlorean count to see if Vader was correct in his assumption that the boy was force sensitive. There had been something about the boy, something he couldn't quite place. What was Owen doing with a kidnapped child? Obviously Kenobi had been a family friend of the Lars's and had hid on Tatoooine because of Vader's distaste of the sith forsaken planet. The best idea Vader had so far was that the boy was related to him, but that made no sense. His child was dead and by his own hand. His child along with the only woman he had ever loved. Luke was a common enough name in the galaxy, although one that brought back every memory of late nights teasing his wife about baby names. The Lars family could have had their own child but the boy insisted that they were his aunt and uncle. Vader realized that this matter was taking up too much of his time and after knowing the blood results would not push it any further. There was nothing special about this boy, just some force sensitive orphan.

"Well, sir, it seems that they are backed up for months. Due to all the rebel attacks there seems to be a spike in orphans or children who have lost their families. Luke's test results won't be in for at least three months," the trooper explained.

Despite what he had just vowed, Vader felt disappointed. He had anxiously awaited the results of the test and yet wouldn't know anything until at least another three months. He knew it was unsith like but somewhere deep inside he had really wanted to understand why just looking at the boy brought back his happiest memories and even a bit of his humanity.

"Very well," was all he said.

He had other things to do with his time like track down the rebels responsible for the explosions. They had a few leads, most of which were from DNA found at the crime scene. Vader thought for a moment, why hadn't he just used his own blood testing equipment on Luke while he had the chance? It was too late now. The boy was on The Imperial Center probably with a nice family.

Luke looked down at the plate in front of him. It was a green meal with lots of vegetables mushed into all sorts of new combinations Luke didn't think were possible. Mr. Chieve's wife had finally come home after Luke finished his "sobbing fit" as Mr. Chieve put it. She had fallen in love with Luke and doted on him since first looking into his bright blue eyes. She had been out shopping for new clothing for Luke and presented him with bag after bad of shirts, pants, robes, and shoes. He had never owned so many clothes before.

Mrs. Chieve insisted he call her Lara, she thought "Mrs. Chieve" was far too formal for a foster child to call their caregiver.

"Luke, you aren't eating anything on your plate, aren't you hungry?" Lara asked.

Starving actually. Luke hadn't eaten since arriving in Mos Espa two days ago, but he really didn't like how the vegetables looked or smelled. They smelled worse than bantha poodoo. "I've just had a lot on my mind," Luke lied.

"Why I think that's the first time I've heard you speak," Mr. Chieve said.

Luke looked down at his meal as the Chieves laughed at Mr. Chieve's joke. He began swirling his food around the plate, watching the shades of green churn around each other. Lara noticed this and chided him for playing with his food. He looked down defeated and finally took a bite of the green pile of mush.

"So, Luke, since you're finally talking where are you from?"

"Tatooine," Luke stated, he tested gravity with another spoonful of mush, letting it drop from his spoon back to the plate.

"Is it normal for little boys to play with their food on Tatooine?" Lara asked.

Luke looked up from his experiment and blushed, "Sorry."

"It's his first day, Lara, it might take his outer rim mind a while to get used the culinary delicacies of the Imperial Center. Just look at that Senator from Sullust, he'll only eat from fast food places, doesn't even touch his soup during Imperial dinners," Mr. Chieve defended Luke. "So, my boy, what's Tatooine like? It's been on the Holo a lot today."

Luke looked down at his "gourmet" meal and began playing with it again. "It's hot."

"Hot? That's all?" Lara asked.

"And… scary…" Luke said.

"Hot and scary," Mr. Chieve repeated, "Why is Tatooine so scary?"

Luke thought for a moment, "Because it's hot." It was a simple enough answer, people died in the heat which made every day a gamble of whether or not it was your last.

Lara looked at Luke as though he had five heads, "It's hot and scary… and scary because it's… hot?"

Luke nodded. It made all the sense in the world to him.

"So what did your parents do on Tatooine?" Mr. Chieve asked.

"Well I don't know about my parents, I never met them. My aunt and uncle raised me, they were moisture farmers."

"Moisture farmers? I've never heard of those before, what do they do?" Mr. Chieve feigned interest.

"They farm moisture," Luke said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Mr. Chieve was not amused in the least bit but Lara let out a laugh, "Really? And here I thought they were school teachers," she said, sarcasm thick in each word.

Luke blushed and decided he was done with his meal. The Chieves cleaned up the table and showed Luke to his room. It was huge, twice the size of his Aunt and Uncle's room back on the farm. The comforter was a fire red with a black imperial logo on it, however most of the logo was covered by the excess pillows. His closet was stuffed with the clothing Lara bought him earlier. Near a window showing the outside of Imperial Center was a small red desk and wooden chair. Luke assumed it was for his schoolwork. On top of his dresser was a holoprojector.

He looked around the room and headed towards the window. His view was obstructed by the neighboring skyscraper less than a foot in front of him.

"Who lives there?" he asked.

"That's just an office, Luke. No one lives there. It's where ordinary people do their jobs," Lara said.

"Oh, is that where you go?" he asked Mr. Chieves.

"No, no I go to the senate building, it's just a few blocks down from here. That's where all of the important people on Imperial Center work. I even get to see the Emperor and sometimes Darth Vader," Mr. Chieve said.

Luke stiffened when he mentioned the sith lord he had met. Darth Vader was a terrifying force. When he looked at Luke it felt like he was ripping into his very mind. But somehow Luke gathered the courage to stand up to the monster and yell at him for all the suffering Vader had brought to him. Luke continued to absent mindedly look at the office next door. Just under his view was a balcony used as a spot to park speeders.

"Okay, Luke, time to go to bed," Lara said. She had removed half of the pillows and placed them on the floor.

Luke complied and climbed into the bed. Lara and Mr. Chieve walked out the door as soon as Luke was on top of his bed. They hadn't tucked him in like Aunt Beru did. There was no lullaby to calm him down. Not even a gruff 'night Luke' his uncle would typically give him. He looked around the room and began to feel scared. Everything was brand new, he didn't know where he was and for the first time in his life he was truly alone.

Luke looked around him, terrified by every inch of this strange new room. He had to remind himself that this was only temporary until they found his real parents and he could go home with them. Someone knocked on the door.

"Uh...um... come in," he stuttered.

"Hi, Luke. Ready for some breakfast?" Mr. Chieve asked, far too enthusiastic for Luke's liking.

Luke nodded his head and hopped out of bed. Mr. Chieve made him change out of his Tatooine clothing before he could go anywhere. Apparently the couple was taking Luke out to breakfast. His aunt and uncle had done that for him once, Uncle Owen just complained the entire time about how expensive it was. This couple didn't seem to mind though, in fact they enjoyed having food brought to them. Mr. Chieve ordered for Luke since he couldn't read and didn't know what any of the dishes were. The food brought before him looked much nicer than the food Lara made for him last night, but he would never mention that.

It wasn't long after Luke took his first bite that camera crews started wandering into the restaurant. They began snapping picture of Luke, most of which were of him with a spoon in his mouth and food dripping back onto the plate. His face covered in confusion. The holo reporters started asking Mr. Chieve questions about Luke. Where he came from, why they decided to foster, what it was like with an already busy life. They had done this with most senators who decided to foster children. In fact r=the new popular holo program called 'Foster Senator' showcased just that, senators opening their homes to orphaned children. It kept the news away from some other unsavory things going on in the galaxy.

"This is Luke Lars from Tatooine. He's six standard years and just recently lost his relatives in the bombing over there. Such a monstrous place, really he's lucky he ended up in the Imperial Center, who knows where he would be now if it weren't for my wife and I," Mr. Chieve said.

One reporter turned to Luke who found himself ignored by the rest, not that he minded. "So, Luke, how do you like Imperial Center so far?" he asked.

Luke took a minute to think about it. It was nice but really crowded and he hadn't been around too much, just to the Chieve's apartment building and then the restaurant. "It's... big. And kind of smelly," Luke said. The whole planet seemed to smell like gasoline and puke, even the nice neighborhoods.

The reporter suppressed a laugh from Luke's answer, something like that would mean treason. "You know you're not supposed to say those things."

"Sorry," Luke said.

"It's okay, just don't do it question, I heard Mr. Chieve say you lost your relatives during the bombing, were you there?" Luke nodded his head trying not to think back to that night. "What was it like?"

"Scary."

"Just scary?"

Luke shakily nodded his head, "Everyone... everyone died. They all exploded and got shot. I saw A-Aunt Beru... they...she... exploded. The nice Stormtroopers... they didn't have arms or legs. It was scary."

The reported put a hand on Luke's arm in an attempt to soothe him. Luke's tears broke through and flooded over onto his cheeks. The reporter decided he had enough footage and left the boy alone. Mr. Chieve looked over to Luke and noticed the tears. He spun the situation to his advantage, "Look at the face of a child who has lost everything to those rebels. They destroy families, wreck planets, and leave behind orphans. This boy, Luke, is the reason why the empire fight everyday. To keep more children from become an orphan like him."

The camera crews and reporters left. The Chieves and Luke finished up their meal and left the restaurant quietly. Once in the speeder an argument broke out between the couple.

"I don't know why you had to call them just to show off your new toy. If I had known I would have done my air into something more fashionable, not this old nest," Lara complained.

"I needed to let the media know about Luke before Senator Igo announced his foster child. Luke's a bit of a crier, no way we'd be able to compete against him if our foster child just started bawling his eyes out," Mr. Chieve said.

"It still would have been nice to know before hand and to teach Luke some table manners, his breakfast was falling out of his mouth in half the pictures!"

The argument continued all the way into their living room. Lara told Luke to go into his room until later. He found the remote and turned on the holoprojector. He found the holonews and saw his face with tears streaming own it. The reporter was calling him the "little crying orphan" and calling out to citizens of the galaxy to stop the fighting. Luke wasn't sure he liked his new title, he wasn't exactly an orphan, just a lost kid. He realized he should mention that to his new family before it spreads any further.

He walked into the living room to inform his guardians of the mix up but as soon as he met their eyes he realized now would not be a good time to let them know he was not an orphan. The pair looked vexed. They had just watched the short interview Luke had had with the reporter, a reporter from the most rebel sided news source the Empire allowed just to give the illusion of free speech. The reporter had emphasized Luke calling Imperial Center smelly and linked it to how poor the quality of life was on the planet.

The Chieves had only wanted a foster child to improve polls,when they realized just how loose tongued Luke was they couldn't keep him anymore, he was more risk than asset. Once the news segment was over Mr. Chieve called ICS and demanded they take the boy back. An agent was there within an hour. Lara was nice enough to let Luke keep the clothing she bought for him and helped him pack up. Mr. Chieves on the other hand had only screamed at the boy for ruining his reputation in the senate.

The agent picked up Luke's bag and moved it into his speeder. They sped off towards Luke's new family, a nice single senator who wanted a child to help with some daily tasks and truly just to help a child in need. The agent called her a pacifist, although Luke didn't quite know what that meant. But he had agreed that that sounded nicer than who he had just been with.

"Now Luke, you have to promise me you won't get kicked out of this house," the agent said.

"I promise," Luke replied.