Okay, so don't worry, I'll be making this a three or four part series with some little chapter bits in between. I just haven't had the time to really dedicate to this so even though the first part is done there will still be at the very least two more. So yeah, just be sure to look out for them, I'll be adding an author's not when I have the first chapter of the second one finished so be sure to look out for it. Enjoy!

The Imperial Center floated against the starry background of space. All of the billions of lives on the planet seemed so small and insignificant while looking at the greater galaxy surrounding the planet. Although it didn't seem much compared to the vastness of space, Imperial Center was the most important planet in the known universe. One of those billions of people on the surface was the man who ruled the galaxy.

Vader walked over to the docking bay of The Executor to prepare his own shuttle and prisoner transport down to take him down to Imperial Center. He was to see to it personally that the prisoners make it to the prison to stay for their trial. The emperor only continued the trial on rebels to show himself as kind and fair, even if being thought of as a rebel was a death sentence. He would put on a show, give the rebels terrible lawyers, bring in some witnesses, and declare them guilty. This trial was to be all over the holo. The boy, Luke, had become quite the star from his frequent appearances on the show "Foster Senator." The people of Imperial Center seemed to love his farm boy naïve presence and his constant misfortune. Darth Vader hadn't heard much of the show, or even knew how much if a celebrity Luke had become. In fact he hadn't thought much of the boy until the Stormtrooper had mentioned him yesterday.

Darth Vader arrived at the bay and prepared his ship for flight. He ordered two Stormtroopers to help him move the prisoners over to the transport ship. They were to leave in a matter of minutes for the surface. Vader walked out to the bridge once more to check on his crew. As he did he overheard two Stormtroopers talking. He recognized one as the soldier he'd picked up on Tatooine, the other was the trooper who had interrupted his meditation for useless knowledge of the boy.

"Wow, the kid's getting his own show," the one from Tatooine, Malcolm the other troopers called him when they didn't know Vader was near. Not that he cared much if they gave each other nicknames or called each other by their real names, he had more serious things to think about rather than an idiotic rule Palpatine made up to dehumanize the empire's loyal soldiers.

"It's more of a documentary by the looks of it. 'Luke Lars: The Boy Who Survived.' What a stupid name," the other trooper, Frank, replied.

The prisoners were being moved into the prisoner transport shuttle. He left the troopers be, there wasn't much to do on the ship today and they had just gone through drills for the past five standard hours. He would let them have their fun.

As the door behind Lord Vader closed Malcolm reread the article, "I still don't get it, that's not the kid's name."

Frank raised an eyebrow towards his friend. Luke had always been Luke, hadn't he? "What do you mean that's not his name?"

Malcolm rolled his eyes, "I mean he just gave you that last name because he was afraid. When he told me his real name I freaked out a bit…well a lot actually. He has the same name as my childhood hero."

Frank looked at him, still confused, "So if his last name isn't Lars then what is it?"

"Skywalker… Luke Skywalker."

"Luke, Luke are you awake?" a voice called to him in his sleep.

"Just a few more minutes, Aunt Beru," Luke mumbled.

The owner of the voice slapped Luke across the face. His eyes shot open and moved towards his aggressor. He recognized the circular glasses right away. Vin. What was he doing here? Luke thought that Vin hated him. Where were the other rebels? He knew he shouldn't be friends with them, they were part of the group that killed his aunt and uncle, but they were also the only children who had shown him common decency. His roommates had attacked him and yet these rebels had saved his life.

"Vin?" he whispered, "What are you doing here?"

"I had to check on you, Jania would have my head if you weren't safe," he explained.

Luke looked at his surroundings expecting Jania to pop up out of nowhere. When she didn't Luke looked to Vin and asked, "Where is everyone? I thought they were okay?"

Vin looked at the boy with a hard stare. Had he truly already forgotten the nightmares from his sleep? "Luke, who are your parents?" Vin asked. "And do not just tell me 'I don't know.' Your aunt and uncle must have told you something."

Luke was silent for a moment, he wasn't sure if it was safe to tell Vin about his father, or the man his uncle claimed to be his father. Last time he mentioned it he got into a lot of trouble, he didn't want Vin to hate him like the Stormtroopers had. With a final sigh he said, "I don't know anything about my mother, I just know that she was a member or the senate, at least that's what the scary Stormtrooper said."

A member of the senate who was pregnant about six years ago. There were too many senators who could have fit the description, "What about your father?" Luke seemed to hesitate again, as though telling him would ruin everything. "I won't judge you based on your parents, Luke, you can tell me."

"Have you ever heard of a Jedi named Anakin Skywalker?" Luke asked.

Vin was confused by the change of topic but nodded his head, "The 'Hero with No Fear,' he was a big war hero during the Clone Wars and the most powerful Jedi knight to ever live, some say he was the chosen one who would bring balance to the force. In my opinion he didn't do a great job of it since the sith run the galaxy now," Vin scoffed. "You still need to tell me about your father."

Luke looked down at his hands, "You know more about him than I do. Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen, they always told me he was a navigator on a spice freighter but now everyone's saying he was a hero. I mean unless there are two Anakin Skywalkers in the galaxy I just don't get it. How could my aunt and uncle lie to me for so long?"

All the information finally clicked. Luke was Anakin Skywalker's son. Anakin Skywalker, the greatest Jedi, had broken the code and had a son right before the empire fell and he died. They were protecting Luke from the sith, not kidnapping him out of malice. Luke was a Jedi, Jania was right.

"Luke, your father was Anakin, wasn't he?" Luke nodded his head as some tears rolled down his eyes. He wasn't normally a crybaby but lately it felt like the world was against him. "You shouldn't exist, Jedi aren't supposed to have children. You shouldn't have been born."

Luke sniffled and wiped a tear off his face with the sleeve of his medcenter gown, "They coulda been lying. They kidnapped me, you know, they coulda been lying about my father's name too."

Vin looked at Luke huddled in the medical bed. His arms were crossed against his chest trying to make himself look smaller than he actually was. The bacta had healed his side enough for him to painlessly bring his knees up a bit. Vin wasn't so sure his aunt and uncle were lying but he had to find a way for Luke to feel better. "You're right, Luke," he said, "they were probably lying about your father's name, get some rest. I'll see you when you wake up."

Vin had lied to Luke, he would not be there when he woke up. He needed to find answers about where his friends were. The guards had said they were placed in solitary confinement but Vin knew that there was no such thing in the orphanage. Those condemned to solitary confinement never returned. He'd been looking into where those who go to "solitary confinement" actually ended up. From what Vin gathered it seemed as though the children were either thrown down into the lower parts of the planets where crooks and aliens thrived or killed right away.

No matter what he promised himself he'd get his friends back. Even if that meant leaving Luke behind. He looked back at the little Jedi boy and walked out of the room unsure if he would ever see him again.

"I don't get it, I've ran this sample a dozen times but the results just don't make sense," a scientist at the Imperial Center Genetic Database lab said.

"What's wrong?" the other asked. It was hard only working with two people, especially when so many children were orphaned each day due to the war.

The first scientist looked over his results again and shook his head, "I've never seen a midichlorian count this high before. It's higher than Master Yoda's had been. Not quite at Anakin Skywalker's level, but not too far off. The odd part is, he's only six years old," the scientist placed his chin in his palm. Why couldn't he make any sense out of this?

"Have you found out anything about his parents? Maybe he comes from a family with an unusually high amount of force sensitives," his coworker suggested.

He shook his head, "I haven't gotten to that part yet, I've been running the midichlorian count over and over." The scientist put the sample back into a machine and typed in some commands.

His screen spat out a series of numbers and letters. Profiles appeared and disappeared from the screen with loading bars underneath them. His coworker went back to her desk to work on a separate orphan, he didn't blame her. It took over an hour for the computer to finally slow down. He noticed it had identified a father but was still working on the mother and living relatives. Finally the results shot up.

"Okay, now I know someone contaminated the sample," he said.

"What is it this time?" she asked, annoyed that he kept distracting her with his work.

He didn't hear her. He was furiously typing away at his computer trying to find something about the blood that made sense. "I just don't get it," he mumbled.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, "Get what?" She got out of her chair and looked over his shoulder at the screen. Her hand flew to her mouth when she saw the result, "That… that's impossible."

"I am not going to call him," he protested. "I might be killed for even knowing this information."

"I'll have a droid contact The Executor," she said.

Oh kriff, how could he let Lord Vader know Luke's last name without putting Luke in any danger? Should he even alert Vader? Lord Vader had told him only to let him know when the boy's midichlorian levels were known, but wasn't this practically the same thing? He stood at the edge of the docking bay watching as other troopers loaded prisoners into the transport when his com went off. He walked out of the door to take the message.

"This is Stormtrooper FS-736 of The Executor who is calling?" he asked, relieved something could take his mind off of Luke for a moment.

"This is Protocol Droid F9-H5, I am here to confirm the blood results of a ward of the empire, Luke Lars," a mechanical voice said.

This was exactly what he needed, this would give him a chance to alert Lord Vader to the boy's name change. "What were his micichlorian and parentage results?" Frank asked eagerly.

"His midichlorian count was one of the highest on record." That didn't surprise Frank at all, especially considering his surname. "His parentage is under high priority only, I will need to speak to his current guardian about it."

"I am his current guardian, Lord Vader left it up to me to make sure the boy was properly processed. Who is his father?" Frank asked annoyed.

"Luke Lars's father is Lord Vader," the droid said emotionlessly. Frank looked down at the comm for what felt like hours. Lord Vader had a son? Moreover, that son was Luke Lars? The little boy from Tatooine could not possible be related to the monster he worked under. The man who, just yesterday, killed a Stormtrooper for making the base a bit more fun. Lord Vader was a father.

Frank turned around and entered the docking bay again. He made his way to Darth Vader just as the sith was about to enter his shuttle. Frank saluted him noticing Vader seemed irritated.

"Are you here to give another meaningless report on the boy?" Vader asked.

"My lord, I think you'll be happy to know that his DNA has been tested," Frank reported. Vader looked at him as though to say 'go on.' Frank cleared his throat, "His midichlorian count is higher than almost any on record, only Anakin Skywalker's seemed to top it."

Vader scowled at the thought that some back planet boy could be almost as powerful as him he would need to take care of him as soon as possible. He turned and began to get into his shuttle.

"Wait, my lord, there's more. You don't want to kill the child," Frank pleaded.

Vader grabbed his throat with the force. It hadn't even been a week and he had managed to anger Darth Vader not once but twice. He was on a roll if he had wanted to die. "Why is that?" Darth Vader growled. He loosened his grip to let the trooper speak.

"H-he's your son," the trooper heaved.

Vader dropped him in shock. He didn't have a son. His beloved wife had died by his hand while still pregnant with his unborn child. This boy couldn't possibly be his son. Then it all started to click. He was Owen and Beru's nephew. Obi Wan protected him. He was living on Tatooine. And his eyes. Those were Anakin's eyes. Luke, the name his son was to have. "Remind me, what was the boy's name?" Vader asked, trying to hide his shock.

"Luke, sir, Luke Skywalker."

Luke hated being in the medcenter. He was bored and anxious. There had been nothing to do in the room outside of watch holodramas. He preoccupied himself by imagining his relatives. His mother would be beautiful with long hair and big bright eyes. His aunts and uncles would love him and shower him with gifts, maybe even a real landspeeder! He was mostly excited about is father though. He imagined a strong and kind man who resembled Luke in every way. They would talk about podracers and go on father son trips to new planets. Maybe his father lived on some far away planet where every day was sunny but not so sunny like Tatooine. He imagined his father coming to pick him up and hugging him so tightly it would be hard for Luke to breathe but somehow he would feel safe at the same time.

Luke imagined his father as a regular man, not a Jedi, not a navigator on a spice freighter, just a regular man. Maybe he was a pilot like Luke wanted to be. Or perhaps he just worked in a boring office like the one next to the Chieves's house. Whatever the case was Luke knew he would love his father no matter what.

As Luke was imagining his long lost family a doctor came in to check on him. "Alright, little guy. The bacta patches worked wonders, you should be free to go by the time your new guardian comes to pick you up," he said.

Luke looked at the doctor and raised an eyebrow, "My new guardian?" No one had told Luke about a new guardian.

"It seems your DNA was finally analyzed. It takes forever you know with all of the orphans coming in every day," the doctor explained.

"What's their name?" Luke asked.

The doctor looked down at the datapad and frowned. "It says here that it's only for top priority. Sorry little fellow, I'm not that important," the doctor said.

"So when do I get to meet them? Is it my real father or mother? Is it an aunt? Do they have kids?" Luke was practically jumping out of his bed waiting hear what all the doctor knew.

"All I know is that they're picking you up in a few hours. I'll let you out of here after I run a few more tests to make sure your vitals are okay and that we didn't miss anything important."

Luke nodded and allowed the doctor to collect all of the samples he needed. As the doctor was drawing some blood to check for infections Luke heard a commotion outside of the door. The doctor grumbled and peaked outside to see what all the fuss was about. Outside was a horde of reporters and reality T.V. cameras. The doctor slammed the door and finished up his work.

"It looks like you've got a whole fan base out there Luke," he said.

"Why?" Luke asked. He wasn't famous. He was just a farm boy from a backwater planet.

The doctor knitted his eyebrows, "You didn't know? You're getting your own T.V. show. You've become quite the famous little guy." The doctor cleaned up some of the supplies and looked over to Luke, "You can leave whenever you feel ready."

Luke nodded and inched himself off of the bed. He wasn't quite sure how all of the reporters got into the orphanage, let alone the medical wing. He guessed it had something to do with the director wanting more publicity to get rid of some of the children stuck there.

He lowly opened the door and was met with dozens of flashes of lights. Holorecorders were inching as close to him as they could as he was assaulted with questions. Who are your parents? Will you stay on Imperial Center? When will the reunion happen? Why were you in the medical wing? The questions buzzed around him until he whispered, "Please stop."

The reporters stopped to listen to what he had to say. "I'll… I'll answer your questions if you raise your hands and wait nicely. That's what Ms. Starfall tell us when we all talk at once," he said. The reporter quietly laughed and wrote in their datapads. They began to raise their hands. "Um…you?" Luke asked, pointing to a female human in the back of the crowd.

"Kya Thano, 'Imperial Sun News'. Luke, for the past few months the galaxy has been watching you bounce from home to home due to some naïve assumptions you've had. We've, of course, been enjoying you seeing the civilized galaxy for the first time but I have to ask, if you're family lives out of the core worlds will you willingly go back to the poverty you once lived in?"

"Of course I would, they're my family. I would go with them no matter where they lived," he replied. He looked around the crowd and pointed to another reporter.

"Atlan Noth from 'The Core Ledger'. Who are your parents?" a human male asked.

"The doctor says that's high pri-o-tary," Luke said. He blushed when the reporters laughed at his mispronunciation of 'priority' before realizing what that could mean and whispering among themselves. Luke picked another reporter.

"Saubio Aschansa, 'The Mos Eisley Post'," Luke looked over the reporter from Tatooine. He was a bark blue twi'lek around forty standard years old. "I could ask a soft question like the rest of these 'reporters' are but let's talk about something serious for a second. Will you be going up as a witness for the trial against the rebels on Tatooine? If you are, do you believe the rebels to be guilty of high treason?"

Luke didn't know how to answer that. He knew he would be going on trial soon because of what he had witnessed but he wasn't sure that the rebels were totally guilty. At the time he was convinced that they were the reason why his aunt and uncle were dead but now? After he had met the rebels at the orphanage? After they became his only friends? He just wasn't sure anymore. "I…I really don't know. I mean I'm a witness but I don't know if they were guilty or not," Luke admitted.

A few reporters jotted down what Luke had said. "The kid actually believes that justice is blind," one whispered.

"He's like a poster child of fairness throughout the galaxy," said another.

Luke heard Saubio scoff and say, "I think he's just a rebel sympathizer."

Luke answered a few more questions before he realized a standard hour had already passed. "I have to go pack up now to go home. Bye-bye!" Luke waded through the sea of reporters. Some stopped him to ask questions but Luke politely declined. He needed time to gather his things from Jania's room. He also wanted to say goodbye to his friends properly and spend some time with them before he left.

As he walked through the halls the holorecorders followed him. He didn't want them knowing that he was staying in a girls room so he ducked into the rebel boys' dorm. When the holorecorders tried to follow him in he slammed the door shut and looked around. The room was empty. All of the blankets and sheets were taken off of the bed. Vin's books datapads were nowhere to be seen. The only shred of evidence that three rebel boys had lived here was the poster of the emperor with pencil marks all over it. Luke took the poster off of the wall, folded it, and placed it in his pocket. If the director saw it he would be furious and punish Maverik for disgracing the emperor like that.

Luke knew he couldn't stay in the room forever. He also knew that he didn't want the holorecorders following him to Jania's room. He looked around and found an air duct. Although it was a bad idea, it was the only way out of the room without being followed. Luke jumped onto Maverik's top bunk and opened a vent above it. He hopped up and began to crawl towards Jania's room. Or at least he thought he was. Looking down at the floor through another vent, Luke realized he didn't know where he was. This area was filled with all sorts of species of aliens. As he was leaning down to get a closer look the vent broke and Luke came crashing down.

He landed in front of a green pa'lowick who looked down at him strangely. A flash of recognition flashed across her face as she helped Luke up. "You're the little lost boy from a few days ago, aren't you?" she asked.

Luke looked up and recognized the kind alien who had helped him find hos room on his first day at the orphanage. "I remember you! You helped me get to my room. Do you think you could help me get back there again?" he asked.

The pa'lowick laughed, "Sure thing, you're not too far this time. The stairs are right over there. Just go down those ones and up the ones next to them. Your room should be in that hall. Now I've got a question for you, what were you doing in the air ducts?"

Luke sighed, "It's a long story. I guess I'm some sort of reality T.V. star so these cameras chased me into my friends' room but they weren't there and all their stuff was gone. I needed to get my stuff since my family's coming to get me today so I climbed through the air ducts to try to get to the room I've been staying in but I fell and landed here."

Her eyes seemed to pop out of their stocks, "You're a T.V. star?"

Luke shrugged, "I guess?"

"Could I get an autograph? We never get T.V. stars around here!" she almost squealed.

Luke nodded his head and the pa'lowick grabbed a piece of toilet paper from the cleaning cart next to them. Luke grabbed a pen one of the reporters gave him and signed it. He thanked his friend and walked towards Jania's room.

He opened the door and found her room empty as well. His belongings were missing along with the blanket and sheets he'd placed last night. Luke thought that maybe the director might have moved his things into the office so Luke would be able to easily leave but something didn't seem right about that. No, he had a bad feeling about this.

Luke didn't know where to search for his missing friends. They had to be somewhere in the orphanage. Vin was smart, he would know. That was another problem. Luke didn't know where to look for Vin either, he could be anywhere. Defeated, Luke looked at the chrono on the wall and realized he was running late for his meeting with the director. Suddenly Luke felt a chill go up his spine. He ignored it and raced straight to the office.

"This is Elara Herm, coming to viewers live from the Imperial Child Services orphanage in the downtown area. Today is a very special day for a little boy who has become a household name over the past few months, Luke Lars. Just two short months ago little Luke entered the home of Senator Chieves after losing his aunt and uncle to a rebel raid on Tatooine. He became a star on the empire's hit show 'Foster Senator.' Luke was featured frequently throughout the months after getting kicked out of or forcibly removed from each senator's house. Unfortunately, senators stopped taking him in after he was thought to bring bad luck and our star ended up in the Imperial orphanage.

"His story gets even more complicated. My sources tell me that the two moisture farmers on Tatooine might not have been his real family. That's right, little Luke may have been kidnapped as a baby. That is why today is such a joyous day for Luke. Today, after six years, he is going to be reunited with his long lost family. The identity of the family is being held secret by the orphanage staff until they come to collect Luke. Hold on…I'm getting an update… an imperial transport has just arrived. I repeat an imperial transport has just arrived at the orphanage to perhaps pick Luke up?"

As the reporter said this a large black ship landed on the parking area of the orphanage. Cameras flooded around the ship waiting to see who Luke's parents could possibly be to ride in such a transport.

"I think I can see someone stepping out. It's a Stormtrooper! Luke's parents are being escorted by Stormtroopers! And, oh folks I don't know if you can see this but it looks like-it looks like some of the reporters are being flung away. Is tha-Darth Vader? What could he possibly be doing here? Is Luke related to the emper-," the reporter began to choke. The holorecorder played nothing but fuzz. Every reporter in the area passed out but was not killed, Darth Vader would not kill anyone on the day he was reunited with his son.

He marched into the orphanage with two Stormtroopers behind him. As he made his way through the halls children stared at him in fear and wonder. They seemed happy enough to observe from afar as Vader entered the office his son was in. He still wasn't used to the thought of having a son. It made him feel a warmth he hadn't felt since before Mustafar.

The door slid open to reveal a little tanned blonde boy with bright blue eyes. Anakin's eyes. Those were his eyes. The boy looked like a miniature Anakin. Not that all of him was Anakin, no, Padmé was there. She was in his cheek bones and his small frame. She was in the way he held himself as he talked to the director. Or the way he had been talking to the director until Vader walked in. As soon as he entered the room the boy seemed to freeze and shiver.

"It's cold in here," Luke shivered. Darth Vader knew why the boy had felt so cold.

"Ehh, you're just to use to the environment quite yet. It's perfectly fine it-," the director looked up to see Lord Vader and two Stormtroopers at the door. "L-Lord Vader, sir, I wasn't expecting an inspection today. I-we we're not prepared," he stuttered.

Luke stayed stiff in his seat. He knew who was behind him. He didn't even want to look at Ben Kenobi's killer. So instead he looked straight ahead at the corner of the desk the director was sitting at. Vader frowned under his mask at the way Luke was acting towards him before he remembered killing Obi-Wan in front of the young boy. Their first meeting suddenly found its way to the front of Vader's mind.

"You are Luke Skywalker, correct?" Lord Vader asked as gently as his voice would allow him. He sat down in the chair across from the director.

Luke looked into the eye of the mask, searching for any signs that there might be a man behind it. "How did you-," Luke began before Vader put a hand up to stop him.

"I know many things, young one. You are upset that I killed Kenobi, you have been unsure of who you really are lately, who you can trust and who your true family is. You may trust me, Luke," Darth Vader said.

Luke was skeptical of Vader's peace offering and looked at him suspiciously, "And why should I?"

"Because, I am your father," Vader answered. He looked over to the chairman, "I am sure there must be some sort of paperwork for me to fill out. You are unsure of why I would take this boy," Vader said, reading the director's thoughts, "You do not think I am truly the boy's father or even human. I have the DNA results right here." Vader unfolded a stack of papers and placed them on the desk. "I can assure you those are not falsified in anyway. If you would like we can do another test right now."

The director looked over the papers. Lord Vader had been telling the truth. The boy was his son. He folded up the papers and handed them back to the sith lord. He looked from Luke to Vader and said, "I-I just need you to sign a release form, sir, uh, my lord." He got up and left the room to grab the paper.

When father and son were left in the room Vader caught Luke staring at him again. "You are wondering why I chose now to collect you," Vader stated. Luke nodded his head. "You were stolen from me before you were even born. I've spent every day for the past six years thinking you died in your mother's womb. Now that I know you are alive I want to help you to grow and become more powerful."

"More powerful? Lord- Father, I just want to be with you as a family. I don't want to become powerful. I just want to be with you," Luke said.

Vader smiled sadly under his mask, "You sound just like your mother. If that is what you wish then so be it, for now. You are still young, you will learn how much power can truly help you."

Luke and Darth Vader sat in comfortable silence for the next few seconds before the director walked in with a datapad in his hand. With a flick of his wrist Luke was legally under Vader's care. They rose from their seats and Luke followed Vader into his ship. Some of the reporters had woken up and quietly took pictures of Luke entering the vehicle with Vader.

"I hate reporters," Vader mumbled. Luke nodded his head in agreeance.

He didn't know what was instore for the two of them now that they were reunited. But he wasn't sure if he really cared. All that mattered to Luke was that he was with his father for the first time in his life and nothing in the galaxy could separate them again.

After six long and agonizing years in darkness, Vader was finally able to see a little, albeit not much, of a light. Luke. Luke had brought a kind of warmth and happiness the sith lord thought impossible. Although there was still much to do: the trial, convincing Palpatine to let Luke stay, keep up with the imperial navy, and check Padmé's tomb for anything else he might have missed Vader knew one thing. He and his son were finally reunited.

Far away in the swamp planet Dagobah, a small green alien looked up to the stars. He felt a large disturbance in the force coming from the core worlds. He bowed his head as he shook it back and forth. "Good, this is not."

Hope you liked it! Like I said, there will be more, just not for this particular book. I won't just leave you with a "Luke and Vader lived happily ever after" story. Happy holidays to those of you who celebrate anything and don't forget to read and review!