After the explosion of the Death Star, the Rebel Alliance throws an incredible celebration party with plenty of good food and Corellian Champagne, Luke who typically never drinks, enjoyed the sweet intoxicating flavor of the champagne, he giggles as he and Han play Sabaac while intoxicated. He eventually wanders outside and as he walks he enters a forgotten tomb, unbeknownst to him it is occupied by a Sith spirit. He collapses to the cobble floor and as he smiles he whispers to himself, "By the Force I wish I knew my father and I wonder if he would have been proud of me, today." A Sith ghost appears as and smiles mischievously at the young Jedi. "You shall get your wish, my boy," As the Sith Lord garners its strength from the hallowed halls, "You will be cursed to obey your father in all things." An evil maniacal laugh reverberated by through the tomb as the Sith spirit banished himself. But a Jedi Master long forgotten eased the curse by also adding, "You will not however fall to the Dark Side, young Luke. Anakin needs you, though he doesn't know it yet. . ." Qui-Gon faded into the netherworld of the Force.
The next morning, Luke awoke with a pounding head and a sour stomach; he quickly ran out of the tomb and vomited into nearby bushes. "Oh, by the Force, I shouldn't have so many drinks." Luke found some natural mint herbs and chewed on a few to ease his stomach.
After the celebrations ended, the Rebel Alliance knew that they would have to leave for the fear of reprisal of the Empire. Luke and Han scouted out a few planets and they found one that was completely isolated with no known human contacts, it was a frozen world surrounded by asteroid belt. It seemed perfect, but Luke being a Tatooine Farm Boy was unused to such a cold planet. The rebellion reconnaissance team started building secure caverns for the equipment, personnel, and ships. Luke started having odd dreams at night, one particular night he nearly woke up screaming, his blonde hair was plastered to his head and he was sweating profusely even as the temperatures in his room were barely above freezing. But once he awoke, he couldn't even remember what he had been dreaming. Han and Leia seemed concerned about him and they even asked him if he was okay.
"I don't know, I keep having the same damn dream, but I can't ever remember what it's about. All I can feel is darkness and a profound sense of loneliness, but these aren't my feelings, I don't know I can't explain."
Leia gave him a cup of hot chocolate, "Enjoy, you deserve it." Luke smiled gratefully as he took a sip of the heavenly beverage.
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Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith had finished meditating and decided to go to the command deck, he felt that there was something there that required his attention, perhaps one of the probe droids had finally picked up something. He walked at slow methodical pace, pondering of the identity of the hotshot pilot that caused the Death Star to explode, the Rebel pilot felt familiar to him somehow, but he wasn't certain, he knew that it felt something long forgotten, a far distant memory. "This is a happy moment, the happiest moment of my life." Darth Vader was confused where did that thought come from and why did it seem so appropriate when he was thinking about the strong Force-sensitive pilot?