Lord Vader took his son to his quarters, where the Princess, Han Solo, and Chewbacca were waiting for him. Luke ran to them hugging his friends and once again grateful to be with them again.

"Your friends are to be released; however, you will not be joining them."

"What!" Luke exclaimed.

"They agreed that if they saw you healthy and well, that they would be allowed to leave."

"Why do you want me? I'm nobody, Vader. Please let us go."

"I will not, now they leave with the Falcon or they stay to become prisoners. You will stay, young one."

Luke sighed, "Please be safe guys and don't try any fool-hardy plans to rescue me." He didn't know why but he had no choice but to obey Lord Vader.

Leia cried as she hugged Luke goodbye, "Be good, kid. I'm sure we will see each other again."

Luke left the hanger bay and watched from the control room as the Falcon leapt into hyperspace, taking Threepio but Lord Vader allowed Luke to keep Artoo, which Luke found strange.

xXx

Once Luke arrived in his very comfortable quarters, (oddly enough next to Lord Vader's) he removed his cloak and tossed it onto the sofa and sat in the chair, sighing deeply. "Why am I so freakin' important?"

"Language, young one; it is impolite to curse." Lord Vader stated as he entered Luke's quarters.

"Bolla Neechu, Chuba Hotshuh." (Go away, you are a nuisance.)

"Chess Ko, Nyee. Chuba pukllay nina." (Careful boy, you are playing with fire.)

Luke looked up at Darth Vader, questioning; "How?"

"I know Huttese; ask me no further questions, young one. After you have eaten dinner, you will start your training with some light meditation."

Luke sighed, as droid brought him his dinner of green vegetables, nerf steak, and a large baked potato with butter. Also a large glass of blue milk accompanied the meal. He ate peacefully as Artoo had shut himself down to complete some routine maintenance.

After eating, Luke stood by the window watching the stars.

"Come with me."

"No, you aren't training me. I refuse." Luke struggled to remain at the window refusing to move even as his brain continued to scream that he must obey.

"Stop it! You can't make me obey you! I hate you!" Luke screamed as he collapsed to the floor holding his head in his hands as he rocked himself. For once in his life, Lord Vader didn't understand why this boy was so vexed, he wasn't ordering the boy to do anything, and he hadn't knowingly planted strong Force suggestions into the boy's mind. Especially since the boy was actively blocking even the most innocuous mind probes.

Lord Vader gathered the boy into his large arms and pulled him into an upright position and gently guided the boy to the large bed.

"Easy, young one; it isn't me that's doing anything to you. You should relax and get some sleep; you will feel better in the morning."

Luke unable to resist the call of obeying 'Lord Vader' fell asleep and when Lord Vader was certain that the boy was in a deep sleep he carefully probed the young Jedi mind and found out why Luke was unable to resist Lord Vader's demands, Luke as enchanted by a curse that made him obedient to his father's will, interesting. It seemed he owed the Sith Lord Exar Kun thanks. Of course, Luke didn't realize yet that Darth Vader was his father; it was almost a perfect cover.