Luke awoke the next morning, his head still aching, but when he saw a tray of breakfast on his bedside table, he quickly began to eat. After breakfast, he took a shower and readied himself for the day. An ensign approached the door with a datapad and knocked on the door, Luke opened it and was given the datapad and the Ensign quickly left. The message was for Luke to join Lord Vader in his training rooms. Luke felt the pulse to obey the Sith Lord and pulled his cloak on as he walked down the hallway. "Luke, glad you could join me, please hang up your cloak." Luke obeyed, reluctantly. He saw a familiar sight of his father's lightsaber hilt, floating to him. He smiled to see the weapon, he reached for it but it floated out of his grasp.
"Use the Force, Luke."
Luke closed his eyes and gently pulled the lightsaber into his right hand. "Good. Let's see how you do against a remote."
The Dark Lord watched intently as the young Jedi continued to dance around as the shots were blasting around him. The Dark Lord was disappointed, this young man didn't have a clue about holding a lightsaber, deflect the laser fire, and his training was miserably behind.
"Did Kenobi not teach you anything, young one?" Darth Vader deactivated the droid and watched as Luke collapsed under the strain.
"You are also out of shape, you are not ready to face anyone, and even a Jedi padawan could best you."
"Well, excuse me! Who is completely responsible for the entire decimation of the Jedi order? Do you know how hard it was to ignore the call of the Force, to know that you have a secret gift that no one is allowed to know about? Do you know how many times Uncle Owen would punish me because I could 'see' things and find mysterious objects long forgotten? Maybe if I had a real father to teach me these things about the Force, instead of some dreaded Dark Lord of the Sith, who only seems to care because I am Force-sensitive of a famous Jedi."
The Dark Lord listened as the youngling ranted and after his son had been completely worn out emotionally, he helped him to his feet.
"We will start tomorrow morning, you may rest until then." Luke returned to his quarters.
After showering, Luke found three large cubes on his desk; they seem to relay a sense of peace and of knowledge. "What is this?"
Lord Vader entered Luke's quarters to explain the odd shaped boxes, "These are three Jedi holocrons that I retrieved from the Jedi archive."
"Why would you keep them as some sort of trophy?" Luke sarcastically asked.
"No. They do contain knowledge that might prove beneficial to you. Meditate on one of them and seek its knowledge. I will see you in the morning to start your physical training; you will be worked very hard. Be sure to rest."
Lord Vader exited the room and Luke was left in a quandary, why would a Dark Lord of the Sith keep Jedi holocrons? What game was he playing?
Luke decided to put the questions off for now and clear his mind, he set a pillow on the floor and sat cross legged as he closed his eyes to open up one of the holocrons.
"Greetings, Jedi. I am Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, not formally connected to the Jedi Council, some would say I am a maverick Jedi, open to the nuances of the Living Force to react to the changes instead of merely meditating on the appropriate response, it is because of this I am banned from the Jedi Council, which is just as well, because I do not agree with the Jedi Council nearly fifty percent of the time in any case. No doubt you have many questions, as to the Jedi ways of life and many of the Jedi prophesies and other secrets. First clear your mind, young Jedi. Think of a happy moment; focus on its complexity, the colors, the scents, the feelings of pure joy. This might be the moment when you first created your lightsaber, or when you completed a challenging training with great success after much struggle." Luke remembered the moment he found the truth about his father, that he was once a Jedi, when Ben had given him his father's lightsaber and the sense of completeness.
After meditating, Luke felt carefree and happy, despite still being the clutches of Darth Vader. He ate dinner and cleaned Artoo, while the droid happily whistled, Luke and the little droid communicated through the datapad. "I'm glad you are here with me Artoo, it would have been lonelier without you."
"Me too; my previous owner and I used to work together on many projects, I miss him sometimes. He and I were great friends."
"You miss him? Who was your previous owner, Artoo?"
"His name was Anakin; he was very kind, I helped him repair his right arm to update it and clean it. He didn't like healers."
"Wow that was my father's name, Anakin. When did you last see him?"
"A fiery world called Mustafar, he was different, he ordered me to stay with his ship normally I would follow him to help him get out of trouble. I never saw him again."
"Bedtime, young one; the morning will come very early." Luke heard Lord Vader's voice but didn't see him. He jumped up and started to scan his quarters.
"Where are you?" Luke shouted.
"In my quarters, I'm speaking to your mind, young one. Good night."
"Great just what I always wanted, a Sith Lord in my head."
Luke waved his hand at the lamp on the desk and succumbed to the darkness, Artoo rolled himself into the corner.