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Chapter 4

Betrayal

Luke's head was hung low, his long hair falling onto his face, his arms to is sides, he was still in the kneeling position that they had left him in. His knees screamed out in agony, as his stomach roared with hunger. No one had entered the cell, he had not been offered any food or water. He swiped his dry tongue along desert lips. He hadn't slept, his eyes heavy under the weight of tiredness. How long had he been here? Days merged into nights and and nights into days, the guards where change on a irregular basis.

On a constant loop, racing round in his head, the word of the Emperor played with his emotions, 'They sent you here, to those you hated, sent you straight into our hands, knowing what was to happen'. What did they mean? What message was sewn into the letters of the very words? He searched for it, always coming back to one solution, but instantly pushing it into the darkness, he carried on is journey to looking for something he already knew he'd found.

Suddenly, there was light, after days with only a crimson glow lighting up the shadows, it stung his eyes, he lowered his head further, trying to shield his eyes. He noticed his heart was racing who was it who had entered, more guards or Darth Vader, maybe even the Emperor? He listened beyond the hum of the force shield, he could only hear one pair of footsteps. They were loud and heavy, only one man came to fit the profile, his father.

"Son?" A voice called out, his breathing echoing throughout the cell.

Vader looked upon his son, he boy looked weak, but he knew that his son had not given up yet. Even though he had been down here in the darkness for nearly four days, he had had no food or water, by now one would have perished or have been close to death without the vital water it's body needed. However his son had drawn in on the little force around him to keep alive, but add the malnourishment on top of the effects of the force lightning he could tell that the young Skywalker was just holding on.

He and his master also father had decided that now would be the best time, whilst he was still weak, to revel the answer to the question Palpatine had planted in his grandson's mind all them days ago.

Luke struggled to keep his heart beat steady, to keep his fear and anger hidden under the surface away from the prying eyes of the Sith. "Bring him" His father commanded. There was a woosh of sound as the force field lowered, he heard more footsteps which came to a halt by his side. All in one the binders were released, a tsunami wave of the force powered over him. He was then hauled to his feet sending his head dizzy, his legs ached, but he did not show his pain, he wouldn't. His arms were brought behind him, binders fastened in place. Once his mind had stopped spinning he gradually opened his eyes, slowly adjusting them to the light.

His father was already out of the cell, making his way down the corridor flushed with bright light. Finding his feet, he began to walk forward, if there hadn't been a guard on either side of him he knew that he would have fallen. They made there way down the corridors through to barriers that stood between him, the palace and freedom. He was only a few paces behind the dark cape of the Sith Lord. There was silence, Luke could not shrug the feeling of a death march, maybe it was, maybe he was walking to his death, by the hands of his father and grandfather.

They came to the last door, he had gathered some strength and could now walk by himself, just. Even so it was better than being dragged through the palace. They passed into a darker hallway, the corridors stretched far, expensive paintings lining the walls, but he didn't have time to admire the artwork as he was rushed off.

Eventually, they came to two large doors, they stopped dead. The atmosphere grew so thick that it could be cut by a knife. After only minutes of waiting the doors opened, a man came scurrying out, like a rat, dragging a body behind him. Luke's eyes widened, he reached out with the force he wasn't dead yet, but it seemed that Palpatine was in a especially bad mood. He could feel the anger from outside the throne room, it was almost nauseating, the Dark Lord didn't even cast a glance. The doors did not shut instead the group entered.

Palpatine sat upon his throne, anger boiled within him, 'How dare that man come in here and tell me how to rule my Empire!' he thought.

It had been several days since he had last seen his grandson, the boy had refused his heritage, his birth right. He saw the Empire as evil, he had joined the rebellion he chose to fight against his family. He knew that the young Skywalker would argue that he didn't know, but he had known his fathers true identity but he had still fought with the rebel scum. 'Oh, if he only knew the truth', the Sith laughed inside his head. He still had another card to play, a most deadly card indeed.

He watched as his son marched through the doors, his cape blowing behind him, trailed by his grandson. His apprentice knelled before him, but the blonde haired boy didn't. Their eyes locked, he looked into the crystal blue eyes, there was still defiance in those eyes.

"Welcome my son, and grandson." Vader rose from kneeling.

"Don't call me that!" Luke snapped taking a step forward, then stepping back again.

"You can not deny it for much longer, young Skywalker. Soon you will come to accept it, along with the darkness."

"Never" Luke protested.

"If only you knew the truth." Palpatine mused, the boy was about to speak but thought better of it. "You want to know the truth do you?" The boy didn't reply, it was clear that the boy wanted the truth to the question that had been on repeat all the time when he was in the darkness.

Silence hung in the air, then was shattered into million shards by a rock hard truth, "Your friends betrayed you." It was clear that the boy had come back to that time and time again but the shock was written clearly upon his face for all to read.

"I.I don't believe you, they would never betray me." The boy spat, even knowing that his word were false, but that the cloaked man's wasn't.

The Emperor produce a small hologram projector, he hit a button and a hologram appeared on the floor before him. Luke shook his head slightly as he recognised the woman, Mon Mothma. His father's breathing could be heard over the top.

"Mon Mothma, we have you base surrounded." Vader announced.

"I am fully aware of that Lord Vader."

"Then why have you contacted me?"

"I propose an offer."

"An offer."

"Yes, you let us go and we will give you what you want most."

"And what would that be?" Vader questioned.

"Luke Skywalker." There was still silence. Even though he couldn't see the Dark Lord, he could imagine the shock that he had.

"Ah the young Skywalker. And you are aware of the bounty on his head. I'm sure that he will be brought to me soon, that tend to happen when someone has one and a half billion credits upon their head."

"But we do not want the money," Mon protested "If you let us go I will give you the location of Lieutenant Commander Skywalker."

There was silence again, Vader was obviously thinking this trough. "I accept your offer."

"Very good, Lieutenant Skywalker is on Coruscant as we speak, but I do not know where, all I know is that he is meeting someone in four days time for details on his mission., at midnight. I will send you the location."

"You better not disappoint, Mon."

"Oh and one more thing, I request that the man who is giving the information is not arrested."

"Very well, as log as I get Skywalker your man can go free, if not his life is forfeit."

"I understand Lord Vader."

"You have half a standard hour." With that the connection was cut.

Luke staggered back, his breath catching in his throat, tears building in his eyes. He closed his eyes preventing the tears from spilling. "No...No they wouldn't." Finally the tears broke out, sadness ran through him whilst anger swarmed his mind, he fell to his knees. The anger built up, he could no longer keep the wildness at bay. His mind went back to Leia, to Han, back to all his friend in the rebellion all those he trust, they had betrayed him.

He cursed himself, how could he have been so fullish? He had trusted Ben, he had lied, robbed him of a father. Yet he couldn't see that the rebellion were doing the same thing, convinced him that the Empire was evil, used him against his own father, against his grandfather as well. Now he could see that it was not the Empire that was evil, but the rebellion and the republic it sort to bring back. The tears died, sadness left his soul, replaced with only anger and the desire for revenge.

The two Sith watched the young Skywalker, as the truth sunk in when he realise what was right. Both father and son saw the light leave Luke, as the darkness engulfed the pureness, as good was turned evil and purity was burnt. The blonde haired boy seemed to darken as he drew in on the darkness that surrounded him like a soft blanket, the binders fell from his wrists, but he did not stand, instead he moved himself into a knelling position, one knee to the ground his hands resting on the other. "I pledge myself to your teachings, father and grandfather." The boy vowed a new harshness in his voice.

Palpatine smiled, the boy was finally his, this war was one step closer being won, and he would rule the new galaxy with his heirs by his side.

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