A.N: You guys are lucky that I'm in an updating mood, 'cause I may not update for a long time since it's near Thanksgiving.

As I mentioned in my last update of You've Crept into My Heart, I've been very busy updating my stories on FictionPress. If you're interested, you can get to them through the link in my profile.

I should really learn how to make my author notes shorter! Well, on with the story! No, wait! I have to warn you that this chapter isn't going to be that long. (audience groans) I'm sorry! But who do you think I am? The greatest writer of all time? By the way, this story doesn't really have a plot. I wasn't even planning to make this a chapter story when I first started writing it. I just want to make this story as funny as possible!

Okay, I mean it this time! On with the story!

Chapter Four: Futures and Food

Tank groaned. "Round two? You're crazy."

Luke laughed. "That's exactly what I was thinking today when I surrendered."

Tank gasped. "Surrendered!? Luke you gotta tell me how you ended up here in the Death Star!"

Luke paused. He really thought that they had to keep going and stay on the move. The last thing he wanted was for Vader to catch up with him and take him to the Emperor. But then, Tank wasn't used to this sort of thing. Maybe they should take a break.

"Okay, so I was down there on Endor, and I said to myself, 'Luke, what are we doing here? We gotta visit dad sometime this year, or he's gonna think that we don't like him.' I mean, I'm not sayin' that I do like him. I was drunk at the time, and I had no idea what I was thinking!"

"Hold on a second! Who is your father?"

"Don't interrupt!" Luke said indignantly.

"Who is it?"

"It's Vader. Now don't interrupt again or I won't finish the story."

Vader!? VADER!? Vader was Luke's father!? LUKES?! This was impossible! Suddenly, Tank noticed that Luke was still talking, and he made himself listen.

"…So I go on thinking that if I found some Imperials, then they'd probably take me straight to Vader. That was the quickest way to get to him. So I take off in the forest, the Imps find me, cuff me, take me to my dad, and Dad's nice enough to get me sober. When that happened, he told me that he was takin' me to the Emperor, and I'm like, 'Dad, if I wanna go to the Dark Side, then I'll give old Palps a call. Until then, I'll stay with the good guys, thank-you-very-much!"

"You really said that to him?"

Luke shrugged. "Well, maybe not those exact words… but something like that. Anyway, when he said that I didn't have a choice, I thought that he wasn't being fair, so I ran off as soon as I could, and here I am!"

Tank shook his head in disbelief. This was a far cry from the lame farmboy that this Luke Skywalker used to be. That was for sure!

"I'm hungry," Luke commented.

Tank sighed. "Luke, you're being chased by the most feared man in the galaxy who happens to be your father, whose chasing you so the Emperor can make you an evil what's it's guts, and all you're thinking about is FOOD?"

"Uh, yeah! Where's the nearest galley?"

"Luke, I don't think that the galley is the best place to hide," Tank said uncertainly.

"Why not? It's the last place Vader would look for me! Let's go!"

Tank couldn't believe this. What was Luke Skywalker getting him into this time?

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"This is ridiculous!" Vader muttered.

He'd sent out all his troops to search the Death Star and recapture Luke, and no one had even reported seeing his son. Just seeing him! Either Luke was very good at hiding, or storm troopers were more stupid then he thought!

Maybe he shouldn't have made the child sober until they'd made it to the throne room. At least then he would have been able to get Luke in front of the Emperor.

Did Vader really want to do this? Did he really want to corrupt his only son? His only, precious child? Luke was so bright. So filled with the light side of the Force, was his son. Luke had everything that he needed to become a great person. If Vader went through with this, then all this would be gone.

Right now, if Vader didn't do anything, then Luke would grow into an honorable man. But… all Vader wanted to do was show his son true power. But was that what Luke wanted? Maybe he should see what his son wanted before he decided the boy's future.

But first he had to find the boy before he was damaged.

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"Wow," Luke murmured.

They had made it to the galley, and as soon as they were in the galley, Luke had opened the pantry doors. The pantry was stuffed full of food.

Food just waiting to be eaten.

"I'm in heaven," Luke said in awe.

Tank rolled his eyes. "Will you hurry up?"

"Right! Let's grab the loot and scoot!"

Luke grabbed a bag and started stuffing everything he saw into it.

Tank groaned. "Luke, we don't need everything do we?"

"Yes we do! Here help me with the… wow! Potato chips! I love these things!"

"Luke, hurry it up! Do keep in mind that this part of the Death Star does have security cameras."

This time, Luke paid attention. "WHAT!? Why didn't you tell me that before?"

Tank shrugged. "You didn't ask."

Luke speeded up the process of stuffing things in his bag. When the bag couldn't possibly hold anymore food, Luke stopped.

"Okay, we can go now! Is there a safe place to eat the food?" Luke asked.

"Mmm… I think I know a place."

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"Sir?"

Vader turned to see an officer standing nervously behind him. "What is it?"

"We have received footage of Skywalker and his friend in the galley."

Vader perked up at this. Here was some news! But why were they in the galley? Hold on a minute…

"Are they still there?"

"No, my lord. Unfortunately they have moved on, and we cannot seem to trace them. We are working as fast as we can."

"Well work faster!" Vader yelled.

The man paled considerably. "Yes sir!"

They found him. They found him, and they couldn't get to where he was in time! How stupid could imperials get!?

Wait… wasn't Vader himself an imperial? Well, if he was, then he was a very superior imperial. Smart imperials didn't take stupid orders. But then, Vader took orders from the Emperor.

Yes, Vader had been taking orders from the Emperor for twenty years. Gosh, his life sucked!

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"Have you tried the ice cream?" Luke asked Tank.

They were sitting in one of the many empty closets that the Death Star had, eating the food that they'd just scavenged from the galley.

"Oh come on!" Tank exclaimed. "If you haven't tried this chicken, then you haven't tried anything yet!"

"Okay," Luke said, his mouth full of chocolate ice cream. "Why don't we make a switch? You get the ice cream, and I get the chicken. Come on, Tank! Hand over the chicken, and nobody gets hurt!"

But before anyone could do anything, the closet door opened, and Luke and Tank found themselves facing an officer and two squads of storm troopers.

Tank leaned over to whisper to Luke. "You got any ideas?"

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To Be Continued…

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A.N: Sorry, but I warned you that this was going to be a shorter chapter then normal. Please review!