Chapter Five: Time to Take Action

As soon as Luke was bought, Taska Kamein had obviously decided that he'd bought enough slaves, and departed for his home. Luke was shocked to see that he and Marle' had been purchased by the man who owned the moister farm plantation.

Well, at least I'm an expert at what I'm going to be doing, Luke thought dryly.

After all of his extreme effort to get away from moister farming, he was right back to doing it, only this time as a slave.

If I knew I was going to end up moister farming, I would have stayed on Tatooine!

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For days, Luke didn't see Marle'. He would have if he'd had a choice in the matter, but he didn't.

The moister farm plantation was so big; it even had a slaves' quarters near the edge of the property. The slaves' quarters were made up of a big room with lots of bunks where the slaves who worked on the vaporators slept, a refresher, and a tiny kitchen, where they had to make their own meals. But Luke was just happy to eat. Even though they were only allowed a certain amount of food each day, Luke didn't care, and ate a whole lot to make up for a week of not eating. Of course this did earn ten lashes from the electra-shock whip, and after that, Luke made sure that he stayed within the limit, and after a week, Luke discovered that he was slowing starving to death. He was fine now, but it would take a really stupid person not to see that none of the field slaves were given enough to eat, and Luke went to bed, cold, hungry, and his untreated wounds on his back from the electra-shock whip, stinging every night. And his back felt especially painful, as Luke entered the slaves' quarters that night. They hurt because earlier that day, Luke had received a punishment for not being able to finish all his work on time. It hadn't been his fault. He was so hungry, and tired from loss of sleep, (because, who could sleep on cold, metal bunks?) that it was hard to work fast, and so he had been given ten more lashes from the electra-shock whip.

Luke lay down on his bunk.

"Ouch!"

His back began stinging like crazy as soon as he'd tried to rest it on his bed.

Luke tried again, and only succeeded in increasing his pain once again,

Luke gasped in pain.

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Vader flinched as another wave of intense pain bounced its way through the Force, and right into his senses.

I can't take this anymore!

It was his son! He was sending his thoughts through the Force!

Why did I have to become a slave! Now I know for a fact the universe hates me!

A slave? His son was a SLAVE?

Okay, now some people were REALLY going to die!

Vader tried to pinpoint where these thoughts were coming from.

Ambria. His son was a slave on Ambria.

It made since. Ambria was one of the few planets that still allowed slavery. But not for long.

"Captain, set a course to the Ambrian system."

"At once, My Lord!"

Don't worry, son. Your pain will soon be over.

Vader made sure that he didn't send these thoughts through the Force. That could be dangerous.

I'm coming for you, and I will kill anyone who has so much as laid a finger on you!

No one made a slave out of his son! NO ONE!

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There it was again, the intense pain that was coming from only one individual. Luke.

"Han, we need to go to Ambria. Now!"

"What's the hurry, your worship? We haven't done nearly enough research to be able to go rescue Luke."

It was then that Leia also felt a since of urgency that made her all the more determined in her decision.

"Han, I'm going now, with or without you!"

"Okay, okay! We'll go, but I'm telling you, we're making a mistake! Chewie, start up the Falcon. We're going on a little trip!"

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