Darth Vader was lying awkwardly on one of Doctor Qwerty's medical beds. His right arm was being held in place while his personal mechanic rewired it. During the explosion, his right arm had short-circuited.

"Should be working again, M'lord." The mechanic stood up. Vader was never satisfied with his prosthetic arms and legs. He would usually tweak them himself; he wasn't even remotely pleased with what the mechanic had done.

"It will do. You are dismissed." A disgruntled Vader swung his legs around stiffly and sat up.

"M'lord?" Doctor Qwerty's head popped out of his office. "Luke is asking for you."

"Let him in." Vader ordered, trying to pull on his leather glove.

Curse these arms of mine—and curse Obi-Wan a thousand times over for giving them to me!

He heard Luke's rushed footsteps and felt his hands poking at him ineffectively.

"Father are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt? You should be more careful!" Luke scolded, and Vader smiled in amusement. He was usually the one saying that to Luke.

"I am fine. I am led to believe that it was a failed assassination attempt on King Xiao's life." Luke crawled onto his bed and squished in next to Vader. "What are you doing?"

"Sitting next to you." Luke replied as if it was the most normal thing to do ever. The Sith Lord shifted around uncomfortably, trying not to hurt Luke.

"There is not enough room." Vader told him.

"Yes there is!" Luke leaned over Vader and tried to tug him further towards the edge, Vader, who wasn't really sure what Luke was trying to accomplish, sat up. Luke immediately tumbled forwards and rolled off the end of the bed, landing with an "Ow".

"Luke?" Vader couldn't see past the edge of the bed, so he had to stretch as well.

Luke was sprawled in an awkward position, and he looked so annoyed that Vader couldn't help but let a low rumble of a chuckle escape his lips. When Luke heard the sound, his face split into a grin and he gingerly sat up.

"You are okay though?" Vader enquired, sobering up considerably when he realised that Doctor Qwerty had seen the whole scene.

"Yeah, no thanks to you!" Luke joked, rubbing his left elbow.

Doctor Qwerty checked Vader again (much to his chagrin), and finally deemed that he was fine to leave.

"You may want to return if you experience any nausea or dizziness…" he paused when Vader cut him off irritably.

"That will not happen, Doctor." He stood up, a dull ache in his head. When he had hit the wall, his mask had pressed down on his skull rather painfully.

"Don't worry Doctor Qwerty, I'll look after him." Luke patted Vader's arm and Qwerty gave them an affectionate smile.

Vader shook his hand off and straightened up.

"M'lord, The Emperor wishes to see you, he also wishes you to bring Luke." Vader nodded to the red-clad guard. Only his eyes were visible.

"The Emperor?" Luke gasped out. He rubbed his arms as the painful memory of being electrocuted resurfaced. "What does he waaaaant?" Luke whined, sulkily following his Father out of the Medical Bay.

"I do not know. He had most likely been taken to the Safe Room. Whenever his life is threatened Palpatine and the Red-guards will be taken to the Safe Room, so that he may not die." Vader explained in response to Luke's confused look.

"Oh, okay…" There was silence as they made their way to the Throne Room.

In the Throne Room…

"You may rise." Palpatine ordered, and watched as Vader stiffly rose to his knees. "What happened?" He spat out harshly. "It will take a lot of Credits to fix the damage that has been inflicted! King Xiao is not happy either." Vader sucked in a quite breath, ready to placate his paranoid Master.

"King Xiao had brought me news that one of the General's is trying to assassinate him. After he had said those words, a bomb went off. No one was severely harmed."

"Hmm…" Luke zoned out as Vader and The Emperor discussed what they should do next.

Why am I even here? This sucks. I can't wait till school starts again! I haven't seen Hailie or Ryan in ages.

He let his mind wander over all the fun things they had done together as a group. Like the time they had all participated in an after-school club (it was a cooking club), and how Ryan had set his oven on fire and Luke and Hailie had laughed. They had then all been banned from attending for the rest of the year. He let out a small chuckle, and let a small smile light his face up.

"Do you find something amusing, Skywalker?" The Emperor asked menacingly, and he glared at Luke.

"N-no Your Highness!" Luke let out a cry as a single bolt of lightning hit him square in the chest.

"Maybe that will teach you not to laugh." The Emperor returned to speaking with Vader.

One of the many advantages of having a mask. Vader thought smugly before glancing at Luke to make sure he was alright.

Luke was slowly collecting himself off of the floor, and was blinking furiously to stop the stinging presence of tears from falling.

"Perhaps," The Emperor said, alerting Luke that he was speaking, "perhaps we should let Young Skywalker here, kill the traitorous General." Palpatine stroked his wrinkly chin and leaned back, a wicked smile on his face.

"What?" Luke couldn't help it. The shout burst from his lips before he could stop it. The Emperor sent him a glare, and briefly considered teaching the boy a lesson.

"Lord Vader, you shall train him in the basic use of the Force and in Lightsaber skills. Basic skills only." The Emperor glared at them both.

"My Master, Luke is only 11—" Vader tried, but Palpatine let out a short laugh.

"When you were 11 you were off fighting everything that was bad. With Kenobi." Palpatine spat the name out as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"I—My Master…As you wish." Vader reluctantly said. If he was not the one to train Luke, then Palpatine would, and he would be very harsh about it.

"Then leave. I will be checking up on Luke's progress once a week. I expect him to be fully ready in at least 6 weeks. We do not have all day, Lord Vader." He waved his hand, and Vader and Luke took it as their cue to leave.

As soon as they were outside the Throne Room, Luke staggered around dramatically before falling to the ground, clutching his chest.

"Oh the pain Father! The pain!" Vader chuckled at Luke over-exaggeration. He glanced at the Storm Troopers who were watching the display in obvious bemusement and amusement.

Vader gently pulled Luke to his feet, and Luke sent him an abashed grin.

"But seriously, my chest hurts. I'll put a Bacta Patch on it." Luke stared down at his singed clothes, a grown on his face.

"What is it?" Vader finally asked as they entered the lift.

"I don't understand what the Emperor meant by having me kill that…General person." Luke mumbled.

Vader cursed silently; he had forgotten about that. At least he would be able to train the boy…perhaps he could arrange for the General to die unexpectedly…perhaps…

He realised that Luke was tugging at his cape, trying to pull him out of the lift. He had been lost in his musings.

"We shall start training tomorrow." Luke nodded and hurried into his room.

He was overcome by anger, an emotion that usually was a stranger to him. He grabbed his Emperor figure and a red pen and drew blood all over his face. He then twisted his head off so that he was 'decapitated'. He then put the Darth Vader figure's Lightsaber into its hand so it looked like Vader had killed him. He then surrounded them with Storm Troopers, their guns aimed down so that they were 'shooting' the Emperor as well.

Luke stepped back to admire his creation—or his work of art, he liked to think—from afar.

If only it would happen in real life. He thought wistfully.