Instead of going to sleep like any normal person would, Luke decided that he would rather be rebellious and stay up all night playing video-games and eating cake.
I'm glad Father's gone, because I am so not going to school today.
Luke briefly though about finding Ian and asking about where his Father had gone, but then he decided not to. He didn't need to know, he didn't wantto know.
"Kid, what the hell are you doing? Get out of bed, we're running late." Luke glanced up to find Ian glaring at him.
"No." Luke pouted and turned away.
"What the hell? Get up! C'mon, don't make me get Vader." Ian snarled.
"Someone's in a bad mood." Luke commented idly. He knew Vader wasn't in the building, because he would've dragged Luke out of bed and yelled at him for not getting dressed agesago.
After swearing at Luke, Ian stomped away, and reappeared a few minutes later.
"Luke." There was a mini Holo-projector, and a wavering image of Darth Vader stood there, his hands planted firmly on his belt.
"F-Father." Luke acknowledged, suddenly nervous.
"Get out of bed right now. I expect you to be ready to leave for school in 15 minutes—" Luke cut the connection and threw the projector at a wall. It smashed and Luke bolted for his door.
"I don't think so!" Ian smirked at Luke.
An hour later…
Luke's hand hovered over the door-knob.
Did he really want to go to class? Well, after Ian carried him into the school, it looked like he had no choice.
Everyone's going to look at me. This is going to be so embarrassing.
Luke inhaled and walked confidently into the room.
"Sorry I'm late Miss—" he stopped, and suddenly felt his stomach clench into a knot.
There was no-one there, it was empty.
Luke had thought it odd when he walked down the hallways, he could hear nothing—there were always children yelling and teachers talking.
So where did they all go?
"Oh, Luke…what are you doing here?" Luke recognised that voice. It was Dorian.
"Mr Jackspiel! Where did everyone go?" Luke asked, noticing Dorian's subtle movement of shutting the door.
"There isn't any school today. I thought you knew?" Luke stared, mouth hanging open.
There wasn't any school? He went through all that hassle this morning for nothing! He stomped around, and Dorian watched him mutter things to himself.
"Well that's just—" Luke was cut off mid-rant because Dorian had just rugby tackled him.
Luke didn't know what was going on, but he suddenly remembered all the training his Father had put him through, and used the Force to throw Dorian into a wall. Dorian landed on his feet though, and swung a fist—aiming for Luke's face.
Luke ducked, but Dorian had anticipated it, for he stuck his foot out and caught Luke in his face.
"What the—? WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME?" Luke shouted from the other side of the classroom.
"You have fast reflexes." Dorian noted before sauntering out of the class-room. Luke was left staring at the door.
What had just happened?
At the Imperial Palace…
Ian stared at the many black folders that were neatly arranged on a desk in alphabetical order.
"Choices…choices…" his hand hovered over each one, and he cursed Vader for being so neat and orderly. You'd think that would be a good thing, but Ian didn't even know where to look.
He had to find that document, if he didn't…if he returned empty-handed—they'd killhim.
"What are you doing?" Ian spun around and glared at Luke. What was that brat doing here? He thought he was at school—he needed to do this! Why was hehere of all times?
"You're supposed to be at school."
"Yeah, well school was out, I just didn't know…" Luke eyed Ian suspiciously. He was alerted to a Force-presence, and he recognized it to be his Fathers.
After glaring at each-other, Luke ran off to find Vader.
Thatwastoclose.Ian thought, wiping imaginary sweat off of his forehead.
Aha, he found it: the document was labelled 'Military Plans', and was rather thick. Now, all he had to do was meet his employer.
In an alley-way…
"Do you have it?" a voice asked. Ian started to sweat, but he nodded, unsure if the man could see him or not.
A hand shot out and snatched the file out of Ian's trembling hands.
"Thanks. You've really helped me out, ya'know." Ian glanced longingly at the exit to the alley, and wondered vaguely who this mysterious man was.
"Don't I at least get to know your name?" Ian asked irritably. After all, he had risked his life by sneaking into Vader's filing room and stolen something, plus it had taken him agesto disable the cameras.
The man huffed and stepped into the dim light; shockingly blonde hair that seemed to defy gravity…a dark scarf wrapped around his lower face…Ian could see his reflection in the sun-glasses the man wore.
"You wanna know my name huh?" the guy took a threatening step forwards.
Ian visibly swallowed.
"My name's Dorian Jackspiel."