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Chapter 17

Anakin stood there, facing Larveus and Janira, completely and utterly shocked at what was happening. The only thing coursing through his mind was "How could Janira do this to me?" The entire time she was with them, Anakin had never expected this from her. She always seemed to be working for them, not against them. But still, now she was siding with the enemy, and now he had a choice to make.

The choice of whether or not to join Larveus would have been completely simple if Luke had not been captured. For then, there would have been no consequence for not joining Larveus. But now... now Anakin really had no idea what to do. If he joined him, he would just be proving that he really was a bad person and a sith, but if he didn't join him, Larveus would surely kill Luke. To Anakin, saving his son seemed the more important of the two. Ever since he could remember, all he wanted was to protect the ones he loved; although in the past that didn't quite work out, but at the moment, it really was a life or death situation.

Larveus repeated his question one more time. "So have you made your answer, Skywalker? Would you rather join me or watch your son die?"

Anakin took a deep breath while he looked at his unconscious son. It's for him… It's for him… It's for him…. "Alright, I'll join you," answered Anakin as he lowered his eyes. "But you have to let Luke go first."

A smirk spread across Larveus' face. "Ah, good, good. You will make a fine Sith, Skywalker, as you once did." Then he turned to his minions. "Let the boy go."

"But, Master – "

"I said let him go!" yelled Larveus.

And so the other old dark lords released Luke and threw him down in font of Anakin. Just as Anakin was walking past Luke, he bent over and whispered, "I love you" in his ear. Although Luke was unconscious, Anakin hoped that Luke did know that, even though they had had their arguments.

Luke woke up some hours later, aches coursing through out his entire body. Rubbing his head, he tried to remember what had happened, who had done this too him. The only thing he remembered was Obi-Wan… and Anakin leaving. Then, all of sudden, the occurrence of last night struck him. He had been in a fight with Obi-Wan. Well, it wasn't as much of a fight as it was a slaughter. Luke never saw Obi-Wan coming; truthfully, he had never expected it. Even though Anakin had warned him, Luke still didn't take heed, thus resulting in his downfall. All Luke really remembered was some hard object striking his head and knocking him out. But before he had lost consciousness, he saw the hem of brown robes swaying by his face. Right before he lost consciousness, Luke had known that Obi-Wan was not who he said he was. He knew he had been duped.

Looking around him, he now wondered where everyone was, and most importantly, where he was now. No longer in the bar, Luke found himself in a ditch on the other side a large hill covered in sand. Slowly getting up, he wandered from his spot of turmoil, and decided to walk over the hill, expecting to see some sort of life form. But once he got to the top of the hill, and looked out over the sand ridden land, his breath caught in his throat. Everywhere, there was fire and piles of dead bodies. The whole town of Mos Espa looked to be deserted; every one seemed to be dead. Trudging forwards, Luke still looked on disbelief.

How could he let this happen?

The town was all in shambles, with smoke rising from what was left of every building. This used to be his home. Where he grew up. And just like that, it had been wiped out from under him, while he had lay there in the dust, unconscious. And where was Anakin? Janira? How could they let this happen as well? Searching all around him, Luke tried to find a trace of his friends, his family, but he found nothing. Panic began to kick in as Luke wondered if they could have been killed with all the civilians. But, alas, Luke knew this to not be true. No one could be a match for Anakin Skywalker, especially if he was paired up with Janira. Still, Luke worried, for they were not around. Anywhere. Luke sighed and shook his head. He was sure that they would show up soon, for surely they would leave him behind.

Heading closer to town, Luke decided to try and find his ship, if he still had one, that is. Perhaps the menace that did this high jacked his ship, of course, it wouldn't be the first time. No, Luke still remembered that time when Han Solo took his ship in a fleet of absentmindedness to save Leia. Although it didn't work out and Luke had to come to save the both of them, Luke forgave Han. Doing so was just in his nature.

Finally getting to the docking bay, Luke was partially surprised to see the ship sitting there, seemingly untouched. Walking to it, he also noticed that neither Anakin nor Janira appeared to be on it or anywhere in the vicinity of it. Now Luke really started to wonder where his friends were. Did they really leave him behind, left for dead? Or perhaps they got captured and had to leave him and the ship? Luke was torn between what he should do. Should he go and try to find Anakin and Janira? Or should he wait here for them to return? The probability of the matter was that the two of them were most likely no longer on Tattooine. Entering the ship, Luke prepared it for take off. Although he wasn't the best pilot or anything, he was still glad that Han had taught him how to fly the Falcon as well, which Luke was now eternally grateful for.

Hearing the engines fire up and kick into action, gave Luke the reassurance that the ship was still flying at least. And now, all he had to do was find the location of Anakin and Janira.

Once he was in space, Luke set the coordinates for Coruscant. He desperately needed the help of the council on this. At the moment, Luke would have loved to have Leia here with him; she always knew what to do. But she was still captured by Lord Larveus, who was doing who knows what to her. It sickened Luke to the core to think of the horrible tings that that monster was probably doing to his sister. He wished that he had rescued her when he had the chance, but he knew that the plan would have never worked. They had been captured themselves. The rescuers could never save any one if they were the ones who needed the saving. And so Luke had made the choice to get Anakin, Janira, and himself off of the planet and into safety, to reconstruct a plan of action.

Now Luke was once again sailing along the stars, trying to save his friends… if in fact they needed saving. Luke put the Falcon into hyper drive and watched the stars go speeding past. In seconds he was looming over Coruscant, getting ready to descend down onto the planet. He prepared the ship for landing, and took it into docking bay 56.

Immediately after Luke had gotten off the ship, a very worried Han Solo met him. Han rushed over to Luke while looking around, expecting to see someone else appear as well.

"Hey kid!" said Han just as he reached Luke. "Where's everyone else? Leia? Janira?"

Luke looked sheepishly at the ground. "We couldn't rescue Leia. The forces were too strong."

Han was silent for a moment. "So, my wife is still captured by that monster?"

"I'm afraid so…" Luke said softly.

"Great... just great…" Han replied as he began to pace the landing. "And what about Janira? Did she die in battle or something?"

"Now don't say that, Han!" said Luke fiercely. "She is just... MIA."

"So you lost your first ever Padawan? Some Jedi you are..."

"Now, Han. You know perfectly well that I did the best I could to get Leia off of that planet! She is my sister after all! But we just... got into some complications along the way."

"Complications? What complications?" questioned Han worriedly.

"Well, it's a long story…"

"Make it short kid."

"Alright, alright! Well, on Endor, Janira went off to my father's grave," Luke saw Han tense up at the mention of Vader, but Luke continued onwards, "and she did something… extraordinary. She did some ancient power, and she brought Anakin back from the dead."

Han was about to interrupt in outrage, but Luke settled him. "Now Han, she didn't bring Vader back, she brought Anakin Skywalker back. He's not evil as he once was."

"But you're telling me," Han started hotly, "that my wife was not saved because some dead guy was brought back to life? Is that right?"

"No, it's not like that Han! Anakin actually helped us out a lot! He helped save both mine and Janira's lives!"

"So, where's he now? He MIA too?"

"Actually, yes."

"You lost your apprentice and your father!" bellowed Han. "Unbelievable, kid."

"Hey, it's not as bad as it sounds! And there's more to it anyways," replied Luke defensively. "We were ambushed on Tattooine by Lord Larveus. He seems to be invincible. But, anyways, he disguised himself as old Ben, and snuck into our camp. There he knocked me out, and now I don't know where Janira or Anakin is."

Han scoffed. "I bet Anakin is working with Larveus."

"Han, he is not evil! He was not always Darth Vader as you know him."

"Seriously kid! Once a man is evil, he is always evil!" argued Han.

"My father was not always a bad man," Luke objected darkly. "And I have a feeling that he is the only one who can help us defeat Larveus. If you want to just sit back and let Larveus win, thus resulting in the death of Leia, then by all means, do so. But I have faith in my father, and I know he will not fail me. I'll admit that I have had my doubts in him, but I know that deep down he is a good person."

Luke then stormed past Han and went into the Jedi temple, searching for the help of some of his other Jedi friends. Perhaps they would know what to do with the given circumstances.

Next time on New League... We see what Ani and Janira are up to now that they are with Larveus... mwahahahaha!

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