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Story review: Luke finds Obi-Wan drank and helps him. Palpatine feels a ripple in the Force and sends Vader to Tatooine where he finds his son…
A drinking problem – chapter 4:
Luke exchanged looks between the Dark Lord, his Aunt and Obi-Wan.
"Aunt Beru? Is this true?"
"Yes, Luke. He is your father."
Luke turned to Obi-Wan, but he saw the old man barely holding his light saber due to the excess of alcohol in his body.
"Luke…stay a-away from him!" Obi-Wan cried out.
Darth Vader only could stare at the woman and his respirator hissing constantly.
Luke slowly got up.
"Please, don't hurt them." Luke stood boldly in front of the Dark Lord of the Sith. He could feel Vader's growing anger.
Vader picked up Luke by the biceps. "You are coming with me." It was a statement rather than a request, he turned to Obi-Wan. "This was the last time you betray me!" Vader launched towards the old Jedi with all the rage.
"Father! Please, don't hurt him!" Luke pleaded with all his heart.
Father
Vader turned towards Luke…emotions started to build up. Being called "Father" was a total new experience…
"He can't be allowed to live!" Vader cried out in deep anger.
Luke boldly placed himself in front of Obi-Wan.
"I will not let you!" Luke stood firm and managed to hide his fear.
"Step aside, my son…I do not wish to harm you."
"Ben, please. Go!" Luke stood still.
"Luke, do what he say…my time is up. I have to face the challenge."
"Please, don't kill him…father." Luke pleaded and slowly he lowered himself to his knees in front of Vader.
"He is the one who placed me in this suit…he took you away from me..
I never knew you existed!"
Obi-Wan tried to remain standing.
"If you fight him right now you will kill him because he can't defend himself. At least wait until he is able to fight you…please."
Vader observed his old master. He could barely hold his light saber and he kept sliding from side to side to keep up his balance.
Vader offered his hand to his son. Luke reluctantly reached his hand to grab Vader's.
Obi-Wan walked towards father and son but he stumbled and felt on the ground unconscious.
The Dark Lord pushed his son upright.
"What is wrong with him?" Vader asked.
"Can't you see? He is drank."
Darth Vader had a flashback…
He remember entering a club with his old master looking for an assassin… he angered to remember that while he was hunting the being who had just tried to assassinate his angel…Padme, Obi-Wan left him….
"What are you going, master?"
"For a drink." Obi-Wan had replied.
"Father, you can face him another time. Please…"
Beru continued to tend to Owen who started to awaken.
"Very well, come with me, young one." Vader spoke as he grabbed Luke's arm.
"Luke!" Beru cried out. "Please! Don't hurt him."
"It will be all right, aunt Beru."
Beru was in tears when she saw the Dark Lord taking away her nephew.
STAR DESTROYER.
Luke was accustomed to receive orders from his uncle, now he was getting orders from his father. He had showered and given a different set of clothing. Lord Vader had given strictly orders to the crew not to interact with the boy and he was always escorted with four stormtroppers. He had finished dressing up; he looked at the mirror and felt somewhat different. He had an appointment to keep; Vader had set a schedule to meet him in his chambers. Luke knew he had to get ready and meet his father. He felt a little uneasy with the idea, he had no ambitions but it was rather overwhelming to him to learn about his true identity: The son of the second most powerful man in the galaxy…
He also knew about Vader's merciless killings. It made his skin crawl.
Would his father expect him to be like that?
He played over and over on his mind what his father had told him during their trip from Tatooine to the Star Destroyer.
"I will teach you everything about the Force, but you must always follow my lead. I want you by my side in order to learn. You must learn to not care and incite fear. Only fear can make the others to respect and obey your commands…"
The few hours he had spent with his newfound father was enough to understand why the Dark Lord was feared. Luke was uncomfortable with his father's presence. He was more confused than afraid. He was more afraid of what would be expected of him. Would his father expect him to become the extension of his evil?
He pushed the thoughts aside and started walking out of his room when he looked on the side and saw a mirror and a bar filled with Corellian Rum.
He was not at the age yet to drink and never cared for it, but right now he felt he needed a little push to face whatever his father wanted him to face.
He picked up the bottle and started to drink…
COMMUNICATIONS ROOM…
Vader knelt before the holo-image of his master.
"You may train him but also you must make sure he will not pose a threat to us."
"A threat, master? He is just a boy."
"My visions are unclear, you must keep control of your son and only if he fears you that you can succeed. Make sure he face consequences of any hint of rebellion against your authority, is that clear?"
"Yes, my master."
"You may bring him before me after you start his training, but remember, Lord Vader you must teach him to be loyal to the Empire."
"It will be done, milord."
The holo-image disappeared, Vader stepped out of the communications room and walked to his chambers where he expected his son to be.
OooOOoooo
Luke walked through the long corridors of the Star Destroyer escorted by four stormtroppers.
At first he thought the light was blurring his vision but he rubbed his eyes and it was actually getting worse.
He stopped in front of the Dark Lord's chambers. The stormtroppers stepped aside and the door opened.
"Come in." Vader's loud voice reverberated inside Luke's mind.
"What?" Luke felt chills. He stepped inside and saw the Dark Lord standing.
"You are late!" Vader voice had a hint of anger. Luke felt uneasy.
"I..I'm sorry, I…" Luke tried to apologize but the room started to spin and suddenly he felt on the ground unconscious.
Vader approached the boy sprawled on the floor.
"What in the Force!"
He summoned the physician and he gathered his unconscious son and placed over a couch.
The doctor examined the boy.
"What is wrong with him?" Vader asked.
"Nothing, my lord. He is in perfect health."
"Why did he faint?"
The physician placed his instruments back into the case.
"That is normal, considering his state, milord. Apparently this young man had too much to drink."
Tbc…
