This is not mine…just playing with George Lucas' world….
Luke continued to pace back and forth inside the small cell. His nervousness and fear helped to diminish the effects of the alcohol. His father would no doubt kill him. His throat was scratchy from pleading so much for the imperial guards not to detain him, for no avail. He taken into custody but the Detention Center was so full that he was waiting to be processed and assigned a cell.
The four stormtroopers assigned to observe Luke, stood in the lobby of the Detention center.
The comlink buzzed and TK147 answered the call.
"This is TK147."
"General Veers, here; you are to remain in Coruscant until I send you the word to return, do you copy?"
"Understood, TK147 out."
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General Veers was nervous. He knew that the boy Luke Skywalker had to be very important for the Dark Lord to spend so much time with him. Luke was very obedient and followed every order given. He admired the young man and his heart ached just to know that something bad could happen to him.
He had a son just about his age. However, it was his duty to inform Lord Vader about the boy's situation. He took a deep breath and opened communications with the Dark Lord…
He was thankful that Lord Vader didn't reply to the comlink.
He then sent another signal to the newly appointed Captain: Firmus Piett.
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"Where are the plans, your Highness?" Vader asked the handcuffed Princess Leia Organa.
"I don't know what you are talking about; I am on a diplomatic mission…"
Vader interrupted, "You are part of the rebel alliance and a traitor! You will tell me where the plans are!"
"You are asking me what I don't know."
Vader fumed, he was too angry to continue the interrogation. "Take her away!" he ordered the stormtroopers.
He figured that his anger was too much and he would kill her before getting the information he needed. Lord Vader left detention block and thought about Luke. Perhaps he could train the boy to extract the information he needed from her… but what disturbed Vader was the fact that he had tried to probe her mind while talking to her but there was an impenetrable wall hiding her secrets…
"How could she do that?"
He would ask his master about this…now it was time to see his son.
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"Can you repeat that, General?" Piett couldn't believe what he heard…
General Veers was asking him to deliver the awful news to Lord Vader that his probable apprentice arrested for piloting while intoxicated…
Piett thought he would make the rank of Admiral one day…however, demotion by Lord Vader was something….final….in fact, lethal.
"Very well, General; I will tell him." Piett responded and sighed.
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Lord Vader was walking towards his chamber when an imperial soldier approached him.
"Milord, Grand Moff Tarkin wishes to talk to you."
"Send the transmission to the communications room."
"Yes, milord."
Vader turned to the other direction to speak to Tarkin a very loyal member of the Empire, in charge of the operation of the Death Star. Vader despised the Death Star but because it was his master's wishes to have such a weapon he had no choice but to abide to his master's desires in helping Tarkin to command that battle station and retrieve the Death Star plans.
The holo-image showed Moff Tarkin, General Motti and two others are sitting around a large circular black table.
"What is it?" Vader asked.
"Lord Vader, I just heard from the Emperor that he has dissolved the imperial Senate."
"But how could he keep the systems from rebelling without the Senate?"
another general inquired.
"The systems will be run by appointed local Governors." Moff Tarkin replied. "I requested your presence to this meeting, Lord Vader in order to assure that the Death Star plans had been retrieved."
"The plans will be soon be in our hands."
"If the Rebel Alliance gets a hold of the plans it is possible, rather unlikely that they could find a weakness and exploit it!" another General commented.
"You are overestimating the Rebels!" General Motti replied. "This weapon is the ultimate power in the universe!"
"Don't be so proud of this technological terror you constructed, the ability to destroy a planet is nothing comparable to the power of the Force."
Vader replied from his position to the holo-image of Motti.
"Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion hasn't given any clairvoyance to conjure up the information that….uh…"
Vader had his hand raised towards the holo-image of Motti who was struggling to breathe.
"I find your lack of faith, disturbing."
"Vader, release him!" Tarkin ordered.
"This bickering is pointless! Lord Vader will bring the Princess to us and she will then give us the information on the plans and the Rebel bases. We will them strike them with one swift stroke!"
"I have matters to attend. The Princess will be taken to the Death Star soon." Vader cut the transmission.
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The imperial Detention center guard opened Luke's cell.
"Hey kid, it is your turn to be processed."
"I am not a kid!"
"Just keep movin'…kid!" The imperial soldier spoke annoying Luke.
"I am not a kid! My name is Luke!"
"All right, Luke…I am imperial Commander Han Solo and you are coming with me to be processed, like it or not."
"What that means? Do I get to go?"
"Not exactly; you will get your picture taken; DNA scan and you got to make one phone call."
"Could you just reverse the order of the events?" Luke replied.
"Reverse?"
"It would save you time, trust me on that."
"You'd better explain that, kid."
Luke frowned. "Well, if you let me make my phone call I am sure that you will not need to take my picture and my DAN."
"DNA, kid…"
"Whatever."
Solo pondered about that. He wanted to leave early anyways. He was eager to leave because it was his last day on the detention center and next day he was going to train new recruits to fly as an instructor for the Imperial Academy. He figured that if the boy were right he would be able to celebrate and even catch a round of Sabaac.
"All right kid, you better be sure about this." Imperial Solo walked Luke towards the communication room for the prisoners.
"Solo, where is his ID badge?"
"Well, sir I thought we could finish up here first. The other sector is still too crowded."
"All right," the imperial soldier replied. "You got three minutes for the call."
"Three minutes?" Luke frowned.
"The kid wants more time." Imperial Solo mocked, the other guards laughed.
"No way, sir…three minutes it is too long!" Luke replied.
"He got some sense of humor." Solo replied under while the others continued laughing.
The imperial guard on the other side of the table opened the communications for the holo-communicator.
"Go ahead, Kid. Punch the numbers."
"I don't have…but I am sure you do."
"Why would we have the number for your old man?"
"My father is an imperial too. You got have that number." Luke said pleadingly.
"Is your father an Imperial? Why didn't you say so? OK, where does your father work?"
"Right now, he is on the Star Destroyer Devastator."
"Go ahead, Ron, contact the Devastator." Ron complied with Solo's orders and the holo-image of Capitan Piett appeared.
"This is Captain Firmus Piett, what is your request?"
"I am Ron Halter from the Coruscanti Detention Center. I am contacting you in regards to a son of one of your crew members who has been detained."
Piett blanched on the screen. "Sure, just tell me who is his father and I will pass him the message."
Ron turned to Luke who stood by the holo-communicator.
"What is your father's name?"
"Darth Vader." Luke sighed deeply as he looked at the Imperials' faces with looks of shock and disbelief.
Tbc…
