Luke sat in his quarters after the awards ceremony. He couldn't believe that he went from a moisture farmer on Tatooine to a hero in just short days! He kept on touching his medal, everything feeling strangely surreal. If only his father could see him...

He was interrupted by Artoo-Deeto and See-Threepio barging in without permission. He sighed.

"What'd you two want?" asked Luke, irritated that he had been snapped out of his daydreams, "If your gears need to be oiled, I'm not doing it, I did it a week ago. Go annoy Han instead."

Artoo beeped incessantly.

"I do apologize for this mannerless astromech droid, Master Luke," said Threepio, "But he keeps on repeatedly saying the most peculiar things."

"Such as?"

"Well, he says that Darth Vader is your father, and that the Princess Leia is your sister. Ridiculous gossip, if I do say so myself!"

Luke stared, dumbfounded. His first thought was that Artoo was lying, but he searched his feelings like Ben had told him to do, and realized that it was the truth.

Oh my god, he thought as realization dawned on his face, Darth Vader is my father! But even worse, I KISSED MY OWN SISTER!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Luke yelled, then fainted.

The ghost of Obi-Wan facepalmed.