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Misguided Light

Chapter 10

Padmé paced back and forth in the control center of the Rebel Alliance. Her beautiful, but slightly graying hair was pulled back into an elaborate braid. She was biting her fingernails, a habit Anakin had often teased her for.

Anakin.

She needed him now more than ever. Padmé couldn't imagine losing Leia. Her whole body ached at the thought of losing her last family member. The Lars were killed by Vader not even two weeks after he rose to power. Luke was killed with them. Little, tiny, baby Luke. Padmé couldn't contact her parents or sister because she didn't want to attract any attention to them.

"Padmé, please relax," Mon said, "Leia has the best people trying to help her. I wouldn't be surprised if she was piloting herself home now."

Mon Mothma's words, while spoken with good intentions, were not reassuring. A mother wouldn't calm down until her child was safe.

"General Mothma, an incoming ship is requesting permission to land." Mothma turned to address the situation.

"Is it one of ours?"

"No, ma'am. But it is using the right clearance codes."

"Make contact with them and see what they want."

Mothma and Padmé silently watched the man as he contacted them

"Perhaps this is Master Kenobi," Mothma suggested.

"Perhaps," the former queen replied.

"General, it's the Princess and General Kenobi," the guard exclaimed. Mothma and Padmé jumped to grab the microphone. Padmé grabbed it first.

"Leia?"

"Mom!" Came the relieved cry.

"Are you alright?" Padmé didn't think she would handle any injury of Leia's very well.

"I'm fine, just shaken up. Obi-Wan and Sabé are fine too."

"Thank the Force!" Padmé cried.

"We picked up some people along the way too. They helped us escape. I have to go now. We're about to land. I'll fill you in on everything when I see you."

"I'll be there when you land. I love you, Leia."

"Love you too, mom."

Padmé set the microphone down. She was dizzy with relief. Where did this good luck come from? Padmé was so used to everything going wrong that this was unusual to her. Everything was okay.

Mon Mothma lead Paadmé out of the room. They hurried through the white hallways of the base to the hangar bay. The hangar bay was fairly large, but surprisingly empty. No missions were leaving or returning and no shipment were planned for that day. The only other people in the area were dirty mechanics and bored guards.

A rusty, clunky looking ship landed in the hangar bay. The ramp lowered and a tired looking Leia threw herself out of the ship and into her mother's arms. Padmé laughed and held her daughter close. She then pushed Leia back and scowled at her.

"Never. Do. That. To. Me. Again." Leia paled at her mom's stern words.

"Don't worry," Sabé said, laying one hand on Leia and the other on Padmé, "I won't let the Empire touch her again." Padmé moved away from Leia to embrace her close friend.

Obi-Wan walked out of the ship, followed by a young boy, about Leia's age. He stuck close to Obi-Wan and his eyes were focused on the floor. A man older than the boy exited last with a Wookie. They seemed to be discussing something about money in hushed tones, watching everyone greet each other.

"I am so glad to see you again, Obi-Wan," Padmé smiled at the Jedi. Padmé and Obi-Wan had become extremely good friends over the years.

"It is good to see you too, Padmé." At this sentence, the boys eyes shot up and stared right at the Nabooian woman.

Padmé's breath caught in her throat. The boy looked just like Anakin. His eyes were a vibrant blue and he was dressed in dark robes. He was much slighter than Padmé's deceased husband, but he held himself like Anakin once had.

He was staring at her in guarded shock, but with barely concealed hope.

"Who is this?" Padmé asked Obi-Wan.

"Oh, that's Luke," Leia answered before Obi-Wan could even open his mouth, "he helped us get out of the Death Star. He even fought off Vader!"

"L-Luke?" Padmé choked on the name.

"Padmé, we need to talk," Obi-Wan said, in a much more serious tone.

Padmé stared at him, and then at Luke. "Yes. Yes we do."

oOoOo

Luke followed Obi-Wan closely as he followed the woman. Leia was told to go to a debriefing with Mon Mothma, the Empire's most wanted criminal. Han and Chewbacca were going to stay on the ship until they got word on their payment.

Luke was inside the Rebel Alliance's base, and the only thing he could think about was the woman he was following. His mind was already reeling from the past twenty-four hours. Now he was trying to understand what was happening now.

Obi-Wan had called the woman Padmé. That was supposedly his mother's name. But if this was his mother, that meant Leia was his sister. And that was impossible. Right? Honestly, Luke couldn't tell anymore.

The trio entered a small office. Padmé sat in the seat behind the desk and gestured for Luke and Kenobi to sit across from her.

"So what is going on, Obi-Wan?" Padmé asked, staring at Luke.

"Padmé, it's a long story."

"Then shorten it," Padmé instructed.

The Jedi sighed, "This is Luke Skywalker," Kenobi introduced. "He is your son."

A pin could've dropped in the room, and the noise would have been deafening compared to the stunned silence the group was sitting in.

"Luke?" Padmé choked out. She brought her hand to her mouth and tried to blink away her tears away from her beautiful brown eyes.

"She can't be my mother," Luke protested, turning the Kenobi, "If she is, that would make Leia my sister."

"She is," Kenobi said, "You're twins. We separated you two after your birth so your mother could recover. Unfortunately, we believed you were killed when the home we left you in was attacked by the Empire."

Luke's mouth dropped open, "B-but, what about my father?" He stammered.

"He's dead," Padmé choked out. Luke's world fell apart at that. He always thought Vader was his father. Wait, Vader was definitely his father. He could feel it in his body, in the Force. Luke turned his gaze to Kenobi, looking for an explanation.

The Jedi master looked rather nervous. "Padmé, please forgive me," he pleaded.

"Why do I need to forgive you?" Padmé questioned, "you've been nothing but a good friend since we first met."

"I lied to you," Kenobi spat out, as if the very idea disgusted him, "at least, from a certain point of view."

"What do you mean?" The woman asked, looking very upset.

"Anakin didn't die on Mustafar. He took on a new name."

"Obi-Wan, please," Padmé cried, hurting at these words.

"Your husband is now the person the galaxy knows as Darth Vader."

"No!" Padmé screamed, "You're lying to me!"

"He's not," Luke interrupted, attracting all the attention, "I grew up with my father. He's known as Darth Vader, but he was born Anakin Skywalker." It hurt Luke to say this. He could see the beautiful woman's face full of pain and hurt. Luke found himself fighting to keep tears out of his own eyes.

Padmé suddenly jumped up and grabbed Luke, the same way she grabbed Leia, and pulled him into a hug.

Luke didn't grow up with a lot of hugs. His father would hold him when he was younger and no one was around, but that was it. He had never been held by a motherly figure. It was nice, he decided, crying into her shoulder as she sobbed into his.

When they finally broke apart, Padmé reached out to push Luke's hair out of his face.

"Please tell me there's good in him," she pleaded with her son, "Please tell me he cared for you and kept you safe."

"He did," Luke replied, trying to reassure his new found mother. "He isn't what everyone makes him out to be. He is no monster on the inside."

Padmé shut her eyes in a silently thanking whatever was out there for this news.

"Does he, does he know I'm alive?" Padmé whispered.

"No. We both thought you were dead," came Luke's response, "We had no idea Leia even existed."

Padmé nodded and turned to her old friend, "Obi-Wan, why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought it would be easier for you to heal if you thought Anakin was dead," The Jedi slowly explained, "I honestly thought Luke had died. If I knew he was alive, I would've gone after him."

"What does Leia know?" Padmé asked.

"Nothing. She doesn't know about her relationship to Vader or Luke."

"Shouldn't we tell her?" Luke asked, "She deserves to know more about her family."

Padmé and Kenobi exchanged glances. Finally, Obi-Wan spoke up.

"I don't think that's a good idea. We have no idea what she went through being Vader's prisoner. She already hated him before her capture."

"So you'd rather her hate her father without knowing who he is than make her upset for little bit?!" Luke spat out.

"Vader is not a kind person," Kenobi defended, "It wouldn't help Leia to find out the man she hates is her father."

"Exactly," Luke pointed out, "Vader is our father. He might not be perfect, but we deserve a chance to have a happy family!"

"I agree with Luke," Padmé finally said, "Leia shouldn't be kept in the dark. We'll tell her. But not now. I need to come to terms with this myself."

"Padmé," Kenobi began.

"Not now," the former senator interrupted, "I need some time to adjust. Without you."

While his mother and the Jedi argued, Luke snuck out of the room. He wandered the halls of the Rebel Base, dodging the curious glances that followed him. Finally, he found himself back at the Millennium Falcon. He walked up the ramp and dropped into the pilot's seat. He didn't touch anything, just looked at the controls.

"Remember, Luke, you're a Skywalker. Flying is as easy to you as swimming is to a Mon Calamari."

His father's words floated out of depths of his mind. He was so deep in thought, he didn't even notice when Han walked in.

"Are you okay, kid?" The smuggler asked.

"Huh?"

"You don't look too hot. You haven't looked good since you faced Vader. Not that I blame you, he put up one Hell of a fight."

Luke shrugged, "I've ended up worse in fights before, trust me."

"I trust you, kid," Han said, dropping into the chair next to Luke, "but I don't think you trust yourself,"

"What makes you say that?" Luke asked, curious about Han's words.

"You've been back and forth about everything since I meet you. First, you're all for the Empire, then you hate it. Then, you talk badly about Rebels, but you rescue one. Most obviously, is your attitude towards Vader." Luke tensed at that, but Han continued on, "Yeah, you fought him, but you didn't want to. I think you wish you never chose to go against the Empire."

"You're smarter than ya look," Luke replied, slowly.

"I get that a lot," Han smiled. Then his expression turned serious. "If you're gonna take up arms in this war, Luke, I think you're making the right choice. I'm not much of a Rebel sympathizer, but they are far kinder than the Empire. Trust me, I was almost an Imp myself."

"Really?" Luke asked in shock.

"Yeah. I didn't last very long. I'm not good following orders."

"Neither am I," Luke admitted.

"Trust me, Luke. Life might seem confusing now, but you'll get through it. Just trust your instincts. They did get us off that floating death trap."

Author's Note: I'm so happy that so many people seemed to like my last chapter! I got the most reviews on that chapter than anyone in the past! Anyway, who's pumped for Dec. 18?! I AM!

Back to the story, I think I only have 2 or 3 more chapters left plus an epilogue. Then I'll take a break, plan out the sequel in depth and start writing that. The reason the beginning chapters of this story aren't very good is because I was writing to see if the idea would actually go anywhere. The sequel will be much better. Someone asked for a list of chapters that I edited. If you go back to the first 4 chapters, there should be a little message at the top of the chapter saying it was edited. I probably won't be doing any major editing anymore for this story. I'm just gonna keep writing.

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