The follow up to "A Promise Made". For any Fallout player out there, there are some reference to the third and fourth game in this short (and its predecessor). Kudos to you if you see it.

Also there is a lightsaber battle in this and if you look closely, you'll see that it is a mix of three iconic confrontations in the Star Wars franchise. One's from the prequels, another from the originals, and the last one is from the sequel.

Enjoy!

A Promise Kept

The escapades of one individual rarely caught the attention of anyone. Frequently it was a brief murmur in a city's market before it disappeared in light of a new, somewhat more exciting story. Rarely was one story ever embedded in the annals of local legend or reached a status beyond that.

The Lone Wanderer, is what they called him. A man dressed completely in black, his face covered by a mask and armed with a red lightsaber and baster wandering by himself from planet to planet, system to system searching for something. There were two theories on what he was searching for. The first claimed that he belonged to the Resistance, his objective to hunt down and kill First Order soldiers. The second, and by far the most popular, was that he was looking for his child who was stolen from him by the First Order.

Kylo both loved and hated the notoriety of his status as the Lone Wanderer. He loved it because it made many sympathetic to his search and easier to squeeze information out of; he hated it because he believed it to be one reason Snoke had managed to slip from his grasp for the past six years. The other reason was the limited information he was given. The most idea information would always come from a defector, which were hard to find as many of them were dead. If he was lucky to find a live one, they were often lower than a captain, who were just able to give info on bases and movement. Not where Snoke was hiding.

But in the sixth year his search, he was struck by an incredible stroke of luck. On Ge, he found a defector of the Knights of Ren who had once met Snoke in person

Snoke is on Gani, he told Kylo. Be careful. Once you set foot in the palace, the Dark will pull you from each direction. Choose your words carefully and your actions even more so; one step too far and the Dark will devour you.

Excitement and desperation caused Kylo to barely heed the words. He jumped onto his ship and sped off to Gani; after six years, he finally had a chance to fulfill his promise and get his son back.

Anakin was thirteen, he realized. What was he like now? How much had he changed? Did Snoke pull him to the Dark side?

Did Snoke kill him?

A brief shiver ran down Kylo's back at the thought that Anakin could be dead. It was a thought he quickly dismissed; if Snoke wanted him dead, he would've killed him back on Tatooine with his father.

Kylo tried to not think back on that day, the day where his life fell apart once more. He sometimes wondered what life would've been like if they had made the decision to go to Ge earlier, frequently picturing him and Hux living with Anakin as guests of the Queen. A safe and happy life.

He could have that if he found his son.

The journey to Gani took two days in which he barely ate or slept, the thought of Anakin the only thing driving him. According to the sensors, there was nothing on the planet in regards to buildings and communication lines. It did pick up a few jumbled signals of life but the heavy clouds prevented him from getting a clear signal. Upon landing, he found Gani to be a barren and flat planet. Dust and sand flew up with each step he took and there wasn't as much as a hill or valley in sight. The only thing he saw was the dark, looming palace in the distance.

He entered the palace with his lightsaber drawn, immediately feeling the Darkness burning inside him, trying to poison his mind once more with lies of superiority. The temptation to give in was powerful but he resisted, his mind grasping onto all the Light with all its strength.

The hallways were filled with the echoes of Kylo's footsteps, the man moving down it slowly. Once he saw an end to it, he retracted his saber, the immediate area around him falling into darkness. At the end of the hallway was a large one room, it completely empty expect for a single throne at the opposite end, the one path to it crossing over a large crevice. Sensing the presence of someone once he set foot in the room, Kylo hid near the stairs to his immediate right. From his hiding spot, he heard footsteps. Strong, powerful. A figure dressed in the garb of a Knight of Ren entered his sight, walking briskly over the bridge towards the throne. Halfway on the bridge, he stopped.

"Why do you hide from me?" The figure asked in his distorted voice, looking over his shoulder to Kylo's hiding place. "There's no point; I can feel you." Slowly, the man comes from his hiding spot, his lightsaber in hand but not drawn. "Kylo-Ren. I have been expecting you."

"Where's Anakin?" Kylo demanded, walking onto the bridge.

"Your son is gone." The Knight replied, standing calmly with his hands behind his back. "He was weak and foolish like his father. So I destroyed him."

"Liar." Kylo seethed. He took of his mask, tossing the heavy object behind him, "Take off your mask; I want to see your face as I kill you."

"An unusual and insignificant request which can be easily granted." The Knight reached up and unclicked his helmet. Once he took it off, Kylo flinched at what he saw.

"Anakin?" It had to be him; he looked too much like the son he had lost all those years ago. The same hair, the same eyes, the same nose; everything was identical except the red flush on his cheeks from what he assumed was the oncoming of pubescent acne. The teen frowned.

"I told you." He snapped, his voice deeper but cracking the slightest, "Your son is gone. I destroyed him."

"Is that you talking or Snoke?" Kylo questioned, smirking when he noticed the child flinch for a brief instance. "It's what Snoke wants you to believe but I know it isn't true because my son is standing right here, in front of me." He smirked a little wider when he sensed the uncertainty in Anakin's mind.

"You're wrong. The Supreme Leader knows me for who I am and who I can become. He knows you for what you are. You're a defector and a traitor."

"Yes, I am a defector." Kylo concurred, the distance between him and his son becoming less with each step he took. "But he never told you why I defected. Did he? Well, I'll tell you." He clipped his lightsaber back into his belt, "Snoke told me the same things he told you. He turned me against everything and everyone that I loved, turned me over to the dark side. I thought he saw potential in me and that he was going to make me the greatest Sith in history but in reality, he was using my abilities for his own gain. Had I stayed, he would've crushed me once he had no use for me anymore." He paused, carefully watching Anakin's expression, which displayed doubt. "You know it's true." He stood face-to-face with the teen now, "If you have half the perception of your father, you know I'm telling the truth because, unlike Snoke, I have nothing to gain from it." The boy was silent, staring up at the man with water brimming his eyes.

"It's too late for me."

"No, it's not." Kylo placed a hand on his shoulder, "It wasn't too late for me; it certainly isn't too late for you. Come with me; we can be a family again." A tear fell down his cheek.

"I'm being torn apart." Anakin said with a crack in his voice. "I want it to stop. I want to be free from this – this pain." A strange sensation grew as his son spoke, the man watching his past repeat. Kylo knew what would come next and that he would end up dead if he repeated the actions and thoughts of his own father. "I know what I need to do but I don't know if I can do it." The child stared down at his feet, like he always did when he was younger. "Will you help me?"

"Yes." Kylo embraced his son, his heart both soaring and dying when he felt him embrace him back. "Anything." When they pulled apart, Kylo watched his son drop his helmet, the adult carefully unclipping his saber at the same moment. Anakin wiped his eyes with his gloved hands and unclipped his own lightsaber, holding it out his father. The man immediately spotted that, if activated, the weapon would run him through. He grabbed the weapon, waiting for the other to let go.

He didn't.

The instant Anakin had a tight grip on the lightsaber, Kylo pushed it to the side, grunting when the blade grazed his side. When he looked at his son, it was as if he was looking at a stranger, his face so twisted with anger and hatred.

"Well done." A loud voice praised, it accompanied with clapping. "Very well done, Kylo Ren." The former Knight looked up and spotted Snoke perched on his throne smirking.

"Snoke." He growled.

"I have been expecting you." He lifted his hand, "Ylox Ren, lower your weapon; it is not needed." Anakin nodded and retracted his lightsaber. "I knew you would come back to your old Master; the Dark called you back to me."

"You're mistaken." Kylo sneered, walking past his son and heading towards the throne, glaring at the Supreme Leader, "You won't convert me to the Dark. Not again. Neither are you taking my son from me."

"Your son can never be turned from the Dark Side."

"You're wrong." Kylo snapped, his anger nearly exploding in him but he tried to hold it in. He couldn't give in to it. One step too far and the Dark will devour you. The seated man began to chuckle.

"Yes." Snoke cooed, "The hate is swelling in you now. Take your weapon; use it; strike me down with it; give in to your anger." Kylo looked down at the saber, noticing his hands were shaking from fury.

"No."

"It is your destiny." His venomous words continued. "Strike me down; end my control over your child." That was the breaking point. With a yell, Kylo swung his saber to deliver a killing blow to the Supreme Leader. He was parried before he could strike by Anakin, the child panting from exertion. The man pushed him away, hearing Snoke chuckle.

"Excellent, Kylo Ren. Let the hate flow through you." His breath shuddering, Kylo's gaze turned from Snoke to his son to his saber, realizing what he was doing. What Snoke was trying to do. As he looked back towards his son, Kylo retracted his lightsaber.

"I will not fight you, Anakin." He said firmly, watching as his son slowly came towards him, his lightsaber still lit.

"Those years on Tatooine and years roaming the galaxy have clearly dulled your senses. Only an idiot would lower their defenses!" The teen swung and Kylo blocked the blow, groaning from the pain rampaging from the injury on his side. The man swung recklessly repeatedly, the child blocking each strike with the elegance of a Master. The man saw his son was slowly pushing him into a corner and jumped onto a nearby platform before he gained that advantage.

"Your thoughts betray you, Ani. I feel the doubt in you." Kylo said while staring at his son.

"There is no doubt!" Anakin threw his lightsaber, Kylo dashing away as he thought it had been intended to strike him. Instead, the lightsaber destroyed the support beams, causing the platform to collapse. Ignoring the initial shock and pain, Kylo dashed for the shadows and hid from his son.

"You cannot hide forever." Anakin warned, his lightsaber at the ready as he searched for the man.

"I will not fight you." Kylo replied, trying to silence his breath so he wouldn't hear him, "I promised your father I would get you back."

"Your promise is endearing but foolish. Perhaps if you had managed to save my 'father', you would've succeeded in keeping your promise. He failed to 'protect' me from the soldiers and now you have failed to retrieve me. Your lover died in vain and it's all your fault."

"NO!" Kylo shouted, dashing out of hiding and attempting to plunge his saber into Anakin's back. He dodged and striked back with a swing of his own weapon, sensing the overwhelming anger oozing from the elder man. Kylo had lost all sense of control, his anger and frustration making him hack and cut at Anakin, caring little if he was hurt in the process. His mad slashes forced Anakin to retreat over and over but the years of practice saved him from injury. Because of his reckless fighting, Kylo became exhausted quickly and his moves became more and more sloppy.

Anakin smirked when he noticed the man make idiotic moves and managed to par and lock his opponent's blade in place.

"This is the end for you, father." He seethed. Kylo glared back and jumped onto a nearby platform, giving him a slight advantage of height.

"No, Anakin! This is the end for you; I have the high ground!"

"You underestimate my power!"

"Don't try it!" With a yell, Anakin jumped, lifting his saber to deliver the killing blow. Kylo lifted his own, stepping to the side to dodge and parry. He swung but when Anakin landed, the teen's lightsaber turned off and he howled in pain. From the red light, Kylo gasped when he saw that Anakin's right arm had been cut off at the shoulder. The man's hands began to shake, gaping at the lightsaber in his hand, the weapon that had amputated his son's arm. Snoke chuckled in the background, it turning Kylo's attention.

"Your hate has made you powerful." He praised, rising from his throne and gliding towards the fighter, "Now, fulfill your destiny. Retake your rightful place at my side."

Kill him

His rage wanted him to do it. It wanted to be released and the teen lying on the floor, crippled and weak, was such an easy target. But staring down at him, every good memory of him began to flash in his mind. His unending smile at the knowledge that he had the Force; his excitement when he salvaged a valuable item; his sweet voice muttering 'I love you' before bedtime. Every moment attacked his rage and took it apart piece by piece, leaving behind guilt for his actions, the undying love for his son, and his determination to save him. Kylo turned to Snoke, turning off his weapon.

"Never." He tossed the saber away, "I'm never going back to the Dark." The smirk on the Supreme Leader's face disappeared.

"So be it." Snoke raised his hands towards Kylo, "If you will not be turned, you will be destroyed." Lightning spewed from the man's hands, striking Kylo. The man screamed out in pain and fell down, writhing on the floor while the lightning rampaged through every inch of his body. "You will pay the price for your insolence." He increased he intensity, smirking when the man hollered even louder in pain. Kylo could feel life being pulled from him and, with blurred vision, he looked at his son.

"Ani, please." He begged quietly before howling at the increase of pain. He couldn't see his son after that, couldn't feel him question everything he had been told the last six years, couldn't see him switch his gaze from his father to his master and back.

"Stop!" He heard Anakin yell and Kylo just barely saw his son grab his lightsaber and run Snoke through from behind. The lightning immediately stopped attacking Kylo and was now aimed at Anakin. The teen screamed but he held tight to his weapon, striking Snoke again.

"Don't. Touch. My. Son!" Kylo screamed, running to Snoke and pulling him away from Anakin and, with his remaining strength, pushed him off the bridge and into the crevice before collapsing.

Everything fell silent, Kylo only aware of his own ragged breathing and the tingling sensation of the lightning emanating in his body before it vanished. A sob was the first sound that he heard, knowing immediately who had made it.

"Anakin." He called, scrambling up to his feet, grunting from his injuries, and running to the boy. He was kneeling on the floor, his hand grabbing onto the stump while his shoulders shook, his lightsaber off and tossed to the side. Kylo pulled the boy to him and embraced him tightly.

"It hurts." The boy whimpered, leaning into the adult and burying his face into his chest. The man gently moved the child's hand off of the injury, finding that majority of it had been cauterized by the strike, only a small portion of it bleeding

"I'm so sorry." Kylo whispered. The two made eye contact, the child giving him a tiny smile.

"It's okay." He whispered, "You didn't mean to." A tear came from Kylo's eye and he leaned down to kiss his son's forehead.

"We'll get a new arm for you." He promised, carefully standing up and picking his son up bridal style. He proceeded towards the exit, overwhelmed by various emotions. He had fulfilled his promise to Hux; he had Anakin back.

"Your lightsaber." The teen muttered, trying to look around his father's chest.

"It's okay, Ani. I don't need it anymore." He nodded and relaxed. The rest of the journey was silent, the two only exchanging glances as they headed back to the ship. Kylo lay his son down in the tiny med bay and covered up his stump to stop the bleeding. Once that was done, he took a look at his own injury which only needed a tiny bit of attention.

"Where are we going now? Tatooine?" Anakin asked once he was done with his own injury. Kylo shook his head and sat down beside his bed.

"There's nothing left for us there, Ani." He explained. "Besides, there's no one there who can treat your arm."

"Then... where will we go?"

"Ge." Kylo replied, "Your father and I talked about going there; he had a friend there who would help us." He stroked Anakin's hair when he saw how sad he looked. "He wanted you to know that he loved you very much. And he wanted me to give you this." He tugged a necklace out from under his clothing and pulled it over his head. It was a simple necklace, consisting of a long black string and a single gold ring. Tears in his eyes, Anakin took it.

"That was the ring I gave to him, wasn't it?"

"Yes it was. I never took it off these six years."

"Really?" With confirmation, Anakin sniffed, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Being under the harsh command of Snoke for so long, he had nearly forgotten what it felt like to be loved. He tried to put the necklace on but had difficulty doing it so Kylo helped him. For a long time, they exchanged no words, both of them staring at the ring and remembering all the wonderful memories of their life together with Hux. "I miss him."

"Me too, Ani. Me too." The silence engulfed them once more until Kylo rose and adjusted the blankets on his bed. "Get some rest. I'll come get you when we get there. Okay?"

"Okay." The man smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Dad?" Anakin called out before he left the room. "I love you." Kylo looked back at his son, his heart soaring at the words and the realization that his son was truly back.

"I love you too."

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