[[Side Note: My version of Darth Vader is not the same as the Darth in the movies or books. His head was not burned just his lower body and his legs and arm were chopped. SoO he looks like a hOT dad yknow. He still looks like Hayden Christensen right now ok]]
The boy woke up to the crisp cool air of outer space filling his lungs. He was in an odd room tiled with black and in a bed much to large for a child. There was a colossal contraption placed in one corner of the room and a bulky desk placed on the other. He sunk back under the black sheets hoping the terrors that he remembered was nothing but another one of his silly nightmares. Although, deep down he knew the truth and his heart sank at the facts.
One of the walls of the room was completely glass and he could see the unnerving black sea of stars slowly but surely pass by as the vast ship moved. He stared at them for quite some time, getting lost in the feeling. This was his dream, to go into outer space, but not like this...if only he had a ship of his own. A sudden hissing of the sliding door behind him made him jump from the bed and onto the floor.
Chills ran down his spine and his body shivered, he knew this feeling that swelled up in his chest. He knew that this must be the one who slaughtered his family, for he recognized the slow clouded breathing that came from it's odd mask. He clenched his fists in anger but a punch would do near nothing compared to his blazing red sword.
The door slid closed behind the tall dark figure who seemed to be a little shaken himself.
"Luke..." his voice almost sounded sad through that mask.
"That is your name is it not?" Vader said, now standing in the middle of the room.
Luke furrowed his brows, "yes...what's it to you?"
A deep chuckle came from the stiff man's throat. "then it is true..you are my son."
Luke's eyes widened a little bit at this statement, "what are you saying?-you killed my family! There's no way-"
Darth snapped at the boy, "They were not your family Luke...they took you away from me when you were born and it wasn't till now that I learned of your existence and found you."
Luke shook his head in denial of what his ears were receiving. He shut his eyes that were now burning with tears. He imagined his father appearing much more human, so naturally he wanted to see if he might be hiding it under that mask.. "I-If what you say is true then prove it! Take off that thing on your face!"
A deep sigh came from Darth Vader and he began to explain, "I cannot breathe without it. The only time I can take it off is in that chamber over there...the air pressure inside is very high and you would pass out before you could even get a glimpse-" He gestured to the machine.
Luke looked up at him then walked over to the chamber with his arms crossed, "I can hold my breath dummy."
The boy was a brat, that was certain. A few breathes of oxygen later, Vader opened the chamber and the boy followed him in, taking a deep breathe before hand. The two stood facing each other in the white very well lit room. Vader lifted the helmet slowly revealing his palish jawline. His skin had obviously not seen sun for quite some time. Long-ish curly brown locks fell from the helmet as he carefully moved it to his side. He took in a deep breath of the air and a small smile curled across his lips. It almost seemed forced but if his son seeing him smile won him over...it was worth it. His blue eyes fluttered at Luke's and at that moment Luke knew he was telling the truth. Luke's eye's began to fill with tears as he desperately tried not to breathe. Darth quickly put the mask back on and opened the chamber again. Luke leaped out and en-hailed deeply, slouched over as his small hands grabbed his bent knee caps. He stood up after he had collected himself and looked up at the tall man that he would now call father.
"Wha...What you said was really true...about everything?" the boy said breathlessly.
There was a silence and then after what seemed like the longest moments of his life he said, "Yes, my son."
Luke looked down at his feet and then back up at him and before Vader knew it a small warm body was pressed against his torso holding onto him as his pathetic tears fell onto the black floor. Vader couldn't fight this feeling of love and sadness that entered his hear. This was his son. He bent down on one knee and held him putting his large gloved hand in his hair.
"I'm so sorry Luke..."