He awoke to nothing. Nothing but pain. And even that wasn't interesting enough to him. He thought that at least he should be in agonizing pain, but no. It was just regular old pain. They could do better than that couldn't they? It was the Empire for Force sakes and they only gave him mediocre pain! He was already disappointed. He got up to look around. He was in a normal sized room, everything was grey. There were two, grey, doors. He figured one was to a bathroom and the other was to leave. His, grey, bed had, grey, sheets but he was on top of them. Luke was disappointed that they hadn't bothered to tuck him in. Not really though, for that would be creepy. He got up and went to one of the, grey, doors and opened it. Inside the, grey, room was a, grey, refresher and, grey, toilet. There was also a sonic shower.

"Either I've gone colorblind or the Empire is lamer than I thought." Luke thought out loud. He wished he hadn't, the Empire was probably monitoring him. Why did they want him again? Oh yes. His father. Why couldn't his father have been a normal criminal? He knew propaganda stories the Empire had spewed out about how Jedi were an evil bunch of sorcerers that tried to kill the Chancellor now Emperor. But he didn't believe one word of it. When he had found Obi-Wan Kenobi's hut he also found an old personal data pad of his. It mostly talked about him being a General in the Clone Wars, but a lot of it was about the Jedi, Empire and Luke. It talked about how Darth Vader betrayed the Jedi and killed Anakin, Obi-Wan's best friend. He talked about how Vader had been his 'padawan.' Which basically meant his student. He talked about how Vader fell to the Darkside, and how he murdered Anakin. He talked a lot about the Force, all of what Luke had learned had been from Obi-Wan's data pad. He talked about how the Emperor was a Sith Lord, meaning he hated Jedi. He talked about Anakin's relationship with his wife, Padme'. Luke was disappointed though on how little was written about his mother. He talked about the flaws of the Empire, why it didn't work. Over all it was a very interesting read. Luke went back into the main room to find that on the, grey, table was food. Luckily that wasn't grey.

Xxx

He knelt down on the transmitter, a blue holographic figure appeared in front of him. The figure looked old as time itself, but in truth he had only eight decades.

"What is it, Lord Vader?" The Emperor cackled.

"My Emperor, I am in orbit of the planet Tatooine. The Tantive IV is in our custody, however the plans were not found. We are conducting a search on the planet to find them." There was a brief moment of silence before the Emperor spoke.

"I trust you didn't contact me to inform me of this?" His tone was clipped.

"N- No, Milord." He stuttered. "A bounty huntress contacted us while in orbit. She… found the offspring of… Anakin Skywalker." The Emperor's eyes noticeably widened. It was a while before the man spoke.

"This is a… welcomed surprise. Though it disturbs me that I have not foreseen this. You are to bring him to the Imperial Centre. There he will be trained."

"My Emperor," Vader interrupted. "My time is occupied by the Rebellion. How can I.."

"You will not be the one to train him." Vader was about to say something before the Emperor spoke again. "Neither will I. I am to busy keeping those bloodthirsty bureaucrats in line. I have a Hand that is capable. She will train the boy for now." The Emperor's image faded as he said the words, leaving Vader to consider what would become of his child.

Xxx

"Sooo…. Bored…." Luke groaned. There was literally nothing in the room for stimulation. And thinking was getting old. Normally he didn't mind thinking, but that was all he had done for the entire day. At least he thought it had been a day. There was no way of knowing for it was space, and there wasn't a chrono in the room. He was right about the other door leading out of the room, but it was locked from the outside. He really hoped a fire wouldn't randomly start. He was lying on the bed staring at the, grey, ceiling. Every now and then he would doze off and would wake up with some food on the, grey, table. The food was tasteless, but for that reason it didn't taste good. Luke sighed. Would it have killed the Empire to have just killed him right then? He was probably going to die anyways, what was wrong with now? Luke looked around the room.

"Blast." He said aloud. He couldn't see anything sharp enough to kill himself with. Maybe maim, but not kill. He didn't think he'd be able to kill himself anyways. It was then he noticed an air duct, right above the table. Why didn't he see it before? He glanced around the room as if he was worried someone else was in there. Maybe if he got caught they would torture him and kill him. That would be better than serving the Emperor. He shuddered at the thought. He got off the bed and made his way to the table. He climbed up and examined the duct. It was square and had four screws at each corner. He put his nail into the horizontal slit of the screw and tried to turn it. He was unsuccessful, and he hurt his index finger. After shaking the pain off he decided to use a more indirect approach. He closed his eyes and pictured the duct and the screw in his head. He pictured all the screws twisting out of their holes, as he did so he heard a metallic scraping sound. He knew it was working. He opened his eyes to see all four screws hanging halfway out. He proceeded to twist them the out the rest of the way and took the vent and set it on the table as quiet as he could. He felt very cautious, which he found strange as this wasn't the first time he had done something like this. He put his hands at the edge and was just about to pull himself up when the door out opened.

"And where do you think you're going?" A deep voice spoke. Luke turned around to see the most feared person in the galaxy. Of course he had to feel like a smart-aleck at that moment.

"Just goin' for a little stroll around the venting system. Want to join me?" He beamed at the dark figure.

"Do you enjoy pain?" Vader asked. Luke hoped he would be able to get the man to kill him.

"Why yes, actually. Very much so." He started to pull himself up into the vent when he was thrown across the room and slammed in to the wall with a big 'thud.' The pain wasn't terrible, but it didn't feel nice. His earlier feelings of disappointment rose. Vader had done that with the Force…

"Do you want me to kill you?" He asked.

"Yeah actually, kinda." Luke shrugged as he fell to the floor. "You might as well finish the job you started with my father." The Sith looked at him for a bit. At least Luke assumed he was looking at him. He had no real way of knowing with that mask of his.

"You think I killed your father?" He asked. Luke looked up and down at him for a second.

"Yeah… Are you going to try to say you didn't? So I can, oh, forgive the Empire? My father was a Jedi. You led the massacre that killed them all." Vader was quick to reply.

"It's true I led the Jedi Purge." Luke flinched at the word 'purge.' "How ever I did not kill your father."

Luke expected Vader to say that to him, but, for some reason, he didn't think he was lying.

"You will be escorted to the Imperial Centre, you are strong in the Force an-" Luke cut him off.

"I know that, genius." Luke felt his throat start to constrict, but it stopped. Vader turned around and stormed out of the room with his cape swirling around him.

"Capes are tacky." Luke mumbled after the door closed.