Death Star II
Anakin was awake. He turned on a training droid and activated his silver double-bladed lightsaber. "Level Ten," he stated and within moments, Anakin had flawlessly completely the most advanced lightsaber techniques, and disabled the droids. He was good, magnificent. Obi-Wan had never seen such flawless lightsaber techniques from Anakin.
"I'm ready," Anakin said, deactivating the lightsaber and clipping in to the left side of his belt. To the right side the blue lightsaber hung as he put on his dark cloak. "Are you ready?"
"Yes. Luke?"
"I'm ready."
Luke headed to the headquarters of the Death Star while Anakin and Obi-Wan followed at a safe distance, cloaking their presence in the Force. They watched as Luke spoke. "I am Luke Skywalker and a member of the Rebel Alliance," Luke said with conviction. "I am here to see Darth Vader. I am all alone."
"Search him for weapons," the head trooper said.
"This is an odd weapon," another one replied as they put the Force binders on him.
"It's a lightsaber."
"Are you a Jedi?" asked another stormtrooper.
"Yes, like my father before me."
"Enough, you two carry Skywalker to Lord Vader."
"Yes, sir."
Obi-Wan and Anakin followed in the shadows.
Two clones entered a room where Lord Vader stood turning around at their presence. "This is a Rebel that surrendered to us. Although he denies it, I believe there may be more of them, and I request permission to conduct a further search of the area. He was armed only with this, milord," the Commander said handing Lord Vader the lightsaber. Vader turned to the Commander although his eyes never left Luke.
"Good work, Commander. Leave us. Conduct your search and bring his companions to me."
"Yes, milord."
"What is the purpose of this visit?" Darth Vader asked.
"I missed your charming presence," Luke said with a smile.
"The Emperor has been expecting you."
"I know...Father."
"So you have accepted the truth."
"I have accepted the truth that you were once, Anakin Skywalker, my father."
"That name no longer has any meaning to me."
"It is the name of your true self, you've only forgotten. The Emperor hasn't driven it from you fully. That is why you can't destroy me. It is why you won't bring me to your Emperor now."
Darth Vader looks at the lightsaber in his hands. "You have constructed a new lightsaber. Your skills are complete. Indeed, you are powerful as the Emperor has foreseen, but you aren't a Jedi Knight yet."
"And you ceased to be one a long time ago." Darth Vader was silent, the boy was right. When was the last time he had been a Jedi Knight. When he had been married, expecting his son. He allowed a smile to crease his face, although Luke couldn't see, couldn't know, he thought of her, of the boy's mother, of Padmé. "Come with me."
"Obi-Wan once thought as you do. You don't know the power of the dark side. I must obey my master, no matter what I wish."
"I will not turn, Father. And you'll be forced to kill me."
"I could kill you with the Force, Luke. If it's your destiny, you will die."
"Search your feelings, Father. You can't do this. I feel the conflict within you. Let go of your hate."
"I can't, Luke. It's all I have left. It's too late for me, son."
"It's never too late, Father. "
"The Emperor will show you the true nature of the Force."
"I will not turn."
"Do you have Yoda in your pocket?" Darth Vader asked.
Luke smiled, "I hardly think he will fit, Father."