AN: Hi again, thank you all who are following this story. But, there were no reviews, which was disappointing. Now I'm really getting into the juicy stuff, so the chapters will hopefully be longer. Enjoy!
Destiny.
A word that once kept me up at night wondering what it was. Now I know what my destiny is. To be with those I loved. I looked at the four other people in the room with me. They were my destiny.
Leia was the one who dragged me into this whole mess. But over the years I'd grown to love the mess. Now I can't imagine where we'd all be without it. Han and Chewie picked me up with no clue what they were in for, and now we're winning a war. And then the last person, who's shoulder armor was currently serving as a place for my head. I'd dreamed of meeting my father ever since I understood what a father was. Back then I pictured him as some perfect guardian angel. But when we finally met, it wasn't like that at all. He'd been alone and hating himself for two decades, and he had his dose of flaws. But in my eyes that made him more perfect. I'd be his guardian angel and he'd be mine.
That's how it was supposed to be.
We all were trying to figure out how to convince the Rebellion Anakin really had rebelled. We also needed to make sure no one tried to kill him. The ex-Sith in question immediately suggested using the medical report to gain sympathy, to which Leia immediately responded, "No one should have to read that document."
"No one should have to live the descriptions either but here I am, unable to breathe on my own and fainting like a sissy at my own reflection," Anakin retorted.
"Once we handle this problem I'm sure the medics can at least fix your lungs," I said assuringly, taking my head of his shoulder and letting his rest on mine. It wasn't comfortable because of the helmet but I felt it helped the person donning the helmet feel more like a human being. He sent gratitude for the simple gesture through the force.
"If you're going for sympathy, tell them whatever tragic backstory you have, and then top it with 27 reasons you want the Empire to go down," Han suggested.
"The 27 reasons I can do, but the backstory I can't. It's too personal and I'd probably break down right there. That wouldn't exactly look good," Anakin responded.
Artoo whistled in agreement.
Chewie growled and Han responded, "That's not a bad idea Chewie. He said that you shouldn't spill out your whole past, just the parts that explain why you became this," Han gestured to the suit, "don't reveal all the personal details. Just give them the basic idea, and if you still break down that will prove you're so upset about it you're revealing weakness right there. Chewie also said that it's not weakness, it's humanity."
I sensed my father smiling as he said, "Thanks Chewie. That means a lot to me."
In a move I didn't expect, the tallest person (of Wookie) I know hugged the second tallest (who was that tall for unnatural reasons) person.
Surprise and happiness filled the room as one by one we all joined in an awkward but genuine group hug. Even Artoo wedged himself in there.
"Be careful you don't hit my control panel, one of these buttons can probably end my life instantly," my father said cautiously. He then looked at the blue done to his right and said, "Why did I say that in front of Artoo! The last thing I need is to be killed by his curiosity! My circuitry isn't a toy! Chewie will you be my body guard?"
The rest of us burst into laughter while Anakin crossed his arms over his armored chest like a kid who's mom wouldn't let him have a lollipop. "It's not funny! My insecurities aren't a laughing matter! How would you feel in my position?"
I felt bad for finding it funny, but it was. "I'm sorry father but it is pretty funny. The all feared Darth Vader scared out of his wits by an astromech droid," I replied, "I don't know how I'd feel in your shoes because this has never happened to anyone. Ever."
He let out the weird sighing sound again and then said, "Let's go with Chewie's plan. Spending anymore time in a small room with you four will drive me crazy."
"Driving people crazy is what we do best milord," Han commented.
My father visibly froze before saying, "DON'T call me that Captain Solo. I'm already having trouble staying sane as it is."
"Can we just get this over with and hope it doesn't go terribly wrong?" Leia asked impatiently.
I nodded.
Leia turned on her com link and said, "This is Princess Leia, we have a defecting high ranked Imperial. They posses vital information that will most definitely be useful in the upcoming attack on the second Death Star."
The man at the communication station emotionlessly asked, "Who is the rebelling Imperial you speak of."
I felt like I was going to pass out for three weeks as Leia said, "We have their Second in Command sir."
AN: Evil cliffhanger! Don't force choke me! Sometimes cliffhangers are the best endings. Suggestions? Comments? Things you'd like to see? Advice? That's why we have the review box!