AN: I have seven chapters and this story hasn't even been up for a week. As Darth Vader would say, "Most impressive". Still very little reviews :-( ! Come on guys "you're breaking my heart! You're going down a path I can't follow!".
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"I must've heard you wrong cause I thought I heard you say DARTH VADER defected. But that can't be true so could you repeat," the man answered.
"It's true all right," Leia responded, still keeping her cool while the rest of us silently freaked out, "the Empire was created as the result of one person being lied to. It truly formed when that one person had their arms and legs cut of by their best friend, who then left them to die in a lava river."
Part of me wished I could see the man's facial expression as he said the next question, "And how do you know this?"
"What do you think the suit is for? Commander Skywalker used his Jedi powers to sense he was telling the truth. And we had a medical scan done. I've never read a more disturbing report in my life."
"Why are you of all people defending him? Didn't he torture you on the first Death Star?"
"Nope, he just told me to act like he did. When I asked why he said it was personal and none of my buissiness."
The man went into a stunned silence, "I'm not prepared to deal with this, I'll put Mon Mothma on the other end."
"Ok," Leia responded and she cut the transmission. She let out a deep breath and said, "We're gonna need Artoo to do something crazy as a diversion again to get rid of the tense mood."
"It better not involve me or I'll scream," Anakin responded.
Leia laughed, "Don't worry. Your wiring isn't the only one Artoo likes to play with."
Han's face lit up as he darkly said, "Threepio."
Artoo whistled and went to retrieve his partner. A few minutes later he came back with 3PO.
"Artoo what is so important you had to bring me here?" Threepio asked.
The protocol droid noticed me and said, "Master Luke! Oh thank the maker your all right."
My father cracked up when he said 'Thank the maker', it sounded really weird because of the voice modifier. "Uh, Anakin, you okay?" Han asked, "You're kinda making a weird noise."
The ex-Sith pulled himself together and said, "I was laughing dummy, the mask just messes everything up. I'm laughing because I AM Threepio's maker, so he's thanking ME."
"WHAT?!" Han exclaimed, "YOU built the little torture device!"
More distorted laughter, "Yeah! I was seven when I built him to help my mother. I lost sight of him when I got into the 'monochromatic look'."
Leia's com link beeped, she signaled us all to shut up, and then answered, "This is Princess Leia here, how can I help you."
Mon Mothma answered, "Someone ran up to me saying Darth Vader defected. Is this true or was he going mad?"
"It's true."
"I want you, Skywalker, and Vader in the High Council room. Make sure nobody notices Vader, we don't want to create panic."
"Yes ma'am, I will see you shortly." Leia said and cut the transmission.
That was the easy part. Now we had to get a guy who's two meters tall, wears a bulky suit (which is now partially pink), and has a breathing problem to the other side of the base unnoticed. Great. Because that'll just be so easy.
"I've smuggled tons of big loads before," Han said, "smuggling a dark lord shouldn't be so hard."
"What're you gonna do, stuff me in a box?" Anakin asked sarcastically.
"That's actually a great idea! If anyone asks what we're we can say we're delivering supplies!" Han exclaimed.
My father muttered some very strong Huttese curse words as we all lifted him into a supplies crate and turned the hover function on. I pushed the crate as Leia led the way to the council room. It was a nerve racking trip, the fate of the whole galaxy depended on how this meeting went. No pressure.
We entered the room and all eyes were immediately drawn to the box. "I presume this was General Solo's idea," Admiral Ackbar said.
"Actually," I said, "the 'content' of the box suggested it sarcastically. General Solo said it was a good idea, and here we are."
"Could you get him, I don't know out of the box?"
"Oh, right," I replied feeling stupid.
I used the force only to hear a loud, "Ow! Luke you need to take the lid off the crate before you lift me out! There's a giant dent in my helmet now."
I could hear some people trying to hold back their laughter, failing miserably. I took off the lid to the box and pulled the older Skywalker out. He stared at me, looking like he was about to start lecturing me. But then, he did something with his head-thingy and burst into normal sounding laughter. I think he turned the voice modifier off. Soon everyone else joined in and it sounded more like a comedy club than a meeting.
After we all settled down and my father turned his voice thing back on, General Rienakan asked, "What's with the pink?"
"Me learning the lesson to never let R2-D2 in a room with fireworks and pink paint," Anakin responded, "So back to business. You probably heard I asked to join the Rebellion, and you probably don't believe my intentions are good. For twenty two years I lived under the impression that I'd killed my pregnant wife in a blind rage. The Emperor told me that right after a surgery I'd rather not describe. But then, I hear about someone with the same last name as me twenty two years later. I don't exactly have the most common of names. By the way Darth Vader isn't my real name, just making sure you knew. I met this person, did a DNA test, an confirmed that the last two decades were a lie. My newfound son got me to defect and here I am."
There was a heavy silence as they all took in the shortened version of the story. "Who is your son?" one person finally asked.
At that question my shoes suddenly became the most interesting things in the room.
"Think about it," Mon Mothma said, "who in the rebellion is around 23, can use the force, and has an unusual last name."
All eyes were immediately drawn to me, every pair like lightsabers burning into my soul.
"Can you all quit staring at me? It's almost as uncomfortable as the suit of death," I said.
"I've never heard a more accurate description of this thing," my father commented.
"Except the medical report," Leia muttered.
"Now that we're done with personal reasons, lets talk military reasons. The Imperials will take a big blow without their Supreme Commander to lead them, and he knows exactly what the Emperor has in for us." Mon Mothma began.
"Palpatine is planning to put all the best Imperial troops by the shield generator, so we'll need more allies to infiltrate it. The second Death Star, while not completed, is almost fully operational," my father said.
They continued to talk in military terms I didn't understand. What I did understand was the many ways my father referred to his ex-boss. Sadistic onion, walking corpse, etc.
"What about the panic it'll create," Leia said, "shouldn't we get him out of this death trap before we do anything else?"
"Leia's right," I said, "if he can't breathe on his own he doesn't stand a chance against the old coot."
Everyone creepily nodded in synch. Mothma pushed a button then two medics came in with a stretcher. "You heard the conversation, tell no one of it. Just fix him." she commanded.
They did as told, and Leia and I simply followed them towards my father's re-humanization.
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