AN: I really don't know how to start these author's notes anymore. I've used just about every variation of "Hi" that's out there (without changing languages). No one has discovered my Easter Eggs yet, so I'll keep the bounty up.

Sallee: They're just the greatest duo aren't they. Anakin's post-dark-side awkwardness mixes really well with Luke's unconditional love (and childishness). I'm glad you like it!

Nataly SkyPot: Gracias!

I hope you enjoy today's chapter!

(Luke POV)

I could almost hear the suspenseful music playing in my head. Trying to get the 'Duel of Fates' out of my head, I entered the chaotic mind of Anakin Skywalker. Anxiety, fear, anticipation, and excitement were dominating his presence, along with the everlasting feelings of guilt, regret, and pain. Take away the depressing stuff, I felt the same way. If all went well my childhood dream of working side-by-side with my father would come true. If all went wrong, which it wouldn't (I hoped), then we were all dead meat (and metal in some cases).

As the door to the planning room whooshed open, everyone stared at our merry little group of misfits. Anakin quickly pulled down his hood so I could barely even see his mouth. I wished that I had a hood, the stares of the other rebels were making me uncomfortable.

There was an empty bench with a sign that said "Reserved for Skywalker & Co." For the record, the name was not my idea. Anakin saw the sign and mentally messaged me, *You've got your own paparazzi son. Soon enough you'll have a fan girl club, a posse, and your own foundation.*

*Stop it Dad! You're embarrassing me!*

*In front of who. No one can hear us you know.* a boyish smirk formed on his lips.

*Shut up.*

That only added gasoline to his fire, but he expressed it with facial expressions. Mon Mothma started the meeting, "As you all know, we are here today to discuss the attack on the second Death Star. But first, we have a Clone Wars veteran joining us."

(Anakin POV)

Oh stang I'm up. Luke gave me a look that said 'good luck'. I tried smiling back, hoping the scars didn't twist it into some unrecognizable mess. The mini me- no, calling him a mini me would be offensive, the mini version of younger me (that's better) smiled back. I stood in front of the room and began, "Hello. You probably have no clue who I am. That's understandable, there was a time when I didn't know who I was either. As for the life support, even Anakin Skywalker can't come out of a freak accident perfectly fine. I'm living proof of that." There were several gasps of realization and I continued, "Yes ladies and gentlemen, you are standing in a room with the Hero With No Fear himself. I got in a freak accident, which believe me you DO NOT want me to describe, the day the Empire was formed. The Emperor found me and decided," I cleared my throat and began to imitate the old corpse," 'You know what? Lets not kill him, lets TOTURE HIM BRUTALLY instead!" I went back to talking normally, "So he kept me prisoner, and wanted to stuff me in a Vader style suit, luckily Vader himself insisted it would be creepy. Despite everything, I am THANKFUL for him doing that. Apparently we'd gotten in similar fire related incidents. I'd been stuck for two decades or so and then Vader found out about Luke, who I thought had died with his mother. I heard him screaming "WHAT?!" outside the door. Just yesterday, Luke snuck in and broke me out, which was cool. On the way out I grabbed some Imperial plans, which then brings us to the battle…"

(Luke POV)

By the end of the metaphorically true backstory, my father looked like he was going to pass out. But he didn't, he stood completely straight and presented his military strategy. Wedge Antilles, a friend of mine in the Rouge Squadron, sat down next to me and said, "How do you feel about all of this Luke? Finding a long lost parent who thought you were dead and all."

"It's like my whole life is finally coming together, and I like it like that. We have more than two entire decades to make up for, and once the wars over I'll probably be stuck in the med wing waiting for someone else's surgery to be completed."

"Good luck with that Luke, patience isn't one of your strong points."

"I learned the hard way where I get it from."

"Ha! Well I'll see you later Luke."

Wedge walked off to do who knows what and I sat half-listening to the meeting, managing to hear "Gold blow kill panda teeth teddy bear grenade." I think I heard something wrong.

The strategizing was finished and I asked my father, "So what will you and I be doing in this whole mess?"

He put an arm around me and said, "Son, we will be making a salad. Our dominate ingredient will be chopped onions."

AN: You go chop those onions Chef Skyguy! And you go post reviews readers!