I'm SO sorry for not updating this sooner, but real life interfered. Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews! They are what made me decide to finally update this. I feel a little bit off with this chapter because I have been away from the story for a while. I also hope I am keeping them relatively in character. I feel like a very pathetic writer, but as long as people are enjoying this I'll try to keep writing. I do like writing, but it never comes out as good as I would like it too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, sadly.

NOTE: As always, thoughts are in Italics. Mind speaking is in Italics and quotes.

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Chapter 4

Luke's POV

Luke quickened his pace so that he was walking beside Darth Vader. Walking behind him had felt like he was Vader's slave or worse his apprentice. Vader allowed this and the silence of space surrounded them as they made their way down the long corridors. When Luke thought of his earlier conversation with Vader he was ashamed of how childish and farm boyish he had sounded.

He must have been lying about Yoda, but how did he know about my training. He is not my father! Vader is obviously trying to manipulate me, but it will not work. I am a Jedi like my father before me… then why does it feel so right when I think of Vader as my father. What is wrong with me! Calm, I need to stay calm. An opportunity to escape will present itself.

"Son, we are about to enter the bridge. Stay behind me and remain quiet," Darth Vader commanded. Luke wanted to protest, but decided he might find out something interesting and kept silent. He tugged at the black outfit he had been given, which fit better than he was used to. The doors slid open and Luke followed Vader inside.

It's huge! I never thought there would be so many people in here! As soon as they had entered all of the motion had ceased and there were many intakes of breath. Darth Vader strode up to what looked like one of the higher ranking officials.

"Admiral Piett, what is status?"

"We have just exited hyperspace and the fleet is awaiting your command Lord Vader," was the man's quick reply. He seemed just as nervous as all the other occupants of the bridge, but he looked like he knew what he was doing. In fact, everyone seemed so focused on Vader that they had hardly given Luke a glance.

"Tell them they are to go to the death star and await my further instructions," Darth Vader commanded. So it is true! They are building another death star!

"Am I to tell them how long they are going to wait?" Admiral Piett nervously questioned.

"No. They know better than to question my orders," Vader stated impatiently.

"Yes sir." Piett turned immediately to follow the Dark Lord's instructions.

The alliance doesn't function that smoothly. And even Mon Mothma doesn't have as much power as Vader. Luke could not help but be impressed by Vader's efficiency, power of command, and mere presence on the bridge. He is a born leader… What am I thinking! I need to get out of here! I am getting delusional! Thankfully Vader chose that moment to leave. Luke scrambled behind him. There was silence again as they went back to their chambers. Vader unlocked the door somehow, and they both entered the room.

Luke found that his couch could fold out into a bed and there was a unit on the wall to order food from. This is pretty comfortable situation for a prisoner to be in. If only Vader's chambers weren't attached to here it wouldn't be so bad.

"You will eat something and then go to bed. We will begin your training in the morning," Darth Vader stated and then turned to leave. Eat and then go to bed. Isn't that what parents normally ordered their children to do. "That is it!" I can't take this anymore.

"No! I'm not eating! I'm not going to bed! I never agreed to let you train me! And you are not my father!" Luke yelled reaching for his lightsaber only to remember he did not have it. He realized for the first time that he felt lost without it. Darth Vader quickly turned back around and walked to stand directly in front of Luke.

"What was that?" Vader questioned in a low dangerous voice. Luke was forced to look up into Vader's dark mask.

"I believe you heard me," Luke said boldly as he clenched his fists, "I have had enough of you treating me like a slave." The room seemed to chill as the two force users faced off. There was silence for a few second, which seemed to last for a long time to Luke. Perhaps I shouldn't have said that last part.

"You think I have been treating you like a slave?" Vader questioned calmly. Too calmly.

"Did your Aunt and Uncle never tell you to do something? As your father, I have more rights than they did. As to your claim that I am not your father, we both know that you know the truth," Vader stated.

"Even if you were my father, you were never around when I needed you," Luke accused bitterly.

"That was Obi-Wan's fault. If I had known you existed, I would have sought you out. You are important to me Luke," Vader said as he rested a hand on Luke's shoulder. Luke could feel his resolve breaking again. He pulled away from Vader and sat down on his bed. Closing his eyes tightly, he willed Vader to leave. It seemed to work for he could hear Vader's footsteps retreating. Finally, he's gone. As the doors to Vader's chambers closed, he heard a whisper in his mind.

"Tomorrow we start your training my son."

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Well, this chapter was a little rushed. There are probably spelling/grammar errors, but I thought I better get this chapter out before my reviewers decided to kill me...-nervous laughter-. Next chapter we will see if the training starts hmmm….