DESTINY
My first attempt at a Star Wars fiction and it's a work in progress. A note of thanks to my
husband for his encouragement and his especially good input of ideas. xxx
Summary: Forget that Return of the Jedi ever happened. Luke is seduced by Vader and turns
to the darkside. To prove his allegiance, he must take Leia's life.
All characters are the property of George Lucas, I mean no harm and I make no money.
****
Luke clung to railing, fearfully inching away from his tormentor. Each movement sent a piercing
agony along his arm. Though no blood dripped from where his hand was severed, the wound
having quarterized instantly, the pain was blinding. Disbelief and shock clouded his mind. He
was never a match for his opponent, realizing his weaknesses too late. Now he found himself at
the uncertain mercy of Lord Vader, the master of darkness.
How did he come to be in this predicament? How could he have been foolish? Questions
continued to hound him. All the while, Vader offered assistance by reaching out his gloved
hand entreating him with his malicious plan.
The words rang out and deafened him. "I am your father!"
The younger man looked up, his eyes searched for truth through the tears of pain and grief.
Vader's words resounding all around him.
"I...."
"Obi Wan lied!" It was his immediate thought. Luke was drowning in a memory of words, half
truths and deceit. "Obi Wan had lied!" He could hear his own voice cry out in defiance, but it
was as if he were miles from himself, his voice only an echo in the distance. Deep within his
soul, he knew what Vader had said was the cold, unbending truth.
"...AM...."
"My whole life has been spent waiting...waiting for a chance...waiting for an answer....the truth
only a breath away but always concealed, by everyone! Why?" Luke's mind raced in anger, all
the while watching as Vader continued to extend an assisting arm. His life rushed before him.
Owen. Beru. Obi-Wan. Opportunities missed. Obedience demanded.
"Stolen from my mother, I must have been! Why else did she let me go? Was she dead? If not,
why didn't she fight for me....search for me....save me! Did she know of the barren wasteland I've
been calling my home?" Luke was weakening to Vader's plea. He wanted to struggle against his
destiny. Searching for reasons to refuse were difficult to find. Until this point, his entire life was
a lie.
"....YOUR...."
Owen always promising his entry to the Academy after the next season, then the next and then the
one following. His frustration at being unable to break free. He loved Beru, and sometimes Owen,
but he suffered guilt at the thought of leaving them to struggle on alone. His guilt always
triumphant. Beru never stood in his way, but she never assisted his departure. It was obvious now
that they both shared in the truth of his life, but remained silent. Betrayed! He was betrayed by all!
"....FATHER!"
Vader's voice boomed within the chasm. "Join me!"
Luke looked up to see the dark lord still reaching for him, offering him unquestionable power.
Beneath him was the immeasurable void. Only a slight chance of survival if he was to hurl himself
into it, and what then? His life would continue as it always had. Empty. Obi Wan was dead. His
Jedi training appeared abruptly finished and, it seemed, any victory would be a hollow one, having been
orchestrated by those weakened by the Emperor to vindicate their existance. But overshadowing
everything, was Obi Wan's betrayal. It loomed over him like a shadow of darkness, bringing with him a
sense of dispair and hatred. More crucial was this than any other event in his life. When he had at last
found hope, he was deceived again. Standing before him, for the first time in his life, was a speaker of
truth, however shocking.
He looked up at his father and accepted his hand.
****
Princess Leia sat solemly in the cockpit of the Millenium Falcon. The voices of Lando and Chewbacca
rumbled in the background, barely noticable to her. Her thoughts dwelt on her losses. Han and Luke.
Her lover had been carted away into no man's land, his discovery and salvation uncertain. She cursed
her obstinacy. Had she afforded Lando the benefit of the doubt and permitted him to speak, they
would have reached Boba Fett's docking bay with precious seconds to spare and Han would most likely
be on board the Falcon with her.
And what of Luke? Most likely dead at Vader's hand.
She could only pray that Luke heeded her warning and steered himself clear of the trap, but her heart
'knew' something sadder, something sinister had washed over him.
Right now, it appeared she would see neither Han nor Luke again. She grieved for both of them.
****
Anakin was the chosen one! He did bring balance, history shows the facts. He balanced plague against
probity. Now his son would complete the shift and the Dark Side would rule beyond millennia.
****
Luke leaned his head into his father's chest, allowing the giant to assist him in walking. The physical
pain, the realization of his destiny and the hatred that went with it, robbed him of the ability to stand alone
for the present. His exhaustion was Vader's opportunity to secure his son's resolution.
Luke felt no compunction over his decision to join with his father.
He WAS his father.
Finally, he belonged!
Throughout his entire life Luke had struggled for a sense of belonging and acceptance. He had, at last,
found it! Step by step he walked away from the Alliance, from Leia and Han, from Owen and Beru.
And from Obi-Wan.
Just as his father had done before him. Despair borne from deceit. Once again, a Skywalker had turned his
back on Obi-Wan. Once again, it seemed, Obi-Wan was powerless to combat the shift of balance in the force.
With little less than a backwards glance. Luke walked into the embrace of the Empire.
****
thanks for reading, more will follow.
My first attempt at a Star Wars fiction and it's a work in progress. A note of thanks to my
husband for his encouragement and his especially good input of ideas. xxx
Summary: Forget that Return of the Jedi ever happened. Luke is seduced by Vader and turns
to the darkside. To prove his allegiance, he must take Leia's life.
All characters are the property of George Lucas, I mean no harm and I make no money.
****
Luke clung to railing, fearfully inching away from his tormentor. Each movement sent a piercing
agony along his arm. Though no blood dripped from where his hand was severed, the wound
having quarterized instantly, the pain was blinding. Disbelief and shock clouded his mind. He
was never a match for his opponent, realizing his weaknesses too late. Now he found himself at
the uncertain mercy of Lord Vader, the master of darkness.
How did he come to be in this predicament? How could he have been foolish? Questions
continued to hound him. All the while, Vader offered assistance by reaching out his gloved
hand entreating him with his malicious plan.
The words rang out and deafened him. "I am your father!"
The younger man looked up, his eyes searched for truth through the tears of pain and grief.
Vader's words resounding all around him.
"I...."
"Obi Wan lied!" It was his immediate thought. Luke was drowning in a memory of words, half
truths and deceit. "Obi Wan had lied!" He could hear his own voice cry out in defiance, but it
was as if he were miles from himself, his voice only an echo in the distance. Deep within his
soul, he knew what Vader had said was the cold, unbending truth.
"...AM...."
"My whole life has been spent waiting...waiting for a chance...waiting for an answer....the truth
only a breath away but always concealed, by everyone! Why?" Luke's mind raced in anger, all
the while watching as Vader continued to extend an assisting arm. His life rushed before him.
Owen. Beru. Obi-Wan. Opportunities missed. Obedience demanded.
"Stolen from my mother, I must have been! Why else did she let me go? Was she dead? If not,
why didn't she fight for me....search for me....save me! Did she know of the barren wasteland I've
been calling my home?" Luke was weakening to Vader's plea. He wanted to struggle against his
destiny. Searching for reasons to refuse were difficult to find. Until this point, his entire life was
a lie.
"....YOUR...."
Owen always promising his entry to the Academy after the next season, then the next and then the
one following. His frustration at being unable to break free. He loved Beru, and sometimes Owen,
but he suffered guilt at the thought of leaving them to struggle on alone. His guilt always
triumphant. Beru never stood in his way, but she never assisted his departure. It was obvious now
that they both shared in the truth of his life, but remained silent. Betrayed! He was betrayed by all!
"....FATHER!"
Vader's voice boomed within the chasm. "Join me!"
Luke looked up to see the dark lord still reaching for him, offering him unquestionable power.
Beneath him was the immeasurable void. Only a slight chance of survival if he was to hurl himself
into it, and what then? His life would continue as it always had. Empty. Obi Wan was dead. His
Jedi training appeared abruptly finished and, it seemed, any victory would be a hollow one, having been
orchestrated by those weakened by the Emperor to vindicate their existance. But overshadowing
everything, was Obi Wan's betrayal. It loomed over him like a shadow of darkness, bringing with him a
sense of dispair and hatred. More crucial was this than any other event in his life. When he had at last
found hope, he was deceived again. Standing before him, for the first time in his life, was a speaker of
truth, however shocking.
He looked up at his father and accepted his hand.
****
Princess Leia sat solemly in the cockpit of the Millenium Falcon. The voices of Lando and Chewbacca
rumbled in the background, barely noticable to her. Her thoughts dwelt on her losses. Han and Luke.
Her lover had been carted away into no man's land, his discovery and salvation uncertain. She cursed
her obstinacy. Had she afforded Lando the benefit of the doubt and permitted him to speak, they
would have reached Boba Fett's docking bay with precious seconds to spare and Han would most likely
be on board the Falcon with her.
And what of Luke? Most likely dead at Vader's hand.
She could only pray that Luke heeded her warning and steered himself clear of the trap, but her heart
'knew' something sadder, something sinister had washed over him.
Right now, it appeared she would see neither Han nor Luke again. She grieved for both of them.
****
Anakin was the chosen one! He did bring balance, history shows the facts. He balanced plague against
probity. Now his son would complete the shift and the Dark Side would rule beyond millennia.
****
Luke leaned his head into his father's chest, allowing the giant to assist him in walking. The physical
pain, the realization of his destiny and the hatred that went with it, robbed him of the ability to stand alone
for the present. His exhaustion was Vader's opportunity to secure his son's resolution.
Luke felt no compunction over his decision to join with his father.
He WAS his father.
Finally, he belonged!
Throughout his entire life Luke had struggled for a sense of belonging and acceptance. He had, at last,
found it! Step by step he walked away from the Alliance, from Leia and Han, from Owen and Beru.
And from Obi-Wan.
Just as his father had done before him. Despair borne from deceit. Once again, a Skywalker had turned his
back on Obi-Wan. Once again, it seemed, Obi-Wan was powerless to combat the shift of balance in the force.
With little less than a backwards glance. Luke walked into the embrace of the Empire.
****
thanks for reading, more will follow.