Father, Daughter, Son

By, Mara Jade_88

Ok, for all the Legal junk. All of these Characters except No. TK528, the 
officials, and the medic belong to THE GREAT GEORGE LUCAS and all of his authors 
and people. I would like to thank an author on Fan Fiction.com by the alias of 
x_los for giving me the idea to have an ESB AE through his/her story, A Darker 
Destiny. Also thanxs to my parents for reading this and my bro too! Ummmmmmm, 
let's see. Oh yeah. I am making absolutly NO money off this story and I never 
will. But, umm if you are gonna post it on another site, please contact me, just 
so I know where things are goin, k??? THANX. PLEASE don't flame me!

An Alternate Ending for ESB, in which Artoo doesn't fix the hyperdrive (at the 
end) and Luke, Leia and Co. are captured. Vader discovers their lineage (well, 
Leia's at least) and the Skywalker family grows in their relationship. This is 
my first attempt at fan fiction, so please be gentle.


PART ONE: DISCOVERIES


Chapter One: The End of the Beginning


Vader watched in silence as his crew prepared the tractor beam; the tractor beam 
that would bring his son to him. He didn't care about the others, the wookie, 
Calrissian, or those pitiful excuses for droids. No. He was interested only in 
his son. Luke and the Princess. There was something odd about her. Very, very 
odd. Not only did she resist his Force initialized mind probes, but she had 
barriers, STRONG barriers. 

Luke lay on a bunk in the Falcon cradling his injured arm, contemplating the 
day. Vader, his FATHER????? How could it be?? Ben lied to him. Yet, somehow, he 
knew that it had to be true. Somewhere deep down inside of him, knew that Vader 
was Aniken Skywalker. But WHY? Why did HE of all people have to be the son of 
one of the most evil beings in the Galaxy??? WHY?

Vader reached out to his son, through the force. "Luke," he called through the 
force. "Luke. . ."

"Father," Luke called. "Son," was the firm reply. "Ben. . .Why didn't you tell 
me, Ben?" Luke muttered.

A few minutes later in the cockpit, Leia and Lando were fretting over the ships 
controls; trying to avoid certain death at the hands of, what seemed to them, 
trigger happy imps. Luke staggered through the door, tired of being away from 
the action. "Luke??" cried Leia upon seeing Luke standing in the doorway. He was 
still in denial. "Ben? Why didn't you tell me??" He muttered again. 

Vader seemed to sense Luke's despair above the Falcon. "Luke," he whispered 
through the force, "Luke, it is your DESTINY" he insisted. He watched the Falcon 
attempt to avoid the imps, who were slowly winning. 

All of a sudden, the Falcon stopped with a jolt. "Sith lords, we're goners," 
thought Leia Organa, wanting to cry. The ship was slowly being pulled backwards 
now, into the jaws of the hungry Star Destroyer. She was overcome with dread of 
what Vader and his Emperor might do to her. She thought back on her torture a 
few years prior. She shuddered involuntarily, silently praying that she would be 
granted a quick death. She feared the most, however, for Luke. For one, he 
looked horrible. She saw the souvenirs of his fight with Vader, not more than a 
few hours before, and wondered just what Vader had done to him. Luke looked, to 
her at least, like he had given up all hope. She had seen that expression 
before, and then she never saw the person again. She wanted to scream, or cry, 
or strangle someone. She was helpless. And she knew it.

Lando had never felt so horrible in his life. He wished that only his life was 
in danger. He wished he had never brought the Princess into all of this. He 
hated himself. And now, he was pretty sure that he was gonna die. He would've 
felt better if he could at least get it over with, but here he was, being slowly 
pulled into DARTH VADER'S Star Destroyer. Life was cruel.

CHAPTER TWO: THE BOARDING PARTY

Vader was as happy as he had ever been in his life as Lord Vader. His son was 
hidden now only by the piece of junk that the Corellian held so dear. He would 
have to incinerate it later. Now, he was looking forward to the boarding party. 

Leia, Lando, and Chewie were arming themselves, planning to take down as many 
imps as they possibly could before being taken down themselves. Luke just sat in 
the cockpit, muttering to himself and staring off into space. Lando handed Leia 
a blaster, while keeping one for himself. Chewie was ready for action, poised at 
the boarding ramp armed with his bowcaster. No one spoke. There was no need to. 
They knew that they would probably never see each other alive again. There was 
no need for words. Every one would be sorry to see the other go (all with the 
exception of Chewie, as he was still angry at Lando for his treachery.) 

Vader was giving orders to the stormtroopers even as Leia and Co. were arming 
themselves. "You shall harm no one. Use stun only," he ordered. "If the youth, 
Skywalker is injured, no one shall ever forget my wrath." Vader was very, very 
good at frightening his troops into action. Not one of those Rebels would be 
injured. He was sure of that.

4 squads of stormtroopers, each made up of a leader and 14 troopers, were soon 
assembled before the Falcon. Upon Vader's signal, the Imps began to blast down 
the boarding ramp with their heavy blast rifles and ion cannons. As soon as the 
door was blasted open, there were wookie yells and blaster bolts all over the 
place. The Imps were surprised to find such resistance. Then, when the Squad C 
troopers had finally taken down the wookie, they sent Squad A to search the 
cargo hold. That is when 3 of their 15 met their fate at the hands of a certain 
Baron Administrator. 5 men in all is what Squad A lost after taking down Lando. 
Squad B fared much better however. They went to search the bunks and living 
room, which is where they found a certain pair of droids. No. TK258 (Davin 
Felth's bro) perked up and exclaimed "Look, sir! Droids!" He was the only one to 
get zapped by Artoo. They were unsure of what to do, so they used the stun 
blasts . 30 seconds later, Threepio lay at their feet and Artoo was perfectly 
still.
Squad C was pretty much demolished, after their nice little skirmish with 
Chewie. There was no Squad C, in fact. 5 of their fifteen survived the wookie's 
fierce attack, so those five left the Falcon to report to Vader.
Squad D was having a bit of trouble. They knew that there were two people still 
left untaken. Little did they know that they would be the troop to find those 
two missing youths. They had explored everywhere except the cockpit. They went 
there next. Before they knew what was happening, 4 of their comrade's helmets 
grew nice little precise holes. The leader just stared as his troopers fell to 
the ground. "GET HIM!" The leader screamed, not knowing that the rebel they were 
facing was the beautiful Princess Leia Organa. 2 more troopers went down with 
deadly accuracy before the troopers actually began shooting. They began shooting 
stun bolts like crazy. After three more stormtroopers were down and the laser 
fire had died down, they began to explore, and found the princess lying not 
three meters in front of them. The remaining 6 troopers stared at her, 
dumbfounded. She was out cold, after being hit by close to 5 stun bolts. They 
noticed that she was in front of the door leading to the cockpit. They blasted 
down the door to find a blue eyed youth staring at them. He looked at their 
weapons with haunted eyes, then went down, felled by a stun bolt.

CHAPTER THREE: PRESENTING THE DARK LORD OF THE SITH

Meanwhile, Lord Vader watched the wookie being carried out by his stormtroopers. 
"Put him in a maximum security holding cell." He ordered without even looking at 
the troopers of Squad C. "Yes, Lord Vader," was the monotone reply. 5 minutes 
later, the 10 remaining troopers of Squad A emerged, half carrying, half 
dragging a knocked out Lando. They stopped in front of Vader, waiting for 
orders. "Take him to a . . .medium security cell on the same level as the 
Wookie." He ordered. 
Not even 5 minutes later, the complete Squad C emerged awkwardly trying to roll 
and carry Threepio and Artoo. "What (pant) shall we do (pant, pant) with these 
droids? (pant, pant, pant)" Asked the leader of Squad C (No. TK528). "Put them 
together in an absolutely minimal security holding cell." Vader ordered. "Yes 
(pant, pant) Lord Vader." No. TK258 panted out. Vader did not turn to watch the 
troopers of Squad C stagger off with the droids. 
He had his eyes fixed on the boarding ramp. He waited. And he waited. And he 
waited. After an eternity of waiting (30 minutes), he heard the sounds of 
stormtroopers clanking feet on the floor of the Falcon. The leader of Squad D 
emerged. Behind him marched 2 more troopers. Behind them, a stormtrooper was 
very carefully carrying the princess. Vader held his breath, if that were 
possible. Behind the trooper with the princess, came two troopers, trying to 
carry and blond-haired youth. Luke Skywalker.
"Put the princess in a maximum security holding cell with Skywalker in a maximum 
security cell next to hers," he commanded at last. "If they are unharmed. . . 
the six of you shall be promoted." He added. He just stood there, as the 
troopers left with his son, his only son. He finally had him. His son.

Vader eventually left the Falcon. He headed for his private quarters, as this 
was his flagship. Once at his quarters, he brought up the officials who ran the 
medical station/hospital. "Yes, Lord Vader, you wished to speak with us?" They 
asked. "I want a blood test on Skywalker's blood, as well as Organa's," he 
stated. "I want gene tests on both of them, as quickly as possible," he 
continued. "Yes, of course, Lord Vader," the head official replied quickly. 
"We'll have them by tomorrow morning for sure." The official stated before being 
dismissed by Vader.

CHAPTER FOUR: WAKING THOUGHTS

Chewie woke first among the prisoners. He was slightly proud of the fact that he 
seemed to be in a maximum security cell. Then again, he was a wookie, a very 
strong wookie. He was also surprised to be alive. He knew for a fact that he 
didn't hold any of the rebellion's secrets, so why was he still alive? Since he 
was of no value, he should've been dead. This was all very confusing for Chewie. 


Lando awoke with a pounding headache. He suspected that he had fallen on his 
head when the troopers finally got him. He was sure that he would die a nice 
slow death at Vader's hand for his double-crossing. He hoped that the princess 
was alright. And the kid too.

Artoo began beeping and whistling, trying to wake Threepio. "Oh, be quiet, you 
near sighted scrap pile!" Threepio cried as he too came to 'consciousness.' 
"Wait, why were we left on?" Threepio asked Artoo. "Very odd, very odd indeed," 
mused Threepio. "Oh, I do hope that Master Luke, and Mistress Leia are all 
right. Oh, poor Chewbacca!"

Leia dreamed that she was in an Imperial holding cell. A maximum security one. 
She was only dreaming, wasn't she? She suddenly sat up, feeling very sluggish. 
Sith lords, it was no dream. She suddenly remembered everything: the tractor 
beam, Luke's despair, the boarding party. She was wondering just how many 
troopers she was able to take down. She was not looking forward to the day. She 
only hoped she wouldn't divulge any rebel secrets. She didn't have to worry 
about Chewie, or Lando, as she hadn't know him (Lando) long enough to have him 
know any secrets. Artoo was probably pretty close to un crack-able, Threepio 
wouldn't know anything. But what about Luke. She hoped he would be alright. By 
now, she had a headache and felt like Chewie was pounding nails into her skull. 
She only hoped everyone was all right.

Luke was awake. Every sound he heard was the footfall of Vader's feet, or his 
mechanical breathing. Luke Skywalker was afraid. Very afraid. He was so scared 
that he would fall to the Dark Side without Yoda or Obi-Wan to guide him. But, 
Obi-Wan had LIED to him. Even now he heard footfalls coming towards him. Surely 
it was. . . his FATHER coming to him. The door hissed open, but instead of 
Vader, stood a person who looked like a doctor and a whole squad of Imperial 
guards. "Hello, I've been told that your name is Skywalker," said the doctor, as 
the door hisses shut behind him. "Yeah," replied Luke, feeling utterly defeated. 
"I just need a blood sample is all," insisted the doctor, sounding concerned. 
Luke held out his arm, the arm without the hand. He heard the doctor gasp, then 
he felt a slight prick, then heard the door hiss shut. He was alone again. Alone 
with his misery.

Princess Leia Organa was pacing her cell when she heard footsteps coming closer 
to her cell. She heard the door to a cell that was close to hers slid open, then 
shut. A minute or two later, she heard the footsteps. They sounded for less then 
5 seconds before the door to her cell slid open. In the doorway, blocking the 
troopers from entering, was a kindly looking man, maybe about 50 or so. "What do 
you want?" Leia snapped. "Oh, you poor child," the doctor muttered. "All I need 
is a blood sample from you, my dear." He said in a gentle voice. "Yeah right," 
Leia muttered, but fell silent when she saw a stormtrooper pointing his gun at 
her. Silently, she held out her arm. She watched as the doctor drew some of her 
blood. Seemingly satisfied, the doctor then left, putting her blood in an 
airtight container. Once the door hissed closed, Leia punched that wall, hard, 
in frustration. She hated this.

CAHPTER FIVE: WHAT THE MEDIC KNEW

Much later that day, Vader was pacing his quarters when a nervous officer 
alerted to him that a medic was waiting outside to see him. "Let him in," Vader 
growled as the unfortunate officer hurried to comply. The medic entered and 
Vader recognized him as the friendly old medic he had sent to Skywalker and 
Organa for blood samples. "Well," Vader inquired. He was in a very irritable 
mood. "I have the results from the blood tests you ordered," the medic stated, 
his voice unwavering. "Continue," Vader was getting more irritable by the 
second. "Well," the medic started, "it seems that the boy, Skywalker is indeed 
your son by blood. (here is where Vader smiled for the second time in 24 hours) 
The princess, however, is a different matter. After seeing the test results, I 
ran through the files I have access to. Leia is no princess of the Organa 
family. It seems she was adopted by the Organas. From one of their friends, a 
woman by the name of Padme Naberrie, also known as Queen Amidala of the Naboo." 
The medic finished his explanation, believing it was enough. It was. "So 
Organa's, no, Leia's blood has genetic matches to Skywalker's?" Vader inquired. 
"Yes," the medic continued. "It seems they are. . . twins." Vader was shocked. 
"You may leave, and thank you." He uttered his extremely rare thanks. As the 
medic left, Vader was left to ponder. So, Padme had born his children. His 
twins. He had a daughter, and a son. He would be sure to promote that medic.

Luke was so upset. He was Vader's SON. He pounded the wall again and again, only 
to stop as he heard a reply. The poundings -from a cell next to his?- eventually 
formed a pattern. Then he recognized it as a code, a REBEL code. He was NOT all 
alone after all! He began to fervently pound out a reply.
Leia was having a nice little coded-by-pounding conversation with a rebel from 
the cell next to hers. It really was a nice conversation, albeit a short one. 
She was pounding so loud that she didn't hear the footfalls of stormtroopers 
until her door opened. Abruptly the pounding from the other side stopped as 
well. "Come on, up," the stormtrooper said. She was surprised to hear the same 
thing from the cell next to hers. As she left the comfort of her cell, heading 
towards certain interrogation, she almost fainted dead away.
Luke had been having a nice conversation, when troopers entered his cell and 
demanded that he follow them, probably taking him to his father. He was so 
surprised to see her that he ran into the trooper in front of him. "Leia!" He 
called. "Luke??" she cried back. "where are they taking us?" She begged. He 
hated to tell her this, but he might as well. "I think they are taking us to, 
to, to, to Vader. To my father." He stated, wondering what her reaction would be 
to his horrifying lineage. "Leia's only response was to look at him with sad 
eyes and say, "It's all right, Luke. You aren't like him, not one bit." She was 
trying hard to hide her surprise, knowing that Luke would be hurt profoundly if 
she showed her horror instead of her pity. She didn't care who his father was, 
sand she told him so on their way to their past, present, and future.

TO BE CONTINUED

(ok, so, how did u like it???? Hoped u like this first part, um, the next part 
will be on its way soon, I think.