Title: Out of the Fire

Author: Jayde Jade

E-mail: Jaydejade@hotmail.com

Website: http://www.geocities.com/jayde_j

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, I wish I did, but I don't. I make NO money 
off of this, trust me.

Summery: AU, but not in the way you might think.

Dedication: To Liz Skywalker for pressuring me to finish this. Without her, I 
never would have been motivated to complete my first story. To SWRR, how do you 
like your Jedi and coffee? :) To KT the Hutt, don't ask, just for everything, 
and for starting SWRR. And to everyone who told me to just sit down and finish 
it and not to worry that it was so short.

A/N: This is my first story. Bear with me as I get the kinks out of my writings.



	He stepped out of the bacta tank and took a look at himself. Not bad, he 
thought. He had thought that his injuries would be worse. But all that remained 
of his injuries was a long white scar that stretched from the tip of his right 
eye to the corner of his mouth. He briefly wondered what his wife would think of 
it, then immediately wished he hadn't. Thinking of her brought up bad memories. 
She had been what the Jedi had used to get him to come to their duel. She had 
sat there in the back, not tied up, not resisting the Jedi, as he had come to 
save her. That hurt the worst, more than knowing that she had been kidnapped, 
but knowing that she was helping her own abduction. She didn't even want to 
return to him, preferring the company of the damned Jedi instead of him.

	The door of the medical center opened and a storm trooper walked in. The 
trooped saluted him but did not address him. This didn't surprise him, most of 
the troopers did not know who he was, and those who did had no idea how to 
address him. But that would soon change, he could feel it.

	"Sir," the trooper began, finding some solace in the monosyllable. "The 
Emperor orders your presence in the throne room."

	"Very well, trooper." He said. The trooper saluted hesitantly and left. He 
snarled. Soon all would bow before him, soon all would fear him!


	As he entered the throne room, he immediately noticed the changes his 
Master had made. It was all black now, the only furniture was the Throne 
positioned by the far wall. He was pleased by that, he had been pressuring his 
Master for awhile to change the décor. He walked up to the throne and knelt 
down.

	"Rise, my young friend." The Emperor ordered. He obliged and stood, 
pushing back his blonde hair from his face. "You are injured?"

	"Not that badly, Master. My only permanent mark is a small scar."

	"That's good. It could have been much worse." The Emperor stood. "You have 
proven yourself worthy, my friend."

	His spirits soared. Was the Master about to do what he thought he was 
about to do?

	"Kneel, young Skywalker." Palpatine brought out his lightsaber as 
Skywalker knelt. "From now on, not Skywalker will you be, but Lord Vader. Rise, 
my lord."

	Luke rose as his master had ordered him, suppressing a grin at his 
master's actions. "Thank you, Master."

	"Now I sense you wish to find your sister and wife."

	"Yes Master. The Jedi, my sister, deserves to die for her crimes. And my 
wife..."

	"I see, Lord Vader. You have my permission. And I expect you to finish 
what your late father could not, the eradication of the Jedi."

	"Yes Master."


Finis