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💫SKYWALKER REBELLION.
From one second to another Luke began to feel a wind whipping his face, it was because Darth Vader had jumped from the broken shuttle carrying him in his arms bridal style and the movement of falling generated wind which was what Luke felt.
Suddenly the wind stopped, Vader had already landed on his feet in the hangar, Luke frowned, raised a hand and tried to smooth his blond hair that had been disheveled.
"I can't wait for us to have this conversation." The Dark Lord spoke suddenly, without a filter, being extremely direct, his deep baritone voice raised the hairs on Luke's arms.
The blond swallowed and raised his head, fixing his blue eyes in the black lenses of Darth Vader's helmet, though the mask was expressionless... Luke could feel the Sith Lord's intense gaze on him, he didn't like the sensation.
"If you hadn't tried to escape..." Vader added in a reproachful tone, Luke swallowed again. "We would have talked as soon as I got back from my meeting, you made me waste time young one, however now we'll catch up, I'll also take the opportunity to explain to you some rules now that you'll be living in the Executor, consider it your new home." Vader explained in a firm tone, making Luke furious.
Who the hell did he think he was to tell him what to do? he was acting like uncle Owen.
"This will never be my home!" Luke contradicted him with an angry shout, in a fit of bravery or perhaps stupidity, it was difficult to discern but in defense of the young one... he was living in an extreme situation. "My home is in the Allian...!"
"You're not going back to any of their pathetic and rudimentary bases." Vader interrupted him sharply, speaking scornfully about the Rebel Alliance, Luke glared at him, Vader ignored him and said even more firmly. "Now you're on the Empire's side, you'd better get used to it, I won't let you go astray."
Luke put a hand on his chest and pressed to try to get away, kicking at the same time.
"I won't let you control my life!" The blond snapped as he continued his tantrums. "You have no right...! Mmm!"
Luke would gladly have continued to complain but he couldn't because Vader had covered his mouth with one hand, the blond's eyes widened, he felt the texture of the black leather glove against his lips, he also felt the hardness of that huge durasteel hand.
"Silence." Vader ordered with a cold tone, Luke flinched, the Sith Lord took his hand from his mouth but pointed a gloved finger at his face. "I don't want to hear another of your screams, Skywalker." He warned with vehemently, he crouched a little, setting Luke gently on the ground, then straightened up again to his full intimidating height, yet kept very close to his reckless son in case he should run away. "Now..."
Luke hadn't yet seriously considered his chances of escaping when without warning he heard the sudden sound of a "click", it was a pair of handcuffs that had been closed on his wrists, he felt the cold of the metal making contact with his skin.
Luke blinked a few times, totally surprised, then he looked down and fixed his blue eyes on the cold metal manacles that now encircled his wrists.
Luke put a bad face and pulled his hands to the sides, trying to extend his arms but only managed to earn himself an annoying pain/burning in his wrists and his skin turning red, his powers didn't include super strength to help him break the wives.
Plan A he would have to get the key that Vader obviously had stored in his belt or plan B he would have to use the Force to try to open them himself, the latter was totally possible but unfortunately Luke didn't know how to do it, he had a hard time manipulating objects and levitating them... let's not even talk, opening locked handcuffs seemed very difficult, yep, Luke wasn't going to make it.
The young Skywalker clenched his hands into fists of sheer frustration and helplessness, huffed, trying to compose himself, opened his hands and left them still in front of him, resting against his abdomen, he looked at the reflection of the light that shone in one of the handcuffs and remained lost in thought.
The truth was that Vader never ceased to amaze him, he was an expert captor, in the blink of an eye he had removed the handcuffs from his belt and placed them on Luke, the blonde remembered their previous meeting on the planet, when the Lord Sith also took from his belt a hypospray with a hidden injection with a sedative inside.
It seemed that Vader had a whole kit prepared with multiple tools to capture him in any situation, that frustrated Luke, he hated being his prey and he hated even more that Vader took such pains with him, he had never heard of him chasing another rebel with such stubbornness, it seemed that Vader had an unhealthy obsession with him.
A sudden and slight pressure on his right shoulder was what brought Luke back to reality, the blonde raised his head and looked at Vader's big hand resting on top of him, then moved his head up a little more and looked at the intimidating black helmet that was pointed in his direction.
Vader was staring at him, had all his attention on him, Luke swallowed nervously, again he could see himself reflected in the black lenses of that inscrutable mask.
"I'll take you to your room." The Dark Lord informed after an awkward silence in which neither of them did anything more than hold their gazes, trying to win a staring battle that had been generated, Luke was the one who lost, it was only when he looked to the side that Vader spoke.
The Dark Lord didn't wait for an answer from Luke, much less waited for his consent, he simply limited himself to complying with his personal whim so he tightened his grip on the young Skywalker's shoulder, pushed him somewhat roughly forward, placing him in front of him and then forced him to walk forward, dragging him at a brisk pace in the direction of the hangar exit.
Vader was trying to control his anger, he looked at the star-studded space offered by the large opening in the hangar and then looked at the disheveled blond hair of his son walking in front of him, he felt another renewed wave of fury assail him, remembering the fact that Luke was in this hangar because he had stolen a shuttle and had tried to escape increased his anger, he didn't want to lose his son again, not now that he had found him after months of intense searching and persecution throughout the galaxy.
Luke gasped and felt a chill run down his spine but he managed to keep walking or should he say... trotting? In front of Vader, the fury that radiated from the Sith Lord behind him hadn't gone unnoticed by him.
It was a fury that Luke was avoiding thinking about, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and connected with the Force to calm himself, that "mystical energy field", Han's nickname for the Force, was its anchor.
Still with his eyes closed, Luke was more aware of the entire environment around him, in addition to the obvious fury that Vader exuded, the blonde felt other feelings, he noticed something similar to grief, fear and dismay, all those feelings were projected through of the Force and flooded him, overwhelmed him with how powerful they were.
Luke opened his eyes and looked to the sides of the gigantic hangar, he verified that those feelings came from the Stormtrooper patrols that were still formed in orderly lines, a blush covered the blond's cheeks because he had just realized the embarrassing realization that they had witnessed his pathetic spectacle just recently, they had seen him kicking like a capricious child in Darth Vader's arms.
They had also seen how Vader covered his mouth with his hand and then pointed at his face with his index finger! as if Luke was a little kid and not a 19 year old teenager! It had been an extremely embarrassing situation!
Luke wanted the earth to swallow him, he had been so absorbed in his discussion with Vader that he had forgotten about the presence of the Stormtroopers, oh stars, he really wanted the earth to swallow him, on top of that his current situation was not only humiliating, but also desperate, he was in the custody of Darth Vader, to top it off in handcuffs, without his lightsaber or blaster.
Luke decided to put the shame aside, he subtly looked at his hands trapped in the metal handcuffs, then looked straight ahead again and began to plot in his head multiple ways to escape from Vader, most of them utopian given his complicated situation, he had to make an effort.
The sooner he thought of something useful the better, he must not allow Vader to lock him up in that luxurious room again, nor to give him the "conversation" that he had said he would.
Luke kept stumbling ahead of Vader, who had already led him out of the hangar and was now leading him through the corridors of the Executor at a brisk pace, his strides much longer than Luke's, which was logical because he was more than a head taller than him.
So far Luke had never seen Vader run but from the accelerated pace with which he forced him to walk... it seemed that he was running, you could tell that he was in a hurry to lock him up.
From time to time they would come across uniformed Imperial soldiers or Stormtroopers, who ignored them and continued with their duties, Luke didn't know if out of work commitment, loyalty to the Empire or fear of Vader, he supposed that most of them for the last, the soldiers tried to spend as little time as possible in his presence.
Despite not tolerating the Empire... Luke didn't blame them, moreover, he felt sorry for them, being the focus of Darth Vader's attention was extremely stressful.
Speaking of Vader... how much was he thinking? Luke noticed that his anger had vanished. What would he feel then now? Did he even have feelings? Or was he a machine in its entirety?
Luke felt a sudden curiosity taking over him, he shouldn't feel that way, after all Vader was the murderer of his father but... Luke felt curious, he wanted to know what he was feeling.
The young Skywalker projected himself into the Force and picked up part of Vader's emotions, only part of it because the Sith Lord was partially covering himself with mental shields, evidently not fully intending to hide his emotions completely, otherwise Luke wouldn't have been able to feel them in the first place.
Anyway... what Luke felt from Vader left him baffled, it was a mixture of emotions inappropriate for him, joy, longing and... anticipation predominating.
Luke swallowed hard, he repeated in his mind "anticipation, anticipation, anticipation", it was obvious that Vader felt that from their impending conversation.
Luke felt a surge of panic, whatever Vader wanted to say to him... he didn't want to hear it so in an impulsive act he dug the heels of his black boots into the ground, it was a poor attempt to stop advancing but it was one of the few things he could do, then he began to move his shoulders capriciously to the sides to wriggle out of Vader's grasp, he wanted his big, heavy durasteel hand off his shoulder so he'd slip away and run.
Unfortunately the Sith didn't let him go, quite the contrary, he tightened his grip on him, tightening his fingers on his shoulder, which caused Luke to let out a small moan of pain, at which Vader softened his grip but kept it firm and kept dragging Luke.
The boy kept his feet anchored to the ground but still couldn't stay in place, he began to slide forward, he thought for two seconds about his humiliating situation, he looked like a dancer being dragged on an ice rink because the damned tiles in that corridor of the Executor were very smooth and shiny, they seemed polished, they didn't help him in his attempt to remain steady.
"I wish they were porous" Luke thought dejectedly as he grimaced and walked on his own two feet again, no longer allowing Vader to make him slide on the ground, it seemed even more demeaning to him, he preferred that Vader drag him stumbling.
Luke heard Vader's laughter echoing through his mind and shuddered, his lips parting in a thin line and his blue eyes widening.
"This ship would look very rustic if it were that way, young one", The Sith Lord mentally replied with amusement as he gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze and then tightened his grip again to continue leading him down the corridor.
Luke frowned, extremely disgusted.
"Stop reading my mind!" The blond demanded with a yell as he waved his handcuffed hands in front of his face, emphasizing his point.
Vader found that gesture a little cute, Luke felt it through their bond and freaked out, what had Vader just felt for him?! Tenderness?! What the hell?!
"I already told you that I don't read it to you, you shout your thoughts at me without realizing it." Vader answered with his baritone voice, impassive, without losing his calm like Luke.
The young Skywalker clucked, still angry, whatever it was, it was a violation of his privacy, period.
"Never mind!" Luke yelled fed up, tripping over his own feet because Vader had increased the pace of his strides.
Luke barely regained his balance and began to trot down the corridors, still feeling the firm grip of the Sith Lord on his shoulder. Luke saw that a uniformed soldier had surreptitiously eyed him with pity, his cheeks were hot with shame.
It was all Darth kriffing Vader's fault, Luke tried to ignore the presence of the Imperials aboard the Executor and yelled to Vader with annoyance.
"Don't talk into my mind either! it impresses me! your kriffing voice echoes in my head!"
"That's because you're not used to it, Luke." Vader explained expertly, somehow managing to annoy Luke even more.
"What am I not used to? What am I not used to?" The boy repeated incredulously, his blond eyebrows raised but he drew them together in a frown and clarified angrily. "I don't want to be used to it so don't talk to me like that anymore!"
Luke jerked his shoulders to escape Vader's grasp but the Dark Lord held him back and squeezed his fingers a little tighter, then shifted him, leaving him right in front of him and continued to push him down the corridor, Luke letting out a groan of pure frustration.
"You'll get used to the feeling because I like to talk to you that way." Luke heard Vader say behind him through his voice encoder, he shuddered and swallowed, the Sith Lord continued with conviction. "It's a good instruction for that you learn to manage your powers, they also reinforce our bond that I want to keep strong."
"What are you saying...?!" Luke stammered with his eyes wide open, incredulous, swallowed again and yelled indignantly. "No! I don't want you to teach me anything! just... stop!"
Luke heard Vader's baritone make a strange sound, something like a snort, though he couldn't tell if it was that or a sigh, it was hard to tell.
"I don't understand why you refuse to learn about the Force." Vader snarled from behind him, his temper evident.
So in the end Vader did want him as his Sith apprentice, Luke shuddered again but hid his fear well, or well... at least he tried, at least the fact that he was very angry as well as scared helped him.
"Oh, believe me, I didn't refuse." Luke contradicted him with a bitter chuckle, he gave a fake smile and added. "I'm always looking to learn but..." The blond put a bad face and yelled angrily but recklessly, given who he was talking to, the most feared being in the galaxy. "From a Jedi master! not from a kriffing Sith like you!"
This time Vader got seriously angry, Luke noticed it immediately, he felt the room temperature drop a few degrees, he shuddered for the umpteenth time, Vader constantly caused him to shiver, for one thing or another.
The next thing Luke noticed was that Vader stopped dragging him, he had abruptly stopped his pace, the boy wanted to run away immediately but he had no chance, Vader turned him around, making him face him, he released his shoulder and at the speed of light he grabbed him again, this time by the arm, then yanked Luke right in front of him, very, very close.
Luke's blue eyes widened, he wanted to move back but Vader caught him by the chin with his free hand, Luke pursed his lips and moved his face to the side for him to let go but the Sith Lord didn't let him go, he held his chin firmly and raised his head a little, so that Luke was looking directly into the black lenses, the boy stopped struggling but kept his eyes tightly shut.
"Look at me." Vader asked rather, commanded.
Luke obeyed, he didn't dare to contradict him so he slowly opened his eyes and looked back at him a little scared, although something inside told him that Vader wasn't going to hurt him... that wasn't enough for him not to be afraid of him, especially at that moment when the Dark Lord looked so intimidating.
Vader sensed Luke's fear through their bond but decided to be serious anyway, his son must change his rebellious behavior.
"Don't disrespect me, young Skywalker." Vader warned with a threatening tone that made Luke shudder. "I won't allow such acts of rebellion on your part despite how valuable and important you are to me." Said that the Sith Lord released his chin.
Luke immediately turned his face away, then took two steps back to regain his bubble of personal space, he wanted to get further away but couldn't because Vader was still holding his arm, Luke looked down for a moment and stared at his hands caught in the cuffs, he twitched his fingers nervously.
Suddenly Luke regretted his fearful attitude so he raised his chin in a haughty position and stared at Vader, who hadn't stopped looking at him at any time, Luke wouldn't deny it, he was afraid, yes, but he would be a little defiant to preserve his pride.
There was a long silence between the two, who kept looking at each other, this silence was broken by Vader, what he said made Luke's blood boil with rage.
"Turns out you need not only Force classes but education classes as well." Vader said dismissively.
Luke was tempted first to send him to a mountain of bantha shit and second to answer him "my uncles took great care to give me an education, on Tatooine we harvested moisture farms, even I helped not only harvesting but also doing jobs in a workshop mechanics to have enough funds to pay for school", but he didn't want to tell Vader.
One... he didn't deserve to know anything about his life, two... well, there were many more reasons.
Luke felt a turmoil of emotions inside him that he was doing his best to keep hidden from Vader through the mental shields he was learning to wield, the blond was partly angry that Vader kept trying to control him, partly humiliated that he had told him that he needed education classes and partly scared because he also told him that he was "valuable and important to him", something that Luke already knew but that never ceased to surprise him.
And as if all of the above weren't enough... Vader wanted to teach him about the Force, Luke didn't want to learn the Dark Side, he didn't want to become a Sith, he wanted to be a Jedi, like his father.
In short, what Luke wanted to do the most was insult Vader, even in another language, for example in the Hutt language that he had learned from his uncles who had learned it from his paternal grandmother, Shmi Skywalker, it was the language of the slaves.
Luke gave a mischievous smile, surely Vader wouldn't understand, however he erased the smile, put on a serious expression and restrained himself, swallowing his chain of Huttese insults, he decided to remain silent out of an instinct of self-preservation, he wasn't that stupid as if to challenge Vader at that moment and test his patience, you could tell he was in a very bad mood.
Luke felt Vader tighten his grip on his arm a little more and then pull him closer, wanting to place him next to him, obviously preparing to continue leading him through the corridors to his room now that he had finally stayed still and quiet.
The blonde felt his heart beating suddenly fast in his chest, he was nervous about the "conversation" they were going to have, he entered a difficult crossroads, was he still fighting uselessly or was he giving up now? luckily he didn't have to decide because Vader stopped, leaving him mere inches from his imposing black armor.
Luke didn't understand why until he heard hurried footsteps at the end of the corridor where they were at that moment, it was the first time that someone had dared to approach them, so far all the other soldiers had ignored them completely or had pretended not to pay attention to them.
"Brilliant!" thought Luke excitedly, "now Vader will be distracted by whoever he is coming to see him, this is my chance to escape! I must make the most of it!".
Luke drew his foot back, fully ready to kick Vader hard in the leg, knowing he would hurt himself, hurt as much as trying to kick the hard horn of a nerf, one of Tatooine's creatures, but willing to do it anyway, he had to escape as he could and if to achieve it he was left with a wounded foot... so be it.
Luke seemed to forget that Vader could read his thoughts and feelings, more so now that he had recklessly dropped his mental shields due to lack of concentration, so he shouldn't have been surprised when the Sith Lord stopped him but... what was surprising wasn't the fact that he had stopped him but the way in which he had done it!
Luke blinked a few times and stared at Vader's long heavy cloak, which resembled an endless black waterfall, blinked a few more times and finally understood his current situation.
He was slung over one of Vader's shoulders like a sack of potatoes! it had happened so fast... Vader had moved so fast...
Luke winced in pain and let out a small moan, his stomach felt pressed against the hard armor of the Dark Lord's armored shoulder, he wasn't in a very comfortable position, let's say, it hurt, on top of that he was hanging his head in front of Vader's back, which only gave him a very close view of his cloak and the texture of the cloth, also had his hands dangling in front of him, still caught in the metal manacles and... oh no! his butt was in full view of the officer who had already reached them and stopped in front of Vader!
In a panic Luke began to kick but Vader immobilized him very easily, he only had to put an arm on the back of his knees and problem solved, he had put an end to his childish fight.
Luke pouted, grabbed the cloak of Vader with his hands still tied, he clenched it into a fist and began to shake it to the sides, in protest, he heard a growl from Vader but still he didn't stop and continued to tug at his cloak.
Luke thought with a frown "I want him to go to a kriffing bantha mountain shit", he heard another growl from Vader and felt a wave of annoyance pass through their bond, Vader's annoyance intoxicated Luke and made his own annoyance grow.
The boy gritted his teeth and moved his hands more forcefully, crumpling his captor's cloak in the process.
"I've had enough of your tantrums, Luke." Vader warned him in a dark voice, adjusting Luke better on his shoulder and then pressing his grip on the back of his knees, leaving him more immobile than before, which annoyed his son.
"Ah... Let me go! Put me down! Let me!" Luke yelled with red cheeks from embarrassment.
The position in which he was loaded was very humiliating, he felt totally indignant, he tried to kick without any success, he let out a groan and kept pulling the black cloak.
Firmus Piett was the Imperial who had come practically running and who for a few moments had been standing silently in front of Vader, despite the strangeness of the situation, Piett was waiting to see what he would do, he didn't dare to interrupt but the report he was to give to Lord Vader was of the utmost importance.
It turns out that after he found out that the young Skywalker had been captured again by Lord Vader, he and the other uniformed soldiers on the bridge had resumed their normal activities, also the rest of the Imperials on the Executor, however after a few minutes he received a report that he had to deliver to Lord Vader yes or yes.
He was looking for the Dark Lord until he finally found him in a somewhat... peculiar situation with the young Skywalker, Piett like so many other imperials was curious to know who this kid was for Lord Vader but he mustn't meddle if he wanted to keep breathing, thank you.
The report that Piett had to give to his boss was a holodisk containing a hologram with data on the coordinates of the location of Princess Leia Organa who, together with Han Solo, had been sighted by imperial hunting ships, they were in a ship identified as the Millennium Falcon, in a nearby system, evidently searching for the young Skywalker, wanted to rescue him.
Piett had first-hand information that Organa and Solo were very close friends with Skywalker, not just his comrades in the Rebel Alliance.
"Hum... my Lord? Should I come back another time?" Admiral Piett asked as he held the holodisk in his right hand, he felt enormous bewilderment but he was an expert in managing his emotions so he kept a neutral face and arms hidden behind his back.
"No." Vader answered and turned his helmet in Piett's direction. "I suppose you've come to give me a report on some situation that requires my attention so just give it to me and be quick Admiral, when I have time I'll see it, now I have urgent matters I have to deal with the young Skywalker and I don't want to postpone them any longer." He sentenced with a serious tone.
"I don't want to talk to you!" Luke protested immediately and tugged at Vader's cloak again, he had stopped when he heard that he was talking to the Admiral. "I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't want to...!" He was repeating over and over infatuatedly, behaving like a little kid and not the teenager he was until Vader shut him up.
"Silence." The Sith Lord ordered vehemently, although he hadn't shouted... that order had sounded very intimidating anyway.
Luke shuddered, stopped twisting Vader's cloak between his fingers and was speechless, he felt a few vibrations in his stomach, it was Vader's fault that he had spoken again through his vocoder.
"Or I'll put you to sleep with a suggestion from the Force." The Dark Lord threatened, worrying Luke.
The blond's blue eyes widened, could Vader do something like that? Obviously yes, he was terrified.
"No, please don't, don't put me back to sleep, I beg you." Luke begged, throwing away his dignity but... what else could he do?
Vader had already put him to sleep once even though he begged him not to, he could perfectly do it again and he was sure that if he yelled at him he would do it with more enthusiasm, he was just warning him to keep quiet.
"Then I want you to stop your fighting immediately and stay quiet all the way to your room." Vader snapped in his baritone voice, patting Luke on the back with his free hand and asking. "Understood?"
Again Luke had to swallow his rage, first Vader was telling him what to do, second he teased him by giving him a friendly pat on the back, who did he think? ugh! How he hated him! but he was going to have to listen to him whether he liked it or not.
"Ye... Yes..." Luke whispered with great difficulty, stars, how hard it had been for him to pronounce that simple word.
"Fine, good boy." Vader said satisfied, patting Luke on the back again, the boy ground his teeth in anger, Vader leaving his son alone and turning to Piett, then waved his hand, urging him to speak. "The report, Admiral." He reminded him.
Piett nodded, drawing his right arm from behind his back and extending it toward Lord Vader, then opening his hand, palm up, where the holodisk rested.
"The report is inside this holodisk, my Lord." The Admiral warned him, still with a neutral face and a cordial tone.
Vader practically snatched it out of his hand in his haste to leave with his son as soon as possible.
"Fired, return to your duties." The Dark Lord ordered as he tucked the holodisk into his belt on his hip.
"Aye, my Lord." Piett answered, standing up straight and making a military farewell gesture with one hand resting on his forehead, then he turned around and walked away at the pace of a soldier.
Luke let out a small moan, knowing that now all of Darth Vader's attention was back on him.
"Well... it's time we talked Skywalker." Vader informed savoring the words, Luke swallowed, Vader began to walk down the corridor with a determined step and gave his son another annoying slap on the back. "Remember to stay quiet until we get there if you don't want to go to bed early today." Vader said that last more in a mocking way than as an order.
Luke gritted his teeth again, Vader was so annoying! he hated him! he seriously hated him!
He only hoped that he could escape from this conversation although... he found it difficult.