A.N: Oh my, I am so sorry that I haven't updated for so long! I've been so busy, and… well, apply every excuse I usually give you guys.
By the way, there will be some referring back to The Shadows of the Empire in this chapter. So, I hope you've read it! Though, you don't have to have read it, but you'll understand some stuff in this chapter if you have!
Anyway, here's the next chapter at last!
Chapter Five: Conclusions
Luke looked at all the troopers. How was he going to get out of this one? Now he wouldn't even be able to finish his ice cream! How rude of the troopers to interrupt him while he was still eating!
"Ideas!?" Tank asked again. The sense of urgency in his voice had increased.
"Uh, I got one," Luke whispered.
"Well would you mind sharing it with the rest of us?" Luke gave Tank a sarcastic look. "I mean, share it with me, not them."
"Hands up!" the officer commanded.
"Potato chips! Now!" Luke called to Tank.
Understanding what Luke had in mind, Tank threw the bag of potato chips to his friend, and Luke thrust them into the officer's face.
"RUN!" Luke yelled.
Without a second glance, the two friends rushed out of the closet, and ran past the officer, and the troopers who stood stupidly watching their superior struggle with the potato chips that were now getting in his eyes.
Luke and Tank kept running until they came to an abandoned room that seemed almost completely empty except for a single chair which Luke sat down in before Tank could.
"Tank," Luke said, breathing hard. "We gotta think of some way to keep ourselves from being found."
Tank shook his head. "This is ridiculous, Luke."
Luke looked up at his friend with a curios look on his face. "In what way? Oh, I get it! You're jealous of the potato chips."
Tank's face shifted from despair to amusement. "The potato chips? Why?"
Luke shrugged. "Well, if it weren't for the potato chips, we wouldn't have gotten away from those guys back there, and you wanted to think of a way to get out on our own."
Tank couldn't help but laugh. "Luke, I am not jealous of the potato chips! What I was going to say was that we can't go on like this."
Luke adopted an air of a distressed female. "Oh, Tank! How could you say that? I thought you loved me!"
"Luke, will you stop it with the wisecracks!?" Seeing how paranoid his friend was becoming, Luke finally got serious, and more importantly, quiet. "Luke, we are running away from something that we cannot avoid."
"We're on the Death Star! We can't keep this up forever! Eventually, we're gonna get caught."
Luke nodded. "I get it! You want to kill the Emperor before we get caught!"
"Uh… that wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but…"
"But you'll do it," Luke interrupted. "Great!"
Tank sighed. He had a feeling that whatever Luke had in mind was not going to be pretty…
Meanwhile, Vader was still walking through the Death Star, trying to get a hold on Luke's Force presence, but every time he thought that he finally had his son, Luke threw him off in a totally different direction. It was a Force trick that he had learned a long time ago, but he still didn't know how to avoid being tricked by it.
Suddenly, he felt Luke's presence, only it seemed much closer this time. Was it just Luke throwing him off again? No, it couldn't be that, because Luke was now standing right in front of him!
"Hey, Dad! I've been looking for you everywhere! Why don't you ever just stay in one place? It would make life so much easier for me!"
Okay, now Vader was sure that he knew nothing about his son. If he did, then he would know why Luke seemed so much at ease with him.
"What have you been doing?" Vader asked.
Luke rolled his eyes. "I'm not gonna tell you! That's how people get grounded. By the way, have you seen the Emperor? I have no idea where that guy is, and I seem to remember hearing you say that I need to go see him."
What? Now Luke wanted to see Palpatine? Earlier, Luke had run away because he didn't want to see the Emperor, and now he was looking for Vader so he could see the Emperor? What was with his kid?
"I'll take that as a no," Luke said, beginning to walk off again. "Well, if you see the Emperor, could you tell him that I was looking for him?"
Before Luke could take another step, Vader reached out and grabbed his arm, holding him firmly. "No, I believe that I can take you to see the Emperor."
"Good, this will make it easier," Luke commented. Vader looked down at his son quizzically, and Luke noticed it. "I mean, better! This will make it better! After all, it's my destiny to go see him. I couldn't run away from fate forever."
"Okay, now I know something's wrong with you," Vader said as he began to march his son toward the elevators.
A smile, hidden from Vader, spread across Luke's face. Oh, this guy was so stupid! But, maybe it was better that he didn't call his father stupid. It might get around to Vader, and Vader wouldn't be too happy about that. But then, he probably wasn't going to be happy about what Luke was about to do.
Hehe, this is gonna be so much fun!
Palpatine grinned under his hood as he saw Skywalker, and Vader walk up the stairs toward his throne. This was going to be delightful.
"Welcome, young Skywalker. I have been expecting you."
"I know." Luke couldn't keep a small, devious grin from reaching his lips. This confused the Emperor, but he tried to ignore it.
"I am looking forward to completing your training. In time, you will call me master."
Luke tried to keep himself from laughing, but he couldn't help it. Luke gave a quick, flippant giggle, before finally regaining control. "That'll be the day!" he finally said, allowing another giggle to escape his mouth. "Ah, don't worry. You're mistake, not mine!"
Palpatine couldn't help but worry about the way Skywalker was acting. He didn't seem worried at all. In fact, he seemed quite happy. What was that all about?
Once again, he tried to ignore it, and he continued speaking. "It is true, my young Jedi. In time, you will find that it is you who are mistaken… about a great many things."
Luke rolled his eyes. "I know that! But gosh, I wasn't making a mistake when I threw those potato chips at that officer! Oh, that was fun; I just can't get over it!"
Palpatine was now getting really mad. It wasn't this way when he turned Vader. Why was it so difficult with Vader's son?
Vader finally tried to help his master out. "It is pointless to resist, my son."
"Resist what?" Luke asked. "This guy isn't the least bit convincing!"
"Oh come on! Palpatine is such an idiot!"
The Emperor decided that it was time to reveal the trap that he had laid out for the Rebellion. Maybe this time, Skywalker would get serious.
"I am not as stupid as you would think, my young apprentice. Everything that has transpired has done so according to my design. Your friends up there on the Sanctuary Moon are walking into a trap, as is your Rebel fleet! It was I who allowed the alliance to know the location of the shield generator. It is quite safe from your pitiful little band. An entire legion of my best troops awaits them. I'm afraid the deflector shield will be quite operational when your friends arrive."
Luke smiled, and clapped twice. "Well that's really cool. I was wondering why it was so easy to get the plans from that fertilizer freighter! But then, it wasn't your idea to let us know about it, it was Xizor's. Stars, I hate that guy!"
Vader and the Emperor both looked at Luke with astonished faces. What would it take to turn him to the Dark Side!?
Vader suddenly remembered something. "His lightsaber." Vader handed his son's weapon to his master, and Palpatine began to inspect it.
"Ah, yes. A Jedi's weapon. Much like your father's."
"I know. It took me forever to build it!" Luke trailed off remembering something. "And then Artoo teased me when I thought it was gonna blow up."
Suddenly, there was a strong sense of pain coming through the Force. Down on Endor, Leia had been shot in the arm.
"Is it just me, or did I just feel Leia getting shot!?"
Finally, the Emperor smiled. Maybe he could turn this boy after all. "I know you're angry. Go on, take your Jedi weapon. Use it. I am unarmed. Strike me down with it, give into your anger."
Reaching for the lightsaber, Luke tried to slash off the Emperor's head.
Vader didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't want the Emperor to live, but he finally realized that he didn't want his only son to go to the Dark Side.
Vader's indecision was all Luke needed. One minute, the Emperor was alive and breathing, and the next minute, the elderly sith's head was rolling on the floor in front of Vader.
For a minute, Vader didn't dare to breathe. What had his son done? Did he actually give into his anger and turn to the Dark Side!? No, it couldn't be! But then, Luke didn't look like he'd just become evil. In fact, he was laughing!
"Son, aren't you supposed to have turned to the Dark Side?" Vader asked. It wasn't like he was complaining! Actually, he was happy that his son was still himself. But how…
"I killed the Emperor, but I wasn't angry, and I didn't do it with my anger," Luke explained. "But gosh! I wanted more of a challenge. I mean that was just pitiful!" It was then that Luke remembered what his father's plan had been ever since Bespin. "Uh, I guess you wanna take over the galaxy now, huh?" Luke mumbled.
Vader shook his head. "No, son. This whole experience has shown me that I made a mistake. I shouldn't have turned to the Dark Side. And even when I did, I shouldn't have tried to force you to make the same mistake I did."
Luke gave his devious grin. "Do I sense an apology?"
Vader almost laughed. Even when he'd still been a Jedi, he'd never been the apologetic type. "Don't count on it. And Luke, your way of defeating the Emperor was unique to say the least."
Luke smiled. "You mean I'm clever?"
"Haha, no. I mean I'm glad that I only have one child to handle."
Luke cleared his throat nervously. "That wouldn't be exactly accurate. Uh, did I ever mention that I have a twin?"
And so, Vader turned back to the good side, and became Anakin Skywalker once more. Luke found a way, using the light side of the Force, and a little modern machinery, to heal his father, so he could shed the armor. The result was actually very satisfying. He looked exactly the way he had before he'd gone to the Dark Side. Of course, he looked a few years older. He looked to be thirty-five instead of being in his forties, and that was an improvement enough for Anakin.
The Skywalker family got along great, and Anakin lightened up when he discovered that Luke's twin was Leia. A well behaved young woman and not another troublemaker.
Han and Chewie, after some persuasion, accepted Anakin, and after a while, so did the Alliance. Life had never been better. Luke and Tank never caused anymore trouble for people. Unless you count that time when they took the brownies meant for the politicians of the New Republic who were having a meeting one day. And Leia, let's just say she didn't take it very well…
A.N: Please review, you guys! And thank you so much for reading!