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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 3/13/06 10:52am Subject: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU - An unintentional epic - Updated 7/8/8 - Date Edited: 7/8 7:49am (52 edits total) Edited By: VaderLVR64
	Title: Not My Father’s Son Author: VaderLVR64 Characters: Luke Skywalker Timeframe: Ten years post ESB Genre: AU, and now a short story Summary: What if Luke had made another choice after discovering the true identity of his father? Notes: Inspired by the song “Not My Father’s Son” by 3 Doors Down Not My Father’s Son And I've bundled up all these fears inside And I've bottled up all of this pain And no one or nothing can take this away But I won't let it happen again Never again Maybe I'm just crazy or the devil got inside But either way my soul is gone, And I'll end this all tonight The one hand throws the whiskey, and the other throws the gun As he cries out to the heavens I am not my father's son ******************* No one could destroy himself with quite as much style as a Skywalker, Luke mused as he gulped down yet another drink. The music pounded in the background, but he was hardly aware of it; the alcohol had given him a pleasant numbness that was as addictive as the booze itself. He had discovered a decade ago that it hurt far too much to feel, and alcohol seemed as good a way as any to dull the pain. It was cheap and readily available, though perhaps more cowardly than just killing himself. I am your father. Funny how a few words could change your life, he thought, ignoring the interested glance of a lovely Twi’Lek female who had been giving him the eye for the last hour or so. He had heard the truth and it had set him free – in a fashion. Leia had rescued him, without his right hand of course, and then he had thanked her by walking away from her and the Rebellion as soon as they landed. He had not even stayed long enough to get the hand that Leia had promised him. He had run as far and as fast as he could. Luke Skywalker had run away from everything, including the Force that day. A string of false identities kept him free, free of the Rebellion, free of the Empire, free of his father’s frantic quest to find his stolen son. In those early days, before he discovered the pleasure and pain of drinking, the Force had helped him. Even with only one hand, he was still able to earn a living, though not always an honest one, he admitted to himself. At one time, that admission would have brought a touch of shame to his soul, but he was too far removed from that Tatooine farmboy to worry about such trivialities as a conscience now. Without thought, he flexed his right hand. Luke had even earned enough credits to replace part of what his beloved father had taken from him. He still did not like to think of how he had earned those credits, but he knew that even before that hand had been fused to his arm it had already been stained with blood. He sighed, sensing that he was about to fall into a period of self-pity. They always took him by surprise, though he thought that perhaps he should be used to them by now. They were a part of him, an inescapable dimension of who and what he was. Ignoring the myriad of beings around him, he ordered another drink. When the barkeep scowled and hesitated, Luke gave him a look that hid him scrambling to fill the order. It took no manipulation of the Force to get his way, just a single, hard glance. He knew there was an aura about him, a dark and dangerous air that told others beware as clearly as any drawn blaster. Luke had cultivated it, nurtured it; he had earned it. Who needed the Force when you had a willingness to shed blood? He never used the Force anymore, the stupor in which he spent many of his hours was sufficient to dull the Light in his mind to a dim memory of what it had once felt like to have the Force rushing through him. In a way, the Force was as addictive as any drug, though it was the one vice he was strong enough to deny himself. You’re welcome, galaxy, he thought sourly. If only everyone in the universe realized what a big favor he had done them when he gave up his heritage. They would all be trembling before his power if he had taken the path his father had offered, and on that road there lay a dark mysterious future, a confusing storm of what might have been. The thought of what he might have become was just enough to dampen his buzz and he decided that it might be time to finally go to bed. How long had he been up this time? Luke frowned thoughtfully, trying to count the hours -the days - since he had last slept. Sleep, unlike getting drunk, did not offer the same haven from his memories and regrets. In his dreams, he saw Darth Vader again, holding out his hand and offering his long-lost son a galaxy. How tempting now to think of what that power might do! Leia came to him, too. Her eyes full of sorrow and rebuke, though she never spoke of her disappointment. That was the worst of it; she never spoke to him at all in his dreams. She merely smiled sadly and moved on, as far away from him as she could. Luke supposed she was in hiding somewhere now, leading her precious Rebellion. Perhaps she had even found a way to rescue Han, though Luke was sure he would have heard if Han Solo reappeared in the galaxy. So Han was probably gone forever, and Chewie was probably still faithfully at Leia’s side, watching over her as he once had watched over Han. He had let them all down, but perhaps the one he had hurt the most was himself. Gods, he hoped so. Lord Vader had eventually overthrown his Emperor, as he had told Luke he would. His father still searched for him, and every now and then he would feel his father’s mental touch, hear his father ask him to come back, promising a glittering future, that somehow he sensed would be tainted with evil. I’m not my father’s son, he told himself. The Skywalker name was no longer his to claim; it was not something he had to live up to or live down any more. He was glad to be rid of it. He knew that, despite his best efforts, one day his father would find him. It would be on that day that Luke Skywalker, or rather what was left of him, would have to make a choice – a choice between living and dying, a choice between serving the Darkness or serving no purpose at all. When he was just a little bit drunk, he was sure he would find the strength to simply kill himself and end the struggle. However, when he was drunk enough to be completely honest with himself, he often pondered what his father would do with this useless, wasted son. Would Vader patiently mold his son into a weapon he could use, or would he simply decide that the effort was not be worth it? Luke had his own view on the worthiness of saving his own skin, and if he had the courage, he would have put a blaster to his head years ago. Courage, however, was a virtue sadly lacking in Luke Skywalker now, no matter what name he adopted. So he remained in this intoxicated limbo, a waste of the very air he breathed and he waited… Waiting for you, dear old dad, he mocked himself and his father with the words, holding up his drink in a bitter toast. Getting unsteadily to his feet, Luke decided it was time to leave. If he had not had that last drink, he might have even taken the Twi’Lek up on the unspoken invitation in her lavender eyes. Maybe in her arms he could purchase a few hours of blessed oblivion. Ah well, there was always tomorrow to finish destroying himself, he thought with a touch of dark amusement. Just as he made it to the door, he felt a slim, feminine hand on his arm. He turned and gave the most charming smile of which he was still capable, expecting the lithe Twi’Lek. Instead, a pair of vivid green eyes was staring at him. “Hi,” she murmured, holding out her hand. “I’m Arica.” “I’m Luke,” he replied as he took her hand in his own. One red brow rose. “Really? I thought your name was Markus.” She seemed to be mocking him but he laughed anyway and struck his forehead with his hand. “Oh yeah,” he said loudly. “I forgot.” He leaned in close to confide. “That was my name yesterday, but tonight you can call me Luke.” She wrapped her arm around his waist and started to lead him outside. “How do you do, Luke? Why don’t we get out of here?” she asked. Arica did not wait for an answer, but took control of the encounter. Soon they were walking down the street. He meant to tell her that his rooms were the other way, but somehow that did not seem very important. Luke leaned up against her and let her guide him. “Where we going?” he slurred, though in truth he was not too concerned about where she was taking him. All he could think about was kissing the pale, fragrant flesh he sensed beneath the snug lines of the unisuit she wore. “I thought we’d visit a friend of mine,” she murmured, bearing more of his weight now as the last drink started to really kick in, fogging his thoughts even further and making his movements clumsy. “Really?” he asked curiously. “Who?” Arica laughed softly. “Oh you don’t want to know, Luke.” Then she shrugged and encouraged him to move faster. “Still, it’s not any of my business…” “Will I like your friend?” he asked, somehow sensing that he should be worried, scared even, but unable to rouse up the necessary strength to do so. She turned and her beautiful green eyes somehow full of compassion and cruelty. “No, I don’t think you will,” she answered. Then they stopped and a door opened and Luke shivered as he heard the sound that haunted his dreams. “Hello, son,” the voice from his nightmares said. “You’ve been quite difficult to find.” -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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ginchy Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 3/13/06 10:56am Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU
	Eep. Very good, I like it! Poor Luke. -----signature----- Oh my gosh, I'm doing drabbles. eeek! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/29089731/p1/?0
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PonyTricks Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 3/13/06 11:11am Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU
	OH MY! You turned Lukie into a drunken criminal? WOW! I'm impressed. I guess the good part is he has no idea Leia is his sister. But.... but you left Hannie-bear frozen? Sobs -----signature----- Brain: Now, Pinky, if by any chance you are captured during this mission, remember you are Gunther Heindriksen from Appenzell. You moved to Grindelwald to drive the cog train to Murren. Can you repeat that? Pinky: Mmmm, no, Brain, don't think I can.
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ThePariah Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 3/13/06 11:18am Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU
	...meep. -----signature----- Eternal Groveler to rhonderoo, VaderLVR64, Knight_Aragorn, Oba, & the SJRS crew Has a postcard from the Dark Side. "I suspect that most if not all the world's ills could be cured by humour transplants."--Karen Traviss TEMPORARY SET-UP!!!
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Inara Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 3/13/06 11:25am Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU
	This is a really cool AU - a nice twist. Cool to see Arica show up (and it puts a whole other twist on the Luke and Mara relationship!!!). I'd love to see this expanded into more... -----signature----- you lose you win you pay for all your sins http://www.freewebs.com/blue-inara/index.html - Behind the Blue Door Master to Whiskers
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pat_skywalker39 Registered: Jan '04	Date Posted: 3/13/06 12:51pm Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU
	one question : is it a vignette or a story? i'd love a story beginning like this -----signature----- A New Beginning AU Vignette : http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25246024/p1 Dark Betrayal (L/M, Obi-Wan,Vader AU) : http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/26096180/p1
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 3/13/06 1:47pm Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU - Date Edited: 3/13/06 4:08pm (1 edits total) Edited By: VaderLVR64
	Dear pat, I don't know. A plot bunny is nipping at my heels but I'm carefully ignoring it hoping it will go away. Tell it to leave me alone! Blasted carrots! Okay, I've got the second chapter almost finished, so I guess this is "officially" a short story now. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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ThePariah Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 3/13/06 1:56pm Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU
	secretly leaves a trail of carrots leading to Kim -----signature----- Eternal Groveler to rhonderoo, VaderLVR64, Knight_Aragorn, Oba, & the SJRS crew Has a postcard from the Dark Side. "I suspect that most if not all the world's ills could be cured by humour transplants."--Karen Traviss TEMPORARY SET-UP!!!
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Feng_Huang Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 3/13/06 2:05pm Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU
	WOW. That was a blast. I liked Arica showing up at the end. I think I'll go buy some carrots... -----signature----- "Then my father is truly dead. But I carry his name, and he will live inside of me for as long as I'm still here. If you want to destroy him, you'll have to destroy me with him Daddy gave me a name, by Starr
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Jade_Pilot Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 3/13/06 3:42pm Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU
	Very nicely done! Can't wait till the next post. -----signature----- Fall semester now commencing...se habla español and more cowbell!!! ** "ginchy's gambit" http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=29089731&brd=10477&start=29091637
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JadeLotus Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 3/13/06 4:38pm Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU - short story
	Luke! Ohhhh.... this is going to be an interesting reuinion... -----signature----- You are the only thing that makes sense Just ignore all this present tense
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alexissteele Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 3/13/06 4:54pm Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU - short story - Date Edited: 3/13/06 4:57pm (1 edits total) Edited By: alexissteele
	Eep! Poor Luke . And then you leave it THERE? In the immortal words of Mike Nesmith, I must quote: "You're evil" Can't wait for more! -----signature----- Proud Padawan of VaderLVR64 My fic: Holes in the Floor of Heaven http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/23395333/p1 For the rest of my fics, see my bio "Cause baby, in the final analysis, love is power" -- Michael Nesmith
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Gabri_Jade Title: Fan Fiction Archive Editor Emeritus Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 3/14/06 2:02am Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU - short story
	No one could destroy himself with quite as much style as a Skywalker Now that is an awesome line, and an awesome beginning. What a fascinating concept for an AU! It's sad to see Luke this way, but still believable. This is certainly one of the paths he might have taken after Bespin. And being me, I especially love Mara's entrance. Definitely looking forward to seeing where you take this, Kimberley. -----signature----- Evil Twin of LadyPadme This concept of "wuv" confuses and infuriates us! - Futurama All I can do is be me. Whoever that is. -Bob Dylan The Space Between Heartbeats - L/M AU vig http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/28870280 !!11!1eleventy
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RedGold Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 3/14/06 3:17am Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU - short story
	oooooooo.... I'm game! -----signature----- Legend... Recluse... Forgotten... Will one day return... http://www.starwarsfanfic.com
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aldocassidy Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 3/14/06 10:27pm Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU - short story
	Fascinating premise (and great song to boot). I see this is an AU where Luke still hasn't lost that childish, whiny, side to him yet. Please PM me when you update at your convenience. Thanks!
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 3/15/06 7:26am Subject: RE: Not My Father's Son - A Luke AU - short story - Date Edited: 3/22/06 9:11am (2 edits total) Edited By: VaderLVR64
	ginchy Thank you! PonyTricks It's fun to mess with Luke's mind. ThePariah I'll take that as a compliment! And thanks so much for the bunnies, they're following me everywhere! Inara Actually, it was incredibly fun to write Mara in this universe! pat_skywalker39 Short story, the bunnies were relentless! Feng_Huang My muse conspired against me and fed the bunnies... Jade_Pilot Thanks! I hope you like it! JadeLotus It will get even more so later on. alexissteele I'm very evil, ask around, they can tell you! Gabri_Jade Mara has been the most fun to write! I couldn't believe it. RedGold Hooray, another victim...er, reader. aldocassidy AND he's drunk, so expect a lot of whining in the immediate future! Chapter 2 “You’ve done quite well, Mara Jade,” Vader said as she led Luke into the room. “You’ll be suitably rewarded, of course.” Finally, the enormity of what was happening pierced through his comfortable alcoholic fog, and he felt terror start to bloom within him. He started to struggle against the woman’s durasteel grip and got a sharp rap on his head for his trouble. Already unsteady on his feet, Luke swayed and felt his knees begin to buckle and stomach rebel. Not that he had had anything to eat lately, of course, but his belly still lurched and threatened to put on quite a show. He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall, taking a moment to glare at her. She sneered slightly and looked through him as if he was merely part of the wall, and Luke unexpectedly felt stung by her obvious derision. He swallowed hard, somehow reluctant to lower her opinion of him further by vomiting on the floor at her feet. Arica – or Mara, whatever her name was, seemed to sense his predicament and her smirk told him that she found it amusing. He turned his eyes to the armored figure at last, his long-lost father, though that thought sent a shudder through him that had nothing to do with his uneasy belly. “How’d you find me?” he said, the words coming out slurred and slow. The helmet turned to the woman. “How long before he’s sober?” Vader asked as if Luke was not there at all, which Luke heartily wished was true. Mara studied dispassionately him for a moment, and Luke felt himself shrink beneath her regard. “Give him a year or two and he should be just fine,” she said at last, in a voice heavy with contempt. Luke sensed that she never allowed herself to feel much weakness, much less show it and she felt nothing but disgust for him – his weaknesses were on open display, after all. For the first time in many years, Luke Skywalker felt ashamed. Vader’s helmet hung low on his chest for a moment, his disappointment in his only son and heir quite clear. A mechanical sigh issued from the mask and he straightened. “Get him to my ship and into the sick bay,” he ordered. “I’ll talk to him once he’s not…drunk.” His father’s obvious repugnance only amused Luke, who had to repress a foolish smile. As Mara led Luke back out the door, he looked over his shoulder and could not resist shouting out to his father’s retreating back, “What? No toast to our happy little family reunion?” Luke laughed loudly. “Well, I’ve gotta tell you, Dad, this has just been wonderful, getting together and talking about old times... It’s been a real blast!” His father’s steady pace did not falter, but Mara jerked Luke by the arm, causing him to stumble. “Listen, you might be his son,” she snapped. “But that doesn’t mean he won’t kill you. Don’t be stupid and you just may live to see next week.” Still feeling the vestiges of a pleasant buzz from the evening’s alcohol consumption, Luke was moved to a response that was more honest than he would have usually given. “But what if I want him to kill me?” he asked quietly. Mara shook her head and quickened her pace. “Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal,” she said. “If he doesn’t, I will. Now step it up.” **************************** Mara deposited Luke roughly on a seat in the shuttle and executed a flawless lift-off, though the winds had picked up. With a pang, he remembered when he, too, could have flown so effortlessly. But being drunk most of the time had dulled his reflexes and now he would only manage to get himself killed if he got behind the controls of a craft, even a lumbering shuttle. He held up his hands and waved them. “What? No restraints?” She looked over her shoulder at him and rolled her eyes. “I hardly think they’re necessary, not in your condition.” Luke sat back against the seat and shrugged. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” “I always am,” she answered with serene assurance. “Where’re we going?” he asked, more to keep the conversation going than because he really cared. His destination did not make a difference. “To your father’s ship. Don’t you listen?” she replied quietly. “Now why don’t you be a good boy and just take a nap?” “Not tired,” he grumbled sulkily. A particularly colorful curse escaped her before she sighed heavily. “Well I’m tired of you,” she muttered. “Why don’t you just quit being such a-” His words stopped abruptly when she whirled around and there was a lightsaber blade humming at his throat. “Finish that sentence and I’m gonna have to come up with a good excuse to give your daddy when I explain that you got off this shuttle in more pieces than when you got on,” she said in a quiet, dangerous voice. “Got it?” He gave a minute nod of his head, his eyes locked on hers. Luke felt sweat drip down his nose and then it fell on the saber blade where it sizzled disconcertingly. Swallowing hard, he moved a bit to the side but the blade followed him. Suddenly, Luke felt very sober indeed and was not pleased at all. “Got it?” she repeated, bringing the blade just a tiny bit closer. “Got it,” he rasped. The blade disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared and she turned back in her seat, as calm and composed as if she had given him her dinner order. His hands came up to touch his throat, searching for any injury. “I didn’t even come close,” she informed him. “Don’t be such a youngling.” Guiltily, his hands fell down to his lap. He stared ahead, and watched the Star Destroyer get bigger and bigger in the distance. Luke swallowed hard, realizing that once he was safely on his father’s ship he would truly be at Darth Vader’s mercy. That was the problem though, wasn’t it, he mused. Darth Vader did not have any mercy. And he did not deserve any. ******************** The Executor… His father’s ship, Luke’s prison. Mara deftly maneuvered the shuttle into a landing bay and the little craft lightly touched down. Luke took a deep breath and briefly closed his eyes, reaching in vain for the serenity that a Jedi is entitled to claim. He was no Jedi, however, and the Force knew it, refusing his weak, tentative gesture. The woman looked at him with something like pity in her green eyes, and Luke was surprised to discover that he preferred her disgust to her pity. “Come on,” she said gruffly as her gaze slid from his. Perhaps she preferred that emotion as well, Luke guessed. He walked quietly at her side, taking in the white-armored troopers, the gray-uniformed Imperials, and the sheer vastness of his father’s ship. Even if he escaped his cell, how would he escape the Executor? His head began to pound and he wished fervently for a bed and a few hours of quiet. Maybe his cell would have a bunk of some sort, he thought hopefully. Then Mara Jade stopped in front of a set of huge double-doors and opened them. Inside was a sickbay, much like the one he had been in after the Wampa attack on Hoth. This one was larger, and warmer at least, and it bustled with more activity. A white-coated medic bustled up and gave Mara a deferential smile. “Jade,” he said with a short nod of his head. Something in the man’s brown eyes gave Luke pause and he stared at the medic. “Jun, this is the Emperor’s son,” she explained. The medic’s eyes widened and he carefully studied Luke, from his worn, muddy boots to his grimy, unshaven face. Jun stepped closer and then sniffed delicately. His expression became haughty. “This is Lord Vader’s son?” he asked, clearly shocked. Luke grinned and held out his hand. “Yeah, I know! I don’t look a thing like the old man,” he said cheerfully. “But he’s probably gonna fit me for some armor of my own soon and maybe then you’ll see the family resemblance.” Rolling her eyes and sighing in exasperation, Mara gave him a light slap on the arm. Luke rubbed the injured portion of his anatomy and frowned. “You don’t have to be so mean,” he muttered, knowing he sounded utterly childish. “Don’t push me, Skywalker,” she ground out before turning to the medic once more. “This is Lord Vader’s son,” she repeated, as if to remind both men of that fact. “And he’s an alcoholic, so you’re going to have to dry him out.” Once again, Luke felt the unfamiliar surge of shame rise within him. It was one thing to call himself a drunk, quite another to have her do it for him. Unconsciously, he straightened and rubbed his hand over his stubbled jaw. A shave would be in order, he decided, a shave and a long shower. Mara continued to talk to Jun, her voice frosty and impersonal, as if she was warning the man to keep his distance. That made no sense to Luke and his head hurt too much to try to make sense of it, so he let their conversation drift into the background and studied his surroundings. So his father was sending him the sickbay first, not the cell where he would surely end up. Luke knew he was not sick, however, not unless having lost all hope made one ill. Perhaps it did, but there was no medicine in the galaxy for it that he knew – except maybe death. Death cured everything. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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