For conversations sake, we can assume that the first two episodes of the original trilogy happened close to the way they actually did, with some crucial changes. Flashbacks: 0 BBY Grand Moff Tarkin sat in his private office on the recently completed Death Star. Before him, a holographic image showed a cloaked figure addressing an unseen crowd. Tarkin stroked his chin as he listened to his emperor address the assembled senate on Coruscant, the imperial capital. "For many years now," said the hooded image of Emperor Palpatine, "the senate has served me well, and I am beyond grateful for your service during these dark times." Far from the Death Star, in the round Senate Arena, Palpatine stood on a large, central oid, the very same one he had stood on for the last thirty years. First, he had been the chancellor of the Old Republic, heading the galaxy during the terrible Clone Wars. Then, after the war, he had declared himself emperor, and branded all Jedi as traitors to the galaxy. The titles were no different to Palpatine, either way, he had been in control of the galaxy. But now, as emperor, there were no Jedi, no petty political restraints, no constitutions, to stand in his way of the power that he deserved. Beside Palpatine on the pod were the Speaker of the House, the Blue Chargin Mas Amedda, and his personal aide, the bald female Sly Moore. All the senators listened to his latest address, the majority with the utmost loyalty, but some, Palpatine knew, held his rule in contempt. Those senators had been kept around this long out of need, but now, times had changed, and soon, they'd all be dealt with. "The existence of the wicked Jedi order has continued to haunt us these past twenty years," the emperor continued his speech, "but now, thanks to our formidable military, we have at last defeated the remaining traitors and brought justice to the old republic. He shook his fist vigorously as he spoke, smiling with his ugly, deformed face as the mobs surrounding him cheered the same familiar cheers that he had heard these long years. "Therefore," Palpatine said, "the senate can now be disbanded, and we can continue to prosper no longer as separate systems, but as one single unit!" The majority of senators continued to cheer loudly. Palpatine cackled to himself. At last, the galaxy and everything in it was truly his. Several minutes later, Tarkin's personal comlink beeped. The commander of the Death Star pressed it. "My lord," he said with great reverence as the smaller hologram of Palpatine appeared. Among a select few, including Tarkin, Palpatine was able to discard his public persona and live in his true identity, that of the powerful Sith Lord Darth Sidious. "Governor Tarkin," spoke the raspy voice of the aging monarch, "has Vader managed to recover the stolen plans?" "I don't believe so, lord Sidious," Tarkin replied, "he has yet to find the rebel base as well." It gave him pleasure to be able to point this out to the emperor, to show who truly was the empire's greatest enforcer. "No matter," Sidious declared, "The power of our great superweapon will be able to withstand any rebel attack." "Yes, My lord," replied Tarkin. He still found it amazing how thoroughly the emperor thought everything out, how his plans never failed. "Without the senate," Sidious said, "nothing left remains of the weakee order. We have done what we had to do, for the benefit of the galaxy." And as usual, Tarkin believed him. And now... 4 ABY The Imperial fleet hovered over the Wookiee planet Kashyyyk. The mighty Star Destroyer Executor circled around the forested world's atmosphere, while an armada of smaller Destroyers followed. Emerging from the hangar of the Executor was a class A Imperial shuttle, descending to the surface of Kashyyyk. Soon, a group of Tie Fighters accompanied it as the shuttle prepared to land. On the surface of Kashyyyk, an entire legion of storm troopers and officers assembled around the shield generator that protected the city world Coruscant, many light years away. They all stood attention as the shuttle approached the sandy surface of Kashyyyk. From the generator's entrance came a single man of average height, wearing the uniform of a senior imperial officer. Moff Jerjerrod watched nervously as Lord Vader's personal ship made contact with the ground, and stopped in front of the shuttle. Jerjerrod bowed, awaiting the Sith Lord's exit. Slowly, the ship's hatch opened, and the sound of ominous breathing could be heard by all imperials presence. Not a single one, despite the helmets and stony expressions, was free of terror at the presence that was coming out of the shuttle. The black-armored Darth Vader walked out of the hatch, motioning for Jerjerrod to rise. The Moff followed Vader down the line of Imperials, who did not break stride. "This is an unexpected pleasure, my lord," Jerjerrod said carefully. Deep down, he knew that Vader never would visit the generator unless something was wrong. When lord Vader was dissatisfied with something, people would pay. "I trust that your men are prepared for the oncoming rebel invasion," Vader replied in his deep voice, through his mask. "I promise, my lord," Jerjerrod replied timidly, "that nothing can penetrate our defenses." "The emperor is not so sure," warned Vader, stopping to turn and face Jerjerrod, "he fears that Luke Skywalker may once again outwit our forces." Jerjerrod understood the hidden threat. If Skywalker were to assist with the rebel attack, then he was to personally hand the boy over to Vader. If not, then he would suffer greatly. "With all due respect, Lord Vader," Jerjerrod said, hesitating before he spoke, "how do we know that the boy will come here?" "Leave that to me," Vader replied with awesome confidence, "the powers of the force are not to be underestimated." With that, he left the Moff standing outside the generator and entered, heading towards his private chamber. Kashyyyk had been long intertwined with galactic history. It had served as the location of one of the Clone Wars' last great battles, led by Master Yoda against the Separatist droid army. The Wookiees had won the battle, but the Imperial military had soon put down their resistance. The remaining Wookiees remainded in hiding on Kashyyyk, waiting to be exterminated. Vader entered his meditation sphere and sat down. He closed his eyes behind his helmet and cleared his mind. Of course, Vader was never able to do this for very long. The same two faces always came back to gin. One face, he had not seen in many years, but in his weaker moments, would give anything to touch again. Memories and feelings of Padme had grown dim over the years, but Darth Vader had long known that he would never fully be able to drive her from his mind. He knew his feelings of love, however deeply buried, would be his undoing if he did not master them, something he had not managed in forty years of using the Force to his will. The other face, he saw every day, and could not stand to see again. It was a face that had lied to him since Vader was a small boy of one, and that Vader had believed even after he had been tricked into thinking that he could be happy. If only he hadn't listened to Palpatine, if only he had stayed... Vader could not allow those thoughts. Aside from him being sure his master could sense them, Vader knew that any resemblance to sentiment would weaken him, especially now that he has a son. Luke...his son. The son that he had recently discovered, the son that he would rule the galaxy with once they had killed Palpatine. Their rule would not be based on fear, but on love, the same love that had driven him to try and save Padme. Vader reached out with the Force, calling to his son. Luke' was very far away, on the planet that he and his father had both been raised on, the desert world of Tattooine. Vader had felt a personal bond through the force with Luke ever since he had revealed the truth to the farm boy, that he was his father. Luke hade refused to join him and risked his life to escape. Vader would not give up. He had sensed the dark potential in his son and knew that together, they could restore the galaxy to its days of glory. Luke...Vader continued reaching out to his son. Father...Luke thought as he activated his recently built lightsaber, in front of the exile home of Obi Wan. Luke's new saber shine bright green. Luke tried to shut the voice out of his head, but as usual, was unsuccessful. Luke...you cannot escape your destiny...Vader said via the Force. Father...Luke thought as he swung his lightsaber through the air, why? That why meant a lot to Luke. Why did his father, the great Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, turn to the dark side. Why did Obi Wan lie about it. Why was life so hard for Luke. Sometimes, Luke missed his old life, on his uncle's moisture farm, on this very world. But no, he knew that he truly belonged with the rebellion, and the Jedi order "Luke," General Leia Organa interrupted as she stepped outside the hut, accompanied by the Wookiee Chewbacca. "We're ready to go." "I hope this works," Luke said anxiously, looking in the direction of Jabba's palace. "It will," Leia promised, stoking his arm as he deactivated the blade. Luke stared back at her. He had loved her for years, since he had laid eyes on her hologram. He sensed that Leia returned his feeling of affection, but at the same time, he sensed that her heart rested elsewhere... it was all so complicated, especially right now. "Good luck, you two," Luke said as Chewie barked in affection. They al knew what depended on this mission, that they weren't abandoning the war for nothing. Their friend Han was in that palace, and they would not leave until he was free. "See you soon," Leia said, leading Chewie down the path that Lando, and the droids had taken to Jabba's palace. Luke stared after them until they disappeared. Then he returned to his lightsaber practice, and the voice that haunted him.