My Father, I Love You---Chapter 2
By: Sarah
Luke yawned boredly as his tutor, Sandrea Soundmaker, went on and on about proper diplomatic behavior. Not for the first time, Vader's son wished he could attend a public school instead. However, ever since that one cafeteria incident when Luke was seven, Darth Vader did not trust his son in a public school setting. The ten year-old did not fully understand why. After all, it wasn't his fault the food got up and danced around. He honestly did not see what the big deal was. Finally! His lesson was over! Now he could go have fun!
"Luke!" The mentioned child groaned. His father probably had some hideous task for him to do--like clean his room.
"Yes, Dad?" he managed to chirp.
"Son, I have an important meeting with Admiral Loppin. He will be bringing his daughter, Daylana. I believe her to be ten years old."
"A girl?" Luke was skeptical as to how fun playing with a girl would be.
"I expect you to be on your best behavior."
"Yes, Father..." came the reluctant reply. Vader led Luke into the main hall where Admiral Loppin and Daylana were waiting. Suddenly, Luke heard a high-pitched squeal come from the little girl.
"Oooooh, Daddy! He's so CUTE!" Luke frowned at that comment. Luke Vader was NOT cute! Any reply he could have made was cut off by his cruel and unjust father sending the two children off to play while Vader and Loppin left for the Sith Lord's office.
Daylana wasted no time in latching onto Luke as though she were permanently glued on. Luke hoped not. He sincerely hoped not.
"I know!" said the high-pitched, overly-energetic girl. "We can play Diplomats! You can be the handsome, polite man and I'll be the pretty, polite woman and then we'll fall in love and get married and have kids and..." The tortured boy quickly tuned the annoying girl's chatter out and thought up plans for escape from her evil, possibly deadly, grasp.
"I have an idea!" he happily interrupted. "Let's play Smugglers! I'll be the smuggler and hide...And you can be the Imperial officer sent to find and catch me!"
"I don't know, Luke...That doesn't sound like a lot of fun." Too late. Luke had already disappeared, leaving a very confused Daylana behind. Loppin's daughter blinked several times before setting off to seek and destro--I mean, find Luke.
Darth Vader watched as Admiral Loppin left with his very disappointed daughter, Daylana. It appeared as though Luke had given her the slip. And so began the search of his wayward son. Fortunately for Vader, he knew exactly where the boy was hiding. It often paid to have Force abilities--expecially with a child.
The tall, dark, and imposing man found himself just outside his hangar--a place highly unlikely for a girl to search in. Having opened the door, Vader soon found his son helping the technicians work on his newly designed ship. Ah, but she was a beauty. If Lord Vader laughed, he would have. Luke had heard his respirator, turned around, paled, and gaped at his father. The technicians, who were all used to Mr. Dark Sith visiting the hangar, merely went about their business just as they had been. A gloved finger beckoned his son to him.
"Tell me, Luke," he began. "Why did you hide from Daylana?" He noticed the annoyed expression on his son's face at the mention of Loppin's daughter.
"Because she was so...ANNOYING! Not to mention grabby!" the young one exclaimed to his amused father. "I had to escape, Dad! If not for my life, then for my sanity!"
"You are over-dramatic, my son." (a/n: hee-hoo, hee-hoo)
"'And over-young to fully understand the importance of sanity'," Luke finished. Honestly, the boy'd heard his father say that enough times...
:::::MIDNIGHT::::::
Luke rolled over in his bed only to encounter something warm, solid, and moving. He did the first thing that came to his mind; sat up and yelled.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDD!!!" The being next to him shot up like a light. The door opened, the room's light was switched on, and Luke gasped as he made out the figure next to him. As for who was standing in the doorway...
