The now familiar voice rang through the room,

"If you will not fight, then you will meet your destiny."

The lightsaber hurtled towards Luke, hitting the the structure he was on.
Luke felt pain against his back as he slid against the ramp onto the floor, he heard the harsh breathing once again as he forced his upper body off the floor.

The steps vibrated against stairs as the evil laugh of the emperor rang,

"Good..."

Luke moved against the floor feeling his energy return slowly until he rushed towards the column furthest from the breathing that had mixed with his.

The air had somehow stood still as Luke struggled to calm his breath and remain motionless.

"You can not hide forever, Luke."

"I will not fight you."

"Give yourself to the dark side, it is the only way you can save your friends..."

Luke closed his eyes as he centered his mind and tried to calm down, he had to win against Vader, whether that ment bringing Anakin Skywalker back, or letting him die along with Vader. He couldn't let his friends die.

"Yes, your thoughts betray you, your feelings for them are strong..."

If he let Vader win, the rebellion— his friends, his sister, L... No he couldn't-

"Specially for...sister!"

Luke cursed in himself as he opened his eyes in sheer terror.

"So you have a twin sister...your feelings have now betrayed her too."

The embodiment of Luke's now terror continued to speak,

"Obi-wan was wise to hide her from me, now his failure is complete."

Steps moved away from Luke, in the very search for him,

"If your will not turn to the dark side, than perhaps she will!"

Anger consumed Luke in an instant before he realized he was screaming in anger and striking the dark figure he'd been hiding from,

"Nooooo!"

Fear of Vaders words set of a blackness within Luke as he beat his lightsabre desperately against Darth Vader's, making him retreat to a close enough abyss. Luke saw his chance at victory, a chance to stop everything Vader had insinuated. Leia, no, the Emperor would not get his sister.

Vader fell back and struggled to keep the angle of his lightsaber to protect himself from Luke. Luke again striked angerly and just as he cut through the dark lord's arm, he'd realized he was engulfed in the very feelings he'd been trying to control.

The smell of burn circuits and sound of a wheezing and desperate breath trying to be regained brought Luke back to the sight of smoke leaving his masked father's arm.

The voice that had been calling at the back of his head was now being played outloud through evil sounds of glee,

"Good...good. Your hate has made you powerful..."

Luke looked around shocked at what he had done, he thought of the word powerful that continued to boom in his head.

"Now fulfill your destiny and take your father's place at my side."

Realization struck Luke as he saw his father's now gone mechanical hand and brought his own hand to his face, staring at at him breathlessly.

No, not powerful he realized, the hate and anger... The dark side hadn't made him powerful, it had turned him into a monster. He brought his hand back down and and turned off the lightsaber.

"Never,"

He shook his head softly not taking his eyes off the emperor and throwing the saber behind the him,

"I'll never turn to the dark side."

Taking a step forward, he stuck his chest out in pride,

"You have failed your highness. I am a Jedi,"

He leaned his head back towards Vader an instant,

"Like my father before me."

His breath was still quick as his heart pounded against his chest, not moving his clear blue eyes away from the emperor. The old man's already deformed face seemed to be creased in an instant with deeper marks of anger and age that before.

"So be it, Jedi."

The man pointed his finger at Luke, bringing both his hands before him and starting to part them as he spoke,

"If you will not be turned; you will be destroyed."

Bolts of lightning ran towards Luke before he even saw them coming and he was thrust against the edge of the abyss.

Vader's harsh breathing distanced from Luke's ears, making him think not only had his hearing begun to fail him but that he had died. He began to feel his own body before struggling to get up, not even sure if he was truly making an effort.

"Young fool, only now at the end... Do you understand."

The Emperor's already grim appearance darkened and his fingers rose before him again and agonizing pain surrounded Luke.

"You feeble powers are no match for the dark side."

Luke harshly fell forward in an attempt to keep safe from the edge that threatened his life,

"You will pay the price for your lack of vision."

Pain again surrounded Luke as her curled against the floor and called to the only help he could hope for,

"Father! Please!"

He cried desperately while he still could as he felt the thunder crippling him little by little every second that passed. His body seemed to weaken as he became bruised in pain he could only whine and grunt as the electrical shock continued to claim his body.

"Now,young Skywalker... you will die."

The shock waves seemed more powerful than before now and everybit of Luke buzzed with pain as memories surged through him, some his own, some of what he'd imagined his mother to be like, the reflection in her eyes of his then heroic father. The pain he'd felt in his body was now replaced by memories until he could remember feeling no more than peace.

Vaderes rasped breathing settled as he watched the Emperor brush his fingertip against his palm, and almost gleefully spoke,

"Power..."

The Emperor was about to push Luke's dead body into the empty void that was space but Vader force held his body from the abyss with his remaining hand.

"Master, I think it's best we not dispose of the body yet. We could use it to get to the sister."

Emperor Palpatine looked closely at his apprentice before turning back to his throne,

"I hope it is your better judgement speaking Vader not a clouded sense of emotion. I could feel you on a verge of betrayal."

Vaders breathing filled the room with noise, he looked towards Luke, and pulled him onto the stable ground.

"Forgive me, my master."

The emperor took no care in the apology and continued on his way to the exit,

"It seems in any moment the rebel fleet will be successful, go to Endor immediately and bring the sister before me. I will tell you of my location when you inform me of her capture."

A worried officer came and saluted nervously,

"My lord, the captain has informed me that the rebel fleet has gotten past the sheilds-"

"Prepare my ship."

The officer saluted,

"As you order my Lord. But what are we to do about-"

"Send as many fleets necessary to get rid of them, prepare my ship. And... Bring in another to take care of that body."

"As you order,"

The officer saluted once more and quickly squirried away leaving the Emperor and his apprentice in the room filled with nothing but Vader's breathing.

"Master, who is Skywalker's sister?"

Emperor Palpatine stopped before the door and turned to Vader,

"Perhaps not only your combat skills need to be sharpened Lord Vader. Skywalker's sister is Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan. Now go."

"Yes, master."

Palpatine left just as two men entered ready to dispose the body.

"What do you think you're doing? The body is not to be disposed of. Place it on a medical capsule and seal it within my ship."

•••• Author's Note••••

This is an extended version of the first chapter I posted that I will delete a couple days after uploading this.

Thank you so much for the criticism and reviews, this is ultimately at I wanted to post first but was unable to because of weak Internet access and also I was kinda low on brain cells but now that I'm truly back into Uni :D

Gigira hope this satisfies you, you made great points and thank you so so so much for the amazing review!

Paul Walker's mistress thank you too, I will try my best and you have the greatest username ever xD