"Now, go my son…leave me."

"No, you're coming with me." Luke says with determination as he leans in ready to pick up his father again and continue on running. "I will not leave you here, I've got to save you!"

"You already…have." Vader says as his eyes loom lovingly over his son. Luke's heart fills with warmth but he has little time to rejoice, his father is in critical condition and the Death Star was to explode any minute now. They had to get moving!

Luke urges his father to get up, but Vader lightly resists, his eyes glazed with unshed tears as he says his final goodbye.

"You were right about me…you were right. Tell your sister…you were right." Vader-no Anakin, says with his final and dying breath. His eyes close as his body goes limp.

"Father, I won't leave you!" Luke cries, tightening his fists around Anakin's black suit as he brings his head down, his blonde bangs covering his teary eyes.

Luke stares down at his shaky hands, one thing running through his mind.

He failed.

In a way, one might think he's going mad. Failed his father? No his father failed him. But, Luke felt differently. He saw the good in Vader and he failed to have his father realize that before it was…too late.

A deep rumbling echoes throughout the room, and the floor shakes suddenly. Abruptly, it brings the young Skywalker out of his painful thoughts and back to reality.

The Death Star was going to explode.

Looking up at his deceased father for what he presumes will be the last time, Luke feels tears leak down his tanned cheeks.

"Goodbye, Father." He whispers melancholically.

Standing, Luke forces himself to turn around and race out of the room as quickly as possible and not look back. It hurt him, like a knife to the chest, to know that he couldn't even give his father a proper burial.

But, there was simply nothing he could do.

A violent explosion shakes the ground underneath Luke's feet, making the young Jedi fall to the floor.

He quickly scurries up and runs to the fighter jets, hopefully his was still in one piece.

With one foot in front of the other Luke's only goal in mind is his survival. His blood pressure has risen up the roof as he scrambles into a random fighter jet. Another explosion rocks the Death Star and the walls come crumbling down.

Luke ignites the jet and high tails out of there. His hands shake on the controls of the ship and he takes a few deep breathes to steady himself. With a final deep breath, Luke releases his feelings into the Force. All sorrow, worry, and panic is swallowed up by the Force. He needs to concentrate, and with the Force flowing from within him, Luke manages to dodge incoming rubble as he maneuvers his way away from the death star.

A high pitch mechanical squeal is heard emitting from the exploding star base that causes Luke's eardrums to pop. He takes his hands off of the controls and immediately covers his ears in an attempt to mute the horrible noise. He whips his head back to assess the current status of his situation but instead he is blinded by white light. Panic floods throughout the blonde, as he now has no control of his ship in an area full of meteoroids and obstacles.

The harsh white light envelops his entire being but soon turns soft and almost comforting. The young Jedi can feel the Force laced around his entire being, taking away his panic and filling him with a still calmness only the light side could ever bring. Luke no longer hears the horrible high-pitched noise, but all is silent. He can no longer feel the controls of his ship, nor can he see the void that is space.

All has gone blank, complete and utter white.

His body feels as though he's floating, enveloped in the Force.

Is he…dead? Is this the Force driven afterlife Yoda once told him about?

No, it can't be! He thinks, his thoughts swirling. He had so much left to do. If he were gone, what would happen to Leia? And Han? He had to wake up and get back to them, had to get out of this Force inflicted trance. He still had work to do! Even though Anakin was gone, he still had to help the Rebellion dismantle the Empire. He's the last Jedi, he has to start up the Jedi teaching again and continue to bring balance to the Force and the galaxy. There was still a fight for democracy, and Leia needs his help! He still has to tell her that their father converted to the light side, he has to tell her that their father died an honorable man, not the twisted Sith the galaxy viewed him as.

No matter how much he protested, Luke could not escape this white light, no matter how comforting it felt around him.

He doesn't know how long he stays in this blank canvas state. It could've been seconds, it could've been hours.

Suddenly, the sound of distant traffic fills his ears. His body tenses, for the sound sounds foreign and out of place from the trance that he is in.

The Force around him begins to slip away slowly, and then all at once Luke is hurdled into reality.

The first thing he feels is himself skidding on rough ground, pavement maybe. His facial features scrunch in pain as he knows that the coarse impact is going to leave a mark. The sound of traffic fills his ears and causes his head to hurt from the sudden loud and unexpected noise. He opens his eyes to see hundreds of feet scuttling around him.

"Watch it nerf herder!" A fat slug-like alien yells at Luke.

His eyes widen as he quickly rolls out of the creatures way.

Where the krif am I? Luke thinks as he tries to assess his situation, but to no avail. His head hurts from the fall and from general confusion.

He staggers up dumbfounded as he sees that he's in some kind of city. The setting sun illuminates the towers that loom over his head and seem to go up and up for as far as the eye can see. He seems to have landed in a crowded alleyway filled with bars and clubs, and he's pretty sure he just saw some kind of drug deal take place to his left.

"Move it kid!" Another alien shouts at Luke as he pushes past him.

The blaring sound of traffic and people causes Luke mind to swirl.

He was just in outer space escaping the Death Star's explosion…so how in the Force did he end up on a planet?! He would have remembered something that important!

And also what planet was this?! The system he was in only had deserted planets, there was no way he could have missed a planet as populated as this!

The young Jedi starts to feel dizzy with all these unanswered questions hammering his head. His breathing starts to get heavy and his heart starts to pound in his ears. His vision starts to get blurry as he starts to hyperventilate from confusion and dizziness. He needs to sit down; he needs somewhere quiet to meditate. This is too much for him right now, and he doesn't know how much more of it he can take.

Someone pushes Luke and he falls to the ground for the second time this night.

He grunts loudly, his already sore body taking the violent impact. Gritting his teeth, the blonde is about to lift his head and yell at the person who pushed him down when suddenly the most pure and angelic voice fills his ears.

"Oh my, are you alright I'm so sorry!" A feminine voice says, and Luke lifts his head.

Chocolate brown meets bright blue.

Luke feels a sense of relief wash over him; finally a familiar face.

A/N: Let me know what you all think! I'm such a Star Wars geek you all have no idea. I do hope you enjoy the little introduction to this story! Leave a review and a follow to see more and follow Luke's adventure!

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