Hey guys, sorry this took so long to get out but here's the sequel to "Will of the Force: A Trip Gone Wrong." Hope you enjoy!

Vader drove the transport toward his castle on Imperial Center. Out of all of his real estate throughout the galaxy the large monstrosity towering above most of the surrounding buildings was the one place he spent the least amount of time in. The castle was just as large, dark, and imposing as its owner with two large towers dominating its architecture. Many citizens would avoid the area surrounding it saying that it was bad luck to go anywhere near Lord Vader's home. Next to his castle stood the emperor's palace which was quite similar outside of the height difference. Emperor Palpatine made it a point to ensure his castle was larger than Vader's. Not that Darth Vader minded.

Vader passed his castle and landed in front of the emperor's palace. He knew that he would have to report Luke to him and that if not done soon keeping Luke a secret could prove to become dangerous for the boy.

Luke looked at the palace and then to his father, "Is this your house?" he asked.

"No, Luke, this is the emperor's palace. I must tell him of your presence," Vader replied.

Luke took in the massive building. He was going to meet the emperor! Although, the rebels from the orphanage had called Emperor Palpatine many bad names he was nonetheless excited, or maybe that was fear bubbling in his stomach.

He felt his heart sink at the thought of his orphanage friends. Did they miss him? He hadn't even had a chance to say good bye before leaving with his father. Would they hate him for being the son of a man they called a monster? Luke had never heard the rebels say anything good about his father.

The father and son walked through the corridors towards the throne room in the center of the castle. Luke gawked at the colorful tapestries and holoportraits of important senators and moments of history lining the walls. Every few feet a bust or sculpture appeared on either side of the hall seemingly greeting Luke with distrustful eyes. The onyx walls were trimmed with golden patterns reminiscent of famous Nubian designs.

As they made their way to the end of the hall a large door flanked by two royal guards robed in scarlet stood between them and the emperor. Vader looked down to his son, "Do not follow me in. If summoned do not speak to the emperor unless spoken to first. Is that understood?"

Luke carefully nodded his head still in awe of the large door in front of him. Vader walked up to it and the two guards brought their force pikes up to allow him access to the room. As soon as he stepped in Vader kneeled onto one knee and bowed his head to the emperor. Emperor Palpatine looked down to his apprentice and smirked. He hadn't been expecting a visit so soon.

"Rise my apprentice," he said. Vader rose and looked to his master. Palpatine continued, "To what do I owe this visit, Lord Vader? I expected you would drop off the prisoners and run off on another mission to undermine the rebels."

"Master, there was an unexpected finding on Tatooine. Obi Wan had hidden something very powerful." Vader paused waiting to see his master's reaction to the news. Palpatine seemed uninterested, or perhaps it was distraction, curious as to who Vader had brought along and hidden behind the throne room's door. Vader took it as permission to continue, "He was hiding my son."

Palpatine straightened in his throne, his interest piqued by the boy. It would explain the presence behind the door. The boy seemed to have incredible force capabilities. For Vader to bring him to the Imperial Palace could only mean one thing. "You wish to train the boy?" he asked casually.

"Yes, my master. You promised me you would save my wife and child when I turned against the Jedi and joined the dark side."

Palpatine looked down at his apprentice. Allowing him to train the boy could become problematic but the boy could become a powerful tool to use against Vader. No, he would not allow the boy to be trained by Vader but… "I will not allow you to train this boy. However, I did promise you a family. The boy could be seen as a new hope for the galaxy so to speak. I will allow you to raise your son but you will not train the boy."

Vader looked up to his onetime friend. He was shocked that the emperor would allow this, he must have a plan for the boy's future just like another Tatooine native from long ago. "Thank you, my Master," he said, bowing to the throne.

"Of course, Lord Vader, you do realize that this means you still must perform your duties as diligently as ever. You must not let your son distract you," Palpatine warned.

"I understand."

"Good," Palpatine said with a ghost of a smile tickling his lips. He turned to a guard on his right. "Bring the boy in. I would like to meet him."

The guard bowed and left the throne room. After a few seconds the doors opened back up reveling a young blond haired boy being escorted in by a royal guard. Vader kneeled to one knee hoping his son would see it as a cue. The boy's bright blue eyes widened as he looked up in terror to the emperor sitting on his large throne. He quickly glanced to his father and copied the pose, looking down at the stone floor.

Emperor Palpatine laughed at the boy's gesture, "Come now, my boy. Stand, stand. You are my guest for today." Luke did as he was told but kept his eyes focused on the ground. "What is your name?"

"Luke Skywalker, sir," Luke said.

"It isn't very polite to stare at the ground when talking to someone, Luke." Luke looked up. "That's better. You are always to look me in the eye when speaking to me, is that understood?" Luke nodded his head and mumbled a 'yes'. "I need you to speak up, Luke. I am old and have very bad hearing."

"Yes, sir." Luke said louder this time.

"Good." He turned to the kneeing figure of Darth Vader. "Lord Vader you have a lot to work on with your son. He must learn discipline and respect for his elders. There are plenty of schools for the children of senators on Imperial Center, I am sure one will meet young Luke's needs. You are both dismissed."

Vader bowed and began to walk out the door. Luke half jogged to keep up with him, standing behind him and to the side. His height made it difficult to keep up with his father's long strides. It still didn't seem real Luke. Having Darth Vader, second in command of the empire, scariest man in the universe, as his father. Even the notion of having a father was still fresh in his mind. It was only a few months ago that he was nothing more than the nephew of moisture farmers living on Tatooine. Well, apparently not the nephew of moisture farmers. If anything the kidnapping victim of two moisture farmers. He was still curious about how he had ended up on Tatooine with his father being as powerful a man as he was.

Looking down at his son Vader knew Luke's mind was buzzing with questions. Vader had his own fair share of questions as well. Padmé must have lived just long enough to give birth to their son, if not longer. How had he gone so long without knowing? Was his angel still out there? He knew that at the moment the most important part was to fully gain his son's trust. For now Luke was compliant, mostly due to the fact that he was so overwhelmed with the idea of having a father but sooner or later he would remember Vader's slaying of Obi Wan, a man his son had apparently been attached to.

The pair made their way back through the halls and into transport. Vader piloted it toward his castle. If they had wanted to they could have walked to Vader's castle, however the ship had to be moved into the landing dock. He expertly brought her down into an open spot and opened his and his son's doors with the force. Luke looked in awe at the self-moving door then to his father. "You did that?" he asked.

"Many things can be done with the force," Vader replied.

Luke looked thoughtful for a moment, "Can you tell when people are lying?"

Vader tilted his helmet to his son, "Are you planning on lying to me?"

Luke quickly shook his head, "No! I would never! Uncle Owen always said that lying was bad and to not to do it. It's just I feel like I can tell when people are lying, that's all. Do I have the force?"

Vader didn't know where to begin unpacking the sentence. His son had already been using the force in small ways. He swelled with pride. Of course his son was already able to use the force, he was his son after all. He squashed it down after realizing Palpatine might see his son's gift with the force as a threat. Instead of answering Vader walked into his castle. Luke followed his father pouting about his unanswered question.

The halls of Vader's castle were nowhere near as extravagant as Palpatine's. His walls were bare. A simple coat of black paint was the only covering. The carpet was a bit more exciting, it was a deep red without a single spot of dirt. Luke could clearly tell his father did not spend much time at the estate. They came to a hall with four black doors stretching across it. Luke looked up about to question his father.

"These were meant to be guest rooms. You may choose which ever you'd like. As you are my son I would suspect you'd enjoy the one over there." Vader pointed an index finger towards the end of the hall on the right side. "It has a nice view of the space port. You'll be able to see all of the incoming and outgoing ships land and take off," Vader explained.

"Really?" Luke asked excitedly. He ran down the hall and opened the door. Vader followed his son to see his reaction.

The room was as plain as the rest of the castle. A simple full sized bed clothed in black sheets and a black comforter was pushed to the side of the room further from the door. A black steel bureau stood opposite the bed, leaning against the wall. A personal refresher could be seen through an open door also outfitted with black accents. The only outstanding part about the room was the window Darth Vader had described. Luke could see freighters and starships whip in and out of the spaceport one after another. The rest of Imperial Center was visible too, but Luke only had eyes for the spaceport.

"Thank you, Dad!" he exclaimed. Luke ran up to hug his father but was stopped by a large black glove. Luke looked up at the man, dejected.

"Son, let me make this clear. I do care for you, but I am the face of terror for the empire. Therefore, there will be no hugging, no hand holding, and generally no signs of affection. You will treat me with respect and dignity and only refer to me as 'Father.' Is that understood?"

Luke still felt rejected but nodded his head, "Yes… Father."

Although Vader felt…guilty? Yes, he realized the feeling in his gut was guilt, an emotion that was constantly in the back of his mind since the day he choked his pregnant wife. He felt guilty for hurting Luke but he had to set boundaries. He would not allow his son to guilt trip him anytime he wanted something. But the way he looked at him with those large blue eyes was so similar to the way she once had. Instead of allowing his son to make him feel any worse Vader turned towards the door and began to leave.

"I will have someone drive you to buy more suitable decorations for your room as well as clothing," Vader said.

"Aren't you going to take me?" Luke asked.

Vader could not allow himself to be roped into his son's every desire. He had to draw a line. But his son's pleading eyes gave him some doubt as to whether he was doing the right thing. "You wouldn't want me to go with you," he said.

"Yes I do! I want to spend time with you, Father," Luke pleaded. "Please?"

Pleading seemed to suit his son quite well. But Vader could not bring him to the shopping center. He longed for Luke to have as normal of a childhood as he could despite being the son of Darth Vader. "Young one, I cannot bring you. I have much to do here." Vader took out a comm and typed in a frequency, "MH-117, report to my castle immediately. I have a very important mission for you." He placed the comm back into his belt and began walking down the hall towards an elevator. "Come, Luke."

Luke obliged but still felt as though Vader were rejecting him. "Father, where are we going?"

"We are meeting MH-117 in my conference room," Vader replied.

"Oh," Luke said. "Wait, is that Malcolm?"

Vader looked down at Luke with a tilt of his helmet, "How do you know the Stormtrooper's name?"

"He's the one that saved me from the bombing on Tatooine. I mean he drank a lot and passed out afterwards but if it weren't for him I'd be dead. Well, him and the other one. I don't remember his number but he was a clone trooper and he told Malcolm to pick me up and run," Luke explained.

Vader suddenly remembered the tag he'd picked up from the bombing belonging to a clone trooper. "Was his number KD-030?" Vader asked.

"Yeah, I think so. He was really mean to Aunt Beru and Uncle-," Luke stopped himself before saying the names of his kidnappers, "I guess they weren't really my aunt and uncle, huh?"

To Luke's surprise, Vader shook his head. "In a way, they were. Owen's father had married my mother. The Lars's were indeed your step aunt and uncle."

Luke's face shifted in confusion. It helped him knowing that his guardians weren't being totally untruthful but he still wanted to know how he ended up on Tatooine. Why had he been separated from his father for six years? Had his father just abandoned him on Tatooine as a baby? Luke stopped following Vader as tears filled his eyes. "What is wrong, young one?" Vader asked.

Luke sniffled, "It's just…why did you abandon me for six years? How come you didn't look for me?"

Vader wanted to avoid these questions just as he had earlier but knew he had to somehow reassure his son that everything would be alright. With a sigh his voice box wouldn't register he knelt down to his son's level. Force the boy was short. Vader doubted he would grow much past the height of Padmé. Shaking the thought from his head he said, "Luke, I will only tell you of my past this once so listen very carefully. Do you understand?"

"Why?" Luke asked.

"It is not a pleasant subject for me," Vader responded. Luke nodded his head and allowed Vader to tell his tale. "I was born on Tatooine to my mother and of the force. We were slaves to a Toydarian named Watto for most of my childhood until the Jedi found me and took me away from my mother. I was trained by my master in order to fight in the Clone Wars. It was in the fledgling days of the war that I secretly married your mother, Padmé Amidala of Naboo. We had to keep our love a secret as the Jedi order did not believe in attachments.

"The war seemed as though it would never end. Your mother and I were separated for many months at a time. I finally killed Count Dooku and set the end of the war into motion. When I returned from the war I received the happiest news of my life. I was going to be a father. However before that day came the Jedi attempted to assassinate the then Chancellor Palpatine, the current emperor. I was able to defeat them and then pledged myself to Palpatine's teachings.

"In order to secure the rise of the empire I traveled to a molten planet filled with lava that was the current base of the separatist movement. Unknown to me, Padmé followed me there along with my former master." Vader paused his story for a moment trying to figure out how to continue it. He had left out details of his nightmares from before Luke's birth but how could he tell the boy his very mother had been the one to betray him and bring Obi Wan? How could he tell his son that his father had been the one to kill his mother?

"Father?" Luke asked after waiting for his father to continue.

Vader looked into his son's eyes. "He betrayed me and is the reason I'm in this suit. We fought and he cut off my limbs. As he left he stole your mother. She had been knocked unconscious and was barely alive. I was told she died before you were born."

Luke was trying to absorb all of the information given to him. His parents had truly loved each other. His father had been betrayed by his master. That must be why he was so angry all the time. But he was still curious about one thing.

"You were Watto's slave?" Luke innocently asked. Watto had been the nice man who helped his family dodge imperial questioning back on Tatooine. He had mentioned Luke's father in his little store. He had even given him a name. "So, you really are Anakin Skywalker," Luke whispered.

Vader stood up and continued walking towards his conference room. Luke was beginning to suspect that his father only avoided him when he was right about something. If his father really was Anakin Skywalker, a man who rebels idolized, and also Darth Vader, a man who terrified rebels, then where did that leave him?

Sorry it's a bit short but I swear the second chapter will be up soon and is much longer