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PSL: Naboo

Luke ignored Vader for the rest of the trip.

For a moment, he had almost forgotten who and what he was dealing with. A totally self centred, self absorbed creature of darkness, boiled in rage and suffering who wanted him to convert to his way of thinking and start up a second reign of terror and horror after killing Palpatine.

And in aid of doing that, they were going... to Naboo?

He wasn't really sure why they were on their way there. It was his mother's home world. It was Palpatine's home world. It was a paradise of water and greenery that had produced something so rotten and evil that the galaxy heaved to try and dislodge it from itself.

He stands in the cockpit's doorway, nursing his stump in his left hand and watching hyperspace, preparing for the shock of dropping back out again.

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"He'll simply recover and make his point about his" disappointment," he pauses "quite clear." It probably is extremely familiar for a reason, even with all Vader's answer implies.

Still, he has his own small rebellions, ones he doesn't even consider explaining to Luke. Of all the Masters he's had over his life only one had gotten him this close to being completely subservient.

"Fighting back doesn't have to be actually fighting him."

That should have been obvious.

"I mean... keeping me is fighting back, isn't it?"

"Technically, I was ordered to kill, turn, or capture you." Which he had done. He is just ignoring the 'and bring him to me' part.

And ignoring all other contact as well.

"There are calculations to make. What is worth the price you will pay. What is not." He is quiet a moment, but there is clearly something he's wanting to say, the Force expectant around him.

"... I don't think capturing me was meant to include taking me to visit the family estate on Naboo and letting me have run of the place. Or following where the Force says to go next."

"The villa belongs to the government, but they love her enough to gift it to her." He breathes a moment. "They wanted to make her queen permanently, and gift the monarchy to her children.They wanted to tear their entire government, their near four thousand year traditions, for her."

He understood. He had done the same.

"I'm glad they didn't." He would've made a lousy ruler and inherited power was a sure step to total corruption. "I bet she would've refused."

"She did." He doubted Luke was so unsuited for it - it was mostly education and training. "You might not have even lived here now, she and Queen Organa had plans." While he isn't sure how he felt about that, he does still feel something like grief over the Organas. The death of people who love her diminished her memory - he doesn't want that.

"We didn't think he would start with something so. Important."

Although Jedha and Scarif had come before.

Three uses in a week. It disgusted him. Angered him.

"Was she close to the Organas of Alderaan?"

It's an odd thought, if they were close. That he might've grown up with Leia. Their mothers pregnant together, giving birth within a week of each other.

"Very. More Senator Organa than the Queen, but she was one of the few who knew Padmé was expecting. They were looking into adoption at that time, which they managed clearly. But it was common for him, Mon Mothma, a few others to come to our home for tea." And other things he suspects.

"There's less than a week between Leia and I." She was a little older, at least by birthday celebrations.

"I remember the adoption announcement." It hadn't seemed odd to him. Still doesn't: war creates orphans.

War creates a lot of orphans. "I'm still glad I had the family I had. I know you think I was cheated or something, but I don't feel that way."

"Any child who is forced to grow up on Tattooine is cheated."

He might have opinions.

They might be "we should have taken everyone not a Hutt or a Tusken Raider off that cursed place and used that as Death Star practice".

Luke has already said his piece. He was healthy, he was happy, he was loved.

"I saved another kid from the Pit of Carkoon."

"How?" A genuine interest.

"And how old were you?"

"We were swoop racing. He got too close, lost control. Had to work with some of the other boys to haul him free . I was about... eleven or twelve?"

"Did your aunt know what you were doing?" He can't reconcile what he knew of his stepbrother to imagine Luke was allowed to.

The man reeked of caution, which he probably learned shortly before they had met.

"Force no! I wasn't meant to be out on a swoop. I was only allowed to fly the T-16 unsupervised when I turned fourteen and Owen gave up trying to stop me." And swoops had never been approved of, because swoops were designed to turn people into smears, according to Owen.

"Aunt Beru was always more lenient about me driving and piloting."

"His listened to far too many of your grandmother's stories." About him.

All true.

Especially including the one where his legs ended up on backwards at the thighs.

Karking dug. Scare his mother like that.

"She was the better shot as I recall as well. She grew up there. Owen was raised off planet at least for a while." It doesn't occur to him be may know things about Owen and Beru that Luke doesn't. He'd only met them once, for a few days. Only spoke to them a handful of times after.

"She was. She'd practise on womp rats, took me out to teach me. I think it was my ridiculous confidence at shooting small targets that had them put me in an X-Wing to fly against the Death Star."

"It was the will of the Force." It's said with unshakable confidence, and only once it's out of his mouth does Vader realize he's said it aloud.

He certainly didn't mean to.

"... yes."

He wouldn't have put it that way, but he can feel the truth of it. The Death Star was an open wound in the Force.

"The Emperor can be stopped."

"Did you think I meant keeping him in a jar like a Felucian firefly?"

Together they can stop him, Vader feels he's been fairly upfront about that. Still, he can't quite help the snarky comment.

"I think you flip between thinking he's like, invincible and omniscient, and thinking that if only everyone did what you said, he'd be obsolete and vanish." Okay, not entirely true, but Vader's all over the place, flipping between rage, fury and despair.

"And I'm not going to turn. You can't stop evil by being worse."

In many ways, Luke isn't wrong. "He and his Master engineered the Fall of the Republic and the Jedi. I'm not sure you entirely appreciate that. Both were stagnating, bloated and routing under their own weight and tradition, with bureaucracy and politics fueling the problem, and entwining the two. But they wild have carried on slowly dying for many hundreds of years otherwise, with many suffering." Is not quite respect or awe at what the pair had done - but it's not quite not that either.

"You never lived the worst of Tattooine. No one your age has." He'd done that. It wasn't, isn't enough. But it's...a start? "Eventually no one will. Not there, not anywhere in the Rim."

"But I wild be further if people hadn't gotten in my way." Obi-Wan he means. He'd gone into hiding! Yes, Vader now understands why - the boy. In a strange way (for him) he's grateful, even if poisoniously jealous and angry. But he can't understand why then Obi-Wan left him (twice), why he didn't walk away when Vader gave him chance before.

"I'm not asking you to be worse. But you can't fight a war without bloodying yourself. Or getting dirty."

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