Piett stared at him, stunned.
"W-what?" he asked, praying that this was some sick prank.
"I am Anakin Skywalker."
Vader watched his brother step back, body tensed to bolt should he find any kind of reason to do so.
"No. It can't be. You... you killed Anakin!"
He could hear the desperation in Piett's voice, trying to convince himself that his commander was lying.
"Search your feelings, Captain. I am Anakin, your brother."
Piett felt only truth. Dizziness swept through him, the floor rushed to meet him, and all went black.
Vader jumped up when the captain fainted. Swearing, his gently lifted his brother and set him in his chair. He didn't blame the younger man for fainting, he would have done the same in his position.
"Captain. Captain, wake up. Piett. Firmus!"
He blinked awake at his first name and jumped at finding Vader so close.
"I know this is a shock for you, Captain, but what I say is true."
Piett swallowed a couple times before finding his voice.
"I... I know,... Anakin."
"However, that does not mean you may call me by my old name."
"I apologize, my Lord."
Vader stepped back, and Piett stood.
He looked at him.
"Our... our mother. What was she like?"
"Another time, Captain. You're dismissed."
Piett left Vader's quarters, his head spinning. He couldn't believe it. Darth Vader and Anakin Skywalker were one and the same. It seemed impossible, but everything in him screamed that it was true. It was hard to process and even harder to accept. The man he had spent the last twenty years believe to be his brother's killer had turned out to be his brother. So many questions burned in his mind.
Why the deception? Why the suit? Why the change?
The destruction of the Jedi was considered to be Vader's greatest conquest. Now that Piett knew that he was Anakin, the destruction of the Jedi now made even less sense than before. Even despite the revelation that they were brothers, he didn't dare to actually ask Vader any of these questions.
The days passed with little to no contact to between the brothers. Then, one evening, Piett was just leaving the bridge for the night when a young Ensign approached.
"Captain, sir," he said, saluting.
He looked at the young man.
"Sir, Lord Vader had requested your presence in his training room."
"Very well. Dismissed."
When he entered Vader's training room he stopped and stared. Vader was battling one of his training droids. Upon sensing Piett he shut down the droid and looked at him.
"You, uh, wanted to see me, sir?"
"Yes. I have something for you."
The captain blinked in surprise.
He followed the Dark Lord over to a cabinet of lightsabers. Vader opened it, took out one of the hilts, closed the cabinet, and held the weapon out to Piett. His brother hesitated, looking from the lightsaber to him.
"It was Qui-Gon's, so it's only right that you have it."
Piett slowly took it with a trembling hand. It was his father's!
"You are strong in the Force. I can teach you to use a lightsaber and the Force."
The captain activated the lightsaber and gave it a few test swings, admiring the emerald blade.
"I'd like that."
So Vader began training Piett. He proved to be a quick learner. Once he had the hang of his lightsaber they made a band to attach it to Piett's right arm. His sleeve was just loose enough to keep the weapon hidden, and he began carrying his lightsaber everywhere.
One day Piett was on the bridge not far from Ozzel. Suddenly, the Force cried a warning, and he saw the image of Ozzel dead. Turning, he saw an Ensign raising a hand as if to touch the admiral's shoulder, but Piett knew better. His lightsaber burst to life before he had even processed calling it to his hand. All eyes were on him, though he didn't notice as he swung at the Ensign. The young man screamed as his hand was severed and fell to the floor, still clutching his knife.
Piett kept his saber pointed at the Ensign's throat.
"Explain yourself," he ordered.
The man glared at him and spat in his face.
"Drop dead, Imp," he growled.
Never moving his blade, he wiped his face off.
"So you're a Rebel."
He turned to some nearby storm troopers.
"Take him to the detention center while I tell Lord Vader."
Piett deactivated his lightsaber as they left the Rebel away and headed for Vader's quarters. After interrogating the Rebel, Vader had everyone swear not to tell anyone off the Executor about Piett's lightsaber, fearing it would catch the attention of the Emperor.
Weeks later, word came that Piett's parents had died in a speeder crash. Vader gave him three months of personal leave.
After the funeral he headed for the wild planet of Dagobah due to urgings from the Force and a dream of his father telling him to go there. Not long after he arrived on the swampy planet he encountered one of the smallest beings he had ever seen.
"Come here many humans do not. Why here are you?"
Piett couldn't help but smile.
"Mainly because of a dream, a dream of my father."
"Oh. Your father. Who is your father?"
"Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn."
The creature's ears twitched as he wasn't sure what he just heard.
"In my dream he told me to come here for more training, I don't know how to do that when there's no one here to train me."
"Yoda. Send you he did to Yoda."
Piett blinked. Master Yoda had been a legend.
"Do you know where I can find him?"
"Yes. Take you I will, but first eat you must. To my home we go. Come, come."
The captain sighed but followed. After a while he noticed that his companion was tiring. He gently lifted him onto his back and followed directions to a small hut. He soon found himself sitting in the hut, which was hardly tall enough for him to sit up straight in, with a bowl of some sort of stew.
"Why wish to become Jedi to do you?"
"Well, I don't. I just want to be able to understand and use the Force."
The creature's face became serious.
"Train this one I cannot."
Piett looked at him, surprised by the sudden change.
"Just because he doesn't want to be a Jedi doesn't mean you cannot train him," said a calm, deep voice, one he recognized from his dream, his father's voice.
Realization dawned upon the Imperial.
"Much fear and conflict in him. Too exposed to the Darkside."
Piett was about to reply when his father's voice cut him off.
"He is strong and has a good heart."
Yoda gave a firm 'humph'.
"Much faith you have in him."
"And why not? He is my son."
"Hmm. Even so, much anger in him there, like his brother."
Piett finally spoke.
"I'm not leaving until I learn something."
"Hmph! Your son he is indeed. Your defiance he had, Qui-Gon."
"Very well. Trained he shall be."
"Thank you, Master Yoda. I won't let you down."
Green eyes locked with brown.
"See we will. See we will."