Link to the Past

Revelations Part II

After the Battle of Hoth, despite his sudden promotion, Piett had the premonition of Luke going to Dagobah.

"I know where Luke is, or at least where he's going."

Vader looked at him.

"Where?"

"To train. I can meet him there. You know he won't go within a mile of you or this ship."

The Dark Lord nodded.

"Go."

Piett changed into his civilian clothes and took his ship to Dagobah. He arrived in the rain to find Luke inside Yoda's hut.

"You're that Jedi from the diner," Luke said.

He sat down, bowing his head to his Master, before replying.

"More or less. Name's Firmus, Firmus Piett."

"Luke, but I told you that before."

Piett nodded, smiling slightly.

"So what brings you here, Luke?"

"Would you believe me if I said a ghost?"

He thought for a moment then smiled.

"A dream of my long dead father brought me here, so yes I would."

Luke chuckled.

"So,... what do you know about my father?"

"Not as much as I would like to, I'm afraid."

The Rebel looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

Brown eyes met sky blue ones.

"Anakin Skywalker is my half-brother."

Luke stared at him, wide eyed and opened mouthed, in shock.

"W-What?"

"Anakin Skywalker is my half-brother. We have the same mother, Shmi."

Piett then said nothing else, letting the news and shock sink in.

"So... you're my uncle?" the young man asked after a few minutes.

The admiral nodded.

"Wow."

Piett smiled.

"So, if you're my uncle, why do you have a different last name?"

"Well, your father had already left Tatooine by the time I was born, he and my own father never knew about me. After I was born your grandmother asked a visiting friend of hers to take me with her so I could have a better life than what my mother could have given me. So she took me, and I was adopted into the Piett family. I was told the truth when I was fifteen, and by then it was too late to meet my mother or Anakin."

Luke nodded in understanding.

The next morning, Luke went outside to wait for his training to start to see Piett doing warm-ups.

"Not bad," he called.

Piett smiled and flipped from his one-handed handstand to his feet. Luke's eyes widened in surprise and admiration.

"Wow. I'm impressed."

His uncle chuckled.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to do that too someday, most likely very soon."

"I hope this training doesn't take too long."

Piett walked over to the young man.

"Why are you interested in being a Jedi, Luke?"

"Mostly because of my father. I want to be like him."

Which side of him? Piett thought dryly.

"Also, if I become a Jedi I'll be able to avenge my father."

Piett stared at his nephew.

"What do you mean by 'avenge'?"

Luke's eyes hardened.

"Kill Vader."

The admiral swallowed quietly. That was what he had been afraid of.

"I see. Luke."

"Yeah, Uncle Firmus?"

He paused to allow a small smile. Luke had been rather accepting of him as his uncle.

"Do you honestly think that a few months of training will be enough for you to defeat Vader, who is no older much older but also much stronger and far more experienced that you?"

His nephew was silent, thinking that over.

"Vader's killed fully trained Jedi Masters, Jedi who have trained their entire lives. A few months, even a few years, won't be enough for you to beat him, he has nearly forty years experience."

The young Jedi-in-training scowled.

"I don't have any other choice, Uncle."

"I know, but-"

Luke cut him off.

"And why are you trying to talk me out of this? It's almost like your defending him or something. I would have thought you'd want him dead just as much as I do."

"Luke, that's not the point. My point is; do you really expect to stand a chance against him when he has the advantages of strength, power, control, and experience?"

The young Skywalker frowned.

"It's only chance I've got, so I guess we'll find out, won't we?" he asked snappily.

Piett sighed.

"All right, fine. You've made up your mind, and I can see there's no convincing you otherwise."

Just like your stubborn as a bantha father, he though wryly.

The weeks passed as they trained, and both Luke and Piett grew stronger. Piett often assisted in the early lessons since he had already had them. Finally, Yoda brought them to a cave.

"I feel cold. What is this place?"

"Into the cave you must go, Luke. Your weapons leave. Need them you will not."

Luke looked at their Master as if he had grown another head and walked into the cave with his weapons. Yoda sighed softly, and Piett sat down next to him.

"What's in the cave, Master?"

"Strong in the Darkside the cave is. Show younger Skywalker his own Darkside it will. A test it is."

They sat in silence for a few moments, or as silent as it could get on Dagobah.

"Will you send me in there as well?"

Yoda shook his head and looked at his older student.

"No. Face the Darkside everyday you do. In tuned to Vader's darkness you are. Connect you to it your link with him does."

He gave his teacher a confused look.

"I don't understand."

"When angry Vader is, when using the Darkside, feel it do you?"

Piett thought for a moment.

"I feel... something."

"Feel what do you?"

He paused to think of how to describe what he would feel.

"I feel... cold and... almost... hollow."

Yoda nodded.

"Powerful the Darkside is, but leaves one empty and broken it does."

The ancient Jedi then sighed, his ears drooping a little.

"What is it?"

"Failed the cave's trial young Skywalker has."

Piett sighed softly as Luke emerged.

Days later, Luke had a vision of his friends in danger. After much arguing, Luke left to go after them with Piett following. They landed atCloudCityon Bespin. Once inside, Piett felt the presence of his brother. He sent a mental nudge across their bond.

/Welcome back./ came Vader's mental voice.

/Luke is with me./

There was pause.

/Bring him to me. I am in the carbon freezing chamber./

/I'll see you soon./

"Luke, this way."

Knowing that Piett was older, wiser, and further in his training that he was, Luke followed his uncle down to the carbon freezing chamber. The lights turned on, revealing the hulking figure of Darth Vader.

"The Force is with you, young Skywalker, but you are not a Jedi yet," the metallic bass rumbled loudly, echoing slightly in the chamber.

Luke calmly walked towards him and activated his lightsaber. Vader's own red blade hummed into existence. Behind him, heard Piett activated his own weapon and smirked. His uncle would help him defeat this monster.

"Put it away, Luke."

His smirk vanished, and, without thinking, he turned to face his uncle.

"What?"

"Put it away," Piett repeated, his lightsaber pointed at the young Jedi.

"But how am I supposed to fight him without my lightsaber?"

The admiral shook his head.

"You're not. We don't want to hurt you, Luke. Now put it away."

Luke looked between Vader and Piett, and it clicked.

"You're... you're an Imperial."

Piett sighed and nodded.

"Yes. I'm Admiral Firmus Piett of the Executor, second-in-command to Lord Vader."

"How can you work for him? He killed my father, your brother!"

Now Vader spoke, making Luke jump, having momentarily forgotten that the Sith was still there.

"No, Luke. I am your father."


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