Luke POV
I swung my saber at him, and he cut off my hand.
"OW KRIFF!" I screamed.
"You sound like a clone. How 'bout I offer you a job. Clones like credits. Me... you... Master/Apprentice..." Vader said.
"So you are saying that AFTER you cut off my hand!"
"Yes. I am taking you as mine. You can only be a true Skywalker if you get your hand cut off by your enemy."
"But... you just offered me a job? This makes no sense. Start over, please."
"I am your Father."
"Wait, what? Why didn't you say this the first time around? But on the other hand... I HAVE A DAD!? OBI-WAN SAID YOU WERE DEAD!"
"He left me for dead. He claims I am evil when he left me. He wasn't the only one either. My wife, or your mom, Padme, left me. And my padawan Ahsoka also left."
"That's horrible, Daddy," I replied sadly.
"Don't call me Daddy. You call me Master or Lord."
"Yes Master Daddy."
"That's just sounds weird and wrong, Luke."
"I said it how I want it, Daddy."
"Oh, oh..."
"Sweet home Alabama, wait, erm— Tatooine."
"I won't even ask."
"I WANT TO BE YOUR APPRENTICE, DADDY!"
"I said, call me Master or Lord."
"BUT YOU ARE MY DADDY."
"You mean Daddy, or Daddy?"
"Daddy."
"Um, sure, I guess."
"YESSSSSS DADDY VADER!!!!!!"
Vader helped me up, and called me his Naboo Prince. We had a good rule and we got married on Naboo. He is nicer than everyone thinks. He is my dad, but also my daddy.
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Weird Ships - Star Wars
Fiksi PenggemarThis is the book where strange and illegal ships are stored. Beware, some ships are platonic, romantic, and sexual! Yes, you can ship these ships! They just have some flaws. I don't own Star Wars or it's characters. I don't own any of the characters...
