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Hey look, it's a Tony log

Who: Tony and OTA
Where: Kitchen/ Dining car
When: Bassoon 4-ish
What: Tony's cooking meals, making treats, and generally trying to keep himself busy
Warnings: Irreverence and Language? The usual.

The last team had done a respectable job in the kitchen. He'd had few complaints during the last month. However, between himself and the rest of the red team, especially Feanor, people were going to be very well fed this month.

Even though there were plenty of cooks in this kitchen for the month, this particular day Tony had taken over the kitchen. He was only sort of sticking to the recipes he'd been given, preferring to use his own or make them up as he went (shocking, I know). Currently he had three dishes he was working on at once. He had some salmon he was curing to make lox, some gummy candy he was making, and the main dish for the evening meal- whole roasted salmon with herbs and farfalle pasta with asparagus and tomatoes. Thanks to Evie and Feanor, they also had sourdough bread to go along with it and a fancy Elvish dessert.

Off to one side, he had an eggplant out, ready to fix for certain individuals who saw fish and fled in terror.

[ooc: Feel free to catch him at any point of this meal prep, during clean up, or during the meal. Whatever, you guys know I'll tag anything.]

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Luke peered over at him curiously at the mention of Tony's own father, but... there was an odd sense underlying his words, something he couldn't put his finger on. He let it be, for now.

"I do, though he did scare me at first," he admitted. "I was... always very small for my age. Meeting him for the first time was... intimidating."

Tiny eleven-year-old, over six-foot tall man in durasteel armor... intimidating didn't quite cover it.

"Back then, he presented himself as someone that knew my parents," he explained. "He... was the first person to tell me who my mother was, who my father had been. He kept in touch with me for the eight years I was in the Academy, checking up on me, telling me stories about my mother and father. He helped me find some unedited recordings of my mother's speeches."

He paused, smiling faintly. What he wouldn't give to have some of those recordings right now.

"As I learned more, I came to realize what a great commander he was; a great warrior and an amazing pilot," he continued, looking up at Tony again. "He can be tough on others under his command to the point of cruel, I'll never deny that, but he never expects things of others that he wouldn't do himself."

"I'll bet," he agrees, hearing Darth Vader had been intimidating to an eleven year old. How could someone like that not be? Especially if they were real and not just someone in movies.

"What do you think about the fact he was lying all those years?" He asks, glancing up. Would this ever stop being strange that he was talking to someone who's personal history was legendary where he was from? It was unfortunate he didn't have access to movies or music from back home or he could also give Luke some of those speeches. He wondered how accurate they were.

"So you think his methods make sense? The goals something you want as well?"

"I didn't mind," Luke admitted, his smile turning a little sad. "I think... my father isn't very subtle. My best friend at the academy figured it out, more or less, and I think part of me always knew, but I just..."

He trailed off, looking down at his hands again.

"There's a lot of responsibility in being the son of Darth Vader," he finally continued after a moment. "I wasn't ready for that responsibility at the time, so I'm glad he didn't tell me."

Dealing with being the outcast at the Academy and the knowledge that he was Vader's son? He would have cracked and he knew it.

"We both want peace for the galaxy," he continued again. "I know my father had... a different idea of peace before he found me--" To put it mildly-- "but we're on the same page as to what it means now. We both agree the Emperor needs to be stopped, even if that means bringing some of the uglier things my father has done to light."

He could see the kid's point there. He wasn't an expert on Star Wars like the kids were, but he could easily imagine the pressure of being Darth Vader's son would be intense.

"But you survived it and flourished, I'm assuming? At the academy." This was all new, obviously, since it wasn't the Luke Skywalker story he had heard before. That, of course, made this far more interesting.

"How do you plan on achieving that?"

A small, humble grin crept onto Luke's face. "Graduated top honors in both written and practical assessments," he answered. "If my father didn't already have a claim on me, I'm certain just about every TIE squad commander would have been scrambling for me."

But they wouldn't have had a chance to get him; he knew very early that he was going to be part of Black Squadron when he graduated.

Tony's other question got him to blow out a sigh, shaking his head.

"That's... complicated," he answered. "The gist of it is to gather people who are more interested in serving the Empire, rather than just appealing to the Emperor; to subtly shift the tide of war so that Palpatine and his followers are forced to fight a war on two fronts, with the Rebellion on the other side."

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"Attaboy!" Tony grinned at Luke and picked up a wash cloth nearby and tossed it at the kid playfully for that. "It's not you're fault you're the smartest in the academy."

He tilts his head, looking like he's trying to remember something. "Palpatine? Is that.. that's the Emperor?" He could piece it together based on the context. "Isn't one of the powers of the Force that you can read other people's minds?"

Luke laughed at that, easily catching the wash cloth. He turned it over in his hands a moment, a brightness in his eyes, before he held it up with the Force, sending it spinning lazily back toward Tony.

"Yes, Emperor Sheev Palpatine," Luke replied, "and there are defenses for such abilities, though the Emperor is strong in ways even my father isn't sure of. We have to move as cautiously as we can, and stay under the radar."

He gave a helpless shrug at that. "It's about as easy as it sounds."

Which was to say, not easy at all.

Oh hey, that was cool. He let some of that even show on his face.

"Sheev Palpatine? God, he should be murdered just for that name. Sheev." Another slice of mango was handed over. "Speaking of.. are you going to be Darth Skywalker? Luke Vader? Darth WalkingVader? This is an important part of your journey- picking out a badass name. Although anything is better than Sheev so the standard is really low at the moment."

Luke didn't accept the mango piece right away; he was too busy laughing at Tony ridiculing the Emperor's name. It wasn't something anyone dared to do back home, least of all out in the open where just anyone could hear. It was honestly refreshing.

"I'm sticking with 'Luke Skywalker'," he replied, pausing to take a bite. "Though the 'Skywalker' part may get me in trouble in the future, if Palpatine saw fit to call me out as a heretic for being the son of a Jedi. I haven't exactly endeared myself to our 'illustrious' Emperor."

Tony laughs right along with him. He was so pleased the young man had visibly lightened up. Even if he was on the wrong side, it seemed he might be trying to make it right in the end. And who was he to judge? He created Ultron.

"I don't know," he teases. "Sheevy might just be jealous of your name. Maybe you didn't really do anything to him except give him name-envy. 'Sides, what's wrong with Skywalker? Is it copywritten to be a Jedi or something?"

Luke flashed a big grin, struggling not to break out laughing again. Sheevy.

"No, it's illegal," he replied, his expression sobering slightly, though he still remained amused. "It hasn't stopped the more clever Jedi, especially my sister, but when the Jedi were declared traitors, everything about them was deemed 'heretical' and banned from existing."

Luke rolled his eyes in a clear sign of what he thought of that, because his father didn't bother to hide the fact that he used the Force, and anyone with half a brain could figure out Palpatine could as well.

"Besides, he doesn't appreciate being talked back to either," he continued, a bit of a mischievous look coming to his face. "And I... may have said I didn't have time for his games. To his face."

"Hmm, too bad. That just makes it all the more fun," Tony joked, saying it was more fun to do the illegal thing. "What do you think about the fact being a Jedi is illegal? Do you know what they stand for, or their purpose is?"

He pauses to slide the baking sheet with the fish on it into the oven. "I'm not trying to encourage you to go be with them, I'm simply curious how much knowledge is going back and forth about both of your positions. It's always helpful to know your enemy and their cause as well as possible."

It was a problem between Captain and Tony, after all. If they'd been more clear and talked out their sides better, would they have really dissolved into a split in the Avengers? He didn't know. It was still difficult to understand why Steve couldn't agree to the treaty. How could he justify having no consequences for all the mistakes they had made to the people? Or how could Steve justify what he'd done to Tony? He shook his head, trying to rid it of the dark thoughts he'd gotten sidetracked by.

Fortunately he tunes back into the conversation just as he heard what Luke did to the Emporer. He laughs, finding this Luke to possibly be more fun than the movie version. "Skeevy Sheevy has you on his shit list, huh?"

Luke grinned at that, fighting against a laugh. Skeevy Sheevy; he hoped he would have the opportunity to tell one of the others that. He had a feeling Aphra would latch onto that one.

"Yes," he replied. "I'm pretty sure the only reason I'm still alive, is because my father was in the other room."

He paused a moment, seriously considering Tony's question.

"My father's opinion is... biased, at best," he began slowly. "But from what he's said and what I've managed to read and hear from my sister, I've gathered that the Jedi were meant to protect the peace, but they had lost their way, something that was made all the more apparent during the Clone Wars."

He shook his head.

"They didn't deserve to die for that," he added quietly. "I don't know what could have been done, but killing all of them wasn't the answer. Palpatine manipulating everyone in the galaxy just..."

Luke cut himself off, folding his hands together before him as he took a deep breath.

"I'm not a Jedi, and I won't be a Jedi, but they're not my enemies," he continued. "Not Ahsoka, not my sister, and not anyone in the Rebellion. My enemy is the Emperor and those that follow him."

Tony listens, finding it strange but interesting that he's getting such an intimate viewpoint from the canon's hero. True, it wasn't the same exact one, but he can understand some of what Luke was talking about.

That switch from considering the possible mistake of the Empire to suddenly shoving that consideration aside was downright fascinating. "And what will you and your father do differently once you have the Emperor's forces destroyed? How will you not become him?- Do you like coffee?"

Luke paused, trying to get used to how quickly he changed topics.

"Is that like caf?" he asked, before he nodded. Even if it wasn't, he wasn't going to mind trying it. He may as well get used to whatever food and drink was available to him.

"As for that..." he continued, before he took a deep breath, the familiar unease creeping up his spine. "I don't know, yet. I know what my father wants, but I..."

He swallowed hard; it was still hard for him to think about. He went from a loyal follower of Lord Vader to his son, to the person his father wanted to take the throne when the Emperor was removed in a matter of months, and it was still so much for him to process. Did he want to be Emperor?

"I don't... think I would ever be ready for such a thing," he replied. "I'm not even sure I'd want to do it, but I want to do what I can to help transition the galaxy to whatever government we settle on after we remove the Emperor."

"How would I know?" Tony joked, as he started making them both some coffee. "If you hate it just say so. You won't be offending me."

Once the coffeemaker was set, he turned around and gave Luke his full attention again. It wasn't too hard from that vague answer to determine Darth Vader's plan was to put his son in charge. How odd was it that the person most linked to evil in science fiction was setting his son in power instead of himself? What was that all about?

"We're rarely ready for our most important jobs. For instance, how do you really get ready for being a father? You have to jump in and try not to drown. I wasn't ready for when I was called to be Iron Man. I just realized what the world needed from me and I couldn't ignore it any longer." He met Luke's gaze steadily. "Maybe that's why you're here. There's something you need to learn here and take back with you."

Luke let out a soft snort, a small, happy smile coming to his face. He thought the only thing he would be in his life was a fighter pilot. He certainly wasn't ready to be the son of a living person, let alone the second most powerful man in the galaxy. Maybe Tony was right; he was going to learn something vitally important here, something he could take back with him and be able to show the galaxy what he was made of.

All he could do was his best to learn and grow from there.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark," he finally said after a moment, giving the other man another, beaming smile. "I think I really needed to hear that."

Tony pours a cup of the coffee and passes it to Luke. "There's cream and sugar if you need either of those." He refills his own cup leaving it just black.

It did something to his heart to see the kid so pleased with something he'd done. Perhaps he could influence this version of Luke to be his own kind of hero in his own right. There was no telling what else might be different in Luke's world than in the movies, so he was trying not to simply judge based on that. He smiled back and gave a nod as a 'you're welcome'.

"Hey.. you're handy, aren't you?" He asked. Of course he was already on the next topic. "Think you could find some material and make us some practice swords? I really might need to cut something in half with your light saber sometime, but we shouldn't really practice with that."

Luke blew on the drink before taking a sip, a small smile creeping up onto his face. Yes, this was just like caf. He settled back against the counter, sipping at it happily, before peering over at Tony at his question.

"Shouldn't be too hard?" Luke replied. "I guess wood would be the best option; I'd just need that and a knife to cut it to shape."

Tony raised an eyebrow at him. "What? You can't Force the wood into shape?"

He managed to keep that expression for about twenty seconds before breaking into a laugh. "I'm kidding. Of course we'll find a knife for you." He took another sip of his coffee. "And then I'll beat your ass with the fake sword." He grinned knowing that was probably not even sort of true, but he was going to enjoy Luke's reaction.

Luke rolled his eyes, an amused look coming to his face. Hilarious.

He raised his mug, as if in a small toast. "You can try to beat my... ass," he replied, fumbling a bit awkwardly at the last part. Someone clearly didn't swear that much.

Tony drank to Luke's toast and then gave him a funny look. "So.. your the son of the most powerful, evil man in all of my world's fictional stories and you can't say the word ass?" That's it, this relationship should be a sit-com.

He chuckled and shook his head. "I think you're my favorite Luke Vader."

Luke was halfway through a zip of coffee when Tony let that one out, and he almost choked. He pulled the cup away, wiping at his mouth and struggling not to laugh.

"Th-that's not how his name works."

Tony laughed, quite pleased to have successfully gotten that kind of reaction from the boy. He wondered if he could manage to get coffee to come out of the kid's nose.

"I will give you ten chocolate bars if you say it's actually Mr. Darth Vaderpants."

Luke had to turn around, setting his mug down and leaning over the counter, struggling against a laugh.

"If he ever appears here, I'm telling him that one."

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