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[faithfulson]

The Imperial High Prince was probably the most beloved person in the entire Empire. Since he was a child, he would be doted on by everyone, from the lowest sycophant to the Emperor himself. To say he grew up privileged was a bit of an understatement, and yet as he got older, Luke Skywalker began to realize just how lonely it was on the high pedestal he had been placed on. People were willing to bow and scrape the ground before him, but not a single one dared to get close enough to touch, almost like he was made of glass, and he would shatter.

He would occasionally accompany his father to Nur, to look over the goings on of the facility and receive reports from the Inquisitors -- though terrify them was probably a more accurate description. This time instead of joining his father in his long terror session, he found himself wandering the halls of the massive fortress, occasionally peering into rooms, but not walking with any kind of destination in mind. There had to be something interesting in this place outside of the torture chambers below; maybe he would be lucky enough to find it.