I've got an idea for an AU story that I want to run by you. I've
taken ideas from a book by Daphne DuMaurier and a movie of the same book by
Alfred Hitchcock and altered the characters, etc. for a Star Wars
story. I want feedback on the characterizations. It's a bit dramatic.

Disclaimers: George Lucas, Daphne DuMaurier and Alfred Hitchcock.

Shackled Past
By RebelMom

Luke stood at the edge of the precipice listening to the crash of the
waves below. The wind whipped his robe about his body; He gazed down
at his booted feet as he inched forward. His head jerked up when he
heard a sound from behind him. So intent upon his own thoughts, he
had
failed to sense her approach.

"Luke! Stop!"

He swiveled to face her. The wind blew her luxurious red-gold hair
back from her face revealing her fine features. Her concern was
apparent. His barriers raised immediately as he narrowed his eyes.
The
intensity of his gaze caused her to raise her barriers as well. "What
the Sith are you shouting for Mara? Why are you here?"

"I was out for a walk. I could sense despair radiating from here so I
came to check it out. I knew it was you."
Luke closed his eyes. He visibly relaxed but his barriers remained
high. Mara glanced nervously at the edge. As if in response, Luke
moved away from it. Then he opened his eyes. "I'm fine. Please
continue your walk. I want to be alone."

Not sure if she could trust him , Mara came closer. She took his face
in her hands and peered into his eyes. He was startled by the
gesture
but didn't flinch. The emanation of despair diminished to be replaced
by sadness. She released her hold and said, "Be careful. Stay away
from the edge. I'll see you later."

Luke stared at her retreating figure. His heart fluttered slightly
and
a feeling of hope escaped from deep within his soul.

**

Karrde sat with Mara at a table in the lounge of the hotel. He was
detailing the contracts he had made with a Bith consortium while Mara
stared blankly at her caf. Karrde stopped talking but Mara didn't
notice. He waved his hand in front of her face. "Mara? Felinx got
your
tongue?"

She blinked. "I'm sorry Talon. What were you saying?"

"Mara. What's going on? Your body came back from your walk but I
think
your mind is still out there."

She glared at him. She was slightly insulted but he was correct. Her
encounter with Skywalker on that cliff was dominating her thoughts.
Her feelings were jumbled; she couldn't determine what to think about
him. He appeared to be ready to step off the cliff. What really
bothered her was the fact that she would have been devastated if he
had. They had been friends for years but lately, she desired to be
more than just friends . She opened her mouth to say something but
was
cut off by Talon instead. "Well, look who just came in. Jedi Master
Luke Skywalker himself."

Talon stood up and waved Luke over. Luke nodded politely and came
over
to the table. "Karrde. Mara. Nice to see you. How are you?"

Karrde answered, "Just fine. We're here for the trade conference of
course. And you?"

Luke pulled up a chair and sat down. "A little research. About 18
months ago, archeologists uncovered some datacards that provided the
history of Naboo. One of the rulers..."

Karrde interrupted. "Queen Amidala had a connection to a certain
Jedi,
named Anakin Skywalker."

Luke shook his head. "Karrde. I'm amazed at the depth of your
information sources."

The shocked Mara blurted out, "What! You found something about your
mother."

Luke smiled and said, "I found her. At least, I found out who she
was.
Got some holos. Records indicated her wedding date, nothing more. I'm
here to find out more."

Mara was ecstatic for Luke. She smiled at him. "That's great. You
have
roots to your family tree. What a wonderful legacy to pass on."

As soon as the words left her lips, she knew she had made a mistake.
Luke's face clouded and his barriers shot up again. He firmly stood
up
and announced, "Sorry, I need to leave. Nice to see you again."

With a brief nod, he turned and strode out of the lounge. Mara
slammed
her fist into her thigh. "Sith. What an idiotic thing to say."

Talon looked at her sympathetically. "Mara, don't beat yourself up
about it. You couldn't know what his reaction would be."

Mara shook her head in denial. "No Talon. I should have known. I had
seen him about an hour ago and I felt his despair."

"It's understandable. It's only been a year. That's still early in
the
grieving process. He hasn't gotten over her death. He adored her."

Mara simply acknowledged his statement. Luke was still grieving but
it
was time to move on with life. And she was going to be the one to
guide him through the process. If he let her.

**

The next morning found Mara in the restaurant. She was reviewing some
contracts Talon had given her. Absently, she reached for her caf. She
succeeded in spilling it over the tablecloth. Jumping up, she reached
for a napkin to sop up the caf when she heard a muffled giggle.
Continuing her mopping up, she glanced up to see him. She hadn't
sensed him; he was masking his presence. She glared momentarily.
"Something funny, Skywalker?"

He shook his head. "No Mara, nothing. Here, let me help you."

He grabbed hold of the tablecloth with his hands and yanked it
quickly. The cloth came smoothly off , leaving the dishes untouched.
Mara cocked an eyebrow at him. "Nice trick. You booked to perform
here?"

His smile was so radiant that Mara felt it pierce her entire being.
His barriers had dropped considerably, but not completely. There was
still a corner that was closed off to admittance. Perhaps in time,
she
could gain entrance. He responded to her query. "No. But I had
thought
about joining the Coruscant circus when I was a child. May I join
you?"

She gestured with her head to the second chair. "Be my guest."

A waiter approached as they seated themselves. He held out two menus
but was waved off by Luke. "We'll just have the buffet. Thank you."

The waiter nodded and left. Mara glowered at Luke. "That was
presumptuous. What makes you think I wanted the buffet?"

"The buffet is ready and I could sense your hunger. No waiting."

Mara sighed. He was right; she had been concentrating so much on her
contracts she hadn't ordered and was starving. She hated it when he
was right. But she accepted it. This could be her opportunity to get
him to open up. They walked over to the buffet line, served up some
local fare and returned to their table. After taking a few bites,
Luke
glanced at Mara and said, "Where's Karrde?"

Mara swallowed and placed her fork at the edge of her plate. "He's
delivering some signed contracts to the Bith consortium and will then
meet with a delegate from the Caamasi Cartel. He wants me to review
these documents for trade rights with a Dantooine group."

"He's going through the alphabet, I see."

Mara snorted. "Yeah, right. It all adds up to paperwork galore. What
are you up to today?"

Luke shifted slightly in his chair. "I want to apologize for my
abrupt
behavior yesterday. I was rude. Forgive me?"

Mara focused her green eyes on Luke's face. She could see his remorse
and something else...anticipation. "Luke, I should apologize to
you. My
comment caused you pain."

Mara glimpsed an eerie shadow of doubt pass over Luke. His barriers
rose fractionally. Then he smiled. "We should forgive each other
then."

He took hold of her hands startling her. "I'm sorry Mara."

She responded, "Its okay. I'm sorry too."

Quiet hovered over them. Luke's warm hands felt wonderful; she didn't
want to release them. Luke rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles
causing
a tingle to spread over her skin. He withdrew his hands from her
grasp. She longed for his touch again. He smiled at her once again
and
said, "I was hoping that we could spend some time together, as old
friends, when you are finished."

Mara shuffled the datacards into a stack. "I'm finished. Karrde does
such a perfect job with wording contracts that I sometimes fail to
see
why he needs me to double check them."

"You do a perfect job double checking them." He paused. "I've heard
tell that when one finds something or someone that is perfect you
should stick with it. You are perfect...at your job." He
hesitated.
"Let's go for a drive. I've got a rental speeder."

Mara knew this could be her chance to break down some barriers.
"Great
Idea, Skywalker. I could use some fresh air."

**

The weather permitted them a gorgeous view of the landscape. Mara
enjoyed the beauty of the city of Theed. She switched her attention
from the scenery to Luke. She studied his profile. His blond hair
flapped in the wind. His features were relaxed; as of late his
appearance had been taut. Now, he revealed his inner joy of flying.
She sensed that if it were possible he would take the speeder into
orbit. Though years of battle had scarred him, in more ways than one,
he was freer now than he had been in recent years. His innate
abilities were apparent as his hands moved with ease over the
controls. His driving was so smooth that she felt as if she were
floating. She noticed that he had driven the speeder out of the city.

She closed her eyes, lulled by the steady rhythm of the speeder and
soaked in the warmth of the sun's rays. In her mind's eye, she
envisioned Luke, enshrouded in darkness. She peeled away the layers
surrounding him, each time revealing more light. She lightened his
burden, gladly taking it upon herself. Even though he was stripped
bare, there was still a patch of darkness hampering their happiness.

Their happiness? She knew then that she loved him as more than a
friend. It wasn't purely erotic, though she did have to push those
images aside. Her physical self yearned for his physical self. It was
a deeper love; he was part of her very being. She would make sure
that he knew of her love and her desire to help him, above all else. The
next thing she knew, the speeder came to a halt. Opening her eyes she
saw that they had ended up at the bottom of a magnificent waterfall.
Luke shifted in his seat to regard Mara. He smiled and said, "Come
on.

Let's take a closer look."

"Sure."

They exited the speeder and walked towards the water. Mara could see
the cascading currents and feel the sprinkling droplets. As they
advanced, the sprinkling increased. Soon they were drenched. She
stopped walking and beheld Luke. His actions encouraged her. He was
standing with his face upturned, his mouth open and his arms
stretched out. He then closed his mouth and shook his head, splashing water in
her direction. He spoke over the thundering noise; his words enhanced
by the force. "I've never seen so much water. I've been here everyday
since I arrived. It is peaceful here. I feel so...clean and alive."

She knew that he wasn't talking about physical cleanness. She said
not a word and basked in his vibrant presence. He delved deep in the
force, listening to its echoes. She could feel him draw upon it and
joined in exploring it as well. Though not physically touching, their
spirits connected, becoming entwined and enveloping each other as
one.

The experience was exhilarating and frightening at the same time.
Mara's soul was laid bare to Luke and Luke's to hers. She dropped her
barriers as he began to do the same. But one wall remained firm.
'Luke, let me in.' she gently whispered. The wall wavered but didn't
fall. The moment was broken. She could hear weeping. 'I can't.' The
surging power of the force was unplugged and all she could feel was
water showering her. Luke turned slowly to face her. Though he had
closed up, she could still see the lingering desire, the longing for
a soul mate. She held her hand up to his cheek and wiped away the water
(or tears, she couldn't tell). "Luke, whenever you are ready, I will
be here."

Luke slowly brought his hand up to touch hers then brought her hand
to his lips and kissed it. "Thank you. I'll take you back now."

**

Chapter 2

Mara went shopping that afternoon to find something to wear to the
formal Trade Conference Reception to be held that evening. Her
wardrobe contained jumpsuits not evening gowns. She found a gorgeous
Vanar creation. Most of his stuff was appalling but this gown was
exquisite. As she was fitted, the only thing on her mind was what
Luke's reaction would be. He had mentioned that he would be in
attendance with his sister and brother-in-law. The silky form-fitting
bodice and skirt were overlaid with a diaphanous jade material. Small
gems embedded in the bodice sparkled in the light. There was a side
slit up to the middle of her left thigh. There was enough resiliency
in the material that she didn't need to worry about anything ripping.
She was more concerned about the dress staying up. The attendant
assured her that it was a special material resistant to slipping; it
would stay up. If only there was a spot to hang her lightsaber.

She arrived at the Reception hall wearing a black hooded cloak. She
stood at the entrance, waiting for Talon Karrde who was going to meet
her there. Not far from her stood Luke and the Solos. Han noticed her
first. Luke was talking quietly to Leia when he heard an appreciative
whistle. He cocked an eyebrow at Han and followed his gaze, which
then settle on Mara. She had unhooked her cloak revealing the dress. Leia
gasped, "That gown is an original Vanar. It's beautiful."

Han whispered to Luke, "I'm trying to imagine how that dress is
staying up."

Luke didn't seem to hear him. His eyes roved over her body taking in
all her curves. His throat was dry but he managed to mutter. "I can
imagine quite a lot."

Han snickered then whispered again. "You'll get it."

Luke's mouth dropped open at Han's comment. Wide-eyed, Leia elbowed
Han hard in the ribs. "Han!"

Han shook his head. "Sorry Leia. Just trying to encourage the kid."

Luke's eyes darkened a bit. "I'm not a kid, Han."

"Sweetheart, let me talk to Luke alone okay?" Reluctantly, Leia began
walking towards Talon Karrde who had just entered behind Mara. Han
put
his arm around Luke's shoulders. "Luke. I'm not blind. I know you
have
a thing for Mara. I want to encourage you to go for it. She's just
what you need."

Luke sighed. "But what about..."

Han interrupted. "She's dead Luke. You can't bring her back and you
can't grieve for her forever. You need to move on."

Luke nodded his head in acquiescence. "I'll try."

Han glared at him and cleared his throat. Luke smiled in spite of
himself. "I know. There is no try. I'll do it."

Han slapped him hard on the back. "Go get her Luke."

**

Mara saw Leia approaching. She smiled in greeting. "Hello Madame
President."

Leia smiled in return. "Please Mara, call me Leia. How are you?"

"Just fine. You remember Talon Karrde?"

"How could I forget him? Nice to see you again Talon. I trust you
have
made some profitable connections this week."

Talon grinned. "As I always do. Well ladies. I must excuse myself. I
see a certain Twi'lek I have been trying to meet with all week.
Later,
Mara, Leia."

Leia moved closer to Mara and put her hand on Mara's elbow. "Care to
join us?"

Grinning, Mara nodded. "Sure. Lead the way."

Leia smiled. She could feel Mara's excitement through the force. She
leaned over and whispered into Mara's ear. "You should have seen
Luke's reaction when you took off your cloak."

Mara raised her eyebrow. "He was obvious?"

Leia nodded. "He couldn't take his eyes off you."

"I didn't see it but I felt it." She smiled lustfully despite the
fact
Leia was there. "I bought this dress with Luke in mind."

Leia laughed. "I know. And it worked." Leia, her face now serious,
stopped and turned to face Mara. "Be gentle with him. He's still
hurting from Callista's death."

Mara spoke resolutely, "I assure you that I have every intention of
being gentle with him. I'm going to help him."

Her green eyes bored into Leia's brown eyes, almost daring her to
disbelieve. Leia continued to gage Mara's words and actions. Leia's
fledgling force sense stretched for Mara's. Usually one to shield
such
an intrusion, Mara allowed the fleeting touch. Leia first sensed
Mara's passionate desire. She probed a little deeper picking up on
Mara's deep concern for Luke. She could also see how the two pieces
of
Luke and Mara connected together. She sighed in relief. "I know you
will Mara. I apologize for the trespass but I'm extremely worried
about Luke. I trust you to do right by him. Thank you."

Neither said another word as they approached Han and Luke but Leia's
anxiety about Luke had lessened. She knew that a relationship with
Mara would be the best thing for her brother.

**

Mara and Luke were seated across from Han and Leia. They had finished
a delicious marinated dewback steak meal and were now sipping Dornean
brandy. Han opted for Whyren's Reserve, which he downed in one
swallow. Whispering obtusely, Han and Leia soon left the table and
joined a myriad of delegates on the dance floor. Mara watched them
move in rhythm to the music. Her body shivered involuntarily when she
sensed familiar eyes roaming over her anatomy. She returned her
attention to Luke who quickly averted his eyes. She decided to be
the
one to breach the hull. "Luke. What have you discovered during your
research?"

He looked back at her, his blue eyes reflecting his excitement. "They
hope to have the code broken soon. The Naboo Library was decimated
during the purge. These cards, as well as a few others were
discovered
in Otoh Gunga. They had them hidden from the empire. Unfortunately
nobody knew how to read them. The Gungans were unsure about releasing
them but some of the elders remembered my father who was apparently a
hero. Something about a battle with a Trade Federation. I'm hoping to
interview some of the older Gungans to find out more." He paused and
smiled brightly. "The holos of my mother are beautiful. Some are of
her in regal attire but there are a few candid shots as well. Leia
inherited some of her physical attributes, namely brown eyes and
hair.
The wedding holo is my favorite. The joy in their faces radiates,
giving everyone a glimpse of their love. They look so happy as if
nothing would ever come between them." His face darkened slightly as
if he suddenly remembered that something did come between them. He
glanced at Mara and gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry Mara. I got so involved in
my recitation I never gave you a chance to comment. I didn't mean to
bore you with my ramblings."

Mara smiled and shook her head. "It's okay Luke. I'm interested in
your ancestry. It's important to me."

Luke cocked his head to the side, puzzling at Mara's statement. "You
are? It is? Really?"

Mara laughed at his naivete. She was so glad the farmboy was still
beneath those solemn Jedi robes. Ignoring his questions, she laughed.
"Let's dance Skywalker. I want to test the adhesive quality of the
dress."

Her statement immediately drew Luke's attention to her low-cut dress
as Mara stood up. He swallowed abruptly. She grabbed his hand and
pulled him out onto the dance floor.

**

Jizz reverberated throughout the room. Mara did a jizz-jig with Luke
that caught the eye of all around them. Jizz faded out to be followed
by a slow melancholy tune. No longer the center of attention, Luke
wrapped his arms around Mara's waist and drew her close. Mara
reciprocated by clasping her hands behind his neck. Swaying steadily,
they stared into each other's eyes. The intensity of Luke's gaze
almost overwhelmed her. She felt his emotions joining with hers.
There
was no doubt in her mind that they were meant for each other. The
poignancy of the contact revealed his deep love for her. But it was
tarnished by something hidden, something he couldn't, or wouldn't
share. One barrier remained. Mara disclosed her love for him by
dropping all her barriers again as she had done at the waterfall.
Luke responded by hugging her tighter. A thank you meandered into her
thoughts. Mara closed her eyes and lay her head upon Luke's chest.
She
listened to the palpitations of his heart. His hands began to move
gently caressing her back; she stroked his neck with her fingers.
Their emotions hit a crescendo and Mara tilted her head up to receive
his kiss. It was a light kiss but it was also an invitation for more.
As he released her lips, he said, "Let's go outside. It's a bit
stuffy
in here."

Mara nodded and followed him off the dance floor.

**

Luke led her gently down a garden path to a bench set in a nook. A
trellis framed the alcove; a fragrant flowering vine was woven into
the trellis. Luke sat down slowly and brought Mara with him. He
shifted position to face her. She didn't say a word. He would have to
make the first move. He took a breath and looked down at his hands
momentarily before taking her hands into his. He looked up at her and
spoke, "Mara. I've come to realize how much you mean to me. You
complete me. Our connection through the force is unbelievable. I've
never had such an experience. I want to experience it everyday for
the
rest of my life. I love you. Will you marry me?"

His anticipation was exhilarating. She wanted to tease him, make him
sweat, anything to lighten the mood but she was caught up in his
emotions. "Yes."

He grinned like a child given an early present. He leaned forward and
captured her lips in a passionate kiss. She placed her hands on his
chest to steady herself. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders,
tightening his embrace. Finally, he released the kiss and murmured,
"Thank you."

She brought her hands up to cup his face. The twinkle in his eye was
adorable; she kissed him again. His hands began to caress her back
again. He stopped when he reached the edge of her dress. He ran his
finger along the edge causing her to shiver. He started a trail of
burning kisses down the side of her neck. Her quivering increased as
he reached her shoulder. She grasped his strong shoulders, squeezing
tightly. He pulled back, looking at her quizzically. "Mara?"

Mara slowed her labored breathing. Darkness had crept in during their
explorations. It was fleeting but it was enough to startle her. To
her
surprise Luke hadn't felt it. Luke reiterated, "Mara?"

"I'm fine."

Luke was about to say something more when Mara put her index finger
to
his lips. "Sh. Not now. Let's go find your sister and her scoundrel
and tell them the good news."

Luke smiled. "Let's not only tell them. Let's find an official as
well. I've been alone long enough."

"I couldn't agree more."

Mara stood up and brushed the wrinkles out of her dress. Luke
laughed.
"We sure tested the adhesive quality of that dress. What's holding it
up? Space Tape?"

Mara snorted. "Not quite. I was told that once the zipper goes down
the dress will follow."

Luke regarded her thoughtfully. "Mind if I test that theory?" He
reached for her.

She slapped his hand playfully. "After we see the official and if
you're a good boy."

"I'll be good. Let's go."
**

Chapter 3

They found Han in the casino, involved in a high stakes sabacc game.
The credit chits piled in front of him were a testament to his skill.
Luke and Mara stood back and observed the hand in progress. Han's two
opponents folded, leaving Han with the rather large pot. Luke went
directly to Han's side, slapped him on the back and said, "I got it."

Puzzled, Han looked up from his winnings. He saw Luke's grin and then
saw Mara step to Luke's side. The statement clicked. Han cracked a
grin and told the droid to deposit his winnings to his account.
Jumping from his chair, he clasped Luke into a wookie-like hug. He
released Luke and faced Mara. He tentatively held out his hand but
Mara said, "It's okay, Solo. I won't break."

He gave her a hug too and then asked, "Have you told Leia?"

Luke's eyes fluttered as he contacted his sister. He smiled. "She's
coming. I want to tell both of you. Let's go wait for her in the
lobby."

**
They were seated on a couch in the lobby. Mara was leaning on Luke;
their arms were resting in Luke's lap their fingers entwined. Luke
kept a tight hold of Mara's hand the whole time they waited for Leia
to arrive. Finally, she flexed her fingers to make sure they could
still move. He relaxed his hold but it was as if he would lose her if
he ever let go. Straddling a chair backwards, Han quietly observed
Luke and Mara. There was something happening besides the beginning of
a relationship; Luke's statement told him that much. Luke appeared
more at ease than he had been over the year since Callista's death.
He
looked less haunted and Han was confident that Mara was the reason.
He
only hoped that she could eradicate the rest of Luke's demons. The
kid
deserved a break. His reverie was halted when Leia surprised him by
kissing his cheek. He turned to kiss her but she was already walking
towards Luke, who stood at her approach. Han rose also. Leia smiled
at
her brother and said, "what is it that you wanted to tell us? If it's
about you and Mara, I can assure you that we both approve."

Mara had joined Luke. Luke stated, " I'm glad you do. We need you to
be our witnesses."

Leia's smile drooped. She wasn't expecting this. "Witnesses? For
what?"

Hurt by Leia's lack of excitement, Luke continued, "Witnesses for our
wedding. I thought you approved."

Sensing his pain, Leia winced. He didn't understand. "I do Luke. I
just didn't realize that you wanted to get married already. You have
to admit that it is a bit unexpected."

Luke sighed. "Unexpected? Maybe. But it is right. I've known Mara for
six years. We have been friends the whole time and we have already
bonded through the force. What could be more natural than bonding as
husband and wife?"

Leia considered his words. His assertions were correct; she could
feel
it. She was just worried about him. Her thoughts were interrupted by
Luke's quiet presence. 'Leia, I'll be fine. Mara is the best thing
that has happened to me in a long time.' Leia relented and reached
out
to embrace Luke. "Yes, Luke I agree."

Han shook his head. "I wish you two would have a normal conversation.
But I take it that we have a wedding to attend."

Mara spoke for the first time. "That's right Solo. My wedding, so
behave yourself."

Han flashed a lopsided grin. "Trust me."

**

The only official available that evening was an old Gungan on the
outskirts of town. Luke and Mara didn't want any publicity; being
united in marriage by an obscure official guaranteed some degree of
anonymity. Unfortunately the Gungan seemed to be operating on half a
sabacc deck. The old guy's eyes widened even larger than the norm
when
he saw Luke. Then he kept calling Luke by the name Ani. "No my name
is
Luke."

The old Gungan shook his head, causing his ears to flap. "Yousa
looksa
likes mesa friend, Ani."

To make matters worse, he put Leia in the bride's spot. "No. I'm not
marrying her. She's my sister. I'm marrying Mara."

The Gungan sighed and nodded his head in defeat. "But Ani marries
Padme."

Thoroughly frustrated, Luke shouted, "I'm not Ani!"

Amused by Luke's reaction, Han stated, "Are you sure?"

Luke glared at him for a while before he too started to laugh. "Yes.
I'm sure."

Mara snorted. "Enough. Officer Binks, let's get this ceremony
completed before my future husband forgets who he is again."

Officer Binks nodded solemnly. "Yousa Mara here and Ani
oopsy...Luke
here."

A short time later, the ceremony was finalized by the words "Yousa
may
kissa the bride."

Luke didn't hesitate and kissed Mara. A scream from Leia interrupted
the kiss. All eyes were on Leia. Luke asked, "What's wrong Leia?"

Leia blushed. "I'm sorry. It startled me. I forgot that Gungans do
that."

Everybody was confused. Han questioned, "Do what?"

Leia lifted her hand, gesturing at Officer Binks who had just
swallowed something. His eyes were tracking a fly that buzzed above
Mara's head. Luke 'saw' the Gungan's tongue shoot out and grabbed it
mid stroke. Binks was alarmed and tried to talk. Then, Luke released
the tongue and said, "Please don't do that."

Binks' bulbous eyes blinked a few times. Then he found his voice.
"Yousa Jedi!"

Exasperated, Luke sighed heavily, "Yes, I'm a Jedi. Now, can we
finish
the paperwork? We would like to leave."

Officer Binks shuffled papers and obtained signatures. Absently, he
pulled out the official certificate and handed it to Luke. "This
yousa
proof of union. Mesa file the other."

Luke smiled at him and shook his hand. "Thank you, Officer Binks. May
the force be with you."

**
Mara keyed the entry to her suite. She took Luke's hand and led him
inside. He whistled when he saw the size of the room. He removed his
robe and hung it on a coat rack. "Not very practical. This place is
huge."

"It is practical. I need to get sufficient rest when I'm in
negotiations. Besides, Karrde pampers me."

Luke reached for her arm and pulled her into an embrace. He placed
several small kisses on her face then uttered, "I think I'll take
over
the pampering duties."

Mara returned the kisses and muttered, "Go right ahead."

The intensity of the kisses increased, as did their volume. Gentle
caresses lead to exploring touches. Their passion was driven by
intense desire. Then Luke opened himself to the force beckoning Mara
to join him. She could feel his pleasure as well as her own. The
experience was extremely erotic and they hadn't even removed any
clothing yet. The ecstasy continued as Mara divested Luke of his
clothing. She kept her word and allowed him to unzip the dress. He
was
rewarded when gravity did its job.

**
Dawn flooded through the window chasing away shadows. Dust particles
danced in tune to the sunbeams. Luke rolled over in the bed and
buried
his face into the pillow. His hand landed in Mara's hair. Annoyed at
the disturbance, Mara blindly reached up and extricated his fingers
from her red gold tresses. Slowly blinking her eyes, she met the
blurry morning. She tilted her head to the right until Luke's light
brown hair entered her field of vision. Propping herself on her side,
she reached over to run her fingers through his hair. She hadn't
expected him to propose marriage so quickly. She didn't regret it but
she knew without a doubt that there would be a rocky road ahead. For
all their bonding in the force, a secret was still kept. The barriers
were weakening but she would respect the walls until he was ready to
share willingly. She suspected it concerned Callista and she wasn't
looking forward to the discovery.

Chapter 4

As soon as Mara entered the anteroom of Karrde's suite, he beckoned
for her to be seated. Prior to sitting down himself, he gave her a
snifter of brandy and exclaimed, "A toast to our fine work. The
organization has been awarded the distribution rights for this
excellent Dornean brandy."

Mara smiled brightly and clinked her glass with Talon's. Peering at
her over the brim of his snifter, Talon decided to confirm his
suspicions. He stated, "I saw you leave with Skywalker last night."

"Yes. We went for a walk." She paused to gather her thoughts. She
had
always been forthright with Karrde and she wasn't going to be any
different now. "We got married last night. I'm here to tender my
resignation." She felt a little pang of guilt at being so brusque
with
him, but she didn't know any other way to tell him.

Though his face revealed nothing, she felt his shock through the
force. She had to smile at him then said, "It's not often I provide
you with information about which you had no foreknowledge. Surprised
about my resignation or my marriage?"

Karrde shook his head. "Actually, a little surprised at both. I
suspected something but I've never envisioned you as one to succumb
to
a whirlwind romance."

"I didn't succumb to a whirlwind romance. I can continue in my
current
role in order to give you sufficient time to find and train a
replacement. Luke understands my commitment to the organization and
loyalty to you."

Karrde smiled tightly. "I'm glad to hear that. Thank you for your
offer to help. I think we can work up a schedule to faze you out of
the organization."

"Great. I'll be keeping the suite. You can contact me there."

Before she could leave, Karrde's comlink beeped. "Karrde here. What
is
it Dankin?"

A tinny voice answered. "Wanted to warn you that Lando Calrissian is
on his way to see you. He wants to discuss a business proposition."

"Thanks Dankin. Karrde out."

Mara hissed. "Calrissian. Talk about a droch that gets under my skin.
I'm going to leave before he gets here. After that Jorj Car'das
search, I have no desire to ever see him again. Except in my blaster
sight."

"I don't think that will happen considering his connection with Solo
and Skywalker."

Mara grimaced. "Yeah don't remind me. Though I would like to see his
reaction when he finds out about my marriage."

Talon laughed. "It might dissuade him. I have a feeling that he will
have a different reaction to your news than me."

Mara patted her lightsaber. "I have ways to dissuade him."

Karrde raised his eyebrows. "Not a very Jedi-like response."

Mara stood up and said, "I'm not a Jedi yet. I'll get back to you
later."

Karrde watched as she turned to leave the room. "Mara. Remember that
you will always be a part of the organization and there will always
be
a place for you."

His words warmed her and she was touched by his kindness. Pausing,
she
looked over her shoulder and said, "Thanks Talon. I won't forget."

Once in the corridor, she closed her eyes, reached out and latched on
to Luke's presence. Smiling, she sent him loving thoughts to which he
responded in kind. She hurried to join him, anxious to avoid a chance
encounter with Calrissian.

**
Mara found Luke in their suite. The lead archeologist, Sabella Ollie,
had contacted him with news that the cryptographers had almost
cracked
the code on the datadiscs. He wanted Mara to accompany him so
together
they entered the Naboo Library with great expectations. They waited
in
a conference room as Sabella set up the data transmitter. "Once they
break the code we can view the data on this screen. Sio assured me
that it would be done within the hour."

And Sio was true to his word, for in less than an hour later, data
began to appear on the screen. Names, dates, census information,
vital
statistics and holonet news reports scrolled before them. Mara
observed Luke, who was giddy with excitement, as he delved into the
information. He began by reading a biography of his mother, Queen
Amidala. She was described as prodigiously talented, extremely well
trained and wise beyond her years. She was fourteen when she was
elected. Luke was amazed that someone so young could be a ruler. She
dressed ornately disguising herself in the trappings of her high
station and elaborate makeup. She had proven her mettle during the
Trade Federation blockade and invasion. He concentrated on that
section since his father was connected with it as well. The trade
federation had invaded Naboo using battle droids. Two Neimoidians
Nute
Gunray and Rune Haako were in command of the invading forces and had
attempted to get the young Queen to sign a treaty to legitimatize the
occupation of Theed; she adamantly refused. She had become a
prisoner,
along with her citizens, until two Jedi rescued her. Luke gasped when
he saw the Jedi's names. Whereas, the first one Qui-Gon Jinn meant
nothing, the other, Obi-Wan Kenobi, caused Luke to be flooded by a
rush of memories. Obi-Wan, Ben. In his mind's eye, he saw the old man
as they met the first time on the Wastes. The gifting of the
lightsaber, finding the slaughtered Jawas, the hellish discovery of
Owen and Beru. How many times had he played that scene through trying
to rewrite the ending but unable to do so. The guilt threatened to
return but he pushed the thoughts aside and continued reading. Mara,
who was reading along with him, caught his momentary distraction and
squeezed his real hand, comforting him.

Luke refocused on the data. After being rescued, The Queen and her
entourage boarded a J-type 327 Nubian, which then broke through the
blockade, but not without sustaining damage to the hyperdrive. A holo
of the ship was included with the text. Though it was an old ship,
Mara was impressed by the sleek artistic design. It was the queen's
personal transport so it was top of the line for its day. She could
sense Luke imagine himself piloting it and suppressed a giggle.
Silently she sent, 'You want to add that to your long line of wrecked
vehicles.'

He grumbled mentally at her and continued perusing. The group ended
up
on Tatooine where the Jedi met up with a young slave boy named Anakin
Skywalker, whose assistance allowed them to repair their ship and
proceed on the journey to Coruscant. Slave, his father was a slave.
This revelation stunned Luke. His father, a slave. He couldn't fathom
dealing with that. When he was younger, he felt like a slave to his
uncle but he wasn't really. His father was a real slave. He had no
freedom A slave could feel anger at his owners or he could be totally
submissive. Was he ashamed of his status? How did his father's owners
treat him? Luke felt sick to his stomach. How could sentients keep
slaves? It was degrading and inhumane. Could this be a reason for his
father's fall? But if his father had been a slave as a child, why
would he allow himself to become a slave to the darkside as an adult?
Luke rubbed his temples; this made no sense to him. There were too
many variables to consider.

Mara could sense Luke's confusion. He had no conception of what it
was
like to be a slave to something. Even when he served the Emperor's
supposed clone, he wasn't a slave to it. She herself had been a
servant to the Emperor. Her servitude had become a sort of slavery
with the implanted suggestion that she Kill Luke Skywalker. But she
was able to overcome it and break free of it with Luke's help. For
that she was eternally grateful. Gently using her hands, she pulled
Luke closer to her and whispered into his ear. "Sometimes those who
are born into slavery have no idea how to live outside of it. It can
be compared to the training a bantha. The trainers start training
them
young by using a large chain that prevents any freedom of movement
outside of the trainer's commands. The animal learns quickly not to
rebel. It cannot get away. Once that task is learned and the bantha's
spirit broken, the trainer replaces the large chain with a small
rope.
The bantha doesn't realize that he could be free if he wanted to.
Could your father have been like a bantha not realizing that he was
truly free or did he submit himself to slavery for some other reason?
Maybe he didn't see it as slavery? You can't know what went on inside
your father's head. Would it really make a difference if you knew?
It's the past and you can't change it. Accept it and move on."

Luke hadn't move during her speech. Slowly, she moved away and waited
for his response. He finally ran his fingers through his blond hair
and then clasped them together behind his neck. He cocked his head in
her direction and said, "You're right. I can't figure out everything
and I really shouldn't try."

Leaning over, he kissed her softly on the forehead. Standing up, he
announced, "Let's take a short break. You're hungry. I can feel it."

**

Luke and Mara found a small Corellian Restaurant, The Corell Room,
across the street from the library. Mara thought they might run into
Solo but Luke informed her that Han and Leia were leaving for home
today and were exceptionally busy prepping the Falcon. Mara laughed
that they should have started yesterday if they wanted to leave on
time. She avoided deriding the ship; if she had her own she wouldn't
want anyone insulting her ship. They were seated in a secluded corner
of the dining area, their table obscured from view by some local
flora. The d?r of the restaurant flaunted Corellian heritage.
Pictures of famous sons hung on the walls including Antilles, Solo,
Bel Iblis, Horn and Terrik. Every intoxicating beverage in existence
was available including Corellian Whiskey, Reserve, Rum, Brandy,
Double Brandy, Spiced Ale and Ale. Flame miniatures were lined up on
high shelves in a transparisteel case, a sealed transparent box
containing a pair of pants bearing bloodstripes hung over the bar and
the latest issues of Corellian Horticultural Digest were stacked near
front door. Mara ordered a light fare while Luke ordered a plate of
some greasy dish Han had recommended. He allowed Mara to stab a few
clams before devouring it quickly. He stole a few kisses before
excusing himself to the refresher. A wait droid cleared the dishes.
"Will there be anything else, gentlebeing?"

"Two hot chocolates please."

Mara relaxed and closed her eyes. She started to mentally review the
morning when her senses were drawn to a conversation from a nearby
table. Not one to engage in causal eavesdropping, this one screamed
for her attention. They were talking about her and Luke.

"...I saw the proof of union with my own eyes. Binks brought it in."

"I can't believe it. Why would he marry her?"

"Well she is quite a looker."

"She's a fringe smuggler for sithsakes. He's a Jedi Master and he
needs to be with another Jedi."

"I've heard tell that Jade has a lightsaber."

"Doesn't make her a Jedi. I think Skywalker got lonely and went
looking for a warm body."

"Sh. You looking for trouble. Don't forget he's in town. He could be
listening in to our conversation."

"A little paranoid aren't we? You really think he'd deign to come
here?"

"Well..."

"Anyway, I think Skywalker was missing his late wife. Got himself a
replacement. Think about it. That Callista was a real Jedi. She was a
perfect match for the Jedi Master. Now look at Jade, she is not Jedi
material. I don't think it will last. He just adored Callista. Jade
won't be able to fill her robes."

Their discussion went in another direction and Mara ceased listening.
It had taken every ounce of her control to contain her anger. She
unclenched her fists and regarded the palms of her hands where her
nails had dug into her skin drawing blood. She flexed her hands a
couple times and the color returned to her knuckles. She took a few
deep breaths and blew her anger out. She had managed to return to
normal when the hot chocolate and Luke arrived at the table. Sipping
his chocolate, he looked askance for he had felt a little tremor of
her fading anger, but she ignored him. He let it slide. "Are you
ready
to go back to the library with me or would you like to go out?"

She held her chocolate mug tightly; her green eyes focused on Luke.
"I'll go back with you. I'm going to visit the refresher first."

She kissed him and walked away. Her anger had diminished but the
words
still stung. Granted, she wasn't a Jedi yet but Luke would teach her.
She didn't think she could fill Callista's robes either. But that
wasn't her goal. She would surpass Callista in every way, shape and
form. Mara Jade would not be relegated to being a replacement wife.
She was THE Mrs. Skywalker.

**to be continued**

Feedback appreciated. Suggestions for title would be nice also.

Chapter 5

Mara convinced Luke to delay their return to the library. She still
felt the need to vent after overhearing that force-forsaken diatribe.
She dragged Luke into Bibble Body Beautiful and reserved use of a
sparring room. Luke observed her thoughtfully as she removed her
sleek
black jacket. He was tempted to question her but decided that
discretion was the better part of valor. Besides, he was hiding
something himself and knew that if he started prying into her
feelings, she would consider turnabout fair play. He knew he should
tell her but he dreaded exposing his failures, especially to the
woman
he loved. With a deep appreciation, he watched her sinewy body as she
stretched in preparation for their match. Her gorgeous hair, the
color
of fiery flames, tumbled out of its clip as she bent forward to touch
the ground. She straightened up and tossed her hair back to secure it
once again in the clip. A warm smile greeted him, which he returned
in kind. Turning to remove his brown robe, he had one arm out of the
sleeve when his danger sense flared. He immediately ignited his saber
bringing it up to parry her blow. Her blue blade sizzled against his
green one. He was able to push her off but not without effort. Her
face showed her determination and he could detect little through the
force. She had gotten quite adept at locking her emotions down.
Smiling, he thought, 'This is going to be fun.' He was looking
forward
to the challenge.

They slashed at each other, lightsabers flashing. Neither could gain
the upperhand nor trick the other. The sparring had continued for
well
over an hour before either showed any indication of tiring. Luke had
noticed a sheen of perspiration upon Mara's brow but detected nothing
in her emotions. She was an exceptional swordsman on par with
Callista. Sith, why was he thinking about her now of all times? His
remembrances often occurred at the most inopportune moments. He could
see her again staring at him, her eyes full of pain and regret. His
inattention to where he was and what he was doing lead to unfortunate
consequences. He weakly tried to block Mara's latest parry but was
unsuccessful. The forcefulness of her angled blow knocked his saber
loose and at the same time her blade sliced through his hand,
exposing
wires and shocking him, physically and mentally. He shrieked in agony
and crumpled to the ground; helpless as his father had been those
many
years ago.

Mara watched in absolute horror as her blade cut off his mechanical
hand. She immediately extinguished her saber, dropping it in the
process and knelt by Luke's side. Breathlessly, she exclaimed, "Luke,
oh Luke, I'm so sorry."

Reflexively, he tucked his stump under his armpit. Trying to assess
his state, she opened up her force sense and probed his thoughts. She
discovered that he was disgusted with his loss of focus. Then she
felt
him brushing her sense, encouraging her to follow his lead as he
showed her how he was shunting his pain and was able to dull his
nerve
endings. She was astonished that he was able to teach her healing
techniques when she was the one who caused the injury in the first
place. Tears welled up in her eyes. Suddenly, she felt his left hand
stroke her cheek. "Mara, its okay. Please don't cry. It was my fault."

Her right hand came up to cover his left then held it gently. She
opened her mouth to speak but was unable to vocalize because Luke's
mouth had covered hers with a kiss. Then she heard his voice, loud
and
clear. 'I missed the block. At least I know you don't want to kill me
anymore.'

She broke the kiss and said, "You scare me like that again and I may
forget that."

His deep chuckling resounded in the gym. "I'll remember that. Shall
we
go?"

She nodded as he stood up. He looked behind him and bent down to pick
up something. Collecting her lightsaber, Mara cocked an eyebrow.
"That
is the most unusual sight. The great Jedi Master retrieving his
severed hand, courtesy of his wife."

A dark shadow flashed before Luke as her words brought forth his
Bespin memories. It was quick enough that Mara didn't notice. He had
just gotten her over the guilt of the accident. He didn't want her to
think she had brought up another unpleasant memory by her words. He
donned his robe and dropped the severed appendage into his pocket.
Mara was back at his side, clipping her saber to her belt. She had
also grabbed his saber from the floor and hooked it to his belt. Her
proximity was alluring even though she was drenched with perspiration
from their workout. He put his left arm around her soft shoulders and
drew her to his muscled chest, hugging her tightly. She responded by
wrapping her arms about his waist and running her fingers up and down
his back. His fingers mimicked her actions causing her to shiver
slightly. He kissed the top of her head, then bent down and kissed
her
full on the lips. The kiss was so demanding, so sensual it sent her
heart aflutter and the lack of oxygen started her ears buzzing.
Buzzing. She was hearing buzzing. She reluctantly parted her lips
from Luke's, her green eyes riveted on his blue ones. He had heard
the
buzzing also. Taking a deep cleansing breath, he walked over to the
gym door and pushed the button that was flashing as well as buzzing.
"Yes?"

A mechanical voice answered, "Sir, your time reservation has expired.
Do you wish to extend the reservation?"

Luke turned his head to glance at Mara who shook her head; she wanted
to leave. He pushed the button again and said, "No. We'll be leaving.
Thank you."

Mara touched her lips, which were still burning from his kiss, then
walked slowly to join Luke at the door. When she reached his side,
she took hold of his arm directly above the right wrist and proceeded
to wrap a scarf around his shattered hand. The door slid open just as
she finished. The droid, noting the bandaging, remarked, "Is there a
problem? Do you require medical assistance?"

Luke glanced non-chalantly at his wrapped wrist and then at the
droid.
"No there isn't a problem."

The droid watched as Luke and Mara walked arm in arm down the
corridor. Its processor attempted to figure out what it had just
witnessed but only determined that it did not compute.

**

The 2-1B at the medcenter informed them that it would take several
hours to repair Luke's hand. Mara used the time to apprise Sabella
Ollie of their delay in returning to the library. Sabella calmly
assured Mara that they would be welcome at any time to view the data.
Sio was even going to make copies for Luke that would be ready for
pick up the next day.

Mara wandered around the shopping district in an attempt to keep
herself occupied until Luke's repairs were done. 'Luke's repairs' she
giggled softly as she scanned the shops. 'Makes him sound like a
machine.' She found a few decent items for purchase that she had
delivered to their suite. Weary of shopping, she searched for another
time consuming activity. An ancient structure caught her eye. A
closer
look revealed that it housed the Theed Museum of Art. A perfect
diversion. She strolled the gallery, vaguely appraising the paintings
and holos. While Mara was viewing some Rebellion Era sculptures, she
abruptly seized up in acute pain and excessive fear. She leaned
heavily against an ornate pedestal almost tipping it over. Steadying
her shaking body, she gulped for air as her physical and mental bond
with Luke assaulted her senses. Images of his father, the Ssi ruuk,
the Emperor, the drochs, his murdered Aunt and Uncle, Kenobi's death
and Callista flashed rapidly blinking in and out with Luke's
emotional
turmoil. Her danger sense erupted full bore causing a slightly
panicked Mara to flee the museum.

As the taxi speeder neared the Panaka Memorial MedCenter, her danger
sense had subsided only slightly. Once she entered the medcenter, the
2-1B approached her in the corridor. In a monotonous voice, it
announced that "Master Skywalker had to be restrained and will need
to
stay the night for observation."

Mara was not startled at this pronouncement due to the episode she
experienced in the Museum. Considering the levels of pain and fear
that she felt from Luke, she knew that something had happened.
Cautiously, she queried, "Why? What happened after you reattached
his
prosthesis?"

"The reattachment was successful. A routine intravenous of anesthetic
and nutrients had been inserted into Master Skywalker's arm. A second
bag was attached after the surgery was complete. Half of the bag's
contents had been pumped into his systems before he started reacting
violently."

Mara paled significantly. She knew what had happened even before the
2-1B could proclaim it; the IV bag had been contaminated with
something somehow. Then Luke's emotions hit her again like a tidal
wave beating her down. Fear and sorrow assaulted her, dragging her
into the abyss. She didn't wait for the 2-1B to finish; she
frantically ran to Luke's room, the 2-1B on her heels. A terrifying
sight met her. Luke Skywalker was strapped to... no had been
strapped to
the hoverbed. Medical implements, including the IV which was no
longer
attached to his arm, were scattered about the room. He was curled in
a
fetal position, bawling hysterically and hoarsely vocalizing "No,
that's not true. That's impossible."

Mara was immediately at his side, stroking his sweat drenched
forehead
attempting to gain his attention. Soothingly and softly, she spoke,
"Luke, its me, Mara. Its okay, I'm here now."

She knelt down and placed her cheek on his. Closing her eyes, she
sought out his force sense, joined it carefully and began searching
for the cause of his delirium. She found it quickly. Spice. Somehow
spice had gotten into his IV. Using her rudimentary healing
techniques, the very ones Luke had shown her earlier that day, she
began to cleanse his system of the drug. It was an exhausting process
so that when the last vestige of spice was gone, she collapsed fully
at his bedside. 2-1B, who had been monitoring Luke, confirmed her
success. "He's stable now."

**

Mara was curled up in a chair gazing at the sunset. A kaleidoscope of
color was splashed across the sky prompting Mara to think about an
abstract work of art she had seen in the museum in Theed. The bright
red seemed to dominate the horizon, sending a warning signal through
Mara's consciousness. The danger was weak at the moment but Mara
sensed that it would increase. The colors faded suddenly as a cloud
floated in, casting a dark shadow over Mara. And Luke. The darkness
seemed to be tagging along with them continually trying to infiltrate
their happiness. Just when she thought it was beaten and defeated, it
returned with a vengeance. She closed her eyes attempting to focus on
the danger and the darkness but nothing was clear. Sighing deeply,
she
turned to gaze at the now sleeping Luke. She shuddered as she
remembered the images projected by Luke during his drug-induced
hallucinations. They all seemed to reflect the dark moments of his
life, horrors that were often his demons and haunted him continually.
He was chained to his past and she needed to free him just as he had
freed her. He seemed unwilling to be free but that was going to
change
soon. His secret spot was going to be declassified. She had been
sorely tempted to break down the walls when she was helping him heal
but held back from such a gross violation of his privacy during his
weakness. After he was physically healed, together they would work on
the spiritual healing.

The 2-1B insisted that Luke alone remain for observation of both
non-rejection of the reconnected prosthetic hand and to scan for any
ill effects from the spice. With a well-trained blaster targeting his
main processor, the 2-1B relented to Mara's demand to remain with
Luke
in his room. There was no way in Hoth she would leave him alone when
someone was trying to kill him. That wasn't really true though. It
was
more like someone was trying to scare him. The door to the room slid
open and Mara was on her feet at the foot of Luke's bed, blaster
aimed
at the entrant. It was the 2-1B, who stopped momentarily at the sight
of her, then continued to Luke. Mara watched him closely as he
checked
Luke and left again. Still holding the blaster, she was watching the
door close when she noticed a shift in Luke's awareness as he woke
up.
She turned abruptly holstering the blaster and coming to sit on the
bed by his side. He smiled at her and said dryly, "I think we should
call the manager and change our reservations. I distinctly remember
requesting a double."

She laughed at his comment then responded. "I could request a room
with a bacta pool."

Shifting himself upward in the bed, he retorted. "No, that's quite
all
right. I have no desire to go swimming in that stuff."

"But, Luke dear, you should be an expert by now."

He raised his eyebrows at her comment. He looked at her seriously and
said, "I've been thinking of investing in Zaltin. I might have a
problem with the Securities..."

"...Commission because they might accuse you of insider trading."

Mara finished his sentence, causing him to shake his head in
amusement. Before he could say anything else, she kissed him on the
lips. He drank in her sweetness, like a thirsty man after a long
draught. He held her tightly, not wanting to release her. She
attempted to stand up, but he didn't want to stop kissing her. She
finally pulled loose and put her finger to his lips. "You need to
rest
so we can leave here in the morning. I prefer our accommodations at
the hotel. Besides, Sio will have a copy of the data for you
tomorrow."

Luke wanted to jump out of bed and leave right then, but the glare
Mara gave him altered his decision. He settled back in the bed and
snuggled under the covers. "Okay. Can you tell me why I'm still
here?
I thought the procedure would only be several hours but not require
an
overnight stay?"

Mara masked her emotions; she was startled that he didn't remember.
Not wanting him to question her, she decided to offer minimal
information. "Complications. I'll tell you about it in the morning.
Just get some sleep."

Luke was puzzled by her gruff response, but let it pass. At least she
was with him, that's what was important and that fact comforted him.
The rest could wait.
**to be continued**

Chapter 6

After Luke entered a healing trance, 2-1B entered the room with
another IV. Mara refused it immediately even though 2-1B assured her
it was pure, untainted nutrients. She scanned it and confirmed its
purity but still decided to play it safe. The other IV was supposedly
pure too and she wasn't taking any unnecessary risks.

Anxious to do some detective work, Mara quietly left the room. After a
few hours of sleuthing, she came up with absolutely nothing. No
witnesses, no fingerprints, no clues. It was as if the spice just
spontaneously appeared in the IV. All the proper seals were attached
and no suspicious beings had been noticed. The lack of information
frustrated her to no end. Who knew Luke was being treated? It was a
freak accident. Who had access to medical supplies? Security measures
controlled drug disbursement. Medical personnel? They had to undergo
background checks. Security monitors revealed nothing according to the
head of security, Astrid Fields, who had watched the vids for the
whole center and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Mara asked for
copies so she would watch them also; she was positive something was
there.

Feeling tired and weary, she returned to Luke's room. A repulsor bed
had been rolled in for her sleep on. Settling down for the night, Mara
did a brief probe on Luke's physical condition. He had come out of the
healing trance and was sleeping peacefully. She poked around and found
no lingering injuries. His system had not rejected the new hand.
Everything was functioning, as it should be. She paused briefly and
decided to check on his mental condition as well. A force prompting
led her to a hastily constructed wall. She tested the wall with a
slight push. It fell. Behind the crumbling wall, she found some vivid
memories of the evening's events. Apparently, his drug-altered
subconscious had hurriedly pushed everything into a corner and fenced
it in. Stang, no wonder he didn't remember. She pulled out of his mind
and immediately found herself staring into his startled baby blues.
"That's what happened? I was spiced up?"

She provided him with the details he was lacking. Unfortunately, the
spice had muddied his memories. Luke had no idea who could be the
perpetrator; he had too many enemies. They would have to be vigilant
in the future. There was nothing that could be done anyway.
**
The next morning, after 2-1B had signed his release form, Luke
informed Mara that he wanted to go to the library as soon as possible.
She convinced him that a visit to the hotel was necessary first. He
conceded her request; he could use a shower and some clean clothes.

They were in the main lobby, when the concierge paged Mara. It was an
urgent message from Karrde. Mara kissed Luke, leaving him in the lobby
while she went to the public holo station to contact Karrde. Luke,
standing near a massive window, was watching a couple motts digging
their horned snouts into the hotel's magnificent floral garden. He
laughed softly as a silver landscape maintenance droid attempted to
shoo the motts away. The amusing scene was interrupted by the approach
of a familiar presence. Luke turned and faced his old friend, Lando
Calrissian. Luke embraced the older man in a warm hug. Lando grinned
widely, clapped his back and exclaimed loudly, "How you doing, buddy?
Good to see you."

Pulling out of the embrace, Luke smiled back and responded, "Doing
fine. And yourself?"

"Great. Business is booming. I had a long, productive chat with Talon
Karrde yesterday..." Lando's business mode faded as his wandering eyes
landed on the exotic and dangerous form of Mara Jade. His smile
increased as he watched her shift positions in front of the holo
station. Unbeknownst to Lando, Luke, who was hiding a smirk behind his
hand, was watching him. Considering that Lando had once sought Mara's
attentions, Luke knew that his old friend was in for one big surprise.
Lando tore his gaze from Mara and returned his attention to Luke.

Mara noticed Lando talking with Luke and had hoped to avoid him but
saw that it wasn't going to happen. Having completed her business, she
took a deep breath, then strolled across the lobby to join the two
men. Both smiled at Mara as she approached. Ever the gentleman, Lando
took Mara's hand and placed a formal peck upon it. "Hello, Mara. How
have you been? I must say that you look fabulous this morning."

He neglected to release her hand. Irritated at this, but keeping her
composure, she carefully pried her fingers from his firm grip and
smiled smugly. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Calrissian."

Flashing a toothy grin, Lando commented, "I can always hope."

An annoyed Mara decided to wipe that confident grin from his face. Not
changing her bland expression, she glanced at Luke. "Hello,
Skywalker."

Before Luke could respond, Mara grabbed him abruptly at the shoulders
and captured his unresisting lips with her demanding ones. They
embraced each other tightly and the kiss deepened in its intensity.
Slack jawed at the sight before him, Lando viewed the passionate kiss
in utter disbelief. That kiss was NOT the kind exchanged between old
friends. What was going on?

Mara was thoroughly enjoying the kiss and the reaction it garnered
from Calrissian. She felt his disbelief and confusion and reveled in
it. Luke gently reprimanded her. 'Mara, as much I'm enjoying this, I'd
like to tell Lando our good news, before he starts jumping to wrong
conclusions.'

Mara pressed her lips even more fully to Luke's, and responded, 'Let
him jump.' Her hands moved from his shoulder blades, down his
well-toned back, coming to rest on his firm rear end. Then she
promptly smacked his derriere, eliciting a muffled yipe. She pulled
her lips from Luke's and turned to face an astonished Calrissian. His
impression of a stuttering Mon Calamari was quite becoming. Mara
reached out her hand and snapped his mouth shut. She politely smiled
but said nothing. A blushing Luke decided to end Lando's confusion.
"Lando, Mara and I are married."

Lando continued to stare wide-eyed at Mara and Luke. "Lando, did you
hear me?"

Luke waved his hand in front of Lando's face and was relieved when
Lando blinked and nodded. Clearing his scratchy throat, Lando
acknowledged Luke's statement. "You and Mara are married?"

Luke laughed and said, "Yes. We're married." He put his arm around
Lando's shoulders. "Let's go to the lounge and have a caf. I'll tell
you all about it."

**
Sabella Ollie met Luke and Mara in the conference room of the library.
She cheerfully handed Luke the copied datafiles that Sio had given her
just moments prior. "Everything that we have decoded is on here. It's
yours to keep. It's been an honor to work with you, Master Skywalker."

Luke, giddy with excitement, thanked her and said, "Please, call me
Luke. This means so much to me. Thank you again for your efforts."

They settled down once again to view the data. Luke scrolled until he
came to the section they had reached the other day; his father, a
slave on Tantooine. The force tingled at the back of Luke's mind, but
he couldn't place the reason. It was as if something was missing,
something important. Not one to ignore a prodding of the force, he
sought confirmation from Mara. She hadn't received any sending, thus
was confused at his hesitation. He filed the feelings away thinking
that he would return to them later. Besides, further reading could
explain the twinges. Focusing once again on the data, he picked up the
thread once again. He began to read 'There, the group arrived on
Coruscant. The Queen's entourage was received by a Republic
contingent, which included Supreme Chancellor Valorum and Senator
Palpatine of Naboo.' Luke and Mara both gasped audibly, and Mara paled
slightly at the sight of her former master's name. Luke reeled at the
idea that the former Emperor had once been a Senator from Naboo, his
mother's home planet. The man had actually been elected to office,
hadn't he? He could almost feel the betrayal that all of Naboo must
have felt when Palpatine's true nature and aspirations were revealed.
A shivering Mara caused him to withdraw from his contemplation. Luke
held her close, her head on his shoulder. Seeking to comfort her, he
stroked her red-gold tresses softly and lightly kissed her clammy
forehead. He murmured sweetly, "It's okay, Mara. He has no hold on you
anymore."

As if trying to hide from an Anzati, she nuzzled her beautiful face
into his safe, strong chest. Why was she reacting this way? She knew
the Emperor had no hold on her, yet as soon as she had read his name,
she felt a deep and sudden cold. Stang it! The dark side was rearing
its ugly head again. The same shadowy darkness that had been crossing
their path was back with a vengeance. Something horrible was on the
horizon and she was sithing tired of it. She was irked that she
couldn't contain the problem. Fighting with shadows was not to her
liking. Like Solo, she preferred a straight fight. She felt another
tender kiss upon her head. Her green eyes stared at the data, then she
spoke. "I'm okay, Luke. Bad memories but I'm fine, really."

He kissed her softly and joined her in staring at the data. The senate
transcripts followed:
'Valorum: The chair recognizes the senator from the sovereign system
of Naboo.
Palpatine: Supreme Chancellor, delegates of the Senate....'

Luke weeded through the transcripts of the meeting. The Trade
Federation objected to his mother's statement about the invasion.
They wanted her to defer to a Senate commission to explore the
validity of her accusations? Luke couldn't believe it. They didn't
act! Was it any wonder that he held so many politicians in disdain? He
knew the difficulties Leia faced but she was a cut above ordinary
politicians. He could see where she got it from, their mother. He
could envision his mother's fierce determination when he read her
response to the ruling.

'Queen Amidala: I will not defer. I have come before you to resolve
this attack on Naboo sovereignty now. I was not elected Queen to watch
my people suffer and die while you discuss this invasion in committee.
If the chancellor is not capable of action, I suggest new leadership
is needed. I move for a vote of no confidence in the supreme
chancellor.'

"That doesn't bode well," murmured Mara.

Luke glanced quizzically at Mara. "What do you mean?"

"Keep reading. We'll find out soon enough."

Sure enough, Mara's feelings proved true. Amidala's no confidence
ousting of Valorum lead to the election of Senator Palpatine. Luke was
devastated. The man responsible for most of the horrors in his, and
Mara's, life was able to attain his position with the help of Luke's
mother. His enthusiasm for his family legacy and history was decidedly
dampened. Maybe the old adage that ignorance is bliss wasn't so bad
after all.

"He manipulated her, Luke."

Luke blinked, "What?"

Mara took his hand in hers. "The man was a conniving genius. He had
everybody fooled. Don't take it so hard."

He nodded in resignation. He was getting too wrapped up in his
research. He needed to stop taking everything so personally. Mara
motioned her hand to the next paragraph. "There. They returned to
Naboo and your mother was responsible for an alliance of the Naboo and
the Gungans. That was the first time they worked together on anything.
That's a feat worthy of praise."

The corners of his mouth turned up at how she had deftly redirected
him. Stars, he loved her.

'A battle ensued which led to the liberation of Naboo but not without
losses among both races as well as one of the Jedi, Qui-Gon Jinn.
Luke's father, Anakin, flew a Naboo starfighter against the Trade
Federation battleship control ship.'

And received the credit for destroying it! His father, at age 9, blew
up an enemy battleship. Amazing.

'Like father, like son.' He heard Mara say in his mind.

The two final pieces of information were about a funeral and a victory
celebration. Obi-Wan's master, Qui-Gon Jinn, died during the
confrontation. The notice said that many of the Jedi, including
council members attended. A holo showed them before a funeral pyre.
Luke recognized Yoda, his mother and father, and a very young Ben. The
same tingle he had felt earlier returned, stronger this time. The
notice indicated that Qui-Gon was killed during ground fighting. But
it rang false to Luke. Something was missing, something important. His
gaze landed on Palpatine. The man looked...smug. It was as if everything
that occurred was to his... his what? Searching for enlightenment, Luke
moved on to the victory celebration. A parade to celebrate the
alliance of the Naboo and Gungan peoples and their hard-fought victory
over the Trade Federation. His eyes rested up the figure of his mother
presenting the Globe of Peace. Two Gungans, Boss Nass, who received
the Globe, and Jar Jar Binks were also in the holo. He almost fell out
of his chair as realization hit him like a star destroyer. Jar Jar
Binks. The official who performed their union ceremony knew Luke's
parents. The old Gungan's comments made sense now. Luke smacked his
hand on his head. "How could I have missed the connection?"

Mara made the connection at the same time and was already at the door.
"Come on, Luke. We can call him from the public comm station."

He jumped up and ran after her. Someone was still alive who knew his
parents. Not only that, Luke had the feeling that Jar Jar would be
able to clear up the niggling sense of something missing from the
funeral report. Things were looking up indeed.

Mara was able to reach Jar Jar on the first buzz. He remembered them.
His old voice cracked as he spoke, "Mesa remember yous. Mara and
Ani...oopsy Luke. Dis grand."

Luke blurted out, "Jar Jar, could you talk to us about Obi-Wan Kenobi,
Qui-Gon Jinn, and Anakin Skywalker and Queen Amidala? It would be
helpful to us."

"Obi-One and Quiggon? Mesa hep. Tis very bombad dat Quiggon dead.
Bombad jedi killed Quiggon."

Luke asked, "Bombad Jedi?"

Mara whispered, "Sith."

Finally understanding the niggling feeling, Luke wanted to find out
more from Jar Jar. "Can we come over to visit with you? You can tell
us all about the bombad Jedi and my parents."

"Tis good. Dey good Ani and Padme. Mesa tell yous everything."

Luke disconnected the call. Finally, first hand evidence. The Sith had
begun to rise earlier than he thought. The Jedi Council had kept it a
secret and didn't tell anyone. As he hurried to the speeder, he felt a
rush of relief. Things were looking up and he would get some concrete
answers.

*to be continued*

Chapter 7:

The weather turned nasty during the speeder trip to the outskirts of
town, where Jar Jar Binks lived. The rain pelted the speeder with a
steady rhythm and the sky darkened as heavy clouds gathered. A bolt
of
lightning sparked across the horizon, reminding Mara of the force
lightning wielded by C'baoth on Wayland. She saw Luke grimace in
remembrance of his encounter with Palpatine on the Death Star. Her
danger sense flared and she reached for the dashboard to steady
herself, as Luke swerved the speeder to avoid an ikpoi that had
stopped in the middle of the road. The neck-less animal shook its
antlered head at the speeder then leaped off the road. A crash was
averted but her danger sense hadn't ceased. Luke chanced to glance at
her and she saw his concerned expression. He too was sensing danger
ahead.

The speeder lurched to a stop in front of an ancient dwelling. Mara
could see the old Gungan standing outside his door. When he saw them,
he waved rapidly, bouncing up and down at the same time. Mara looked
at Luke who was still agitated. Something wasn't right. They scanned
the area for danger and located none. The precipitation had decreased
and a few rays of sun sliced through the cloud cover. Exiting the
speeder, Luke and Mara kept their pace slow so as not to startle Jar
Jar. Luke approached him first and held his hand out in greeting.
"Hello, Jar Jar. Thank you for agreeing to speak with us."

Jar Jar's bulbous eyes blinked heavily. "Heydey ho. Welcome."

Luke smiled and said, "Thank you."

As they walked into the staid room, Mara felt her danger sense blare.
Stopping briefly at a table and retrieving something out of a box,
Jar
Jar started talking again. "Mesa thank yous for dis gift."

Luke stiffened at Jar Jar's statement. "Gift?"

Jar Jar had crossed the room and plopped into a chair. "Maccaneks
bring dis box. Dey looken good." He took a bite out of a piece of
fruit that he had held in his hand.

Mara lifted the lid and looked inside to see a few pear- shaped
fruits
resting on indented cushions. One was missing. She recognized them
instantly: moonglow. Fear formed in the pit of her stomach and she
looked frantically to Luke. They both turned horrified faces to look
at Jar Jar and had their worst suspicions confirmed. The old Gungan
was slumped in his chair, his head lolled to the left and his rough
tongue handing out the side. Luke went up to Jar Jar and placed his
hands on the Gungan's head. Luke hung his head in sorrow; he was too
late. The poison had run its course, quickly and painlessly. No life
remained in the Gungan but at least he hadn't suffered.

Regretfully, Mara shook her head. Why did this happen? She looked at
the box again and noticed a small card on the top. She picked it up
and read it. 'To Jar Jar. Thank you for your help. From Luke and Mara
Skywalker.'

**

Theed Security dispatched a coroner who confirmed what Luke and Mara
already suspected: Instantaneous death from ingestion of improperly
processed moonglow. The detective assigned to the case, Ric Tarpals,
insisted that Luke and Mara come to the station for questioning. In
light of the fact that the murder weapon bore their names, it was a
foregone conclusion. They were more than willing to answer any
questions but the antagonism of the Gungan officers present made them
uneasy.

The situation didn't improve at the station. An assimilated Gungan,
Tarpals had completed extensive security training with the Naboo and
was determined to catch the perpetrator. He separated Luke and Mara,
putting each in their own interrogation cell. Mara was irritated but
knew they would be exonerated. She opened up her force sense to touch
Luke but found nothing. Ysalamiri. That meant that the Security
forces
knew they were Jedi and knew that they would be in the station.
Shavit. They were being set up. She paced the room in an attempt to
cool her rising anger. First, the spice, now moonglow and murder. The
darkness was moving in again, tangling them in its web. There was
something or someone hiding and causing destruction that was directed
to her and Luke. She was really beginning to hate Theed. Its beauty
ceased to enthrall her anymore.

Several hours later, a scowling Detective Tarpals entered the room
and
was met by an equally scowling Mara Skywalker. Tarpals dark-eyed
stare
was no match for Mara's blazing green one, but he didn't flinch.
Instead, he pulled a chair over and sat down. The stare-down
continued
a few moments before Tarpals' bulbous eyes blinked. He loudly cleared
his throat and commenced by saying, "Yous in big trubble. We no like
Outlanders dat do murder ta grand warrior."

"We didn't murder him. We went there to talk to him." Mara retorted.

"Da moonglow dey in da box wit da card from yous and yous husband."

"We never sent him anything."

"Yous fingerprints dey on da box and da card."

Mara sighed. She shouldn't have opened the box. "He thanked us for a
gift that we didn't send. I looked in the box to see what he was
talking about. I saw the card and picked it up to read it."

"Da handwriting tis yous husband. Tis confirmed."

Mara couldn't get a read on Tarpals. True, the force was absent but
she had always been able to figure out what a sentient was really
saying by their expressions and actions. But Tarpals was a blank
slate. Maybe she wouldn't get a read on the Gungan; she had no
experience with his species. She had to admit that she had developed
a
grudging respect for the officer. He was good. "Obviously, it was a
forgery."

"Da chef at da hotel remembers yous. He say yous inquired about da
moonglow last night. Dis sunnup, four fruits dey stolen. "

"I didn't steal them, I never talked to any chef about moonglow."

"Da chef give maxibig description of yous. He say "she had the
brightest red hair" he ever see."

"That's not possible."

"Mesa see da sketch. Tis yous." He reached his long arm into his coat
pocket and pulled out a datapad. He deftly tossed it to Mara, who
caught it with ease. She was astonished to find her mirror image on
the screen. It was her. This isn't right; she never talked to any
chef
about moonglow. There is no way he could have identified her. She
wasn't there...Wait, he said last night. She was at the medcenter
last
night. "Detective Tarpals, I can prove that I wasn't at any hotel
speaking to any moonglow chef last night. I was at Panaka Memorial
MedCenter with my husband, who was recovering from surgery. You can
verify with Astrid Fields, the security officer for the medcenter."

"But yous no deny de sketch. Da chef described yous. How could he do
dat if he not rilly see yous?"

Mara was puzzled about that. "Maybe he saw me somewhere else."

"But why put yous wit da moonglow?"

"I honestly don't know."

His eyestalks rigid, he stared at her for a moment then got up and
walked to the door. He reached with his thick hand for the release
pad
then pulled up short. With a sigh, he turned back to face Mara. "Mesa
confirmed yous whereabouts wit Ms Fields long time ago."

Mara glared at him in disbelief. "Long time ago? Then what's with all
the questions if you already knew..."

Tarpals interrupted her tirade. "Mesa not know. Mesa received
anonymous tip bot da moonglow theft; den mesa received yous call.
Mesa
wanted to see what yous say. Yousa rilly look like da holo. "

Mara narrowed her eyes even more. "You got my statement. It's not me.
Maybe somebody is impersonating me or thinks they saw me. I don't
know. Now, I ask that you move aside and let me leave."

Tarpals shook his head. "No, mesa think not."

"What? And why not?" Mara was fuming.

Whereas most sentient beings would halt in fear of the woman before
them, Tarpals confidently approached Mara and ushered her to a chair.
Her anger was slowly being replaced by curiosity. Once she was
seated,
Tarpals leaned on the table in front of her and said, "Sid, no doen
de
sensors."

Mara was totally confused. She blinked and nearly jumped out of her
chair when a voice answered. "All clear Ric."

Tarpals sat down across from Mara. "Dis point. Mesa warning yous. Dey
setten yous up for bad fall. Da tipster say bot da moonglow theft.
Den
he informed us dat Jedi doen murder and dat dey no like da Gungans.
We
goen ta need ysalamiri."

Mara paled significantly. "That's ridiculous. Jedi honor all sentient
beings. Jar Jar knew Luke's parents and was the key to the past.
There
was no reason in Hoth we would want to kill him."

Tarpals regretfully added, "Tis bombad. Tipster goen ta de press."

Mara groaned. If the tipster had told the press that it was a
racial...The press would eat them alive when they left the station.
She
wanted her blaster back. "I know we're being set up. I assume that
the
press is out front."

"Yes. Dats why yous no leave. Mesa talk wit yous husband. He sad."

Mara remembered Luke's despair at the Gungans's death. So close to
the
answers he had been searching for for years. "You believe us, don't
you? Luke told you who his mother was, didn't he." It was a
statement,
not a question.

Tarpals nodded respectfully. "Me confirmed wit Sabella Ollie. Wit her
statement and da ones of Astrid and 2-1B, yous alibi is
corroborated."
He paused briefly. "What scare me is dat yous and yous husband have
very bombad enemy. One dat pound yous in murder investigation. Da
sketch artist say dat da chef was far away goen through his
description. Mesa no release yous without grand warrior."

Mara murmured. "That's nothing new." Then stated, "We can take care
of
ourselves."

Tarpals wasn't convinced. "Still, mesa think mebbe would be best..."

"Look, Tarpals, Luke and I have plenty of experience dealing with
unknown enemies. Just return our weapons and we'll be on our way."

Conceding defeat, Tarpals said, "Sid, give da Skywalkers' dey
weapons."

"Who's Sid?"

"Mesa assistant. Oh, don't look at me like dat. He not know nutten
bout our conversation. Remember when me say no doen da sensors. Dat
his cue to stop monitoring, you betcha. Sid is security interrogation
droid, a maccanek. He no hear. " He walked to the door and palmed the
opener. "Comen. Go wit yous husband. Mesa give da press conference
exonerating yous, den yous beggone out de back."

Mara followed quickly and abruptly ran into Luke, who embraced her. A
matte black humanoid droid handed Mara her blaster and lightsaber.
She
noticed that Luke was already sporting his lightsaber. Tarpals
gestured to a long corridor at the right. "Da speedest way tada
public
speeder terminal, tis dat way."

Luke shook the man's hand. Mara didn't offer hers. "I'd like to say
it's been fun, but it hasn't."

"Mara!"

"Luke, I'm not in a good mood. So, Tarpals, it won't be a problem for
us to leave unnoticed. Just keep the ysalamiri out of our way." With
that she dragged Luke behind her as she headed down the hall.

**
In their hotel suite, Luke leaned on the railing of the balcony,
watching the sunrise. It still seemed odd to him that a planet could
have only one sun. The red-gold orb crawled out of the pit of
darkness, bringing forth warmth and light. He observed the shadows as
they ran from the brightness. He breathed in the freshness of the
morning air. A peko peko flew by, its leathery wings stretched taut.
Luke could see a tag on its leg, identifying it as a domesticated
pet.
As it fluttered off in the distance, Luke's attention was drawn to a
sound behind him. Twisting his head, he saw that it was Mara.

She had just gotten out of the shower. Her hair was still up in a
towel. "Good morning, Luke."

He smiled at her. "Good Morning. Breakfast is on its way up. You're
hungry, I..."

"Can feel it. I know, I know." Mara laughed.

The buzzer rang and the announcing chime sang out room service. Luke
got up and said, "I'll get it."

A few minutes later, they were both seated at the small dinette
table,
eating a tasty avian egg dish. Mara spoke first. "Luke, can we go
home?"

"Home?"

Mara took a breath. "Yes. I've been here longer than I ever thought I
would be. I know you needed to get the datadiscs and since Sio gave
you the copies of everything they had cracked, I thought that maybe
we
could leave."

Luke looked at her for a moment. He had been so involved in his
research, he had neglected to think of Mara's feelings. He didn't
want
to make that kind of mistake again. "Sure. We can leave today."

A smile spread on her radiant face. "Thank you."

She got up from her place and came over to sit on Luke's lap. "I have
one request."

She wrapped her slender arms around his shoulders. He put his hands
on
her hips and then kissed her lips. "And what is that request?"

"That I get to be the pilot." She grinned and began to nibble on his
ear.

He scrunched his head, trying to get her loose from his ear. "Mara,
that tickles."

She pulled back and looked into his deep blue eyes. She gave him a
devious smile then moved her hands to her hips. "Tickles? I'll give
you tickles."

She immediately set her fingers to work tickling his ribs. He tried
to
get away but only succeeded in landing on the ground. Mara came down
on top of him with a thud. "Oof. Mara, you okay?"

She was on her hands and knees above him. The towel had fallen from
her head and her gorgeous wet hair cascaded down the sides of her
face, framing her beauty. He was so mesmerized that he didn't notice
the cold drops that landed on his chest. He reached up to stroke her
cheek when he noticed the glint in her eye. Her lips twisted and she
said, "I'm okay, but you might not be."

She leaned down and smothered his mouth with hers. Although fervently
enjoying the kiss, he was beginning to get dizzy from lack of oxygen.
However, he reluctantly let her pull away. Soon, he ran his quivering
fingers into her hair and pulled her back down. She kissed him
quickly
on the lips then went for his ear again. Mara felt triumphant at
being
able to get the strong, compact Jedi Master to squirm. The buzzer
rang
again and she heard the announcing chime. Not willing to accept the
interruption, she waved her hand at the door, bolting it with the
force and setting the codes for "do not disturb". An astonished Luke
gaped at her. Before he could make any comment, Mara ensured his
silence by taking his unresisting lips into hers.
**to be continued**

Note: I do not hate Jar Jar.

Chapter 8

While Mara was packing, Astrid Fields stopped by the suite to deliver
a copy of the vid from the security monitors of the Medcenter. Astrid
didn't think it would be helpful but provided the copy anyway. Mara
sensed that the woman was leery of her. Probably saw Mara level her
blaster at 2-1B one too many times. Mara smirked at the thought.
Anyway, she quickly ushered Astrid out of the suite and continued her
packing. She had put the last article in the bag when the door buzzed
and announced the arrival of a Sid. She instinctively reached out in
the force and touched nothing. Then she remembered that Sid was the
droid from Theed Security. Stars, what could have happen now? She
palmed the door open and said brusquely, "What is it?"

Sid's coating cast a glare that caused Mara to blink. Silently, he
lifted his arm and presented a datapad to her. It read:

'All charges against you have been dropped. Received death threat on
you. For your own safety, suggest that you leave the planet. May the
Force be with you. Detective Ric Tarpals.'

Mara shrugged and rolled her eyes. Grand, she, actually they, had
just
been thrown off the planet. She thrust the datapad back into Sid's
glossy hand. "Yeah, we're going. Thanks."

She moved back to close the door when Sid stepped into the doorframe.
"Wait. I'm instructed to give you the codes for leaving the
spaceport.
It will be necessary since all the authorities haven't received
notification of your clearance to leave." His monotonous mechanical
voice droned on, making her wish she were listening to Tarpals. At
least his voice was lively.

He activated the datapad again and showed her the codes. Pushing a
button, he ejected a disc. "Use these codes for clearance. Then, they
will not shoot you down."

Mara muttered sarcastically, "Wouldn't want that to happen."

Unable to understand her sardonic comment, Sid replied, "No. We
wouldn't. The paperwork would be horrendous. Good day, Mrs.
Skywalker."

With that, he turned and retreated stiffly down the corridor.

**

Luke returned to the suite not long after Sid had delivered his
message. Mid morning, he had gone to see Sabella Ollie regarding the
datadiscs that had not yet been decoded. He was hoping to take them
to
Ghent and have the slicer crack them. Sabella denied his request, at
least for the moment. She told him that the library had granted Luke
permission to view the discs only because of his ancestry. Other
foreigners would not receive the same consideration, but she would
keep the option open for a later date. Slightly dejected, he returned
to the suite to find that Mara had finished packing. She informed him
about Sid's visit. He sighed heavily and said, "Figures."

Hoping to perk him up, she used her finger to lift his chin and
looked
into his somber eyes. "Luke, don't worry about it. At least we have
the clearance codes. Usually, we have no advance warning of a
possible
firefight."

He didn't respond like she had hoped. Drastic measures were needed to
snap him out of his gloomy state. She placed her hands on her hips,
then suddenly swung out her left leg and hooked it around his left
leg. She had hoped to bring him down but was surprised when he
quickly grabbed her calf, preventing her from continuing her motions.
"Tsk, tsk, Mara. Is that a nice thing to do to your husband?"

He was smirking at her! "Why you...Skywalker, you did that on
purpose!
Let go."

"I don't think that would be a good idea. I'm safer with you off
balance."

That was true enough. She was balanced precariously on one foot. Any
movement would send her sprawling. Glaring viciously at him, a sudden
feral smile crossed her lips as an idea grew. Closing her eyes, she
concentrated on gathering the force to herself, then sent it spinning
at Luke, only to have it dissipate against his firmly erected force
shield. She heard him laugh in her mind. 'You'll have to do better
than that, Jade.' She took a deep breath to control her temper. He
was
purposely baiting her. 'Living dangerously, Skywalker?'

He winked at her then said, "Always. I married you, didn't I?"

Her mouth fell open at that audible comment. Before she could make
any
retort, he dropped hold of her leg, letting it flop down. She
automatically sought her balance. Immediately, his arms were around
her waist, embracing her and his lips kissing hers, so demandingly.
Almost as soon as it began, it ended. All too soon. "Mara, it's check
out time. Let's go."

He picked up the bags and headed for the door. Dumbfounded, a flushed
Mara gaped at him. "Skywalker, what was that?"

He smiled innocently. "A kiss, of course."

He looked ten years younger when he smiled like that and oh, so
handsome and rugged. She started to melt but held firm. Placing her
hands on her hips, she said, "I know that but why?"

"Why not?"

Her frustration level was in orbit. "Arrrrgh. Don't do that,
Skywalker."

"Do what?"

She force threw a pillow at him but he rebuffed it. His smile was
totally disarming. "Mara? Do you still want to pilot?"

She blinked in confusion. "Yes."

He palmed the door and said, "Then, come on. Or I'll change my mind
and pilot myself."

She threw her hands up in defeat and stomped passed Luke. He grinned
as she walked down the corridor. It was so much fun keeping her off
balance.

**
As they entered the docking bay, Mara thought back to the first time
she had seen Luke's ship. He had shown it to her during their first
week of dating. First week. It was only last week. Time had flown by
so quickly.

// He looked so adorable when he escorted her there. His excitement
vibrated through the force thus increasing her excitement level. He
actually covered her eyes with his hands. "Just a minute, Mara. We're
almost there."

He adjusted her position and once he was satisfied that she had the
best possible view, he uncovered her eyes. She was not disappointed
as
the ship came into focus. It was a magnificent and awesome starship.
A Sorosuub Luxury 3000. Slightly larger than a YT1300, it was much
more impressive looking. She ran her hand along the hull, over the
truncated nose, the wide fuselage and the elliptical wings. After
having completed the circuit, she followed Luke up the ramp to see
the
interior. The cockpit was quite functional, designed exclusively for
one pilot to easily run all systems, if necessary. There were two
extremely comfortable chairs for the pilot and co pilot. The weaponry
and sensor systems were impressive and bordered on the illegal. That
is, if she, Mara Jade, had acquired them. But Luke had kept his
military flight certification and had an exemption for extra weaponry
and enhanced sensor packages. His status as a war hero was also
advantageous. In addition to a laser cannon, it also had three quad
turbolasers, a tractor beam projector, an automatic shootback system
and a slave circuit control. All switches were in close reach of the
pilot. After getting familiar with the cockpit, she decided to tour
the rest of the ship. The galley had an elegant top of the line
food-processing unit and the lounge contained comfortable nerfleather
furniture and an extensive holonet system. A small medunit was
located
next to the droid alcove. There were two sleeping quarters. The
visitor's cabin was staid and functional. Luke avoided the Captains
cabin but Mara insisted. He opened the door for her and she entered
swiftly before he could change his mind. The sight that greeted her
amazed her. The cabin was elegant and it contained the finest
furnishings available. She stroked the smooth bedcovers and held them
to her face, luxuriating in their softness. "Luke, these are gorgeous
and so soft. Who decorated?"

Luke, who had been staring at her the whole time, blushed as if he
had
been caught doing something naughty. "Um, Lando did."

She cocked her eyebrow at him and stated, "Calrissian. That doesn't
surprise me. That man has an eye for creature comforts." //

Luke's voice interrupted her recollection. "Mara, let's go."

Mara shook her head and blinked her eyes. "Huh? Oh yeah. After you,
Skywalker."

She followed him up the ramp and into the yacht that she would fly
away from Naboo and its shroud of darkness. The ramp closed silently
behind her. She watched as Luke entered the Captain's cabin to
deposit
the bags. He was still hiding a part of himself from her and it was
time to find it. Once they entered hyperspace, she was going to break
down his barriers. Their bond was going to be complete. No secrets,
no
matter how painful they may be.

**

Mara completed the flight sequence procedures swiftly and expertly
while Luke leaned back in the co pilot chair and observed her. She
was
in her element. They were so much alike in their desire to be among
the stars. When she was ready, she signaled for him to obtain flight
clearance. He keyed the intercom and contacted flightcontrol. "Theed
Control, this is 'Twin Orbs' requesting clearance for liftoff."

Silence. Luke re-keyed and reiterated. "Theed Control, this is..."

"Twin Orbs, request denied. Power down."

Mara retrieved the codes supplied by Tarpals and inputted them into
the system. Luke transmitted the codes and said, "Theed Control,
transmitting authorization codes."

Silence. Luke could feel Mara's impatience. He reached over and
placed
his hand on her arm, assuring her that it would be fine. She gave him
a look that spoke volumes: she didn't believe it. Static burst forth
from the comm. "Twin Orbs, you have been cleared. Vector being
transmitted now."

"Thank you, Theed Control. Twin Orbs out."

Lift off went smoothly. Mara reached orbit, entered the coordinates
and was soon pulling the hyperspace lever. As the starlines blurred
outside the cockpit, Mara set the ship on autopilot and swiveled her
chair to face Luke. "She handles great. I think I can get used to
piloting more often really quickly."

Luke could feel her glee and something else. "And?"

"Well... I don't particularly like the name you gave her."

"I hadn't given it much thought. I haven't had her long and needed to
call her something."

"Don't worry, I'll think of something."

Luke laughed. "I'm sure you will." He paused. "There's more."

She looked at him seriously. "Luke, we need to talk."

He interlaced his fingers together, pressed his chin on top of them
and stared vacantly at the dash. He knew what she wanted to talk
about. She deserved to know but he didn't think he was ready.

"Luke, you are ready. You can't keep it hidden any longer. I need to
know."

He knew he couldn't keep it locked up any longer. It was devouring
him. He wanted so much to get rid of the pain but to share it with
Mara...

"Luke, we are two pieces of a whole. We share a soul. We can share
pain and memories. Its only fair."

He squeezed his eyes shut. Would he do it? Better yet, could he do
it?
He had been dreading this since he started falling for her. He didn't
want to lose her. He opened his eyes again. Sith, it was hot in here.
He fumbled with the crash restraints, jumped out of the seat and
stumbled to the entry, then froze. He wouldn't run from her. He loved
her. He was startled when her soft, delicate hands wrapped around his
waist. She pressed her body against his back and held him tightly.

"Luke, you won't lose me. I love you, too. But it's time to talk.
It's
time I knew."

She snaked her way around his torso so that she now stood in front of
him. She placed her hands on his cheeks and focused her brilliant
green eyes on his sorrowful blue ones. He bit his trembling lip when
he saw the pure, unadulterated, unconditional love that radiated from
her very being. He knew that he could tell her everything, no matter
how horrible it was.

"Luke. Tell me ... Tell me about Callista."

*to be continued*

Chapter 9

Luke acquiesced to her request with a minute nod of his head, although she could tell that he was still uneasy with the idea. Seeking a more comfortable spot to engage in conversation, Mara led him to the galley. A discussion of this magnitude (at least Mara assumed it would be such) wasn't for the corridor of the ship. She escorted him to the table, then requested some hot chocolate from the food processor. She returned to the table carrying two steaming mugs of Luke's favorite beverage. His demeanor had relaxed since they left the cockpit. The discussion was inevitable and he knew it now and accepted it. He had to unlock the past and remove the shackles so he could go on with the future, their future. After setting down a mug of hot chocolate in front of Luke, Mara sat opposite him. Luke curled his fingers around the mug and then glanced at Mara and caught her eye. She was ready whenever he was. It was best to begin at the beginning. With a hushed voice, Luke said, "It all started on Nam Chorios. I had gone to find her..."

Luke opened himself up completely to Mara. Every wall was torn down. His soul was finally laid bare for her and she could see his memories through his eyes. He took hold of her hand and led her down memory lane. Mara could see the scene unfolding on Nam Choris.

// The Bleak Point gun station was abuzz with activity. It was littered with debris from previous force storms. A disheveled and bruised Leia ran straight for Han, throwing herself into his arms. Luke limped up to the couple. Together they filled Han in on what had happened in the planet. Soon, the gun station would be back online and they would have to leave.

I couldn't get on the shuttle. I couldn't leave without her. Then I saw her. She was wearing a dark crimson coat and gray veils over her malt brown hair. I began to limp towards her but faltered and fell. The next thing I know, she was beside me. "Here, let me help you."

She helped me to stand, unsteadily at first, but I leaned on her for support. "Help me by staying with me."

Her eyes met mine and I could see her mulling it over. Finally, she nodded and then escorted me up the ramp. When we saw the tender reunion of Liegeus and Daala, I knew that we could overcome our obstacles. Surely, our love would be stronger than any problem we would encounter. I embraced her and kissed her fervently. She wilted under the assault of my attentions and I asked her to marry me. She responded yes by returning my kisses.

The captain of the New Republic cruiser, with which the shuttle docked, performed the marriage ceremony. Han and Leia were in attendance, as well as the bridge crew. Thunderous applause greeted us as we sealed our union with a kiss. A steward escorted us to a small VIP cabin where our journey together as husband and wife would begin. //

Luke stopped abruptly, letting go of Mara's hand and she lost view of his memory. She looked to him to see what had happened and noticed that he was blushing. "Luke, why'd you stop?"

"Well, I thought that you might not want to see that next part."

Mara blinked. "The next part? Oh. Yeah."

Mara paused a moment. "Luke, you really don't have to guide me anymore. I can do it myself, now that you have shown me how and where to look. Will you allow me to continue this journey?"

Luke pondered her request. He thought that he could lead her through his memories and shield her from the painful ones. Just to soften the blow. Then he realized what he was doing. He was trying to protect her; just like he had tried to protect Callista when she lost her force powers. He couldn't make that mistake again. He glanced back at Mara and nodded. They would continue the journey together, without an overprotective guide. Mara clasped hold of Luke's hands and then reentered Luke's mind.
//The jungles of Yavin IV were a lush green, extremely damp and alive with the force. The snap-hiss of a lightsaber was heard in the distance. Then a crackle as it met the broad side of another. Moving through the brush, a pair of combatants came into view. They stood en guard, sizing each other up and calculating their options. One was a woman with malt brown hair and gray eyes. Callista. She wore traditional Jedi robes and wielded her sword with mastery matched only by that of her opponent, Luke Skywalker. Several apprentices watched in awe as the couple slashed and parried with utmost ease.

 They had learned much about training of Jedi from Callista, who had begun to share her knowledge since her return with Luke six months prior. Having reconciled herself to the fact that there was little chance of finding the force again, Callista concentrated on educating others on how to use it. She immersed herself in her work, spending hours training, speaking, studying and demonstrating swordsmanship. She was so busy that Luke hired an aide to assist her. Kirawyn Rochester, a black haired, black-eyed Chad native, had come to the Academy seeking to be a Jedi, but had little ability. Callista, feeling a tad bit homesick, took an instant liking to her. Wanting to help both of them, Luke hired Kirawyn to assist Callista with all the paperwork and studying she was doing. He hoped that with an assistant, Callista could free up some time to spend with him. She was constantly in the library studying until the wee hours of the morning. He would wait up for her, but would often fall asleep before she arrived.

It was all for naught. He still went to bed alone at night.

They were speaking to each other less and less each day. Though he wore the serene somber face of the Jedi Master, his insides were churning. No one knew that the Master and his perfect Jedi wife were having major marital difficulties. Neither Luke nor Callista would admit it or show it. He knew it couldn't go on. He failed in helping her regain the force; he could not fail her as a husband. He cornered her one night in the corridor. "Callista, we need to talk."

She agreed and followed him back to their room. Callista sat on the couch and waited for Luke to begin. He sat next to her and held her hand. His voice rose barely above a whisper. "I miss you, Callista. You spend more time with Kirawyn than you do with me. I'm tired of sleeping alone. I want to be a good husband to you and I seem to be failing."

She looked at him, oddly not surprised at his words. Squeezing his hand, she said, "I think that it's a two way star lane, Luke. I haven't been much of a wife." She stared deep into his pleading eyes, knowing that what she was going to say would hurt him, but it couldn't be ignored any more. "I don't think it is our destiny to be together."

Luke's facial expression tightened as he digested her words. No, she was wrong. "No, that's not true. We were made for each other. I can make you happy. Please, just let me try."

She had the good sense not to quote Yoda back to him. "It's not a matter of you making me happy, Luke. I cannot touch the force. It's gone from me. I have accepted it but it still pains me to be around those who have it. You have such power..."

"I don't care if you don't have the force."

Callista shook her head. "I may not have the force but I can see how my not having it affects you."
Confused by her comment, he asked her to clarify. "Luke, you have such power, you need the force. It speaks to you in everything you do. You cannot live without it. We have no connection, no bond. We cannot have one at all because I cannot touch the force. You cannot be complete or fulfilled without a force bond."

He understood what she was saying but still wouldn't accept it. They needed to try to establish that connection. They had it before, it could happen again. "I want to keep trying. I want to save our marriage and I think that we can have a better chance away from here. Let's move to Coruscant. Let's salvage our life together."

She absorbed his earnest words. She didn't think it would work but he was so sincere and anxious. He would do everything in his power to make it work. She owed it to him to try. "Okay, I'll go."
A radiant smile spread on his face. His whole countenance changed. He brought his lips to hers, deepening the kiss with each passing moment. His hand moved up the silky skin of her arm and she shivered in delight. It had been so long since they had been together. She untied the belt of his robe, and then he did the same with hers. He moved his mouth to her neck, eliciting more rapid breathing from her. As he moved down...//

Mara halted the memory when she felt Luke flinch. She looked into his eyes to find that they were welled with tears. "She was right. Because she couldn't touch the force, you could not be complete." Mara stated.

Luke nodded, his lips trembling as he spoke. "I honestly thought it would be okay. I needed her. Our connection through the force...well, I was positive that it would happen again. But I realized that night, that she could be right."

"What made you realize it?"

Luke flushed red and glanced down at the table. "It was after we, um..."

"After you made love." Mara finished his sentence and received an affirmative nod.

Luke loosened his grip on Mara's hands and wiggled his fingers. "It was purely physical. My body responded in the normal way but I felt, empty, incomplete in my spirit. I was missing something but I thought that, hey, this is what it is like for the average person."

"But Luke Skywalker is not the average person," Mara declared.

Luke murmured, "Much to his chagrin."

Mara ripped her hands free of his and glared at him. "You are special, Luke. Don't deny it. You need to be with a force sensitive to be complete. You cannot be balanced or happy without that force connection. Callista couldn't offer that to you. And she was smart enough to know it."

Luke's anger spiked at her outburst, but it subsided quickly. "I know that, I know that now. But then I just dismissed it. I was failing as a husband. I wasn't going to fail. I needed to try."

"Skywalker, you are so stubborn...Couldn't you understand what she was saying?"

"In hindsight, yes. I remembered what Liegeus told me about Daala. 'But she had her own road. I don't think she ever loved me less, but it was a road that I could not follow. I did try. But sometimes...you have to let them go.'** He had sought after her as I had Callista. "

Luke stopped and looked humbly at Mara. "I didn't listen to his advice. Sith, they had a happy ending, why couldn't we? I see now that if I had listened to him and to Callista, things would have turned out vastly different."

Mara could sense Luke's mental exhaustion. Delving deep into his psyche was taking its toll. "Luke, let's take a break. You're tired and" she paused a moment. "You're hungry, I can feel it."

He laughed at her use of his line. Stretching his taut muscles, he rose and walked over to the food processor unit. He ordered a Yavin stew for himself and some Coruscant fare for Mara. After practically inhaling his food, he lingered in the galley waiting for Mara to finish her dish. Mara smiled impishly, savoring each bite of food as she watched Luke pace the galley. "Luke, go to bed."
"Not alone." His voice sounded weak.

Pushing all thoughts of teasing aside, Mara asked, "Why?"

"I don't want to be alone. Callista stopped sleeping with me not long after we were married. I was so lonely. I need to feel you beside me. Please." His words were barely above a whisper.

Her heart ached at the sorrow in his plea. He needed her to take away his pain. She left her food on the table and walked to him. He embraced her, enveloping her with the force, then wrapped his arm around her waist. The feeling of completion and unity in the force was exquisite. They couldn't deny the draw of the force. There was no doubt in her mind that he required this bond to survive. Their gait was slow at first as they sauntered down the corridor. Their gait picked up quickly. Though they had increased their pace, the distance to the Captain's Cabin seemed to be as far as Yavin was from Naboo. Finally, they reached their destination. The door opened and lights came up automatically, allowing them to enter unimpeded. Luke disrobed and climbed under the soft covers. Mara soon joined him then uttered, "Lights off."

They cuddled, basking in the warmth of their bodies and the reassuring tactile moment. Hugging her tightly, Luke whispered, "Just hold me."

She heeded his requested and embraced him back. It felt wonderful to just lay there with him. He began to relax and rest. She knew that there was more to learn about Callista but for now there was just Luke. This was their time, the present. The past could wait.

*to be continued*

(This part of 9 comes after the flashbacks, when Luke and Mara are having food.)
.*****
"Not alone." He stated firmly.

Pushing all thoughts of teasing aside, Mara asked, "Why?"

"I don't want to be alone. Callista stopped sleeping with me not long after we were married. I need to feel you beside me. Please." His words were barely above a whisper.

She left her food on the table and walked over to him. He embraced her, enveloping her with the Force, then wrapped his arm around her waist to escort her from the galley. The feeling of completion and unity in the Force was exquisite. They couldn't deny the draw of the Force. There was no doubt in her mind that he required this Force bond to survive. And at that moment, she realized that she needed it also. Their gait was slow at first as they sauntered down the corridor, then it picked up quickly. Though they had increased their pace, the distance to the Captain's Cabin seemed to be as far as Yavin was from Naboo. Finally, they reached their destination. The door opened and lights came up automatically, allowing them to enter unimpeded. Luke disrobed and climbed under the soft covers. Mara soon joined him then uttered, "Lights off."

They cuddled, basking in the warmth of their bodies and the reassuring tactile moment. It felt wonderful to just lay there next to him. She knew that there was more to learn about Callista but for now there was just Luke. This was their time, the present. The past could wait.

Chapter 10

Their rest break lasted a few hours but little resting was actually done. Luke smiled impishly as he got up and walked to the refresher. Sure, he had been tired, but not that tired. Mara was coming out of the refresher. She gave him a soft peck on the cheek and hurried out of the cabin. After taking a quick shower, he exited the refresher and sat on the edge of the bed to reflect on the 'Callista disclosure', for lack of a better word. He had gotten himself so worked up about it, that he hadn't thought clearly and reacted worse. He had his emotions in check now. Mara was doing exceptionally well for a beginner in her viewing of his memories. She kept within the boundaries he had placed and her touch was non-evasive. His expression darkened as he realized that there was more to come and it wouldn't be any better than what was already revealed. But stang, it was better to get it out than to let it fester inside. He felt Mara's shining presence outside the door and stood to greet her.

Mara had gone to the cockpit to check their position coordinates. She reclined in the chair and thought back on what she had discovered today. She had finally got her desire; Luke had let down his barriers and allowed her in. She wasn't sure if that was such a good thing anymore. Luke and Callista had marital discord. That wasn't a big deal; it happened to lots of couples in the galaxy. But Luke, being who he is, wasn't happy unless he was saving 'something', be it the galaxy or his marriage. No, there was more to it than the fact that the 'perfect' Jedi Master was on the verge of going through a divorce. Callista was dead, killed in a boating accident of some sort, if Mara's memory served her correctly. Why would Luke be so secretive about her death? It's not like he had shot a blaster bolt through her, left her on the ship and scuttled it. Mara's expression reflected her surprise at that sudden thought. Where did that come from? A cold shiver ran down her spine, hinting once again at the darkness that had been shadowing them. There was no way in Hoth that Luke could have killed his wife in cold blood. Yet... it could mean that maybe someone else had. She left the cockpit hurriedly. She needed to hear the rest of the story.

She entered the Captain's Cabin and came face to face with Luke. "You know, Skywalker, it would be nice to actually surprise you sometime."

He pulled her into his embrace. "I'm sorry, Mara. But you can't surprise a Jedi Master." Then he kissed her before she could complain.

After the kiss ended, Mara said, "Fine. Then what did I come here for?"

His eyebrow cocked. "That's a loaded question." She smacked his arm. "Ow. I know you want to know what happened next."

She nodded softly as she sat down in a chair. Luke's serious expression indicated that he was ready. He sat in a chair facing her, took her hand and opened up his mind to her.

// Coruscant, a planet consisting of endless, continuous city. The lights of the city shone brightly, blurring the night into the day. From the balcony of his apartment, Luke watched anonymous speeders zoom by, like so many nerfs in search of pasture. He had brought Callista here, seeking greener pasture. The move was meant to give them time and space to work out their problems but it only succeeded in cementing the differences. They weren't any closer and were actually further apart. Their problems were mounting. He sighed and went into his bedroom. Her bedroom was upstairs.

The door annunciator buzzed and Artoo rolled to answer it. Luke already knew who it was, so he put on a happy face, knowing full well that she would see through his deception anyway. He entered the living room at the same time as Leia, who rushed over to him. "Luke!"

She embraced him fully, then focused her brown eyes on him. "Luke, I was worried when you didn't show up for lunch. What happened?"

Luke sighed heavily. "I was waiting for Callista. I thought that she might still arrive in time."

Leia took hold of Luke's hand. "Luke, speaking of Callista. Can we talk?"

Luke closed his eyes and sighed yet again. He knew what she wanted to talk about. Nodding his head slightly, he led her over to the couch and offered her a seat. She adjusted her dress, then pushed her long brown hair behind her ear. "Luke. I've been sensing...Well, I have been getting these feelings..."

She folded her arms determinedly then said kindly, "Tell me the truth. I've been sensing a heavy amount of discord and a degree of failure coming from you. What's wrong?"

Her face reflected her concern. That was the problem with a Force sensitive twin. He couldn't hide anything from her without her knowing something was amiss. "Callista and I have been having marital difficulties. I convinced her to move here so we could work it out"

Leia spoke before he could finish. "It didn't work." It was a statement, not a question.

Reluctantly, Luke nodded. "Not yet. I have to try. I can't fail her."

Leia said softly, "Luke, you haven't failed her. But she has her own path to follow. One upon which you cannot tread."

Luke was startled by her declaration. So close to what Liegeus had told him. And Callista. No, he shouted to his subconscious. It WAS their destiny to be together. He would continue to deny the opposite. And yet here was his own sister telling him to desert his wife.

"No, Luke. Not desert. Allow your destinies to happen. You need to let her go."

His anger was rising. How could she? "Get out of my mind, Leia," he shouted darkly.

She jumped back at the intensity of his words but held firm. "Luke, I love you. You cannot continue on this path. It is destructive to both you and Callista. Please, think about what I've said..."

Then, all of a sudden, Leia shivered. It was cold, so cold. Luke had violently severed their bond. She looked sadly at him and was surprised to find his expression blank. In a steely voice, he said, "Leia. You should go now."

She bit her trembling lip, then whispered, "Luke. Remember that I love you and care for you. Goodbye."

Leia rose quickly, discreetly wiping a tear from her cheek, and rushed out into the corridor. Luke's eyes widened as realization struck. Why, oh why, did he do* that* to Leia? His remorse was instantaneous. Hoarsely, he cried, "Wait. Leia..."

But she hadn't heard and was already gone. How could he? How could he treat her that way? He rubbed his aching temples. Nothing seemed to be working for him lately. He'd apologize to Leia later. He needed to clear his head now. Some fresh air and a walk would do him some good He grabbed his brown robe and headed for the gardens. //

Luke stopped the memory there. He explained, "I re-established the sibling Force bond with Leia later that day. She was still wary though, afraid that I would cut her off again. She knew that my attempts at reconciliation with Callista were doomed but held her thoughts tightly. She has held her emotions in check since then. That's basically why she was so reluctant when I announced our marriage, Mara. She was worried about how I would survive in another marital relationship."

Mara nodded. "I guess I can understand her reaction then. I didn't know any of the underlying problems she had knowledge of."

Luke admitted. "I had never felt so inadequate. I could release my father from the grip of the Dark Side but I couldn't succeed in improving my marriage."

"Luke, you can't fight your destiny."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

**
They re-entered the trance and continued their journey of discovery.

//Luke spent much of his time training his niece and nephews, at least in a few rudimentary Jedi techniques. They were still too young for complete training but their potential was tremendous. They gave him such joy and a feeling of fatherly pride. There was a sharp pang in his heart. He had already given up any thought of having his own children. It couldn't even happen accidentally because Callista hadn't slept with him since that night on Yavin. He had made overtures but she had rebuffed them, explaining to him that a marriage is not built solely on sex and she didn't want to risk bringing a child into an already rocky marriage. He was ready to tell her he would take repress meds but didn't. Admitting his sexual frustration wouldn't help matters. Little Anakin drew him out of his musing. "Unca Lukie. Why so sad?"

Squatting down, Luke smiled, hoping to lighten the mood. "I was just thinking, Little Jedi."

Anakin straightened his posture and focused his intense blue eyes on his uncle's equally blue ones. In a small but firm voice, he stated, "About Aunt Callista."

It wasn't a question. Luke was continually amazed by the words that came out of the mouth of his 4-year-old nephew. This child was more perceptive than most adults were. Luke said, "Yes, I was."

Suddenly, Anakin was hugging Luke's neck, his soft chubby cheek rubbing against Luke's rough one. Teetering on his feet, Luke almost fell over but was able to keep his balance. Anakin started to whisper into Luke's ear. "I sorry, Unca Lukie."

Luke lifted Anakin up. "About what, Little Jedi?"

Anakin let go of Luke's neck and twisted up his face into an expression that conveyed a 'don't give me that, you know what I'm talking about' look. "It will be okay. My other aunt will help you."

Confused by that statement, Luke decided to ignore it. He mussed Anakin's unruly dark hair after putting him down. "I know it will be okay since I've got a wonderful nephew like you to help. I need to go now. I'll see you again tomorrow."

**

Luke had just reached the corridor leading to his apartment when he sensed high emotions. He flushed red as he realized that the emotions were lustful and sensual. His embarrassment turned to anger when erotic images of his wife assaulted him; it was coming from inside his home. He burst through the door and found Callista in the act of pushing a particularly amorous young man away from her. A feeling of relief passed over her features as she noticed Luke but it was short lived. Luke had given her a cursory glance and then proceeded to Force fling the young man against the wall with a deafening thud. The would-be suitor was soon gasping for breath and clutching at his throat. Luke continued to squeeze, any moment the man would be dead. Callista pushed Luke roughly with her arms and shouted at him. "Luke. Stop it. You're killing him."

Luke blinked and was terrified at the import of her words. The calm Jedi Master, who was trained to keep his emotions under control, had given into his baser instincts and was attacking another human in a fit of jealous rage. He released his hold on the man, then in a deadly voice said, "Leave."

The man didn't argue as he ran through the open door. Luke took a couple of calming breaths, insensate about his previous actions. Luke looked at Callista and felt the anger start to rise once again. He was hurt, she was cheating on him after all the work he was doing to try to salvage their relationship and marriage. "Callista, how could you do this to me? How long have you been seeing this man?"

Now, it was Callista's turn to be angry. She spat out, "Do what to you? How could you think that of me? You came in here and jumped immediately to an incorrect conclusion. Garris is on staff at the Chadian embassy. I have been consulting with their economic department. Garris was assigned to assist me. He made those advances with NO encouragement from me." Tears welled up in her gray eyes. "I was so relieved when you came in. I thought, 'Good, Luke will get him to stop.' Yet, in the ultimate petty display of machismo, you attacked him. And with the Dark Side."

Regret lined his features. "I'm sorry, Callista. His emotions were so vivid, what he wanted to do with you. It was more than I could bear."

Callista balled her fists. "Don't you understand now, Luke? This is why it can never be between us. You couldn't feel my emotions, this would never have happened if you had."

Luke sought to interrupt. "But..."

She held up her hand. "Don't. Let me finish. I don't have the Force. The only way it seems available to me is through the Dark Side. That is why I can't stay with you. You have so much power in the Force, that power is what makes the temptation often more than * I* can bear. And it also seems that you still have a problem with it as well. I would rather die than turn to the Dark Side."

Luke repentantly answered. "It won't happen again. I promise."

She looked up at him, her misty eyes full of pain and regret. Softly, she said, "No, it won't. I want a divorce, Luke. It is the only answer to our problems."

He was shocked by her words. Divorce! He couldn't get divorced. It meant that he had failed. "Won't you reconsider? Don't leave me." He thought 'again' but didn't add it.

She shook her head. "It is not our destiny. I know it. Even your sister knows it. Stop denying it."

"Leia knows...."

"Yes, Luke. I have talked to your sister, on Nam Chorios. We both knew that you and I were not meant to be."

Luke hung his head in surrender. "Where will you go?"

"Chad. I have been offered a position in the government there. Kirawyn will continue to be my aide. We leave next week."

Luke glared at her. "You were planning to leave even before this Garris incident. When were you planning to tell me?"

She met his glare with her own. "Soon. But your little display today strengthened my resolve and upped my timing."

Callista approached him and kissed his cheek. "Goodbye, Luke. I will always love you. I'll send Kirawyn for my things."

Then he watched her walk out of his life once again.

**

The divorce action had been waiting for Luke's signature one week before Kirawyn contacted him and requested that the documents be sent back to Chad for Callista to file them. Well, he couldn't hold it up anymore. He transmitted his signature that day.

Jacen and Jaina had come to visit Luke the following week. It was the first time they had entered his apartment since the first day he had returned from Yavin. The entire Solo family had come to welcome Luke and Callista but the reunion was bittersweet. The fact that Callista could not be sensed in the force had frightened Jacen and Jaina. No amount of cajoling would soothe them. Leia had to take them home early, putting a damper on the atmosphere of the gathering. At least, they were with him now, trying to cheer him up. Jaina squealed, "Uncle Luke, read the Little Lost Bantha Cub. Please."

Luke smiled with delight as he got up to retrieve his copy of the twin's favorite story. Jacen and Jaina were bouncing up and down, totally impatient for their Uncle to start the book. He had just started to read when his comlink buzzed. He gave Jaina the book, saying, "Here. Hold this and don't lose the page."

She grinned widely. "I can do it, Uncle Luke."

Luke walked to the droid alcove. "Skywalker."

A young voice answered. "Master Skywalker. We have received a diplomatic transmission from Chad. For your eyes-only. Could you come down to Signals to receive it?"

Chad? It must have something to do with Callista. A sense of impending doom hit him as that thought occurred. "I'll be right there. Skywalker out."

**

Signals personnel allowed Luke solitary access to one of their secure rooms. With increasing dread, Luke viewed the transmission.

"Master Skywalker. I am Teith Muloon, Ambassador from Chad. I had taken leave from Coruscant to assist your wife in her new position here on Chad. It is my sad duty to inform you that yesterday, Callista Skywalker was killed in an accident on the Algic Current. Her aide, Kirawyn Rochester, had accompanied her on a research ark studying tsaelke migration. Mrs. Skywalker had taken a smaller vessel out for a closer look at an especially large pod. A high spirited juvenile tsaelke came too close to her vessel and capsized it. Kirawyn attempted to rescue her, but was too late. Unfortunately, her body could not be recovered.

Our sympathies go out to you, Master Skywalker. Kirawyn has volunteered to return some personal items, including your wife's lightsaber, on her next trip to Coruscant.

If we can be of assistance in any way, please contact me personally.

Teith Muloon, Ambassador from Chad signing off."

Luke continued to stare at the man's wavy image long after the transmission had ceased. Callista was dead. Only a few weeks previously, she was a living, breathing human being. She had started on her own path, without him, and was succeeding admirably. He had been angry about her decision to divorce him, but he was glad she had found a new life. He still loved her and wanted for her to find the peace and happiness she desired and deserved. It was ironic somehow that she died where she had been born, doing what her family had done in the past. Luke remembered that Callista had carved tsaelke images on her lightsaber. Those carvings would forever remind him of her death. She was gone forever now. There would be no more chance of making a life together. He was alone once more. He crossed his arms on the table before him and laid down his weary head. It was hard enough to fathom the fact that she was dead. To know that he had driven her away was tearing at his wounded heart. He closed his eyes against impending tears. He was strong; he would survive, as he always managed to do. Yet, she was gone and he was alone. No one could see him. Then, like he had done at the death of his father, all those years ago on the Death Star, he allowed his emotions to prevail.

He wept. //

**to be continued**

Chapter 11

Mara came out of the trance carefully. The images and memories she
had
experienced through Luke had been so vivid, so emotionally-charged,
that her tears were flowing unabated. Luke used his thumb, then his
hand to wipe the tears from her cheek but the volume proved too much.
Luke started to pull his arm away but was stopped when Mara grabbed
hold of his sleeve and used it to dry her tears. Her action reminded
Luke of the many times that Jacen had wiped his runny nose with his
shirt tail, and it brought a smile to his somber face. Divulging his
'secret' had dramatically lightened the weight he had been carrying
inside him for over a year. Sith, he should have told her much
sooner.
She had always been his friend and would have understood but yet the
timing wasn't right, until now. Callista may not have been ...was
not
his destiny, he corrected himself, but Mara most assuredly was. And
for once in his life, he accepted his destiny without complaint.

"Skywalker, you tell anybody about this," her voice cracked. "I just
might forget myself and renew my vow to kill you." She sniffled, then
carelessly tossed his arm aside.

Luke laughed. "Don't worry," he paused thoughtfully. "Mara. Now that
you know..."

"Luke, you DID NOT cause Callista's death," Mara stated adamantly.

"But if I had controlled my..." Luke rebutted.

Mara would not be deterred. "She was going to leave anyway. She knew
it was over between you two long before you did. Callista was living
her life the way she wanted. Then she died in an unfortunate accident
that was in NO way your fault. You cannot prevent every tragedy in
the
universe."

Luke had to concede that she was right; it wasn't his fault that
Callista was killed. He used to think he was responsible for the
safety of every being in the galaxy. It proved to be an unattainable
goal. He couldn't be everywhere and do everything; he was after all
only human. He looked lovingly at Mara and felt content for the first
time in many years.

Though she didn't want to admit it, Mara was extraordinarily tired.
Sifting through Luke's brain was exhausting. She scrunched her tight
shoulders and then rolled them forward in an attempt to loosen them
up. She caught a glimpse of Luke. He was extremely stubborn and had a
skull thicker than a wroshyr tree, but he finally understood. The
shackles of the past were finally opened, and they could move on to
the future.

"Don't just sit there, Skywalker. Get over here and get these knots
out of my shoulders," she said, her expression mockingly impatient.

Luke grinned as he walked behind her chair and began to knead her
tense shoulders. He expertly squeezed, compressed and rolled her
supple skin. She moaned in response and sighed a few times. Soon, the
tautness was gone and her shoulders visibly relaxed. Luke didn't want
to stop because just touching her electrified him, sending tendrils
of
pure energy through every nerve in his body. He slowly messaged small
circles from the top of her shoulders to the nape of her neck. He
gathered her flaming hair in his right hand, then twisted it up and
away, allowing him unimpeded access to her soft pink skin. He lightly
pressed his lips against her neck and nibbled. She made no response
which slightly puzzled Luke. Then he realized that her head was
lolling forward farther than it should be, and her body was totally
relaxed. He dropped hold of her hair and pulled her gently back
against the chair. A glance at her face confirmed his suspicions; she
had fallen asleep. He moved to the front of the chair, positioned
himself to pick her up and support her weight so as not to drop her.
Lifting her easily and cradling her body close to his, he carried her
to the unmade bed. She mumbled, "I can walk." But only snuggled
closer
to Luke.

He placed her on the beige sheets, then covered her with the avian
down quilt. He caressed her rosy cheek with the back of his hand.
Then, he knelt by the side of the bed and stared at her. She was so
beautiful. Her hair had fanned out on the pillow and it looked like
flames upon the Dune Sea. With all the research he had completed
about
his past, Luke had found himself thinking a lot about the only home
he
ever really knew, Tatooine. Though he no longer lived there, he was
still a farmboy at heart. He used his fingers to play with Mara's
fiery tresses. A crooked smile grew on his face as he thought that
Mara's hair was not the only thing fiery about her. He rose and went
around the bed to get in on the other side. He said softly, "Dim
lights half."

Climbing under the covers, he spooned his body to Mara's and drifted
into a blissful sleep.

**
// Her eyesight was blurred and her hearing was muted. A dark figure
approached where she was lying. All she could feel was pain. Her
inability to maintain a coherent stream of thought scared her. What
was happening? The dark figure loomed over her, laughing maniacally,
pleased with her predicament. She couldn't remember. Who was going to
help her? Who cared about her? Why couldn't she remember? //

Mara was hyperventilating when she awoke from her dream. She pressed
a
shaky hand to her perspiration- drenched brow. She never recalled
having that type of a reaction to a dream before. Where was she? She
then realized that there was someone with her. She could feel a hand
touching her... Her eyes flew open. There was a decidedly male hand
holding a very intimate part of her chest. Her instincts took over.
She elbowed the intruder hard in the stomach and was satisfied to
hear
a muffled groan of pain. She rolled over swiftly, a full 180 degrees,
and smacked a balled fist into Luke's eye... Luke's eye! Her mind
had
caught up to her reflexes. She bolted upright and said, "Lights up."

Horrified at what she would find, she slowly turned to face her
'handiwork'. Luke was now sitting up, holding the bridge of his nose.
He put his hands down in his lap and looked pleadingly at Mara. "What
did I do, now?"

In spite of the seriousness of the situation, Mara couldn't help but
burst out in laughter. "Oh, Luke. You didn't do anything. I'm sorry."

His expression was one of disbelief. "Then, why did you hit me?"

Why indeed? She couldn't remember much about her dream. "Just
reflexes, Luke. I was caught between awake and asleep and forgot
where
I was and who I was with."

Luke swung his feet out from under the covers and plodded over to the
mirror to view the damage. "Great. You go to Neverland and I get a
shiner."

Perplexed by his comment, Mara got off the bed and joined Luke at the
mirror. "Neverland?"

Luke told her, "It's in a story that Aunt Beru used to read to me
when
I was a child. The only way to get to Neverland is when you are
between awake and asleep." He paused a moment, then smiled fondly.
"You had to fly to get there and it was place inhabited by orphans. I
wanted to go there just for those reasons."

Mara put her right arm around Luke's waist. "Is that all?"

Luke laid an arm across her shoulders. "Well, there were
pirates...Good
thing you didn't have a sword. I could be in worse shape."

She reached up with her hand to touch his eyebrow. "I could get some
ice for that."

Luke winced at her touch. "Ouch, Mara."

She teased. "Luke, it will be okay. That little black and blue
accents
your eyes."

He glared blaster bolts at her. "Very funny." He sighed. "How am I
going to explain this?"

Mara suppressed a giggle. "You're worried about explaining how come
your wife gave you a black eye? It's easy. Don't."

In mild frustration, Luke threw his arms up in the air. He plopped
down in a chair and breathed out once. "Mara. Have a little sympathy,
will ya?"

Mara shook her head as she walked over to Luke. She smiled
seductively
as she bent over to see his face. "Luke."

He was leaning his head on his hand and didn't see her. "Yea."

"Stop whining and kiss me."

He jerked his head from his hand and found himself peering into her
sparkling green eyes. His twinkling blue eyes roamed over her face.
Her smile was so bright. Her soft milky skin was so enticing. He
brought his left hand up to touch the angelic vision before him. She
grasped his hand with hers and beckoned him to rise, which he did
willingly. He embraced her, then pressed his hungry lips to hers. She
responded in kind, her kiss becoming more demanding. Luke placed both
his hands on her head, framing her face. He pulled his lips free for
a
moment and stared into Mara's passion enflamed eyes. His heart was
racing and his soul engulfed with desire. She murmured huskily,
"Don't
stop, Luke."

He wouldn't deny her. Consumed with unbridled ardor, he enveloped her
spirit with his own, pressed his strong body firmly against hers and
smothered her quivering lips with his. His rough fingers combed
through her hair. Her hands had found his blond tresses and grabbed
hold of them, pulling his head closer and crushing his lips deeper
into hers. Mara let go of his hair and moved her hands down his neck
then her slender fingers made feathery touching motions as they
trailed down his well-toned chest. She reached the hem of his tank
top
and slid her fingers underneath. Luke's stomach twitched as she
yanked
it upwards. His mouth never left hers except for the moment the shirt
needed to pass between them. She brought her hands to his broad
shoulders and caressed his arms. The next thing she knew she was
standing at the edge of the bed. Luke pulled his lips from hers, then
kissed her nose. "I love you, Mara."

She smiled wickedly and whispered, "I know."

Then she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of
the bed.

**

The next morning, Mara practiced her Jedi healing techniques on
Luke's
eye. She managed to heal the blood vessels and the bruising
disappeared. Luke's sigh of relief was obvious; Mara's improved
skills
meant that he wouldn't have to tell anybody what had happened. Luke
had set up the cargo hold as a practice gym and he would be training
Mara for the duration of the flight to Coruscant.

She progressed phenomenally and was ready to build her own
lightsaber.
She preferred the one she carried but would build another anyway. It
couldn't hurt and one never knew when a second weapon would be
necessary.

A few days later, they were in the cockpit preparing to drop the ship
out of hyperspace for the approach to Coruscant. Luke was piloting
and
was having Mara check the readings. She gave him the all clear and he
pulled the lever back for reversion to real space. The transition was
smooth as ice as Luke expertly maneuvered the ship into the hoards of
traffic inhabiting the space lanes of Coruscant's orbit. Below them,
Mara could see the lights of the planet twinkling like so many stars.
She was about to switch the comm on to transmit for clearance with
Coruscant control, when Luke yanked the throttle back and pulled up
hard. Another ship had almost rammed into them. Mara was annoyed, but
deep inside felt that it might have been intentional. "Life Day
driver. They'll let any Hutt behind the controls of a starship these
days. What was that thing anyway?"

Luke had also thought that the near ramming was too coincidental. He
toggled a few switches, then responded to her question. "It was a
model 201, Production Group E Verpine Adventurer. No name is coming
up
but ... oh, nice. It has a smuggler's kit."

Mara glanced at Luke. "And can we crack it?"

Luke was viewing data flashing from a small screen on the dash.
"Don't
know. Lando put an advanced program in here... Ah, here we go. No
name
but it is registered to Andras Pell of Carratos." Shaking his head,
he
looked at Mara. "That name means nothing to me."

Mara shook her head as well. "Same here." She cocked an eyebrow at
Luke. "I never asked this earlier but I was a bit surprised that you
have a smuggler's kit on this ship. Did Lando install it?"

Luke smiled enigmatically. "He did. At my request."

Mara's mind clicked in understanding. "Ah, I see. Prefer to travel
incognito nowadays."

"Hey, it beats having a media circus when I land. I don't like the
crowds."

Mara laughed. "Well, farmboy. Shall we get clearance?"

Luke transmitted his request to Coruscant control. Using high level
landing codes, he obtained immediate clearance. As he guided the ship
towards a high security landing pad, he spoke to Mara again. "I've
come up with a new name for the ship."

"And what would that be?"

He reached one hand over to Mara who took it in hers. Looking at her
lovingly, he said, "Tatooine's Flame."
**to be continued**
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Chapter 12

Thankfully, there was no media circus to greet them. Just one lone
astromech droid waiting, it appeared quite impatiently. From the
bottom of the ramp, Luke smiled widely as he watched Artoo Detoo roll
towards them. Putting down his luggage, he reached out to touch
Artoo's dome when he was greeted with a barrage of electronic beeping
and whistles. Mara arched her eyebrow. "What was all that about?"

Luke was as puzzled as she was at Artoo's outburst. "I don't know."

He bent down in front of the droid and activated the translation pad.
"Okay, Artoo. Slow down and tell me what's wrong?"

Words scrolled by quickly on the small screen. When it finished, Luke
said, "No, I didn't order that, Artoo."

Mara looked to Luke for an explanation, which he dutifully provided.
"I had Artoo in for routine maintenance before my trip to Naboo. I
was
planning to take him with me, but I received a message from the techs
that they hadn't finished with him. I didn't want to leave him, but I
couldn't delay my trip. Now he tells me that they had scheduled him
for a memory wipe."

At that, Artoo let loose with a string of expletives and Luke sternly
reprimanded him. "Artoo, watch your language."

A rather apologetic tweet preceded another string of words on the
translation pad, which Luke read. "He was only able to avoid the wipe
because he managed to contact Threepio who, with Chewie's help, came
to rescue him."

Placing her duffel bag on the ground, Mara questioned, "Why would
they
want to do a memory wipe? Were there some new techs?"

Luke shook his blond head. "It wouldn't matter. I have standing
orders on file for no memory wipes. I even indicate it on every
maintenance request. Someone would have to specifically go into the
request and change it."

A twitter beep sounded and Luke reassured the droid. "Yes, Artoo.
I'll
check it out, but let's go home first."

Artoo bleeped cheerfully, then some more words scrolled. Luke read it
and happily told the droid. "Yes, we're married."

Artoo whirled his dome and another series of bleeps were emitted.
Luke laughed, "Don't worry, Artoo. She's not going to get rid of you."

Mara winked slyly at Luke, "If he continues jabbering incessantly, I
may."

Oblivious to Mara's gesture, Artoo created an exceptionally loud
electronic raspberry for her benefit. Luke flashed a smile at her
then
patted Artoo's battle-worn dome. "She's joking, Artoo. Stop
complaining and lead the way home."

Luke stood with his arms folded, patiently waiting for Artoo to move.
After a moment, Artoo reluctantly swiveled his dome and lifted
himself
up on his rollers, softly whistling the whole time. When he had
started to roll towards the exit, Luke picked up the luggage and
gestured with his head for Mara to follow.

**
Upon entering Luke's enormous apartment in the former Imperial
Palace,
he said gleefully, "Welcome home, Mrs. Skywalker."

Mara deposited her luggage on the floor as her eyes scanned the huge
living room. Though sparsely furnished, it was exquisite, yet at the
same time both humble and welcoming. A sense of nobility radiated
through the Force. Luke may have had a simple upbringing, but it was
apparent that he subconsciously drew upon his regal heritage when he
outfitted his apartment.

Luke gave her a quick run-through of the amenities. "It has two
levels, three bedrooms and three and one-half refreshers. The
balconies have magnificent views though I tend to find myself gazing
up at the stars most of the time." He used his thumb to draw her
attention behind him. She watched as Artoo rolled to the droid alcove
and plugged into the house computer. "The kitchen is over there.
We've
got a state-of-the-art comcenter in there, too."

Mara looked at him quizzically. "Where..."

"...did I get the credits?" he finished her sentence.

Mara flushed, but Luke just smiled. "Don't worry about it. The New
Republic provides the apartment. That's all I would allow. I bought
the furnishings myself with dividends I receive from a prudent
investment I made years ago."

"Did you make..." Mara asked.

"... them through Lando? No. I'm not into risky ventures..." he
sought to
amend his statement when he saw her eye him incredulously. "Let me
rephrase that. Lando's a great friend, but his credit schemes are not
exactly secure. Suffice it to say that I have a solid financial
portfolio to provide for myself and my wife." He winked at her. "I
mean, let's face it, being a Jedi Master doesn't exactly make one
rich."

Mara hugged him, then said, "At least no one can say that you..."

"...married you for your money." Luke continued to embrace her,
swaying
gently as he nuzzled his cheek against her neck. Then he began to
trail tiny kisses upon her throat, going upwards until he reached her
earlobe. He quietly murmured, "Just one look at your beauty," he
kissed her red-flushed cheek. "and they'll think that I'm the
luckiest
man," he kissed her small nose. "on the face of the planet."

He covered her mouth with his. Mara stiffened at his words,
remembering that horrible overheard conversation on Naboo. //"... I
think Skywalker got lonely and went looking for a warm body."//
Misinterpreting her sudden aloofness, Luke stopped devouring her lips
and looked adoringly into her green eyes. "Mara, you are beautiful.
Though you are most definitely physically alluring, it's your
internal
beauty that attracted me. Your spirit shines brilliantly in the
Force.
When my soul touched yours, I knew that you were my destiny."

Mara mentally chastised herself for dredging up that old thought and
her reaction to it. After their Force-bonding on the flight home, she
knew it was not true. He really loved her and she him. But his little
speech seemed a bit too scripted. She grinned lasciviously, then
whispered. "Not a bad line, from some romantic holodrama I think, but
you did forget to add that the sex is great."

It was his turn to stiffen slightly, but he quickly regained his
composure. "Actually, a romantic holocomedy. And you're right, the
sex
is great."

He sought to divert her attention by consuming her lips once more.
She
tried to say something else, but he subdued her attempts easily.
Their
passion was building. He began to maneuver her towards the couch when
he was bumped sharply from behind. It was a hard enough push that he
lost hold of Mara's sweet lips. Rubbing the back of his thigh, he
grumbled, "What'd you do that for Artoo?"

Artoo bleeped and beeped indignantly. "Yes, I know I told you I'd
check it out. But I'm busy."

Artoo whistled a question. Luke blushed, then was surprised to hear
Mara laughing. The moment had been broken. She giggled, " When you
started to kiss me, I tried to ask you what had happened in the
holocomedy."

Luke tried to remain serious, but Mara's hilarity was infectious.
"Oh,
something along the same lines as this."

Twirling his dome to look from Luke to Mara and back again, Artoo
beeped. "Okay, Artoo. After I check my messages, we'll go."

Mara snickered as she watched them head for the comcenter. She
returned her attention to surveying the apartment. She ran her hand
along the smooth banister, then announced, "I'm going to check out
the
upstairs."

Luke didn't respond so Mara just continued her trek upwards. She
entered the first room on the left and was startled to find it
totally
devoid of furnishings. Her heels clicked as she walked across the
uncarpeted floor to the far wall. It wasn't a solid wall but actually
tinted transparisteel that stretched from ceiling to floor with an
inset doorway that led to a large balcony outside. To her left were
the refresher and a walk-in closet. She exited the bedroom and
crossed
the hallway to enter the other room. She lifted her right hand to
palm
the opener when another hand stopped her. She hadn't noticed his
presence. "This was Callista's room," he said softly.

"The other bedroom is empty. Why?" Mara questioned, tilting her head
to the left.

"It's the master bedroom. I wanted to decorate it with my wife."

Mara almost asked why Callista didn't do it, but swallowed the
unspoken words. She entwined her fingers with Luke's, then smiled
brightly. "Well, she'll be glad to decorate with you. When do we
start?"

Luke kissed her cheek, then answered, "As soon as I get back from
Maintenance. I'm going to check out what happened with Artoo."

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her slender fingers.
"Goodbye, my love. I won't be long."

**

The investigation at the Maintenance bay only provided Luke with more
questions. The head technician insisted that he received a message
from Luke that indicated he wouldn't be able to pick up Artoo as
scheduled. It even contained Luke's personal codes and the request
for
a memory wipe. Nothing made sense about the whole situation, but Luke
decided that he needed to change his codes. Somebody had obtained his
supposedly secure codes; he just wished he knew who it was.

**
One afternoon, a week later, Luke stood in their newly refurbished
master suite. He was contemplating on whether to join Mara in the
shower, when his comlink buzzed. Disappointed with the interruption,
he flipped it open and said, "Skywalker."

"Luke. It's Leia. I need to talk with you right away. Can you come to
my office now?"

He could sense Leia's urgency. "Sure. I'm on my way."

He mentally told Mara he was leaving and would fill her in when he
got
back. He grabbed his black cape and fastened it securely around his
neck before leaving the apartment. Wanting to avoid attention, he
took
a surreptitious route to the Senate chamber. Winter greeted him and
led him into Leia's office. She was not alone.

"Luke. This is Major Terrall Hoover from Coruscant Security. He works
in the Organized Crime division."

Major Hoover stood and firmly clasped Luke's hand. "Nice to meet you,
Master Skywalker, though I wish it were under better circumstances."

Releasing the Major's hand, Luke said, "Please, call me Luke. And
what
circumstances?"

They all sat down, and then Leia spoke. "Major Hoover came to me with
information about Black Sun activity."

Luke was surprised. "The Black Sun is active again?"

Major Hoover leaned forward in his chair. "Not only active but
prospering."

Trying to reign in her nervousness, Leia shifted in her chair as she
glanced at Major Hoover then to Luke. "Luke. The major came here to
warn you."

Puzzled, Luke stared at Hoover. "Warn me? Why?"

Hoover tossed Luke a datapad. "Word on the street is that there is a
bounty out for you. One of my contacts provided the details. You can
see it on the pad."

Luke read the words before him.

'500,000 credits for Luke Skywalker, alive but dysfunctional. Contact
broker for delivery.'

"I've had bounties out for me before. Why should this one concern me
now?"

Hoover gestured with his gnarled hand to the datapad. "Push the
button
and look what's next."

Luke's danger sense started to tingle at Hoover's words. He
immediately pushed the button and was astonished to see very recent
holos of him and Mara outside their apartment, at the Flame's docking
bay, in the Grand Corridor, shopping, dining... He stared directly
at
Hoover who said, "They know an incredible amount of information about
your daily movements. That's why I felt the need to warn you."

Luke stood up abruptly. "I had better get home and let Mara know
about
this." He realized he was still holding the datapad. "May I keep
this?"

Major Hoover nodded as he rose from his seat. "Yes, of course. I'm
sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings, Master Skywalker. We'll be
continuing our investigation and will do our best to apprehend
whoever
is behind this."

Luke said, "Thank you, Major."

Leia got up from her chair and walked over to Luke. He embraced her,
then kissed her softly on the cheek. He pulled away, but was still
clasping her hand. "Goodbye, Leia."

She squeezed his hand, and then said, "Be careful."

He smiled at her, then acknowledged her concern by saying, "I will."

Then he hurried through the door and out into the corridor. He could
handle being hunted, kreth, he was used to it. What had concerned him
the most was the fact that he never once sensed someone following
them
and taking holos. He supposed it could have been a droid but the
reality was that somebody knew too much about his personal life. And
that could be dangerous, very dangerous.

**

Mara exited the refresher after her shower and put on a loose fitting
jumpsuit. She jogged down the stairs to the kitchen to prepare a light
supper. She had just reached for the food processor when she felt an
unfamiliar presence approaching the front door. Stretching out with
her senses, she tried to assess the identity of the visitor but to no
avail. Whoever was coming to visit held her emotions tightly. Mara
could sense that the visitor was a woman and she felt no threat from
her. She waited for the woman to announce her arrival. When the
annunciator buzzed, Mara opened the door to reveal an average height
woman with black hair and black eyes. Although Mara thought she
recognized her, she knew she had never met her before. Then the woman
introduced herself. "Hello. You must be the new Mrs. Skywalker. I'm
Kirawyn Rochester."

That's why Mara recognized her. Kirawyn had been Callista's aide, and
Mara had seen her in Luke's memories. Mara opened her mouth to ask
what she wanted when Kirawyn boldly brushed passed her and entered the
main living area. Mara followed her, peeved at the woman's audacity.
Mara proclaimed, "Hey! What are you...."

"Same as I remember. I thought for sure you would have remodeled." She
removed her outer coat and threw it over a chair back and continued
her circuit of the room.

Following close on her heels, an annoyed Mara spat out, "What do you..."

Kirawyn abruptly stopped, causing Mara to almost bump into her.
Glancing haughtily at Mara, Kirawyn said, "Excuse me."

Feeling her anger spike, Mara took a couple of calming breaths, then
demanded, "What do you want?"

Kirawyn folded her arms and studied Mara for a moment. Her black eyes
seemed to pierce straight through to Mara's heart. Regarding the
redhead with slight disdain, she answered, "If you must know, I wish
to speak to Master Skywalker about obtaining a letter of
recommendation." She mechanically scanned the room. "Where is he?"

Mara firmly planted her hands on her hips as she contemplated her
response to this abrasive woman. She stated coldly, "He's out."

Kirawyn waved her hand in a dismissive fashion. "I'll just have to
come back and speak with him." Her furtive eyes wandered the room,
lingering at the top of the stairs, then darted sharply from there to
Mara's rigid face. "Have you done anything to Callista's room?"

**Mara paused briefly before responding to the sudden change of topic.
She and Luke were planning to clear the room out tomorrow, but she was
not going to inform this busybody about their plans. "None of your
business."

Kirawyn wasn't listening. "I want to go in there, okay?" She tramped
up the steps, not waiting for Mara to answer. "It's been a year since
she died."

Mara could not believe the woman's nerve. Normally, she'd prefer to
bodily remove Kirawyn from the premises, but decided to practice a
little Jedi patience. Since she was training to be a Jedi, she opted
to just follow the vexatious guest. Though extremely irritated, Mara's
well-honed danger sense picked up absolutely no threat, which was good
news for Kirawyn. She'd be dead otherwise.

The next thing she knew they were at the threshold of Callista's
bedroom. This was where Mara halted, pulling up short of entering the
room. Mara hadn't been into the room before. She actually avoided it,
though she wasn't sure why.

Kirawyn was reminiscing while strolling the perimeter of the room.
"It's a lovely room, isn't it? Everything is the same since the last
night she was here."

Keeping a close eye on the woman, Mara stepped further into the room
allowing the door to swish closed behind her. Her senses were on the
alert but still there was no danger. It truly was a lovely room,
though a bit too feminine for her tastes. Kirawyn slid the closet door
along its track and looked inside. She pulled out a tattered brown
Jedi robe and examined it closely. In a distant voice, she said, "Luke
got this for her. She often wore it hoping that she could reacquire
the Force or at least be the Jedi she was trained to be."

She replaced the robe, then opened one of the dresser drawers and
fingered a fluttering piece of material. She lifted it up carefully
and showed it to Mara. "Callista only accepted the best. Have you ever
seen such dainty undergarments? This is pure imported Hapan Web-silk."

Cautiously intrigued by Kirawyn's strange reminiscing, Mara warily sat
down in a chair facing the vanity. Mara gazed at Kirawyn trying to
assess her mental state; she appeared to have a strange way of dealing
with her grief. Kirawyn, using utmost care, put the garment back into
the dresser. "Master Skywalker had hired me to assist his wife," she
emphasized the last word. "I took great pride in my work. Callista was
impressed, too. She would tell me how valuable I was. She would
confide in me."

She walked over to where Mara sat, and placed her hands on the back of
the chair. "Her job kept her incredibly busy. She'd be so tired. I
remember once when we had an exceptionally late meeting. She was
exhausted, so I brought her home. She laughed and said, 'I'm so tired
that I can't even brush my own hair.' So," Kirawyn leaned over the top
of Mara, reaching for a brush that lay on the vanity. "I brushed her
hair for her."

Mara shuddered involuntarily as she watched Kirawyn pantomime brushing
Callista's hair through the reflection in the mirror. Kirawyn stopped
and looked behind her. She placed her cold hand on Mara's shoulder.
"It's hard to believe that she has been dead a year. Sometimes, I can
still hear her call for me or her light quick steps along the embassy
corridors." She gazed dreamily around the room, and then she stared
pointedly into Mara's steely eyes. "Do you believe that the dead
return to observe the living?"

Caught off guard by the question, Mara hesitated before she answered.
Could Callista, who was technically a Jedi but untouched by the Force,
come back as a translucent shimmering blue specter? She didn't think
so but wasn't sure. Then Kirawyn added, "I wonder if she, in corporeal
form, comes...to watch you and Master Skywalker...together?"

That was the Jawa that broke the bantha's back; Mara decided she had
heard quite enough of Kirawyn's creepy musings. "I think you should
leave now." Then she felt Luke's reassuring presence enter the
apartment. "Master Skywalker is home."

Kirawyn smiled eerily, her mood shifting to a more business-like one.
"Certainly."

Treading lightly to the door, Kirawyn slapped the button and exited
the room. Relieved by the woman's departure, Mara lingered a moment,
thinking about what had just transpired. Mara had continually scanned
the woman. Kirawyn appeared harmless enough, albeit irksome, but
something about her... seemed...not balanced. Her actions and words were
disturbing to say the least, but she was not a threat. Mara was
thankful that once Luke provided Kirawyn with the desired
recommendation then she would not have to see her again. Personally,
Mara's recommendation would be for professional counseling. Her last
thought as she left the room was that emptying this room of its
vestiges of the past would come none too soon. It was a task that she
would delight in completing.
**

Chapter 13

The morning sky was alive with vibrant colors that splashed against
the transparisteel jungle reaching up from the unseen surface of
Coruscant. A rainbow streamed through the window offering a view of
the full spectrum of light, as if it came through a prism. In this
case, it was caused by an adegan crystal wind chime. Leaning against
the wall, Luke Skywalker, clad only in sleep pants, was enjoying the
light show. After all these years, he still had the internal chrono of
a farmer. Retrieving his white bathrobe from the foot of the bed, he
slipped it over his bare shoulders not bothering to cinch it closed.
He kissed the still sleeping Mara and whispered sweetly, "Rise and
shine, dear."

Mara responded by rolling to the left and pulling the covers up over
her head. "Go away, I'm sleeping," she mumbled.

Luke yanked the blanket off her head, exposing a tangled mop of red
gold hair. "You're the one who told me to get you up early."

She slowly blinked her eyes, testing the light level. Her imperial
training and her past lifestyle guaranteed that she could awaken
instantly, but since there was no immediate danger or any pressing
need, she would rather sleep. "Why in the galaxy would I do that?" she
called out sleepily.

"I believe that your exact words were 'Get me up at the crack of dawn
so I can gut that Force-forsaken bedroom and shred those dainty
undergarments.' " Luke answered, imitating her scathing tone.

Mara groaned then removed Luke's hands from the blanket. "Stang, I did
say that, didn't I?"

Luke nodded, as he put his hands in the robe's patch pockets. "I'll go
make breakfast while you get dressed."

**

Luke decided to prepare a light meal. He entered the kitchen but
avoided the food synthesizer. He snatched a large imported Garqi
casaba melon from the cooling unit and expertly sliced the sweet fruit
into quarters. After placing the pieces on an oval platter, he dropped
a few slices of vweilu nut bread into the toaster. While he waited for
the toast to finish, he thought about what had happened yesterday.

He recalled feeling Mara's irritation before he had even reached the
apartment building. She was safe but concerned about a guest's mental
stability. He was astonished to see Kirawyn come down the stairs and
saunter across the living room. Their conversation was brief, and she
left with the promise of a written recommendation delivered to her on
the morrow. A few moments afterwards, Mara came down and told him
about what had occurred in Callista's room. It reminded them both of
some over melodramatic topic usually associated with a Jerjerrod
Spaarti holotalk episode. He agreed with her, that, yes, Kirawyn had
reacted oddly but surely, it was just her way of dealing with profound
grief. Callista was like a sister to Kirawyn and she had taken her
death hard.

The toasted bread popped up and Luke spread a thin layer of sweetberry
jam over it before placing it on the platter next to the melon. He
sensed Mara's approach and set the platter on the table. He returned
to the counter and poured a cup of creamy hot chocolate. Mara walked
into the kitchen and said, "Good morning."

Luke smiled crookedly as he carried the steaming cocoa to the table
and put the cup into Mara's eager hands. "Good morning to you too," he
said cheerfully, then kissed her cheek.

Mara gulped down some of the hot chocolate, then cleared her throat
before speaking. "You are much too cheery for this hour."

Luke shrugged his shoulders. "Old habits die hard. Besides, I thought
you'd prefer it to my stoic, somber Jedi Master mode."

She drank a few more sips, then nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but within
reason." She began to nibble on the toast. "Thank you for the
breakfast."

He nodded. They ate in silence for a while, savoring each other's
company. Then Luke stated, "I put some storage boxes in the room."

Mara replied, "I like my idea better."

Luke sighed heavily. "Slicing everything with a lightsaber is a bit
harsh."

"It will make me extremely happy."

"It will make a huge mess. We'll just pack it up and donate it to
charity."

"Fine," she said. Then shot him a teasing look. "Spoilsport."
**

They had just started to organize the packing when they heard Mara's
comlink buzzing in the master bedroom. Luke ran to get it and returned
almost immediately. "It's Karrde."

Mara brushed the dust off her hands and took the comlink from him.
"Hello, Talon."

There was minor distortion bleeding into the transmission. "Good
morning, Mara. I'm contacting you to schedule a company meeting for
tomorrow morning; I would like to introduce my new second in command.
I would appreciate it if you could be there."

Mara remembered that she had promised to help transition her
replacement. "Sure, I can be there. Just give me the time and place."

"I've booked a conference room at the Solaris. 0900 hours. And Mara?"

"Yes?"

"I know its short notice, but could you come by today and go over some
things with me? I need to provide you updates on current developments,
profits and such."

"Sure. Just give me an hour."

"Great. I appreciate it. Karrde out."

Mara closed the comlink and looked apologetically at Luke. "Sorry,
Luke."

Luke waived his mechanical hand dismissively. "It's okay, Mara."

She came over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She
turned to leave but found that Luke had grabbed hold of her wrist. She
gave him a quizzical glance. "Tsk, tsk, Jade. You call that a kiss?"

He yanked her into his embrace, wrapping his strong arms around her
waist. He crushed his lips against her surprised mouth. Her lips
relented and returned his kiss. His hands began to stroke her back,
slowly moving downwards, creating a smoldering trail of fire, then
suddenly he stopped and released his hold on her. "Much better. You
had better go. Karrde is waiting." Then he returned his attention to
packing boxes.

Mara gaped at him, astonished by his actions. What was he trying to
do? She extended her Force sense to encompass the entire room. Luke
glowed brightly, almost overwhelming her senses. From his emotions,
she determined that he had just wanted to kiss her. She snorted, then
once again turned to leave the room. She barely avoided the pillow
that flew at her head. She looked back to Luke and saw him eyeing her
seriously. "Your reflexes are a bit slow. If I had been an enemy, you
would be at a disadvantage."

He was testing her. "Luke, I can take care of myself."

Deep down he knew that, but it was more personal now; he didn't want
to lose her. "I know you can. But I want you to use every tool
available for your defense."

He was worried; she could feel it. "I know what I'm doing, remember?
And, in addition to that, you have trained me very well."

He smiled weakly, glad that he hadn't angered her with his worries. "I
know. Just remember those split concentration exercises and be
careful."

She took his hand and patted it gently. "I always am. I'll see you
later." She kissed him again and exited the room.

**
On route to the conference, Mara encountered no criminal elements, at
least any that were a threat to her. Coruscant has its share of
illegal activity and that was as it had always been. The two meetings
were stretched into many over several days. In the back of her mind,
she knew that would happen. She had assumed a lot of responsibility
during her tenure with the organization so it would be necessary for
her to be involved in the transition. Her loyalty and her word kept
her honor bound to her original commitment to Karrde. Everything that
could be done on Coruscant was done. It was inevitable that travel
would soon be required. She wasn't happy when that day came.

As she predicted, Luke wasn't happy about it either; they hadn't been
separated from each other since they were married. She needed to
introduce her replacement to the organization's business contacts,
which were off planet, of course. He reluctantly accepted that; he
knew of her promise to Karrde. It was the length of time she would be
gone that Luke had trouble approving.

"One month!" Luke exclaimed.

She pushed him back down into the chair he had jumped out of. "I know.
I'm not happy about it either but it cannot be avoided."

Luke frowned, "Why so long?"

Mara retorted, "Karrde's organization is one of the largest in the
galaxy. He's got an enormous customer base."

Luke was sulking. "Can't they come here?"

Mara answered, "I wish. But the organization services the customer,
not the other way around. Besides, a quick tour of the contacts will
get me free sooner. Talon had suggested shorter trips but those would
require a longer commitment here. I'd rather get it over and done
with. Don't worry, it will go by fast."

"Yeah, for you. What about me?"

She rolled her eyes. "Stop whining, Skywalker."

He tried to continue pouting, but he ended up laughing. "Alright. You
can go."

"Oh, thanks for the permission," she said sarcastically.

Luke made a mock defensive gesture, then swiftly changed the subject
and said, "I've got something for you."

She watched intently as he got up and went to his study where he
retrieved a box, which he soon placed in her open arms. She looked
into the box and inside it, found all the components necessary for
building a lightsaber. Luke stated, "This is one of the last tests
before you become a full Knight. You have succeeded in everything else
and as I told you on the ship, I believe that you are ready to do
this."

She hadn't thought she was ready yet, but was secretly elated that the
Jedi Master seemed to think so. She didn't say anything, just
continued to stare at the pieces in the box. Luke smiled at her, his
blue eyes twinkling. "I must say that I didn't think that Mara Jade
could ever be rendered speechless."

She snapped at him. "I'm not. I'm just surprised." She paused. "I know
we've done a lot but I didn't realize we had completed so much."

Luke grinned, then boasted, "You're the best student I've ever had."

Mara felt her cheeks warm slightly. "Thanks, Luke. I'm sure having a
Jedi Master around me continually has helped. Not to mention the
private lessons." She smiled at him then added, "Timing is good, too.
I can work on it during the flight."

"I know. I figured this would keep you busy."

She closed the lid and asked, "You mentioned that building a
lightsaber is one of the last tests. What are the others?"

He didn't answer right away. He glanced down at his mechanical hand,
flexed his fingers and clenched them into a fist. He raised his
knowing eyes slowly until he was gazing directly into her searching
eyes. "You will have to go through a trial, a sort of sacrifice. The
Force will lead you, and you will know."

She nodded in silent acknowledgment.

**
Luke remained at the spaceport, watching her ship become a tiny,
minute speck as it disappeared into the atmosphere. He continued to
hold on to her vivacious presence until the distance became too great.

Luke discovered that the easiest, and least painful, way to get
through the month without pining away for Mara was to keep busy. The
day she left, he set to work on clearing out the spare bedroom that
they hadn't finished emptying; they ceased calling it Callista's room
once they began packing away all the reminders of her. Kirawyn arrived
the next day and requested a few mementos, mostly data files, for the
embassy. He consented. Once all the boxes were filled, he contacted a
charitable organization, which advised him to bring the boxes to their
donation drop-off point. He rented a repulsor-sled and piled the boxes
on it. He had enough time before the movers arrived to make the
drop-off himself. "Artoo, I'll be back in a little while."

The nearest donation drop-off point was also their office, which was
located on a side street, adjacent to a busy thoroughfare, a few city
blocks from the Imperial Palace. He steered the sled gracefully
through a multitude of pedestrians. At one point, he got too close to
a Gotal, who grabbed his two cones in pain. Luke hurried away from him
as quickly as he could, given the density of the crowds. A couple of
young Twi'leks, whispering to each other, followed him for awhile, but
they were soon collected by their frantic parents. It was rare for
Luke to be able to walk the streets in anonymity. Though he avoided
doing it often, he found it useful to cast a Force illusion for a
little freedom of movement. He stretched out in the Force to get a
better read on his surroundings. He felt lots of curiosity and some
mischief but no dangers.

He arrived at the charity with little fanfare. A C-3 droid received
him and gave him a data pad to fill out concerning the value of the
goods donated. He completed the data and placed it on top of the
boxes. The droid indicated that he would take the items into the
storage room and return with the repulsor sled momentarily. While Luke
was waiting, he reached into the Force to get a sense of the
surrounding area once more. Immediately, he became concerned, not for
what he could read, but for what he couldn't.

Luke left the office without the repulsor-sled because it would hamper
his defense. He rested his right hand lightly on his lightsaber hilt,
at the ready. He scanned the area once more, with all his senses. The
blank spots had increased and were now encircling him. The crowds had
thinned some, but still too many innocent bystanders for Luke's taste.
He decided to draw a potential firefight away from the main corridors.
He veered into a back alley that would eventually take him back home,
but unfortunately would also allow his pursuers a better shot at him.
The empty spots in the Force shifted with him and constricted; he
could still sense the Force but if they came any closer...A wet blanket
wrapped around him, smothering his senses. He drew his lightsaber, his
thumb poised on the switch and stood en guard to meet the enemy.

They came closer and then one of them revealed himself. It was a
member of one of the local swoop gangs. The grungy man shouldered a
military issue blast rifle and pointed it at Luke. "Well, lookie here
barves. Seems our furry friend was right. There was a Jedi out here."

In the corner of his eye, Luke detected movement off to his left. He
shifted his eyes and saw the same Gotal that had brushed by him
earlier. The Gotal stroked his face fur, then said, "I told you. Now
you can see why my head hurt so much."

The original speaker laughed harshly. "Yes. I can see why." He said
snidely, then spit on the ground. Focusing on his men, he announced,
"See, I told you that stealing the lizards would payoff. We can get
that Black Sun bounty, thanks to our newest recruit." He lowered the
blast rifle just a little as he glared at Luke. "I don't think you'll
be needing that oversized glow rod, Skywalker."

There was no doubt in Luke's mind that this man was the leader. Even
without access to the Force, it was still his ally. Luke began
assessing his options. He was outnumbered and surrounded. He glanced
up and saw an upper sidewalk but it was out of his reach and he
couldn't jump that high without the Force. He looked down at the
grating, around the circle at the goons with the ysalamiri packs and
at the leader. "But I use it to see where I'm going." Then, he
activated it, its distinctive snap-hiss humming in the alley.

The leader rolled his beady eyes. "Cute. It didn't help you see us.
Though I must say, I'd love to see that thing in action." He then
signaled to a second man who was sporting a tattoo. This second man
then pointed a blaster at Luke.

The first man holstered his weapon, then raised his hands, drawing
attention to himself. "We're going to have a little fun, barves. Toady
here's got an itchy trigger finger. He shoots and we watch. Oh, and
Skywalker? All other weapons are aimed at you. You hit anyone; you're
out. Got it?"

Luke nodded as his stomach tightened. He had done some saber
practicing inside a ysalamiri bubble but this would be the first real
trial of his skills. He raised his glowing green blade and waited.
The first shot he deflected into the ground with a downward swing of
his saber, its tip slicing the grating. The second bounced off the
blade and burned into a wall. The third and fourth ricocheted into the
ground, followed by his slashing blade. The next one grazed his right
biceps, causing him to grimace in pain.

The tattooed shooter, Toady, grinning stupidly, exclaimed, "Hey, I hit
him."

Luke was glad the goon wasn't using a rapid-fire weapon. He'd be in a
lot worse shape. The boss signaled for a cease-fire. "That's enough
fun for now. Switch it to stun, so I can collect the reward."

Luke glanced worriedly at Toady. He pointed his saber downward, its
tip grazing the grating as he turned to face the leader who grunted,
"Drop it, Skywalker."

Luke did as he was told. His blade finished its cut into the grating
and the ground fell out beneath him as Luke dropped through the hole
he had been carefully cutting during his lightsaber display. It was a
long drop but it put him far enough away from the ysalamiri that he
could call upon the Force and slow his descent. The swoop gang stood
frozen as they watched the prize escape. The leader yelled at them to
start shooting which they eventually did. One blue stun bolt managed
to hit Luke's calf. Luke's running faltered but he had a far enough
lead that he was just out of range. He clutched at his numb leg, while
fighting the stun affects. His breath caught in his throat as he
pushed back the pain in his arm. He continued limping, quietly
thanking Mara for inspiring his escape plan. He ducked into an alley.
Keeping to the shadows, he peeked around a corner to determine the
level of pursuit. A couple of the lackeys had actually tried to jump
down the hole. They were unsuccessful, judging from the fact that they
were not moving. Good. He could grab a ...Then he heard the swoops being
revved up.

He suddenly became aware of a blank spot near him. Turning to face the
enemy, he brought up his saber, ready to fight but was hit by a stun
blast from behind. Unable to fit the effects of the highest-level
setting of the stun due to the location of the ysalamiri, Luke
succumbed to the darkness and fell at the feet of his cloaked
assailant.

**to be continued**

Chapter 14

Leia Organa Solo returned from a committee meeting and began
reviewing
her appointment log with her aide, Winter Celchu. The log consisted
of
several dignitaries, many of whom wanted to meet with the former
Princess of Alderaan to petition for aid from or membership in the
New
Republic. Any Senator or Councilor could accept a petition for aid or
admission but they all seemed to request the Chief of State, Leia.
She
glanced at the first entry.

/Derrik Kesitah, Premier of Almania.1100 hours/

She said, "Threepio, what can you tell me about Almania?"

In his best professor mode, C3PO stated, "Certainly, Your Highness.
I
have extensive data banks on all the planetary systems in our galaxy.
Almania is a temperate world and the primary planet of the Almanian
System in the Outer Rim. The planet supports two sentient races, the
Je'Har and humankind. One of Almania's three moons, Pydyr, is its
major rival. Almania itself has a weak economy, while Pydyr is
prosperous."

She turned her attention to Winter, then asked, "Have you met
Kesitah?"

Pushing a stray white hair behind her ear, Winter answered, "Yes.
He's
a human from Pydyr..."

Winter's words became garbled and faded. Leia's brown eyes glazed
over
as another familiar voice reached out and called to her.

/Leia, I could use some help. /

/Luke? /

/I'm surrounded. See where I am? /

She caught a glimpse of his location, and quickly recognized it.
Fortunately, it was nearby.

/Yes. /

/Hurry. They have ysala. / The connection was abruptly severed
before
he could finish his statement.

Leia blinked, then heard Winter ask, "Luke?"

"Yes. He's in trouble. Again." She jumped up from her chair and
retrieved her lightsaber from the corner of her credenza. When she
reached the door, she told C3PO, "Threepio, pick up the children from
preschool."

"Yes, Mistress Leia."

Then Winter added, "Also, inform Premier Kesitah that Leia will be
unable to meet with him."

To her surprise, Threepio made no comment. Winter followed close on
Leia's footsteps as they left the office. Hurrying through the
corridors, Leia fumbled into her pocket and retrieved her comlink to
call for some backup.

**
Wearing a hooded Jedi robe, Leia rushed through the crowded streets.
She fought the urge to run, knowing that she couldn't afford to be
recognized and stopped. Winter kept pace with her. They reached the
charity office, halting just outside the door. Leia scanned the area,
attempting to locate Luke. She found an area devoid of the Force and
was about to tell Winter where they should go, when she felt a
stinging in her right arm. She touched it with her fingertips,
realizing that she was feeling Luke's pain. The Force was available
to
him again. Gesturing with her head, she said, "Winter, this way."

She took off running down the alley with Winter following closely.
Suddenly, Leia grasped at her left leg and then they heard swoop
bikes
being revved up. Abruptly, Winter grabbed Leia and pulled her behind
some ductwork, just before some swoopers buzzed by. Winter had her
blaster charged and at ready. The phantom pain allowed Leia to
pinpoint Luke's location; she just hoped Han was near enough to him.
Holding her lightsaber in one hand, she quietly spoke into her
comlink, which she held in the other.

**
The gang leader arrived at the alley where an unconscious Luke was
being loaded into a hovercar by another swoop goon. He could also see
a black-cloaked figure standing silently, observing the transfer. The
leader's measured approach was noticed but ignored. His eyes
flickered
fearfully as he came closer to the dark figure. The man stopped
warily
when he reached the side of the hovercar, then swallowed and said,
"Your plan worked. When can I collect the bounty?"

He stood transfixed, sweating profusely as he waited for the reply.
He
felt ghostly fingers flutter about his throat; he swallowed then the
fingers tightened their grip. His beady eyes widened in terror; he
fell to his knees. Gasping for breath, he tried to speak but all that
came out was wheezing air. Spots appeared before his eyes, dancing
and
whizzing about, darkness beckoned, and just prior to entering eternal
darkness, the fingers granted a reprieve. Inhaling greedily, he
looked
up, daring to seek his oppressor. In tiny spurts, he panted,
"Medeia...I...did...everything as ...you said..."

/Silence, Dashet. You failed. /

The reprimand lacked normal auditory sense, coming directly into his
mind and offering no clues as to the emotions of the speaker. Dashet
looked quizzically at Medeia. "But you have Skywalker."

/ He almost got away. /

Dashet swallowed, then wiped the perspiration from his furrowed brow.
He had a bad feeling about this.

/You've cost me time and my time is valuable. Goodbye, Dashet. /

Medeia stretched an arm towards Dashet, touching a gloved hand upon
the other's chest and an eerie blue bolt of energy surged from the
hand into the chest. Dashet jerked his head backwards, his eyes wide
in pain. Medeia pushed with the same hand and Dashet slumped to the
ground, no longer among the living. The other swoop goon stood
staring
at the limp figure on the ground for a moment. Dark cloak swishing,
Medeia turned around, then reached a hand out to the goon who was
trembling. The hand contained only a data card, which he accepted
gratefully and pocketed hurriedly.

/Ysalamiri in the hovercar. /

He answered simply, "Yes."

/Good work, Herry. You've got company. /

With that last mental note, Medeia entered the hovercar and drove
down
the alley. Herry wondered what Medeia meant by company when he heard
the approach of another hovercar from the opposite direction. He
pulled his blaster, setting it to kill, then peered down the alley.
The vehicle came slowly towards him. He lifted the blaster, taking
careful aim. The next thing he heard was a Wookiee growling, then
darkness as a hairy arm thrust him hard against the wall.

**
Han Solo eased up on the throttle, allowing Chewie to exit the
hovercar. Chewie watched Han drive to the next alley, before heading
down his own alley. Stealthily, he ran, fingering his bowcaster as he
neared the end of the alley. He clung to the wall, to avoid being
sighted. Looking cautiously around the corner, he noticed Luke
slumped
in the backseat of a hovercar. He observed a robed individual giving
a
swoopie a datacard before entering the vehicle and heading
northbound.
Hearing Han's hovercar, the remaining swoopie had raised his blaster,
inciting Chewie into action. The swoopie was soon unconscious against
a wall. Han exited his hovercar and said, "Chewie, you weren't
supposed to knock him out. He might know where Luke is."

<Don't need him. Luke's in that other hovercar. > Chewie barked,
waving his large arm in the opposite direction. Then he bent down and
retrieved the datacard from the swoopie's pocket.

"Get in," Han said, waving Chewbacca over.

Han accelerated, following the path of the other hovercar. He flipped
his comlink on to speak to Leia as he swerved around a few swoopies
who had come from the direction he was heading. Up ahead and one
level
above him, he saw a flash of light, then an explosion. Frantic, he
screamed into his comlink, "Leia? Where are you?"

**
Leia and Winter thought they had come in behind the swoop gang but
there was apparently a rear guard. The women had just reached the
hole
that Luke used for his escape when Leia heard a blaster charging up.
She swung around quickly, activating her lightsaber in the process.
Grasping it with both hands, she parried and deflected the shot,
returning it from whence it came. Almost. It hit the fuel compartment
of the speeder bike the man was sitting upon, exploding instantly
into
a bright ball of fire and smoke. Deactivating her saber, Leia pulled
Winter down to ground and they both covered their heads to protect
themselves from the fiery shrapnel. Before the dust had settled,
Leia's comlink was buzzing

"Leia? Where are you?" It was Han.

"Right above you," came her reply, to which he sighed in relief.

He steered up one level to pick her up. Chewie kept his sight on the
other hovercar, which was also going up and now veering east. Leia
and
Winter jumped into Han's hovercar and he continued shadowing the
other
vehicle. He asked, "Sweetheart, what happened?"

Leia smiled tightly. "You know how Luke can deflect blaster shots
right back at the shooter?"

Han nodded.

"Well, I'm not that good yet."

<They're going faster. > Chewie announced.

Han increased his acceleration, keeping far enough back in hopes of
not being seen. There had to be a better way to shadow that hovercar.
Then he had a thought. "Sweetheart, can you sense Luke?"

Leia's eyelids fluttered as she reached out for her brother, but to
no
avail. "No, there is nothing there. I can't sense anything."

<Ysalamiri. > Chewie exclaimed.

Han smiled lopsidedly, "That's them."

Leia nodded in understanding, continuing to follow the Force-empty
bubble. Han piloted through the traffic with practiced ease. The
other
hovercar was easy to follow and that was starting to bother him. Then
the other accelerated to maximum speed. Han met the challenge and
remained steadily on its tail. 'I've got a bad feeling about this,'
he
thought. Then, he heard Leia gasp. He exclaimed, "What?"

"I just picked up several more empty spots. They're all converging
ahead of us."

"Stang it!" Han screamed, then he pushed the hovercar to its limit.

The hovercar chase was swerving, weaving and bobbing in and out of
traffic. Han's skill kept them close, never losing sight of Luke's
abductor. Suddenly, a couple of speederbikes came from behind and ran
directly over their top obscuring their view. Han juked to the left
but it was already too late.

Luke was gone.

**
Medeia slowed the hovercar to a halt on a lower level and was met by
two other cloaked individuals, bearing the emblem of the Black Sun.
As
Medeia got out of the hovercar, the other two retrieved Luke. After
placing a similar hooded cloak on Luke, they supported him between
them before walking towards a turbolift. Leaving the ysalamiri in the
hovercar, Medeia followed in their wake. The turbolift descended to
the farthest possible level. When it stopped, they entered a bare,
dimly lit, granite tunnel. Here, Medeia took the lead. Several meters
into the tunnel they came upon a rusty metal door, which squeaked and
scraped when Medeia opened it. Luke was dropped upon a metal cot,
then
handcuffed with shackles that were welded shut by his two escorts.
Those two left the room, and a few minutes later one returned with a
black satchel that was delivered to Medeia. Kneeling at Luke's
bedside, the cloaked leader opened the bag and brought out a syringe
and a small vial of green liquid. The needle was inserted into the
vial, then injected into Luke's neck.

Hefting the bag, Medeia left Luke alone.

**
One day later

His eyes fluttered, then opened but he couldn't see anything at
first.
He blinked several times to clear his vision. Letting his head roll
slightly, he suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. Forcing his eyes to
remain open, he scanned his surroundings. The walls were dark brown
stone, with a slimy substance dripping down them. The dim lighting
cast a haze in the room. Then, he heard a scrapping noise. When he
tried to sit up, he found that his body didn't respond to his mind's
request. Someone entered the room.

"Finally, awake I see."

He tried to form words but his throat was dry.

"Don't bother to talk."

He wanted to know where he was and what was happening. Yet, he
couldn't remember....

"You'll remember in a few days. For now, you are a guest of the Black
Sun."

He furrowed his brow trying to place...

"I gave you an injection that disrupts your thought patterns and
nervous system. It will wear off in a few days. So, I really must
begin your treatment."

He was confused by the information. He couldn't process it. The room,
which he was able to describe when he first awoke, was now a blur.
The
speaker was foggy, indistinguishable. He sought oblivion but it
ignored him.

The speaker began to prepare the guest. His sleeve was ripped and a
vibroblade slashed his right arm, the blood dripping to the rough
dirt
floor. The drug worked so well that he didn't even flinch. But it
didn't matter, in a few days there would be plenty of pain. The
speaker then lifted up a small sliding door; it was in the far corner
of the room, opposite the metal door. Then a fist-sized rock was
placed underneath to keep it propped open.

"Soon the corridor ghouls will smell the blood and come looking for
food. They will not stop until they get it. Who do you think will get
here first? The ghouls or your sister?"

Medeia flashed a feral smile, unseen by the groggy Luke. Oh yes,
revenge was sweet. Death was nothing compared to torment. Physical
torment was rewarding but mental torment was much more entertaining.

And mental torment was Medeia's specialty.

**
Two days later.

Luke slowly opened his sleep caked eyes, blinking to clear his
vision.
It didn't matter much in the dimly lit room. He rolled his head to
the
side and winced at the soreness in his neck. He began to assess his
surroundings. The room was moist and dank; the walls appeared to be
covered in slime. Then, he heard a digging noise and some snuffling.
Following the sound, his blue eyes searched for the source. He
frowned
at the sight of some white skinned creature digging in the dirt on
the
other side of a sliding door. Next, he heard a high-pitched scream,
causing him to cover his ears in pain. At least, he tried to cover
his
ears; the shackles prohibited such a simple task. His nervous system
began operating again, bombarding his brain with messages of pain and
acute discomfort. His right arm throbbed, reminding him of the
blaster
bolt that singed him during his encounter with the swoop gang.
Grimacing, he noticed that the arm was caked in dry blood. He pushed
himself up to a sitting position, his aching muscles complaining the
whole time. Examining his arm, he realized that the burnt skin had
been cut, most likely with a vibroblade. His eyes widened as he made
the connection between the digging creatures and the blood. Sith, he
was their prey.

He reached out in the Force to pop open the shackles but the
mechanism
was melted and unusable. He changed his focus to the creatures. They
were determined and hungry. One had dug through. It was a quadruped,
standing about knee high, white skinned, big ears, no eyes and very
big sharp teeth. Its nose was twitching as it leaped for Luke. He
managed to sidestep the first one but soon several were in on the
attack. They bit into Luke's flesh and he screamed in agony. He had
to
do something; he didn't want to die this way. Not in a feeding
frenzy.
He wanted them off. He tried to calm himself, to focus, to pull the
power of the Force to himself. When he touched it, he used it to push
the creatures away. The creatures flew from his body and smashed into
the wall. Prior to passing out from blood loss, he heard a voice call
his name.

**
Two days later

Luke had returned to his apartment after spending a day in the bacta
tank. Leia had told him that they had spent three days trying to
reach
him. She was able to sense him but his location was so remote and the
often dead-end passages winding and dangerous that they arrived just
as the ghouls had scampered under the door. Fortunately, they didn't
have to return by the same route. They were able to use a turbolift
that was accessible from the other side of Luke's cell to evacuate
him. Major Terrall Hoover of Coruscant Security started the
investigation into Luke's detention immediately. A cloak bearing a
Black Sun emblem verified that organization's involvement. It all
seemed a bit too convenient to Luke. His thoughts were interrupted by
the appearance of Han at his front door.

"Hi, Han. Come in."

Han grasped Luke's hand firmly, then pulled him in for hug. "You look
much better, Kid."

Luke's eyes twinkled and then he laughed, "Thanks to you and Leia."

"That's ...how many you owe me now? Don't worry I stopped counting
years
ago." His expression turned serious. "I got something to show you."

Luke could tell that Han was worried but he wasn't sure why, yet. Han
sat down in a chair and motioned for Luke to sit next to him. He
pulled out a datapad and inserted a datadisc. "Take a look at this."

Plopping down in a neighboring chair, Luke held the datapad and
perused the information, which consisted of planet coordinates and
dates. His danger sense tingled. He was looking at Mara's private
itinerary. He paled significantly, stating, "This is Mara's route for
her business trip." He paused, afraid to ask the question for which
he
somehow knew he didn't want to hear the answer. "Where'd you get it?"

His jaw tightened with concern, Han stated, "Chewie gave it to me.
He
took it from a swoop goon who had gotten it from the cloaked creep
that drove off with you in a hovercar."

"Noooo," came the anguished cry from Luke as he clenched his fist and
slammed it on the table.
**to be continued**

Chapter 15

Coruscant Security, desiring to maintain a commanding and reassuring presence for the citizens of the planet, occupied an entire city block, its building an imposing edifice of durasteel and transparisteel, not far from the halls of intergalactic government. The police force's desire to protect and serve was evident the moment one stepped inside the huge sliding doors, and walked directly into a weapons scanner. All arms were confiscated and checked for retrieval by its owner, if the weapon was indeed correctly registered to its possessor.

The main kiosk on the first floor was manned by sentients as well as guard droids, which provided an additional sense of security for those seeking to report a transgression or to attend to other business. Holovid monitors displaying the galaxy's most wanted, lined the walls and included updates on last known planet of residence, sightings, contacts, and arrests. As a further deterrent to criminal activity, surveillance vids were prominently displayed and kept a constant eye on all visitors to pass through or linger in the lobby. Several recessed turbolifts lined the farthest most interior of the foyer, accessible only after passing through security.

Two guard droids kept silent vigil on the kiosk and those that approached it. If any threat was evident, immediate action was taken, the aggressor subdued, safety of the innocents assured. A blond haired gentleman appeared suddenly at the kiosk and then requested, no demanded was more accurate, in a voice that was used to being obeyed, to see Major Terrall Hoover. A dour faced human, dressed in a crisp, dull gray suit, having gone through the procedure countless times, quickly glanced up then briskly offered to the gentleman the datapad used for identification purposes. "Press your thumb on the pressure pad, then sign your name with the stylus. We need to clear your identity before we can process your request."

The task was completed promptly and the pad returned immediately. The clerk's cheek twitched when she saw the name. She chanced a furtive glance at the figure on the other side of the counter, who registered in her mind without a doubt as the person he claimed to be. But regulations needed to be adhered to, followed for all citizens, including the prominent and famous. She waited for the information to be downloaded and verified, then and only then would Jedi Master Luke Skywalker be admitted to see Major Hoover.

**

Terrall Hoover's towering figure loomed over Luke as he greeted him with a firm handshake. "Master Skywalker, its good to see you. Have a seat," he said, waving his hand in the direction of a chair opposite his desk.

"Thank you," Luke said as he sat down.

Terrall sat down as well then folded his callused hands, tapping his index fingers together. "I was going to contact you. We have a lead in your case."

Luke's attention perked up considerably at the Major's comment; he could use some more information, especially if it helped him discover the instigator of the threats to him and his beloved. Frankly, he was tired of being targeted and wanted it to stop. Long suppressed anger began to bubble and simmer, threatening to explode into full rage. Stop it, Skywalker, he admonished himself. Don't think like that; revenge is of the Dark Side, he reasoned as he began disbursing his violent emotions. He needed to be calm and let the police do their jobs. Saving the universe wasn't a one-man job; neither was catching this threat, this tormentor. For he knew that he was being tormented both mentally and emotionally. He visualized the list of recent events. Artoo's memory is almost wiped, his personal codes compromised. He's harassed by a swoop gang, and eventually captured, only to be found several days later unguarded and being mauled by corridor ghouls. It was easy to conclude that they expected him to live and be rescued; the disc with Mara's itinerary was in Han's possession before Luke was even found. They wanted him to know they saw everything and knew more. And he had no clue as to whom or why. It was not a pleasant feeling.

Luke cleared his throat, then said, "Great. I've got something for you also."

He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved the datadisc Han had given him earlier. "This was found on one of the swoop gang members involved in my abduction." Luke watched Hoover put the disc into a datapad. "It's my wife's travel plan. Whoever is behind this knows exactly where my wife is and they wanted me to know it."

Terrall scratched his whiskered chin, contemplating what Luke had just told him. He tapped his gnarled fingers on the wooden desk, then popped out the disc and replaced it with another. After adjusting the settings, he handed the pad to Luke and pointed to the display. "This meshes with what the swooper we apprehended told us. A couple of our uniformed officers that had responded to Princess Leia's com, found an unconscious man, bearing the marks of a local criminal outfit, in an alley near the ambush site. He was taken into custody and interrogated. At first, he wouldn't say anything, but then Rygollalla went in to question him, realized by scent that the man had had a recent encounter with another Wookiee and used that information to her advantage. Herry squealed like a mynock."

Luke perused the transcript of Herry's interrogation and learned what had happened from the time that he was stunned to just before the hovercar chase already related by Han and Leia. The account of Dashet's execution caused him to shudder involuntarily, the description of the electricity flow eerily similar to Force Lightning wielded by both the late Emperor and C'boath. If it was a manifestation of the Dark Side, why hadn't he felt the Darkness? He wasn't under the influence of the ysalamiri the whole time; he should have felt something, anything, previously. Could there be a new Sith out there, possessing the ability to cloak his presence with such skill that a Jedi Master was unable to detect him?

 A chilling thought but entirely possible considering the fact that Palpatine had hid his true colors from a whole legion of Jedi. Weary at the thought of facing yet another Darksider, Luke rubbed his eyes, then blinked and re-found his spot in the report. Herry loaded him into the hovercar. The cloaked figure gave Herry the disc and warned of company, the hovercar left, a speeder arrived, he aimed, and then Wookiee yelling and a hairy arm the last he remembered. Luke re-read the statement about a telepathic conversation; the Sith didn't speak and Herry had no clues as to whether it was male or female. But he did reveal a name: Medeia. Luke shivered at the sight of the name, though he had never seen it before today. It felt...evil... and it threatened him and Mara.

Terrall Hoover leaned back in his soft contoured chair to silently observe with keen eyes the Jedi's reaction to the revelation of the name of his captor. Surely, there would be recognition and realization of who and why when he read it. That moment never came, at least in the way he expected. Luke shuddered, then simply looked at the Major and said, "Who is Medeia?"

Hoover leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desktop. "Our undercover agents just recently confirmed that Medeia is the current head of the Black Sun."

Luke placed the datapad on the desk, continuing to hold it while resting his forearm on the hard wood surface. The Black Sun's leader must have initiated the bounty, but was it revenge for Xizor or something entirely different? He sighed softly. Why do the answers always come with more questions? He loosened his grip on the datapad, sliding it towards the Major. "I don't know why this Medeia is after me but I have a feeling I'll find out soon."

"I assure you, Master Skywalker, that my men are working hard on the case. We'll catch them."
Luke nodded in agreement and stated, "I know that, Major. But for now, I would like your assistance with Corsec."

Terrall raked his fingers through his graying hair and rubbed his temples. "I figured as much once I saw the itinerary. I'll do what I can but our relations with Corellia are strained."

Luke spoke calmly, his voice revealing none of the concern he felt, "Alert them to a possible kidnapping attempt on my wife, they may be able to prevent it. It will take me a few days to get there."

Hoover locked determined eyes with Luke, then stated officiously, "You realize that because of her association with a known smuggling group, Corsec may be less than willing to assist."

Luke never flinched but acknowledged the statement. "I do." He paused a moment, then added, "But I also have a trump card to toss into the pot. They'll help." He stood up, offering his hand to the Major. "I need to prep my ship. I appreciate your time and may the Force be with you."

Major Hoover waited for the Master to exit his office before activating his comstation. Time to contact Corsec. He fervently hoped that the Jedi had a really good trump card because his own dealings with Corsec had been less than satisfactory, and he had no illusions that this time would be any different.

**

Luke approached the Tatooine's Flame and immediately felt a presence on board that brought an amused smile to his lips. He entered his new codes, brought the ramp down smoothly and jogged up into the interior. Over the top of the pilot's chair, brown hair could be seen sticking up, a pair of rough hands, fingers laced, and palms down resting on top of it. Standing in the doorway, Luke grinned widely, then loudly cleared his throat. The hands abruptly pulled apart then disappeared from sight. "'Bout time you got here, Kid."

Luke strode forward, coming along side the Captain's chair and with folded arms, stared at Han Solo. Perplexed as to why Luke was just standing there, Han asked innocently, "Problem?"

Luke nodded at the chair. "You're sitting in MY seat."

Han pushed himself out of the chair, flashing a lopsided grin. "Sorry. Force of habit."
Luke quickly sat in the chair vacated by Han who moved to the co-pilot's seat. "What'd Leia say when you told her we're going to Corellia?"

Han grimaced though his brown eyes flashed at the thought of adventure. "She's worried. Thinks I'm going to get hauled in by Corsec on some old arrest warrant. Though she's happy I'm not flying the Falcon. 'Too recognizable' she says."

Luke finished the flight preparations that Han had started while waiting for his arrival. "I'll make sure you stay out of trouble."

Buckling his crash netting, Han snorted, "Yeah, right. She's preparing herself in case she has to come haul us both out. She's been practicing with that lightsaber, deflecting bolts. Almost right on target now."
Luke shared the pride he felt emanating from Han. Smiling, he flipped the transmission switch, buckling his own crash netting while speaking. "Tatooine's Flame to Coruscant Control. Requesting clearance."
"Coruscant Control to Tatooine's Flame. Permission for clearance granted. Follow previous relayed vector."

"Acknowledged. Flame out."

As the Flame climbed smoothly through the atmosphere of the city on its course for orbit, Han ventured to ask, "Did you get hold of Corran?"

"I did. He's already taken care of it. Corsec will listen, because from what Corran tells me, they don't have much choice."

Han relaxed visibly, then chuckled. "Never thought there'd be a day that Rostek Horn would be on my side."

Luke nodded briefly in response, his attention on piloting through the orbital debris that littered the space lanes. His thoughts turned to Mara; she had been gone a week now and he missed her greatly, even though he had no recollection of several of those days due to his abduction. Her safety was compromised; the enemy knew exactly where she would be and when she would be there. They would make a grab for her, he knew it, and they knew he knew it. Why were they doing this? Why let him know? It just didn't make sense and it was driving him crazy.

Maybe the enemy was trying to drive him crazy.

The starlines blurred as the ship entered hyperspace hurtling them through the darkness of space. Luke silently urged the ship to faster speeds, encouraging greater velocities. He didn't know if Mara was presently in danger, but it felt imminent. He wanted to get to Corellia before anything happened to her, to forestall any harm to her. She was the universe to him, his very reason for being and living. He would do everything in his power to protect her precious life.

By the Force, he hoped she was safe.

**

Her hands clasped loosely behind her back, Mara stood on the bridge of the Wild Karrde, staring thoughtfully out the viewport, watching numerous starships jockey for position in orbit above Kuat. One day out of Coruscant, this was their first port of call, lasting a few days; their other scheduled stops would be just as lengthy. Aves' debut as the new second-in-command was only a fraction of the reason for Karrde's tour; regular business transactions needed to be conducted as well. She watched as several of the organization's shuttles flew by on their way to varied meetings.

Mara pondered her reason for being here, instead of home on Coruscant with Luke. Karrde was like a father to her, giving her the start on the new life she had needed so desperately. Her loyalty to him prevented her from just walking away; she wanted to help, to offer assistance as sort of a payback, a type of reward. Thus, she was here training Aves to take over her job, and she wanted him to succeed and prosper. No doubt, Karrde could have done it himself but Mara felt that she needed to do it, actually desired to do it. Since Aves had been with Karrde even longer than she had, his training had been quite simple, teaching him to work on his people skills and professional demeanor when meeting with clients. Mara would introduce him to all her contacts and smooth over the transition. The customers were prepared for the change, having been advised prior to the business trip. It was up to Aves to make a favorable impression and he would have his first chance soon since they were due to travel by shuttle to the surface within the next few minutes. A voice came from behind her. "Ready, Mara?"

She glanced over her shoulder, though she already knew who it was. "Yeah, Aves, I'm coming."

**

That evening curled up in a smooth nerf hide conforming chair and covered in a soft bantha wool blanket, Mara reflected on the day. The meeting with the telbun of their Kuati customer was uneventful and no concerns were voiced about Mara's replacement by Aves. As a matter of fact, the telbun decreed the change was best for all concerned parties. Considering that their ventures with Karrde bordered on the illegal, she believed that entering into transactions with the wife of a Jedi Master would be bad for business.

So much for keeping a low profile. Seemed the whole galaxy knew Mara Jade had married Luke Skywalker.

She sighed wearily, reaching for a datapad from the small nightstand next to her bed. She activated the screen, hoping to read more of the novel she had bought to fill her free time. Scrolling through the pages of the story about a young abused orphan girl who becomes a governess for a landed gentleman, her thoughts wandered towards Luke once again. His presence was always on the edge of her mind, just out of reach as the distance between them grew. His spiritual being filled her heart and soul continually, occupying its own special corner, but she missed his physical touch, the nearness of the living breathing man. She shifted her position and once again held the datapad erect to attempt reading. The young girl was getting married to the gentleman but the ceremony is interrupted when someone announced that the gentleman's first wife still lived. That could easily be Mara, Luke and Callista. What? Where'd that come from? It was a ridiculous thought, born of a vivid imagination and a tired mind. Her concentration ruined, Mara thrust the datapad onto her bed in frustration. She squeezed the bridge of her nose, then rubbed her tired eyes. Maybe she should just go to bed. Swinging her stocking feet to the ground, her heels crashed into something, a box it seemed, under her seat. Reaching her hands underneath the chair and grabbing hold of the crate, she pulled it out. She remembered instantly the gift Luke had given her before her departure.

It was the parts for building her own lightsaber; one of the last tests for becoming a Jedi Knight.
She smiled fondly as she remembered his confidence in her abilities. She put the box upon the table and felt a vague tug from the Force, prodding her to begin construction soon. Acknowledging and accepting the leading of the Force, she resolved to start first thing in the morning, completion targeted by the time they arrived in Corellia. As she snuggled under the covers, she envisioned herself wielding her gold bladed lightsaber, parrying and slashing with expert grace. Consciousness slipped away as she deflected blaster blots, then Force lightning bolts, subconsciously protecting Luke; she wouldn't remember it in the morning.

**

/She rolled over in the bed, her left arm landing on top of his body. He murmured in his sleep as she snuggled closer to his warm back. Her fingers searched for his left hand, her fingers entwined into his when she found it. Pressing a kiss on his bare shoulder blade, she began a trail of kisses that went up his neck, and ended at his left ear. His blonde head turned and took her demanding lips into his; she moved slightly to get better access to his mouth. He responded to her demands by rolling onto his back. His right hand reached up to her soft face, lightly caressing her cheek. She broke the kiss for a moment to gaze upon his handsome face. In his deep blue eyes smoldered sparks of hunger and desire, screaming to be fed, and she decided to stoke the fire into a blazing fury. She unlaced her left hand from his and began to lightly caress his unshaven cheek with her knuckles; his hand grabbed hers and brought it to his lips, kissing each knuckle. Freeing her hand, she then ran a slender finger down his nose and traced his lips, before she placed her hand on the side of his head, grasping his hair, capturing his mouth in another devouring kiss. He pressed his lips hard upon hers, savoring her sweet taste, their tongues dueling, while the kiss was growing in intensity. Passion was building, crying for fulfillment and release. One of his fingers slipped under the strap of her gown, caressing her soft skin while sliding it off her shoulder.../
"Luke!" escaped from her lips as she woke up in a sweat.

Turning in the bed to search for Luke, she suddenly realized that he wasn't there. With a frustrated sigh, she flopped back down in the bed. It was a dream. A very vivid dream, one that had occurred each night since she left Coruscant. Her sleep shirt clinging tightly to her body, she disgustedly threw the covers back and swung her feet over the side of the bed. She peered at the chrono; it was almost morning. Her feet landed on the cold steel floor, jarring her completely awake. Yanking her robe off the bed, she padded softly towards the refresher. As she prepared for a shower, she thought that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to make a month long trip without Luke.

**

Their arrival at Commenor was as uneventful as the arrival in Kuat, just less traffic.

After a perfect landing, Aves sealed the ship and then he followed Mara to the scheduled meeting place, a small tapcafe on the outskirts of the spaceport. The conference was successful and concluded without a hitch; the gentlemen left in good spirits, happy with the transition.

While preparing to leave the restaurant, Aves signaled to the wait droid who provided the bill, which was credited to Karrde's business account. Then Mara's Jedi senses kicked in a danger alert. Aves noticed a subtle change in her demeanor, eyeing her anxiously. She reflexively reached for her saber but came up empty; she had left it on the Wild Karrde. Instead, she slowly retrieved her blaster from its arm sheath. Her movement was barely visible to Aves. She kept her conversational tone and said, "We've got trouble."

Aves stood to Mara's right side, blocking the view of her blaster from the other tapcafe patrons. While nonchalantly walking to the exit, Mara's senses were actively searching for the danger, locating it quickly; two non-humans, species unknown at the moment.

Once they were away from the restaurant, Aves pulled his blaster out, then swung his arm behind his back and concealing the weapon underneath his coat. They walked for some distance, gauging their followers' intent, but their shadows didn't make any hostile moves. Aves whispered, "Mara, what's going on? Are they going to do something?"

Mara shook her head. "I don't know. They are just following us for now."

She didn't like being stalked. Time to change the odds. Up ahead, she saw a perfect spot to switch from prey to predator. Picking up the pace, she noticed that the others quickened theirs as well. She ducked into an alley and pulled Aves in with her. They both pressed up against the duracrete walls, keeping in the shadows and blending into their surroundings. Their pursuers rushed into the alley frantically searching for their prey. Mara could identify their species now by the prehensile trunks and large goggled eyes when the two Kubaz stopped to confer. Mara used their momentary distraction to act and the next thing one of them knew a blaster barrel was jammed rigidly into his neck. Waiting for them to yield, Mara continued to press the blaster deep into his dark green flesh. His companion held out his hands in surrender, showing that he had no weapons. "Aves, search them."

Aves patted them both down, then aimed his blaster at the one Mara wasn't holding. "They're clean."
Mara demanded in a menacing voice, "Why are you following us?"

They didn't say anything. Mara pushed her blaster harder into the first one's neck. He squealed, then said in broken Basic, "Make delivery."

He moved his hand to reach into his pocket, but Mara stopped him. "I'll get it."

She reached in and retrieved a datapad. It appeared harmless enough, no danger tingles, just underlying dread. The Kubaz said, "Message for you. We go now."

Mara delved deeper into the Force and felt the Kubaz' increasing fear; they were only hired to deliver the datapad, nothing more. She relaxed her grip on her blaster. "You can go. But if I ever see you again, I will not be so generous."

They made no comment as they scurried up the alley and out of her sight. Aves lowered his blaster, replaced it in its holster and flipped his comlink open. "Chin, keep an eye out for a couple of Kubaz. See where they go."

After a brief acknowledgment, Aves closed the comlink then looked at Mara to ask her a question, and found her deep in thought. "Mara?"

She frowned, then said, "Let's get back to the shuttle."

**

On board the Wild Karrde, Aves and Mara sat in Talon's office, where instead of debriefing on the business meeting, they were discussing the Kubaz encounter. The contents of the datapad appeared to be the current flight plans for the Wild Karrde, startling similar to the detailed itinerary that Mara had given to Luke. Leaning back in his chair, deep in thought, Talon twisted the end of his black mustache, while staring at the datapad. Equally serene, Aves sat adjacent to Karrde. The only ambulatory occupant of the room, Mara, her arms folded under her breasts, was slowly pacing the length of the office, occasionally halting to glance at the "delivery". The stillness of the room, undisturbed for several minutes was ended when Karrde said, "We know that there is leak in our organization. But who to? To what profit?"

Aves added, "Our competitors? Industrial espionage?"

Karrde shook his head. "I don't think so. They wouldn't advertise that they had broken our security."
Aves nodded in agreement and sought another train of thought. "Could be a slicer who wanted to make a statement, get recognized."

Leaning forward, Karrde rested his chin on his folded hands, and chewed on his lip as he mulled over Aves' comment. Both men watched the taciturn Mara continue her steady pacing. Talon was about to ask for her input when she stopped suddenly, half-closing her eyes, adopting what he called a "Jedi look" that he had seen on her before. When her green eyes opened, she walked over to the table, leaning on it, then said, "I think it was meant for me. It's exactly like the copy I gave to Luke."

Aves interjected, "But isn't this the same as on our system?"

Mara shook her red-gold head "No. I added more details."

Karrde nodded in agreement. "That's true." He looked seriously at Mara. "I suggest that you contact Skywalker about his copy. In the meantime, we'll tighten security and see if we can flush out any infiltrators in our ranks. Can't be too careful."

Intent on contacting her husband, Mara quickly left the office. Aves started to rise and follow her but was stopped by Karrde's firm hand on his shoulder. Perplexed, he remained seated and waited for Talon to explain. "I want you to take extra backup on Corellia. If she's right, and I have a feeling she is, I want her protected. It wouldn't surprise me that with the bounty on Skywalker, she would be used as bait."

"She'll be mad."

"I'd rather she'd be safe and mad, than for something to happen and have Skywalker mad at me. I've heard about his anger, and it's something I never wish to experience first hand."

**

to be continued....

Chapter 16

Mara was unable to contact Luke because long distance communications
were temporally down. Stang, somehow she wasn't surprised. She asked
Ghent to let her know when they were up again, then started walking
to
her suite, deep in thought about the datapad. It could be from a
business competitor or an inventive slicer, but her gut feeling was
that it was aimed at her and it had something to do with the threat
to
Luke. If it was, was it to let her know that they still had access to
hers and Luke's personal codes or was it simply more basic, an
attempt
to scare her. And why would they think this would frighten her? She
shook her head at the absurdity of such an idea. It was after
reaching
her room and palming the door, when suddenly it dawned on her.

Luke. It was meant to frighten Luke.

If he were given a copy...Taking in a sharp breath, she pulled out
her
comlink and contacted Ghent who informed her once again that
communications were still down and he was still working on it.
Frustrated with how the Fates were dealing with her, she flung the
comlink across the room, then stepped inside. If Luke got a copy of
this by some similar delivery method, he would be worried and try to
contact her, which wasn't possible at this moment due to technical
difficulties. Then, he would come, which would make him susceptible
to
danger. She had to let him know that everything was okay, nothing was
happening and she was safe. If only she could talk to him.

She picked up the comlink from the floor, pocketing it while
suppressing the urge to buzz Ghent again. He needed time to fix the
problem, not spend it telling her he was working on it. There had to
be a way to contact Luke. Smacking her palm onto her forehead, she
groaned disgustedly. Why didn't she think of it earlier? There was a
way to contact him. Sitting cross-legged on the floor and clearing
her
mind, the Force energy surged forth over their bond, searching the
far
reaches of the universe. "Luke. Hear me."

Locating the fringes of his consciousness, she attempted to
communicate but Luke did not respond. The contact was hazy and
disorientated, lacking the clarity of her former abilities. It was
disconcerting and quite confusing, considering that her bond with
Luke
had to be stronger and purer than the one she had with Palpatine.
Perhaps, lack of practice, or quite possibly fear, accounted for her
inability to make contact. Blowing out her breath, she resolved to
attempt the link again later. In the meanwhile, she would occupy her
time in a more constructive manner. The need to talk to Luke was
still
strong, but another desire had pushed its way into the forefront of
her consciousness.

She needed to complete her lightsaber.
**
The Wild Karrde's arrival at Corellia was delayed a few days because
of malfunctions in the hyperdrive en route. They had to wait while a
shuttle went back to Commenor and returned with the proper repair
parts. Then, Ghent found the computer virus that had taken down their
long distance communications, which remained down for the remainder
of
the flight. Mara was suspicious and voiced her concerns to Karrde,
who
had already started a quiet search of the crewmembers. He wasn't
happy
to have a saboteur on board and whoever it was would be dealt with
severely. Mara and Aves wouldn't be going to Coronet City without
extra security either. The fact that an outside enterprise of unknown
origin had access to their travel plans meant that hers and the
others' safety were compromised.

Mara originally thought the sabotage was directed at Karrde's
organization but the Force was telling her differently. It was all
too
coincidental that this occurred after the datapad was delivered, when
she needed to contact Luke and warn him off. Each telepathic attempt
had met with failure, often slamming against a dark impenetrable
wall.
The darkness was no longer hovering just outside her reach; it
appeared to be on the offense. Once they got to Coronet City, she
would make a holocom call to him, let him see that she was just fine,
he needn't worry, and especially didn't need to come for her. Then,
she'd tell him that she had almost finished building her lightsaber.
She wouldn't admit that she missed his presence, his touches, and his
kisses. She sighed. It wouldn't work; he could read her like a
datapad. Force forbid, she was getting soft.
**
Upon their actual arrival in Corellia, she had finally got a line
through to Coruscant only to find that Luke wasn't home and Leia
wasn't available either. Even R2D2 was gone. No one could give her
any
information as to Luke's whereabouts. But she knew deep in her soul
that he was coming here and she had no way to prevent it. She was
going to contact the Flame, but her connection faltered, disconnected
and refused to come up again. The recent, unsuccessful mental
contacts
had discouraged her from trying again, but she decided nothing
ventured, nothing gained. Settling into a relaxed state, she reached
out and this time the connection was instantaneous and crystal clear.
Luke was coming and none of her vehement protests could sway his
resolve, even though she insisted that she was safe and he needn't
worry because she could take care of herself. That man's
stubbornness
was going to get him into trouble.
**
After arriving in Coronet City and checking in at the hotel, Mara
took
a stroll down Treasure Ship Row, getting a feel for the place and
glaring at the passerby, causing many to give her a wide berth. Her
mood was far from pleasant after her conversation with her overly
protective husband, but she plunged back into her work to keep her
mind off of it; she wasn't as successful as she hoped. Aves
cautiously
approached her, hoping to quench her anger. "Mara. Can you tell me
more about Thelmus?"

Mara stopped walking and pushed away her lingering anger that wasn't
doing her any good and was sending the wrong message to Aves, and
many
others in fact. She was almost a Jedi; she needed to at least attempt
to act like one. She silently commended Aves for his diversionary
tactic, then apologized, "I'm sorry, Aves."

He waved it off, but she could feel his tension melt. As they walked,
Mara told him about their contact.
**
Because of the delay, she and Aves had to reschedule their meeting
with the Selonian, Thelmus, who reluctantly agreed. They made it to
the predetermined meeting place and quickly located Thelmus. This
time, the customer wasn't happy with the change. Thelmus didn't like
Aves at all. Mara Jade was much honored by her sept and Thelmus
didn't
want to have to build a new relationship with an untested liaison.
After much negotiation, Mara convinced Thelmus that it was necessary
and she pledged that Aves would consider Selonian culture when making
deals with them and not defraud them. After Thelmus left, Aves asked,
"Mara, what would happen if something went wrong with a Selonian
deal?"

Mara answered in a matter of fact tone, "She'd rip your throat out."

Aves eyes widened, and he tentatively reached for his throat. "Um,
can
we go now?"

Mara hid her smile behind her hand and nodded. They walked back up
Treasure Ship Row towards the hotel.
**
The Coronet City bazaar was a bustling menagerie of species, cultures
and colors. A shoppers' delight, the stalls were stocked with all
manner of goods and foodstuffs, their proprietors babbling in a
myriad
of languages offering a variety of services. Humans mingled with
Drall
and Selonian, as well as the large contingent of off-worlders from
across the galaxy. The various scents from a multitude of different
foods, perfumes, candles and sentient beings blended for a unique
olfactory experience. The open market was alive with activity;
laughing children running cheerfully through the hordes, the elderly
reminiscing about days gone by, young lovers walking hand in hand,
and
shopkeepers bickering about the price of inventory. Hovering on the
outskirts, the dark side of the city remained hidden, its sordid
underbelly invisible to the casual shopper.

Mara stopped in front of a stall that was hawking websilk robes, her
eyes focusing on a blue one that would match Luke's eyes beautifully.
Rubbing the soft material in her fingers, imagining how it would feel
on Luke's skin, the visualization of how it would cling to his torso
took her breath away. The diminutive shopkeeper noticed the interest
and started a conversation, hoping to barter a good price.

Aves shrugged his shoulders, stuffing his hands into his pants'
pockets. Women and shopping, not his idea of a fun time, at least the
shopping part. A sweet little blonde, twirling curly blond hair with
her pinky took notice of his boredom, winking flirtatiously at him.
Flashing a roguish smile at her, he was rewarded instantly when her
cheeks turned bright red. The game had begun and the cocky young man
slowly strutted towards the pretty young thing.

While negotiating the final credit price for the robe, Mara's danger
sense began to tingle, but she continued her conversation, glad that
she could put her split concentration skills to use. Mara caught a
glimpse of movement from her peripheral vision; they were being
followed. She began tracking the area trying to determine how many
were following them.

Mara politely thanked the shopkeeper, requesting that the purchase be
delivered to her hotel. There were at least eight tails; not good
odds
but they could disappear into the crowds easily. Slyly retrieving her
comlink from her belt to buzz Faughn and Chin, she received no
response, just static. " Aves," she started, but he wasn't there.
Sithspit! She scanned the noisy crowds hoping to find them.

Then she saw Aves waving from across the street, his other arm around
a blonde wearing a two sizes too small outfit. Stang, that man wasn't
thinking with his head. She maneuvered her way through the crowds and
just reached the other side when she saw Aves and Blondie disappear
into an alley. Her danger sense was blaring a full alert as she
treaded lightly to the edge of a building. Dropping down to knee
level, she carefully looked around the corner. It was dark but she
could see Aves being dragged farther and deeper into the alley. She
closed her eyes a moment; it was a trap but she just couldn't leave
Aves. Opening her eyes again, she grasped onto her blaster and jumped
into the alley, racing for the shadows on the far wall. No shots came
in her direction. The eight hunters she had sensed earlier were now
converging and coming in from behind her. She crept closer to where
she presumed Aves was being held. A glow rod was lit. In its gloom,
she saw Aves and Blondie, who was pressing a blaster barrel into the
soft flesh under Aves' chin. His teeth gritted in pain but his eyes
showed a fierce determination to do whatever he needed to do to help.
She also noticed that Blondie had twisted Aves' right arm behind his
back. A few more glow rods were lit, illuminating the fact that they
were now surrounded.

"Alright Jade, put down the blaster."

Her green eyes shifted from Aves and Blondie to the speaker, a tall
dark skinned man with an aquiline nose. From his attire, she pegged
him as a pirate, which gang she wasn't sure. She averted her eyes
back again. Her blaster sights were still on Blondie, she figured she
could take out...

"Come on, Jade. You know that if you shoot her, she'll still kill
your
friend."

He was right and she knew it. Sith, now what? She slowly lowered the
blaster and dropped it to the ground. She still had her lightsaber,
and was moving her hand towards it, when she heard Aves groan.

"Don't even try it."

Someone came from behind and confiscated her lightsaber. She was
ready
to attack him, when a scream came from Aves.

"Here's the deal, Jade. You surrender peacefully and we'll let your
friend live."

She had no choice, no other options; she raised her hands in
surrender. Aves screamed, "No, Mara!"

He started to struggle, was hit hard on the temple by Blondie, and
then he crumpled to the ground. Mara made a movement to go to him,
but
was held back by someone behind her. Her arms were pulled behind her
back and cuffed securely while a needle was jabbed into her arm and
she bit her lip against the stab. The original speaker came over and
stood in front of her. She could see his tattoo now; it was the
symbol
for the Nek Maulers gang. "Sorry we have to drug you Mrs. Skywalker,
but Jedi are so hard to handle."

He took her lightsaber and placed it on top of Aves' body. He sneered
at her. "Just letting your husband know we have you. I think he'll
come for you, don't you?"

'No. Luke,' she silently called.

Mara's vision was blurring and she blinked, hoping to clear it but
was
unsuccessful. Her body began to sway, then she felt her body being
lifted up and flung over a shoulder. She hung limply, still fighting
to remain conscious, dizzy from her position and could no longer stay
awake. Darkness overtook her.
**
Mara groaned and winced as she awoke. She was lying on her stomach on
a thickly padded bench. Her arms were sore and she attempted to move
them but was unable to since they were still cuffed. And from how
much
they hurt, a lot of time must have passed. She needed to get a
reading
on her situation so she closed her eyes, breathed deep, calming
herself...Then her eyes flew open. Stang, they had ysalamiri. Why
did it
seem that every criminal in the galaxy had ysalamiri? Before she
could
do anything else, the door slid open and Blondie entered, who placed
a
tray of food on a small metal table, then walked over to Mara. She
unsheathed a vibroblade, holding its sharp edge against Mara's cheek.
Abruptly, the cuffs fell off, freeing Mara's wrists and causing her
to
grimace in pain as her arms fell down. Moaning softly, she uttered,
"Thanks."

Blondie said nothing as she turned and left.

Gingerly, Mara pushed herself off the bench and carefully walked to
the table. Her years of training taught her that nourishment was
necessary to survival and to take it whenever possible. She pushed
some of the food around on the plate, seeing if anything unusual had
been added. Recognizing everything, she began taking small bites,
hoping that they hadn't drugged it. She knew they wouldn't kill her;
they had plenty of opportunity already. No, they'd keep her alive.
In
order to catch the biggest and best fish, you needed live bait and
she
was the bait for Luke. She could hope he wouldn't come, would know it
was a trap but she would just be fooling herself. He was coming for
her and nothing would stop him.
**
Grinning evilly, the tall dark skinned pirate leader, M'Crik, watched
Mara through a small peephole in the door. The plan for catching her
had worked exceptionally well. His mole in Karrde's organization,
Kirt, had told him that she would be traveling with them to Corellia,
knowing that she would be the perfect bait for the bigger prize,
Skywalker. Advising Kirt to slow the Wild Karrde's arrival, M'Crik
set
his plan in motion, acquiring needed supplies and setting up the
players. Using Aves had worked like a charm, the other security
members easily distracted and sent in the opposite direction, not
realizing that the comlink messages they received were false and
Jade's was jammed. Now, he needed to let Skywalker know they had his
wife. Once notified, the Jedi would take a few days to arrive and
M'Crik needed to prepare for his arrival. First, they required more
ysalamiri but his usual supplier was out of stock. He chuckled to
himself as he thought about asking Karrde for some. It would be
ironic
but Karrde was too smart and would realize immediately what the
ysalamiri were for. He continued to laugh as he retreated up the
corridor and headed for his office.

**

The only human being that Mara saw was Blondie, who would bring food
to her twice a day. At least, Mara thought it was twice a day since
her windowless cell was not conducive to determining whether it was
night or day. Questions to Blondie were answered with silence. That
left her own thoughts as her only company and she spent several
hours,
maybe it was just minutes or even days, contemplating her situation.
The scene in the market replayed, over and over, imagining what she
could have done different. Not much, short of leaving Aves and that
wasn't an option. Even fighting it out in the alley might have gotten
her free but at the cost of Aves' life, which was an unacceptable
consequence. Remembering Luke's little pep talk before the trip
caused
her to sigh; she had used every tool available and still got
captured.

When tired of reviewing her abduction, which was now engraved in her
memory, she sought physical release through exercise. The cell was
large enough for active movement, allowing room to run off tension.
Twisting, turning and stretching kept her body from being stiff,
letting her maintain the dancer-like agility even without help from
the Force. Her increasing reliance on the Force was noticeable after
the first session resulted in labored breathing and heavy
perspiration
from a normal routine, a testament to the affect of the ysalamiri.
She
could still function without the Force but it was uncomfortable after
being so connected and totally in tune with its energy. What would it
be like to be without it?

Her thoughts drifted to Callista, a Jedi without that source of
power.
What was it like? Mara couldn't imagine, her limited contact with the
woman offered no clues. She remembered their encounter on Yavin IV,
the only time she could reach out and probe her with the force. It
was
a chilling experience, searching for life and finding absolutely
nothing. No light side, no dark side, just a void, empty space. Even
though the first Mrs. Skywalker was dead and gone, she continued to
haunt the living. Not literally, but every time Mara thought about
Callista and her death, she felt a strong foreboding, a harbinger of
doom especially for Luke. Having no Force confirmation didn't prevent
her from having a bad feeling about it. Some things just didn't need
the Force to be understood.
**
The door slid open quietly. Mara didn't look up, thinking it was
Blondie with a food platter. Then she heard footfalls coming in her
direction, causing her to stand and glare at the stout, red-haired
man
coming towards her. He halted, his hungry eyes appreciatively roved
over her figure, lingering on her curves, making her feel extremely
uncomfortable. "I hope you like your accommodations, Mrs. Skywalker."

"I've had better."

He stepped closer to her. "Well, these were made with you in mind.
There is no escape. And don't expect a rescue. We're ready for him."

She held her ground. "Don't be so sure."

He was right in front of her now, his hot, odiferous breath steaming
on her neck as he leaned to her ear and whispered, "But we are sure.
Since we have you in our control, he'll come. He'll do whatever we
say
because he doesn't want you hurt."

Managing not to flinch, she swallowed at his implicit threat.
Continuing to leer, he smiled lasciviously, then said, "In the
meantime, I thought you might like the company of a real man."

Continuing to stare menacingly at him, she said with utter disdain,
"If you find one, send him in."

Anger flash over his features, then he responded. "Cute."

He reached his left hand up for her cheek. "I'm going to enjoy this."

She was calculating her moves for she already knew what his would be;
didn't need the Force to figure that out. Then Mara sprung into
action. She kneed him in the groin and then grabbed his left wrist
and
flipped him over. He landed with a thud on his back. He curled up in
pain then suddenly rolled onto his stomach and prepared to jump up,
but Mara was already on him again. She stamped her heel quickly once
on his right hand, then used her left foot to press the small of his
back down to the ground again. He faltered and fell. She got down on
her knees pushing her left knee hard into his spine. Taking hold of
his left arm once more, she twisted it behind his back. Then she
hissed into his ear, "No. I'm going to enjoy this."

He squirmed some, then growled back, "Why you sithspawn little...@@"

She tightened her twist such that she could hear bone snap and the
man
hiss in pain. "Don't say anything more. My husband doesn't like it
when someone insults me." She increased the harshness in her tone of
voice. "His anger is akin to Darth Vader. We wouldn't want to get the
Master angry, would we?"

It wasn't a widely disseminated fact that Vader was Luke's father.
She
knew this man wouldn't have access to that sort of information but
the
jibe worked. Just the thought of having an angry Jedi on his trail,
caused the man to stop talking and moving. A few moments passed,
then
Mara moved away from him. Confused by what had happened to him, he
blurted out, "I thought that ysalamiri rendered Jedi helpless?"

Mara answered, "You were misinformed."

The door slid open and Blondie entered with a tray, saw the broken
man
on the ground and rolled her eyes in disgust. She set the tray down,
leaned out the door and soon two guards came in and collected the
lump
from the floor.
**

M'Crik came immediately, in response to the guards call that Jeb had
been in the cell with the woman. The idiot should have known better.
Jeb was sitting on a bench outside the cell, cradling his left arm.
M'Crik glowered at the man, then bellowed, "What did you think you
were doing?"

Jeb winced, "She looked harmless and with the ysalamiri I
thought..."

M'Crik yelled, "You thought wrong. Now, I'm short a pilot and
Skywalker's on his way."

Jeb gulped. "He is?"

M'Crik nodded. "Yes. I got a transmission from Medeia. Once we have
Skywalker secure, the Black Sun will pay us the 500,000-credit
bounty.
Now, get out of my sight."

Jeb limped down the corridor, going exceptionally fast for a wounded
man. M'Crik focused his attention on the two remaining guards. "Don't
let anyone inside. I don't want anyone else hurt. Skywalker won't be
here for a while but I want vigilance. If we can catch him and keep
him, we will be much richer."

**
The sound of the door sliding open startled Mara from her slumber.
Her
eyes still closed, she listened for the tray to be placed on the
table
but it never was. Instead, she heard a strong, confident voice.

"Mara."

Her eyes flew open as she jumped from the bench. Standing in her
cell,
clad in brown and green camouflage pants and a beige tunic was Luke.
She was still rubbing her eyes to make sure she was seeing correctly,
when he came over and embraced her, stroking her red gold hair. "It's
really me, Mara."

He gently kissed her, then said, "I think we need to leave."

Opening the door, Mara said, "No argument here. Let's go."

She saw his handiwork outside, five guards, including Blondie,
sleeping peacefully along the corridor. "Nice job, dear."

Running the fingers of his left hand through his tousled blond hair,
Luke shrugged humbly. "Had to stun the two by the door. But the rest
did as I told them." His right hand reached for his belt. "Thought
you
might want this."

He unhooked her lightsaber, passing it to her in a smooth, fluid
motion. Accepting it gladly, she hooked it to her belt, then took his
right hand into her left as they continued jogging up the corridor.
Natural light filtered in making their shadows appear wavy against
the
polished walls. Nearing the tunnel's mouth, Mara could see a dark
figure, features undistinguishable but his cocky presence easily
recognizable. Han Solo, his DL244 blaster charged and held steady,
waited anxiously. Hearing their footfalls, he looked over his
shoulder, flashing his famous grin and said, "Hello, Mara. Glad you
could join us."

Standing directly behind him and against the wall, Mara smiled.
"Wouldn't miss it, Solo."

Still clutching her hand, Luke used his free hand to activate his
comlink. "Skywalker to Capt. Herm. We've got her. Commence operation.
Acknowledge"

"Capt. Herm to Skywalker. Acknowledged."

Mara opened her mouth to ask what the operation was but Luke spoke
into his comlink again. "Skywalker to Karrde. Acknowledge."

"Thanks Skywalker. Acknowledged." Mara could sense Talon's relief as
he spoke.

Pocketing his comlink, Luke took Mara's free hand into his free hand
and was preparing to tell her the escape plan when he felt the
approach of several pirates from the north. Mara sensed them as well
and said, "Guess we better go south."

Han shook his brown head. "The transport is north."

Luke stated, "So are the pirates, Han."

Han groaned, "Just like old times. Okay, I guess we go south and come
back around."

Their window of opportunity shrinking, they stealthily ran out of the
tunnel towards the southern forest, hoping that the pirates were
unable to obtain a visual of their escape. Several dozen grounded
Uglies offered excellent hiding places, sheltering their presence
from
view. They were half way across the field by the time the pirate
group
entered the bunker and raised the alarm. Klaxons blared, alerting the
entire base to awareness and action. Fortunately, Luke, Han and Mara
were unnoticed for the moment as they scurried from ship to ship on
their way to the safety of the green leafy bushes and tall trees,
reaching the lee of a huge boulder when the first pirates swarmed the
field. Han peered around the rock and saw pilots prep the Uglies for
flight. He hissed to Luke, "Where's Corsec?"

A staccato barrage of blaster fire and screaming sirens were his
answer. Corsec had arrived as planned. Satisfied that everything was
under control, Han pushed himself away from the boulder and started
to
trudge through the undergrowth towards the north. Luke grabbed his
shoulder and whispered, "Wait, there's someone up ahead."

Sure enough, appearing from behind a dead, rotting tree trunk, a lone
sentinel, brandishing a broadsword stood defiantly in their path.
With
strong quick movements, she expertly slashed and parried, the steel
blade mottled in the dull light. Mara could sense that the impressive
display of swordmanship was also a challenge to a duel. Swiftly
unhooking her saber, she stood en guard position when suddenly a blue
stun bolt hit the pirate in the chest, sending the challenger to the
mossy forest floor. Surprised by the action, she turned gap-mouthed
at
Han who giving her a slightly puzzled look and replied, "What? We
didn't have time for that."

Forestalling any chance of retort, Luke grabbed Mara's arm, pulling
her northward. "Come on. Let's go."
**

Chapter 17

The silver transport sped gracefully through the verdant scenery.
Scattered sunbeams filtered through the lush forest canopy and
flickered merrily on the vehicle's shiny surface. The speeder burst
forth from the woods and into a vast open plain. Fluffy clouds cast
dark shadows on the road as the speeder traveled towards the distant
outskirts of Coronet City. The bright sun had started to set; the
fiery orb caused an excessive glare to flood the windshield of the
vehicle.

Han's retinas hurt as he attempted to squint and shade his eyes from
the solar assault. His vision returned as waning daylight reduced the
glare and splattered gray across the brilliant colors of the sunset.
Taking a quick moment to rub his pained eyes, he grumbled at the
universe's perverse sense of humor in providing him a speeder with a
faulty photosensitive adjustment switch. If that were the only glitch
in this day, he'd gladly accept it. Luke's plan worked like a charm;
they rescued Mara without a hitch. Resistance was minimal, Corsec did
their job, and here they were driving off into the sunset, just like
the ending of some low budget holodrama. He should be happy, ecstatic
even, at their success. Then why did he get the feeling something bad
was going to happen?

The backseat passengers were having similar thoughts and Luke voiced
his opinion. "That was too easy."

Mara added, "I was surprised at the lack of pursuit."

Luke continued, "Me too. Han and I got in easy enough. Then Corsec
offered some distraction but still, we should have encountered more
opposition." He paused. "I have..."

Still facing forward, Han groaned, "Don't say it."

"...a bad feeling about this."

Shooting a quick glance over his shoulder and rolling his eyes, Han
complained, "You just had to say it, didn't you?"

Luke shrugged his shoulders. "Either these guys are totally inept..."

"...or they have something else planned," Mara finished.

No one spoke as Han adjusted the acceleration downward to take a tight
curve. The turn completed, he glanced into the rearview mirror, and
noticed the two Jedi suddenly stiffen. Having witnessed this reaction
many times previously, he knew this was not a good sign. Luke said
ominously, "I guess we get to find out what else they have planned."

Han grumbled, "Great, just when I thought we might get away clean."

"Step on it, Solo. They're coming in fast."

"I am stepping on it." Then, he jokingly asked, "Really now, in what?
Uglies?"

Luke twisted his head around to look out the back window, then
answered, "Yes."

Shocked at Luke's response, Han shouted, "You've got to be kidding.
Are they nuts?"

"Apparently."

A bright red beam of light splashed in the dirt to port, kicking up
dust and rock. More shots followed, causing Han to swerve and zigzag
across the landscape. Each subsequent shot succeeded in herding them
away from the city. Through gritted teeth, Han asked, "Any
suggestions?"

"Don't get hit," Luke offered.

"Oh, really. Ya think?" Han snarled sarcastically, as he swerved to
miss a bolt that was much too close for comfort.

Mara said, "I don't think they'll hit us. The bounty specifies for
Luke to be alive."

The dust and debris from the blasts were obstructing Han's view,
making his maneuvers more difficult. A blast exploded in front of
them; the reverberation shook the speeder roughly. "Too close," Han
muttered under his breath. "Good thing they want him alive. I'd hate
to think what they'd be doing if they wanted him dead."

Luke shouted a warning just as the next shot hit the engine, flaming
it out instantly and whacking the steering controls. Han was unable to
prevent the inevitable as another blast to their rear quadrant sent
the transport rolling over. Settling much more softly than it should
have because Luke and Mara cushioned the rollover with the Force, the
transport came to a halt at the bottom of a small knoll. Slightly
dazed but essentially uninjured, they all climbed out of the wreck,
with their weapons drawn. Several Uglies had landed nearby, their
pilots already out and shooting. The trashed speeder provided a
bulwark; Luke stood at its front end while Mara took the rear, sabers
lit immediately. Blue and green flashes of light deflected the shots,
returning them in their senders' direction. Han took pot shots from a
prone position underneath the vehicle's carcass.

The shots from the pirates increased in frequency. Mara waved her
blade in a steady rhythm, letting the Force flow through her. It was
exhausting. Luke touched her mind, refreshing her and encouraging her
to continue, to delve deeper. It became easier as she followed his
instruction. Then the shots came even faster. One of the pirates had
begun using an E-Web heavy blaster.

Han saw the repeating weapon set up and had tried to hit its operator
but was unsuccessful. The first rapid shots spit dirt into his eyes,
so he started to withdraw underneath his shelter, only to scream in
agony as a stray bolt hit his thigh. He grasped his wounded leg with
his left hand, wincing at the pain of the burn. Gritting his teeth,
the injured man pushed his body away from the battle.

Luke and Mara each felt Han's pain but were unable to help him. The
E-Web was sending shots at maximum speed now, taxing the Jedi to their
limits. Though more bolts were coming at Luke than Mara, she was
starting to tire and weaken. Luke sensed her weakness and attempted to
shift his position to better defend her. His saber strokes blurred as
he swatted at the multitude of shots coming at him. Some of the shots
had already broken through his defenses; his singed arms bore witness
to that fact. 'The more that hit you, the more that will' echoed
through his mind. If only he could ... The firing ceased. He blinked in
confusion. Why did they stop?

The ground vibrated as a low flying ship screeched overhead and began
strafing the Uglies. Firing commenced again but this time the pirates
made aerial shots. Luke and Mara shut down their sabers and went to
Han who had managed to pull himself out from under the speeder
transport. Squatting next to his brother-in-law, Luke placed his hand
on the oozing wound to start the healing process. Han winced at the
touch but could feel a warm tingle and felt the pain diminish.
"Thanks, Luke." Then furrowing his eyebrows, he said in a slightly
annoyed tone, "Wonder what took them so long to provide our air
cover?"

Luke shook his tired head. The firefight had drained him, not to
mention the fact that he had several small burns on his arms. "Don't
know."

Puzzled by their conversation, Mara knelt beside Luke and asked him,
"Who was providing air cover?"

Resting on his haunches and rubbing his temples, he answered,
"Karrde."

An explosion nearby sent shrapnel flying in their direction. It
bounced harmlessly off a hastily erected Force shield. Mara announced,
"I think we better move."

Grabbing Han's forearm, Luke helped him stand up and slung Han's arm
over his shoulders, offering extra support. Han reached into his
pocket. "I'm going to call Karrde for pickup." A short pause as he
fished for his comlink. "Stang, I can't find it."

Mara scanned the area Han had occupied and located the comlink near
the front of the speeder. Another explosion caused them to duck
instinctively. After picking up the device, Mara turned to join the
men when she came face to face with the pirate leader, or more
precisely, the blaster he had pointed at her heart. Angry with herself
for misinterpreting her danger tingle for the explosions and not a
person, she swore under her breath and glared at the enemy. He
sneered at her, then moved behind her, positioning the blaster between
her shoulder blades. Luke had noticed the man's approach too late to
act, especially with Han leaning on him. M'Crik shouted over the din,
"Here's the deal, Skywalker. You come with me, and I don't kill your
wife."

Han straightened up, removing his weight from Luke's side. This pirate
was playing with fire, making a demand like that. Though Luke's
expression was bland and calm, Han knew that he was angry because his
mechanical hand was clenched tightly into a fist. One thing that Han
had learned in the many years that he had known Luke was that you
never, ever, threaten someone close to him.

Mara kept her expression calm as well. The pirate leader wouldn't have
any success; she was sure of that and wasn't worried about his threat.
What was worrying her though was the darkness hovering over Luke.
There was also a chill coming over their bond, sending shivers through
her body. It was frightening and vaguely familiar. It reminded her of
the Emperor.

Luke maintained the Jedi Master persona, but inside he was raging.
This pirate, this vermin kidnaps his wife, then threatens to kill her.
How dare he? Bounty be kesseled, this was personal. He would not lose
another wife. Time to eradicate an annoying gnat. His intense blue
eyes bore into the pirate's beady ones.

The blaster grip glowed red, superheating quickly. M'Crik screamed in
agony, dropped the blaster and stared at his blistered hand, unsure of
what had happened. He started gasping for breath as steely invisible
fingers tightened on his throat. Spots danced before his bulging eyes.
Life was leaving his body, his lungs deprived of needed oxygen.
Darkness beckoned.

When the pirate had dropped his blaster, Han grabbed his own and
headed towards the man. The sight of the choking man brought forth
unpleasant memories of Darth Vader, who had used the procedure
excessively. His recurring nightmares since his son Anakin's birth
were becoming reality. Luke was slipping over the edge again.

Mara cringed at the dark emotions that Luke was emitting. In his
twisted reasoning, the man, a common criminal, deserved to die. No one
threatened his wife with impunity. She once thought the same way but
that was before Luke. Before she came to know the Light Side. This
needed to stop. The Dark Side would not claim her husband again.
"Luke, stop! We need him. He's the leader."

The sound of her voice caused him to blink. He loosened his grip on
the man's throat. "What?"

M'Crik inhaled deeply, his lungs greedily taking in the oxygen
recently denied them. Fear shone in his eyes but only for a moment.
Somehow, he had misread Skywalker. No matter. Perhaps he could broker
a deal. "That's right. I'm M'Crik, leader of the Nek Maulers. I'll
tell you everything I know. For a price."

The man had the audacity to ask for credits, after she had saved his
life! Mara thrust her arm out and clenched her hand around his throat.
Her grip tightened and he gagged, his face flushed blue. Raising his
hands up in surrender, he wheezed, "Okay, I'll do it for nothing."

Using his faithful DL244, Han tapped M'Crik on the shoulder. "If you
know what's good for you, you better not say anything else. Let's go."

Nodding, M'Crik noticed that the aerial assault had ended during his
confrontation with Skywalker. His fleet was destroyed; his pilots'
bodies littered the field. Vision was limited by the onset of dusk.
Han directed him towards one of Karrde's shuttles, which had landed in
the aftermath of battle.

Mara watched them leave, but not following, since she was anxious to
talk with Luke about what had just transpired, whether he wanted to or
not. She found him at the bottom of the hillock, sitting with his arms
folded and laying across his upright knees, his forehead resting on
his arms. The majority of the dark cloud had been dispersed, scattered
to the winds, but the Dark Side still lingered, seeking to inhabit the
powerful Jedi once more. Sitting next to him in an identical position,
she turned her head so that she could see him and waited. It was
short.

"I'm sorry, Mara." He had turned his head to look at her.

"For what? You saved my life."

He sighed. "I went too far. I used the Dark Side. And what's worse is
I enjoyed it."

"You stopped."

"Only after you told me to. Yoda was right. Once you start down the
dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny and consume you, as
it did my father."

Seeking to break his negativity, Mara spoke vehemently, "Luke. The
Dark Side is not your destiny. Your father returned to the light.
Because of you. He couldn't do it alone and only a spark of good was
needed for him to pull out of it. The sins of the father need not be
passed on to the son. So, don't start taking on chains of darkness
that you have already broken. Reject them."

Luke processed her words, then nodded in acquiescence. She was right.
Why keep taking back the trash that had already been dumped? It would
be an uphill battle, but he would do it. He had to do it, for Mara's
sake, for his own, for his children's. The Skywalker legacy from this
day forth would be the Light.

Mara stood up, brushing dirt from the seat of her pants. "Let's go."

Luke stretched his legs out flat on the ground and leaned back,
resting on his elbows. Smiling up at his wife, he stated, "I love
you."

She winked at him. "I know."

In the darkness of the night that had fallen, the shuttle's landing
lights illuminated a pathway for the Jedi to follow. Hand in hand, the
Skywalkers walked up the ramp, and were swallowed up in the interior
light, disappearing from sight.

**
M'Crik had started to fidget when Luke and Mara entered the cabin in
which he had been sequestered. For all his bluster and bravado, the
man was intimidated by them now, which should make him more compliant.
Subconsciously putting on his 'Hutt with eyebrows' look and folding
his arms, Luke said, "You said you'd tell us everything."

"I want protection."

Luke and Mara looked at each other, then Luke said, "I'm not going to
hurt you."

M'Crik shook his bald head and laughed. "Not from you. From the Black
Sun. I spill and they find out, I'm as good as dead. Might as well
have you slice me with your saber. You'd be doing me a favor."

"I can't do that. Maybe Corsec can..."

Snorting in derision, M'Crik declared, "Oh yeah, Corsec is really
gonna help me? They've got several warrants on me. I ain't going to
see the sun for a long, long time."

Mara stated sardonically, "Maybe you'll get a cell with windows."

His look of utter disbelief was priceless. "Look. I need to disappear
from the galaxy. And then I might be safe."

Luke pulled up a chair, straddled it and sat down facing M'Crik. "I
don't think you have much choice. If Black Sun knows we have you,
they're going to assume you talked."

The pirate's emotions shifted as he realized the truth in Luke's
statement. What did it matter now? "We just wanted the bounty. One
million credits are..."

Mara interrupted, "It's only 500,000."

"It was doubled just before you arrived in system."

"How did you know when I'd be here?"

"Black Sun's got a man on the inside. He delayed Karrde's ship and
gave us your schedule. I took it from there. I couldn't reach
Skywalker here but I received a transmission that he was coming. If it
wasn't for our lack of ysalamiri and some incompetent lackeys, I would
have been successful." He sulked while visualizing one million credits
taking flight into a black hole.

Luke asked, "Did you ever talk to Medeia?"

Mara was surprised at her reaction to the name. It felt deadly and
dark yet she had never heard it before today. Tensing momentarily,
M'Crik said, "Not exactly. It was a coded transmission." He stared at
the floor, then asked, "What do you know about Medeia?"

A chill ran up Luke's spine. "The head of the Black Sun is known as
Medeia."

M'Crik nodded. "From what I hear, Medeia is the most calculating
leader since Xizor. Maybe more so."

Mara asked, "Let's back up a bit. You mentioned that Black Sun has a
man..."

Her question was interrupted when Han entered the room. His eyes
flashed between Luke and Mara. "Captain Herm is on the com. Wants to
talk to you, both of you."

Glaring at M'Crik, Mara warned, "We're not finished."

"I'm not going anywhere."

**

It wasn't a pleasant conversation. Captain Herm insisted that no one
interview the prisoner; M'Crik may be a scumbag but he had the right
to counsel. He also reported that several pirates had been
apprehended, a few others unaccounted for, and several were dead. As
for their destination, Corsec's commanding officer requested that the
shuttle land at their compound in Coronet City in order to provide for
an orderly transfer of the prisoner. The Captain thanked them for
their assistance in breaking the Nek Maulers apart, but his
supervisors were rankled that a smuggling group helped do it. If not
for the presence of Master Skywalker and the request from Rostek Horn,
they never would have agreed to such an endeavor. Though he didn't
agree with it, Captain Herm was required to tell them that once the
prisoner was delivered, departure of Karrde's organization was
strongly suggested within 24 standard hours. Just before signing off,
Herm commented conspiratorially that a quiet records-search revealed
the existence of a few old warrants for a Han Solo. Those records
disappeared mysteriously, so as far as Corsec was concerned Han Solo
could come and go as he pleased. Thanking the man for his help, Luke
signed off.

Mara fumed at not being able to finish her talk with M'Crik. Telling
Karrde that he had a mole helped her cool down, a little anyway. Such
ingratitude, after all they had done to locate the pirates,
practically handing them over gift-wrapped, and Corsec takes an
arrogant stance by kicking Karrde out. Concerned eyes watched her; she
could feel it. Exhaling and releasing her anger in the process, she
waited for his approach. Luke took her hand and escorted her to the
nearest seats to strap in for the impending landing.

The shuttle set down on Corsec's campus and M'Crik disembarked amidst
a flurry of uniformed officers. The atmosphere in the ship during the
transfer was stifling and tense. Karrde's smugglers feared treachery
on the part of Corsec whose officers were having the same thoughts.
Hurriedly escorting the last officer off the shuttle, they took off
again and made a short trip to the nearest public spaceport.

**

It was later that evening when Mara exited the refresher. Earlier,
when the shuttle landed in the main spaceport, she had insisted on
returning to the hotel. After several days of roughing it, she just
wanted to take a long shower and sleep in a soft, warm bed. After a
light supper, Luke had informed her about his incarceration, wincing
when he spoke of the ghouls' attack and the subsequent discussion with
Major Hoover. At least Coruscant Security was investigating the matter
and making some headway but it still didn't ease her concerns about
their safety. Two separate abductions in the space of one week were a
bit much. In regards to the stolen itinerary, it was exactly as she
thought; Luke had received a copy and came after her. His predilection
to heroism was obvious to everybody. It made him predictable. Being
predictable would get him into trouble. He should have listened to
her.

Luke was sitting in a soft, nerf leather chair, reading a datapad with
his bare feet propped up on small table. Mara stood just out of his
vision, hands on her hips, staring at him. It didn't take him long to
feel her intense gaze. "Something wrong, Mara?"

"You should have listened to me. It was a trap, and you blindly jumped
into it."

Groaning inwardly, he stared back at her, surprised that she was
opening that discussion again. " I did listen to you. I heard what you
said. It's a moot point. Everything turned out fine."

"You did not listen to me. I told you not to come. But you just had to
show up at my cell door."

Opening his mouth to speak, he was cut off when Mara held up her hand
in warning. "I'm tired and I'm going to bed."

Luke rose to follow her, when she suddenly spun around and said,
"Where do you think you are going?"

Puzzled, he said, "To bed."

"Really?" She rushed to the bed and grabbed a pillow and an extra
throw blanket, then thrust them into Luke's arms. "Here. Goodnight."

Gaping at her as she jumped in the bed and pulled the covers up over
her head, Luke was amazed at her mystifying reaction. Why was it that
he could master the Force, understanding every nuance it offered, but
had yet to even discover the slightest clue as to thought process of a
woman? He dropped the blanket and pillow on the small table near the
chair. Taking off his over tunic, he settled into the chair and
covered up with the blanket. Propping his feet up once more, this time
on the pillow, he picked up the datapad he had found earlier and
started to read once more.

Peeking out from under the covers, Mara watched Luke strip off his
tunic and instantly regretted it. There was no way she could ignore
him now. All she wanted to do was teach him to listen to her. They
were partners in this marriage, neither eclipsed the other, but he
needed to listen to what she had to say and heed her advice. One look
at his well-toned pectoral muscles lessened her conviction and
reminded her of how much she missed him. A small groan escaped her
lips.

"Did you say something, Mara?"

She glanced at him and even though the datapad of her discarded novel
blocked her view of his face, she could have sworn he was smirking.
"Um... what part are you reading?"

"I've just read about the crazed wife in the attic." He removed his
feet from the table and put the novel on the pillow. "And for the
record, I do listen to you and value your input. In this case, I found
it necessary to disregard your advice."

Considering his apology, she decided to accept it. "I'll forgive you
this time." Then she queried, "Why don't you come to bed?"

"I hear and obey."

Smart aleck. "Not funny, Farmboy."

Slipping under the covers, Luke snuggled up to Mara and kissed her
cheek. His lips sought hers but were stopped by her hand. "I want to
see how well you can listen and follow my instructions."

To her delight, Mara discovered that Luke was quite adept at following
her instructions. Quite adept indeed.

*to be continued*
Feedback appreciated.

Cheryl is having email problems with the list, so she asked me to
post this for her.

This is Chapter 18 of her continuing fic Shackled Past.

Rating: G

Chapter 18

Relaxing against the bulkhead at the back of the bridge, Talon Karrde
stealthily eyed the crew as they positioned themselves at their
stations. The elusive mole was still on board his ship; not a single
member of the organization, save Mara, had failed to return to the
Wild Karrde. Things would have been easier if the traitor had run,
but he was confident that they'd find and deal with him. Talon
watched as Ghent, his eyes focused intently on a datapad, entered the
bridge and bumped into Aves. Ghent apologized, noticed Karrde at the
bulkhead and scampered in his direction. Straightening his posture,
Karrde anxiously waited for Ghent's arrival. From his excited
demeanor, Talon knew that Ghent had made progress in the search for
the computer virus' source. Computers and their programs were the
only things capable of causing delirium in Ghent. `This could be the
proof we need to catch the saboteur,' he speculated, stroking his
black goatee.

Smiling brightly, Ghent stopped next to Karrde, then exclaimed, "This
has got to be the best virus I've seen in a long time. It was the
most challenging thing I've done since the Delta Source encrypt."

In a hushed voice, Karrde queried, "You have it cracked, then? Who
uploaded it into our systems?"

Realizing that he needed to be more covert, Ghent lowered his voice
significantly. "Yes, I got it cracked and it won't bother us anymore.
It caused the communications blackout and the hyperdrive
malfunction." Then he admitted reluctantly, "Haven't a clue who
uploaded it."

The last tidbit deflated Karrde's hopes for a quick conclusion. Sure,
it was all well and good to have defeated the virus but victory was
hollow without apprehension of the culprit. Karrde asked his next
question. "Is it possible to determine who originated it?"

Ghent mulled over the question. "Yes. It will take time but I can
figure it out."

The slicer stared at the datapad a moment, then his eyes lit up.
Glancing absently at Talon, he snapped his fingers, then said, "Got
an idea. See you later."

Once again wrapped up in his own little world, Ghent scurried off the
bridge, bumping into at least three other people before reaching the
door. Talon was encouraged by his employee's sudden enlightenment.
Perhaps they'd have a name soon, either from Ghent or Corsec.

**

Drumming his fingers upon the counter, M'Crik slumped back in his
chair in a visitor cubicle of Corsec's secure holding facility. The
prisoner was caged in, surrounded by opaque transparisteel walls. A
smooth counter was molded directly into the wall; a pedestal chair
was bolted securely into the ground. The sparse, cube-shaped room was
dimly lit, offering little in visual stimulation. The court had
appointed a solicitor since his own counselor was unavailable while
serving a five-year sentence for embezzling. The Corellian guard, who
had escorted him to the room, informed him that he would be meeting
his solicitor. Suddenly, the illumination in the cubicle increased,
drawing him out of his musings. An opaque section above the counter
became transparent, allowing him to see the hairy occupant of the
opposite room. Startled at first, he soon realized that his public
defender was a Drall. The short brown, gray streaked fur rippled as
the Drall introduced himself, his voice clear over the speaker
system. "I'm Public Defender Obrimen. As required by law..."

M'Crik interrupted the legal spiel. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just take my
statement and tell me the odds so I can get back to my sabaac game."

"Very well." Obrimen scratched his flat ear, set up a data recorder,
and said, "Let's begin."

The question and answer session lasted about forty-five minutes. Once
finished, Obrimen hooked up the data recorder to a device that looked
sort of like a comlink but a bit larger. Curious, M'Crik leaned
forward and asked, "What's that? What are you doing?"

"I'm sending your statement to my associate for consultation. Please
be patient."

It took another half-hour for Obrimen's associate to return advice.
After a few moments, Obrimen said, "My colleague congratulates you on
a job well done. As long as you continue to omit the name of our
employee within Karrde's organization, the Black Sun will provide
credits for your legal defense and create a small retirement fund for
your exclusive use when you complete your debt to society."

`The Public Defender was in the employ of the Black Sun!' Astonished
by Obrimen's speech, M'Crik floundered for words to express his
thanks but all the came out was "Why?"

"You executed your plan like a professional and almost succeeded.
Since you did not capture the subject, the bounty will not be paid.
Our leader was pleased by the events of your last encounter with the
Jedi and that is the reason for our most generous offer."

M'Crik was delighted that Medeia was pleased with his performance. It
was beneficial to his health to be on the Black Sun's preferred list.
What confused him was the statement about his last encounter with the
Jedi. That almost got him killed for Sithsakes! First, Skywalker's
invisible hand strangled him; he shivered every time he thought about
it. Then, Jade's iron grip almost finished him off; stang, that woman
was strong. He was actually happy to see Solo point a blaster at him;
that was a danger he could comprehend. Not one to deny any type of
gift, especially one with monetary value, he decided this was the
best offer he could hope for in his current situation. Using his most
cultured voice, he stated, "Thank you. I accept your offer. So, if I
don't mention the mole's name, you get me off and I get retirement
money for my future needs."

"I do not get you off. I provide for your defense and when you've
done your time, you get a small retirement fund," Obrimen snuffled.

M'Crik shrugged his shoulders. "It was worth a shot. I think I can
handle doing a little time."

Obrimen declared seriously, "Don't take our offer lightly. Those who
fail the Black Sun do not have a future."

**
With a steaming cup of caf in his hand, Han strutted down the
corridor of the Tatooine's Flame towards the cockpit. He caught a
glimpse of Luke flipping switches and turning knobs in preparation
for take-off. Stopping at the door, he used his free hand to grab the
doorframe, then teasingly said, "We come all this way to get your
wife and now you're getting ready to leave without her?"

Not saying a word, Luke pushed the button that closed the ramp as he
lowered himself into the Captain's chair. Settling down in the co-
pilot's chair, Han took a sip of his caf while observing Luke's
tasks. Cocking an eyebrow, he began to wonder if Luke really was
going to take off without Mara.

"She's on board."

Startled by Luke's sudden words, Han said, "Huh?"

"I said she's on board," repeated Luke as he finally turned to face
Han. "She came up while you were in the galley."

Han mouthed oh, then took another sip of his caf, finishing
it. "Let's go then. I've had enough adventure for now."

"You miss Leia." Luke smiled knowingly.

His retort remained unspoken because another voice said, "You're in
my seat."

Assuming Mara wished to sit in the co-pilot's seat, Han started to
rise but stopped mid-way when he heard Luke say, "Not this time. I'm
Captain this trip."

Mara folded her arms and glared at him. "I haven't flown for a long
time and I would like to do it now."

"Hey, I'm only doing as you asked. You told me that you wanted to
finish your lightsaber. Can't do that if you fly," Luke retorted,
holding his ground.

Mara grunted, "So now you listen to me."

Luke grinned mischievously at her. "I listened to you last night,
too."

Quietly watching the couple's exchange, Han could have sworn he saw
Mara blush.

"Fine. I'll be in the cabin working on the saber," she declared,
throwing up her hands.

Luke warned, "Attitude is important."

"Yes, I know," she stated as she leaned over and kissed him. "Let's
go home."

"Coronet space control. This is Tatooine's Flame requesting
clearance."

**

Mara left the confines of the cockpit, en route to the cabin. Running
her hand along the smooth interior wall of the corridor as she
walked, she thought about what remained to be done on her lightsaber.
The exterior casing was finished to her extreme delight. Miniature
flames were etched upon the handle grip, the activation plate was at
the base of the largest flame, and small jade stones were inset at
both ends of the cylinder, encircling it. The circuitry, focusing
crystals, power cell, safety switch, matrix emitter, recharge socket
and lens assembly still needed to be built into the case. Her biggest
concern was the crystals; the ones in the box Luke supplied weren't
the color she wanted. The problem was remedied prior to their
departure. A local gem dealer had what she needed and it was easy to
pick up on the way to the ship. Mara entered the cabin and sat down
in the chair where she would remain until the Flame entered orbit.
Holding the jewel tightly with her thumb and finger, she held it
aloft, gazing at the faceted surface. When set properly into her
lightsaber it would make her blade golden. It was perfect for her and
she wondered briefly why Luke hadn't included the color in her box.

**

Wearing several layers of synthetic bantha wool, Professor Marlin
stood shivering at the railing of the research ark, gazing out at the
bobbing ice floes. The tsaelke migration had led them into the arctic
regions; reason unknown at the moment but the professor was confident
of a breakthrough. The scientific expedition had been postponed after
the accident that killed Callista Skywalker halted funding. Now over
a year later, Chad Research had received a large donation to continue
its studies, but with a catch. They were asked to test new software
developed for use with both echo sounder and global positioning
devices, its ostensible purpose for research, but most probably for
entrepreneurial endeavors. As head of the research team, the
Professor didn't really care about the hidden agenda. The software
produced incredible images of the ocean floor, actually making it
possible to map the previously unknown using advanced mathematics.
The images were sharp and clear, producing two and three dimensional
images, contour lines, relief and profiles. Not only were the
seafloor maps continually updated as the ark moved, it could also
discriminate between soft and hard ocean floor area and pinpoint
underwater objects. It had been a great boon to the expedition in
following the herds.

A young ensign approached the diminutive scientist. "Professor, come
quickly. We've picked up something unusual."

"Okay, Jarius."

The staircase to the wheelhouse was steep, its railings made of easy
to grip synthrope. At the landing, Jarius opened the door for her;
the whoosh of warm air caressed her cold cheeks. The navigator, Vard
Lex, helped her remove the heavy, ice-crusted coat and led her over
to the echo sounder monitor to view the unusual image mentioned by
Jarius. Her surprise at what the system had rendered was evident by
the astonished look on her face. Vard smiled, then explained, "A
tsaelke we were trailing led us there. I thought at first it was
another animal but the contours didn't match any marine animals in
our database. I've been concentrating all of our echo sounder beams
on it to get better definition. More details have been added. So
there you have it."

The Professor was amazed to see a small vessel just under the ice at
the ark's stern. No markings or letters could be seen but the angles
and shape were undeniably that of the style of the speeder boat used
by their university. All were accounted for, except for one. "Can we
get it out?"

Thinking quietly for a moment, Jarius suggested, "I think I can winch
it."

"I can direct you right to it," Vard added

Dr. Marlin ordered, "Do it."

**

Chapter 19

Nestled among the elegant foreign compounds lining Embassy Row, The
Ch'hala Bistro offered the best in vegetarian fare for the health
conscious of the New Republic bureaucracy. Ambassadorial staff from
varied planetary systems often took midday meals in the bistro's
quaint dining room. Amidst a sea of tables and their chattering
occupants, one raven-haired woman sat alone, viewing the luncheon
selections until the clattering of dishes drew her attention. A
Rodian
had bumped into a silver plated droid that now stooped to pick up the
fallen plates. Muttering a few choice curses, the insolent Rodian
roughly pushed the droid aside and made his way to the exit. The
young woman's black eyes returned to her menu, oblivious to the
approach of another young woman.

"Hello, Kirawyn," a soft voice spoke to her.

Lifting her head quickly, a smiling Kirawyn Rochester saw a dark eyed
woman with long braided hair. "Akanah! I'm so happy to see you. Where
have you been?"

The other woman sat down in a chair and leaned forward. "Around. My
new job keeps me busy. And you?"

"The Embassy finally gave me a promotion. I'm Ambassador Teith
Muloon's Administrative Assistant now," she announced proudly.

Akanah squeezed Kirawyn's hand. "That's wonderful."

Kirawyn glanced briefly into the other woman's eyes, then swallowed.
"Akanah? I need to ask you something."

"Sure. What?"

Their conversation was interrupted by a commotion at the main
entrance. A young man had run into the restaurant and was pushing his
way through the waiting patrons, annoying both the customers and the
bistro staff. His hastily uttered apologies did little to quell the
management's ire. The maitre d' comlinked for security. Finally, the
frantic young man saw the person for whom he was looking. Relief was
evident in his features, but concern still lined his face. Something
had happened.

Garris. It was Garris. Kirawyn rose from her chair, shocked at his
sudden appearance. His breathing was hard when he reached her table.
Without preamble, he declared, "They found her."

Her confusion was unmistakable as she queried, "Who found whom? What
are you talking about, Garris?"

Short gasps of breath were coming from Garris. He swallowed the lump
in his throat and took another deep breath. As calmly as he could
manage, he stated succinctly, "Dr. Marlin's crew was testing some new
software and they located a small boat under the arctic icecap. It
was
the Waverunner."

"Callista!" exclaimed Kirawyn. Memories of that fateful day
threatened
to overwhelm her with excessive guilt once more. The most painful one
was her feeling of helplessness as she watched the ship bob then sink
into the murky depths before she could reach it. Over one year lost
at
sea and it was finally located. Now, there could be closure,
if..."Did
they find her?"

"Yes."
**

Chad's embassy was abuzz with activity. Ambassador Teith Muloon
organized a meeting to put a stop to the rumors running amok through
the clerical staff. The contents of the Professor's transmission had
not been disclosed except for the fact that Mrs. Skywalker had been
found. For this matter alone, Dr. Marlin's report would offer solace
to those who had worked with Callista.

Garris and Kirawyn arrived just as the other employees were filing
into the conference room. They seated themselves as close to the
front
as they could. Though not on the staff, Akanah had gained access to
the embassy and slipped unnoticed into the back row. Muloon stood
behind a podium, grasping the edges with his hands, clearing his
throat. All eyes were on him now as he began his sober reading.
"Yesterday, Dr. Marlin and her research team happened upon a small
vessel under the arctic icecap on Chad. Retrieving the boat took some
effort but they succeeded. This vessel was the one piloted by
Callista
Skywalker at the time of her disappearance. Upon inspection of the
boat's interior, they located the body of woman in her mid thirties.
The frigidity of the waters had preserved the body; decay was
minimal.
The entire crew of the research ark positively identified the body as
that of Callista Skywalker. A routine autopsy will be performed on
the
deceased; the results will be forthcoming. Once the legalities have
been completed, her remains will be returned to her next of kin."

A communication's officer seated in front of Kirawyn was whispering
to
one of the guards about his theories. Aghast that this man would even
think such things, Kirawyn stood up to rebuke him but was held back
by
Garris. Now was not the time. Surprised whispers were heard
throughout
the room. How did the ship get there? How did they find it? Was it
really Callista? What was the cause of death? Clearing his throat,
the
Ambassador continued, "I've taken the liberty to set a date for a
memorial, three days hence. We'll close the embassy on that day in
honor of our fallen comrade. Meeting adjourned."

Most of the employees exited the room, chatting softly among
themselves. Garris squeezed Kirawyn's had in reassurance when he saw
Muloon look in their direction. Teith tactfully approached the
weeping
woman. He spoke softly, "I know this is hard for you, Ms. Rochester
but I do have a request to make of you."

Wiping her tears, she replied, "Certainly."

"Excuse us please, Garris?" then Teith ushered her away from the
remaining crowd.

Considerate of her state but mindful of the task at hand, Muloon
stated his request plainly. "Master Skywalker needs to be notified of
this discovery. Since you were close to the family, I believe it
would
be best if he hears this from a friend. It's more personal that way.
I
still regret having to make that transmission to him last year but at
the time it was the only way. I'd do it myself but I have meetings
all
afternoon."

Nodding mechanically, Kirawyn declared, "I'll do it."

Teith Muloon clasped her hand in thanks, then left her alone,
confident in her ability to communicate the news to the Jedi Master.
**

"Luke?"

Mara entered the doorway of Luke's office and leaned against his
antique wood desk. Pushing his chair away from the desk, he swiveled
a
quarter turn to face her. "Yes?"

"Have you moved the security vid I brought back from Naboo? I can't
find it."

He shook his head. "No, it should still be with my family disks."

"Nope. I found those," she stated, then rubbed her temples. "I've
looked at every vid in the living room. It's not there."

Luke thought for a moment. "Did you check the comcenter?"

Shaking her head, she said, "It's not there either."

"Why don't you take a break? Then look for it again later," he
grinned
at her. "Besides," pulling her into his lap, the farmboy caressed her
cheek amorously. "I could use a break also."

His lips parted slightly, seeking hers and tasting her sweet mouth.
The kiss deepened as she tilted her head. His touches stimulating,
his
scent intoxicating, Mara allowed him to continue his ministrations,
basking in the physical sensations of his love. It ended all too soon
when her comlink buzzed. Luke held down her hand, attempting to
hinder
her but she broke free and answered it. "Skywalker."

A familiar voice answered, "Mara. It's Leia. You called?"

"Can you and Han come to dinner tonight?" she asked.

A slight delay before the answer came. "Sure. What time?"

"Oh, make it 1700. See you then."

"Okay. 1700 it is. Bye, Mara." The com went dead.

Luke cocked an eyebrow. "Company for dinner? What's the occasion?"

"Oh, so there has to be a reason to have my in-laws to dinner?" she
teased as she got off of his lap.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess not, but I sense..."

"Get out of my mind, Skywalker."

He held up his hands in surrender. "Okay. I'll be good."

"You'd better." Winking at him, Mara turned with a tantalizing swing
of her hips. Then, she began rummaging through the cubbies in Luke's
large desk. That vid had to be somewhere and this room hadn't been
searched yet. Dust had settled on the upper cubbies but everywhere
else on the desk was clean, all the items arranged neatly. The Master
sure was orderly with his documents. No vid in the cubbies. Maybe one
of the drawers contained the purloined vid. The office's tenant
watched in confusion, then realized what his wife was doing. "Mara,
it's not here. I told you I haven't seen it."

"You never know. I just want to..." she paused when the drawer
wouldn't
open. "It's locked. Give me the key."

Luke was upset, offended by her insinuating tone. "Mara. I didn't
take
it and I certainly wouldn't lock it away from you."

The hurt in his voice was evident, but the tingling from the Force
was
stronger, calling to her to open the drawer. She reached for his arm
to reassure him, but he was already standing next to her, pulling the
key from his pocket. 'I feel it, too,' his thought told her. The lock
clicked, and the drawer slid out easily, its contents visible to the
two occupants of the room. Inside were a vid, a datadisk, and a
lightsaber. Luke quickly snatched the vid, reading the label on the
side. It was the missing security vid. Handing it off to Mara, he
grabbed the datadisk from the compartment, turning it over to examine
it. No label. The lightsaber remained untouched. He recognized the
hilt instantly; the tsalke carvings were unmistakable, its owner
indelibly etched in his memory. Why were these things locked in the
desk? How did they get there? Slumping down into the chair, he
brought
his empty hand to his eyebrows, shading the offending truth from his
sight. Did he put the items in there? There was only one key. If so,
why couldn't he remember? A soft hand stroked his, then grasped it
away from his face. "Luke," she whispered softly.

"Mara, believe me. I didn't hide this from you," he avowed, gazing
into her understanding eyes.

"I know that Luke," she replied honestly, thinking that he wouldn't
have done it on purpose but with all that had happened lately he...

Angrily, he spat out, "I didn't 'accidentally' put it in the drawer,
Mara. I couldn't just 'forget' locking these things up."

His acidic tone was startling harsh, and it served to make her angry
as well. She retorted with acerbity, "How else can you explain those
things being in 'your' private desk for which only 'you' have the
key?"

His mental barriers crashed down in retaliation for her accusation.
How could she think such a thing? Toying with severing their bond, he
rejected the idea as petty. Cloying Darkness permeated the
atmosphere,
a miasma of evil. It called to him, beckoning with its siren song.
Incredible power available at his fingertips, covering his hurt,
offering darkness to hide in. So easy to just slip in and be
swallowed
up. But a small bright light, a pinpoint actually, kept him from
tumbling into the abyss. Then he remembered the silent pledge he had
just recently made on Corellia. 'The Skywalker legacy from this day
forth would be the Light'. Breathing in and out, he pushed the
darkness away, as he had done so many times before. It dissipated,
unwillingly, and then the Light flooded the room once more.

Concerned by the aura of darkness surrounding her husband, Mara had
anxiously observed his inner struggle, fighting his continual battle
with the Darkside. It hurt when he slammed down the barriers. Even
worse, she felt him tug on their bond but it remained in tact.
Darkness was once again interfering with their happiness. The cold
evil felt familiar, yet it didn't call for her. Inexorable in its
targeting of Luke, it ignored her. That indeed was odd. The heaviness
lifted as the Master took hold of the Light. All was quiet.

"Mara. I'm sorry," he apologized, his voice barely a whisper, his
eyes
downcast, focused on the ground.

Mara shook her head. "No. Luke. I'm sorry. I should not have said
that
to you."

Glancing up, he gazed into her jade eyes. "I lost my temper. Not a
good thing to do in my line of work."

His feeble attempt at a joke did lighten the mood enough for Mara to
crack a smile. "You didn't give in."

"True," he agreed, smiling half-heartedly.

The anonymous disk was still in his hand. He grabbed a datapad from
his desk and popped the disk in. Mara sat on his lap again, resting
her head against his as the contents of the disk were displayed.

Date:
Place: Coruscant
In the matter of: Dissolution of marriage
Plaintiff: Callista Skywalker
Defendant: Luke Skywalker

"It's my divorce decree. I don't know why it's here," mumbled Luke.

Mara scanned the whole document, then said, "It's not complete.
Where's your signature?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he answered, "I signed it and sent it to
Kirawyn."

"Did you get the final dissolution?" she asked uneasily. Something
wasn't right.

Luke wrinkled his brow in thought. "Umm, I just got this from
Callista. Nothing else."

Mara shifted on his lap. "If this is the only copy you
received...You
should have gotten a final decree, signed by both of you and a judge.
Its not official until its been recorded in the courts."

"So, if I didn't get another copy, I wasn't divorced?" a confused
Luke
queried.

Mara tapped the datapad. "Not necessarily, but you really should get
a
copy of the recorded decree from the government."

Somehow, this didn't make her feel any less worried. How could the
fact that Luke didn't have a final divorce decree be a problem? The
supposed ex-spouse was dead now; what did it matter?

In hindsight, she would find that it mattered a great deal.

**

Wonderful spicy scents wafting from the kitchen assaulted Luke's
olfactory nerves, whetting his appetite. The dinner entr?was
baking
slowly, over an hour already. The dining table was elegantly set with
Alderaanian china dishes, a carafe of Dorean Brandy and matching
snifters sat on the buffet. As Luke placed the last fork on the
table,
he called to Mara, "When can we eat?"

Always thinking about his stomach. Mara laughed at him. "When the
company arrives."

Luke asked, "What's with the fancy dishes, Mara? You'd think somebody
important was coming."

"I think the Chief of State qualifies as somebody important," she
answered.

"She's just my sister."

"Well, I wanted to celebrate in style," she exclaimed with a flourish.

He asked, "What are we celebrating? I've felt excitement coming from
you all day."

"You haven't figured it out?" she retorted, her eyebrows raised at
his
apparent lack of knowledge.

"Actually, I have but I figured I'd let you have your fun. Can I see
it?"

"Sure. Be right back," she exclaimed as she ran up the stairs.

Returning a few moments later, she handed Luke her completed
lightsaber. He turned it over in his hand, admiring her craftsmanship
and attention to detail. His pride was evident in his smile. Giving
it
back to her, he said, "Let's see the blade."

She backed away from him, giving herself room to ignite the blade
safely. Depressing the activation switch, Mara listened to the
familiar snap-hiss and watched the blazing gold blade shoot out.
Waving it in a fan-like motion, it hummed just as it should. Perfect.
She pivoted and lunged, then stood en guard, hoping that Luke would
engage his blade. Her challenge was ignored. All the color had
drained
from his face, leaving it a chalky white. His shocked eyes remained
locked on the gold blade. "Turn it off," he demanded. Then more
sternly, he repeated, "Turn it off."

Mara complied immediately, then looked over her saber thinking there
was something was wrong. "Is there a problem? I did everything
exactly
as directed."

She looked to Luke, utterly confused by his reaction. What was the
problem? He brushed past her, heading directly for his office.
Perplexed by his response to her blade, she thought about following
but stopped when he returned, carrying a lightsaber. Holding it up so
she could get a good look at the handle, he proceeded to ignite it.
The blade sizzled to life, its color a bright gold. Some type of sea
creature was carved on the hilt. It was a beautiful weapon but why
was
he showing it to her? Who did it...Realization hit hard and fast.
The
saber from the locked drawer belonged to Callista. Astonished at the
revelation, she whispered, "I didn't know, Luke."

Lowering the blade, Luke glared at her. "How could you not know,
Mara?
You were in my memories, you saw the practice duels."

She gasped as the scene replayed in her mind. Why hadn't she noticed
it before? It wasn't significant at the time. Her failure to grasp
that little detail had hurt him. No wonder he acted as he did; he was
shocked and reminded of something he'd rather forget. She started to
apologize. "Luke, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Why didn't you use the crystals I provided? There were several
varieties," he asked in a pained voice.

'Why?' she thought, then sent her answer. 'It was a leading of the
Force, pure and simple.'

He turned off the saber and closed his eyes in understanding. She
wasn't trying to open old wounds; he was in thinking the worst of her
actions. Maybe the Force was teaching him something through her. "I
understand, Mara. I'm sorry I overreacted. It was like seeing a
ghost."

"Stang, Luke. Did you pale like that whenever you saw Kenobi?" she
jested.

It drew a weak smile from her husband. "No. Guess I should be used to
seeing ghosts."

Mara wrapped an arm around his waist. "Don't let my blade frighten
you. At least, not the color. As for sparring..."

The doorbell chimed. Mara let go of Luke who exclaimed, "Finally, we
can eat."

Then he reached out in the Force for his sister but it wasn't her.
Sensing the heaviness and sorrow of the person outside, Luke wasn't
as
happy to answer the door. He came face to face with Kirawyn
Rochester,
her eyes red-rimmed. Just from looking at her and sensing her aura,
Luke could tell that what she had to say would not be good. He
greeted
her amicably. "Hello Kirawyn. Please come in."

She nodded her head, entering quickly. "I'm sorry to bother you. But
I
won't take much of your time. Its important."

"That's fine," he said softly.

Clearing her throat, she proceeded to tell him about the discovery of
Callista Skywalker's body. He listened intently, displaying no
emotion, then thanked her for letting him know. "I appreciate you
taking the time to deliver this distressing news to me, Kirawyn. Have
the Ambassador contact me when arrangements need to be made."

Mara was at his side as soon as Kirawyn was gone. He shrugged her
off.
"I'm fine Mara. Just let me be for a moment, okay?"

"Fine," she spat out. "I'm going to get dinner out. They're here."

Luke felt their approach also but he wasn't ready to face his twin
yet. He walked out to the balcony and gazed out over the endless
city.
Everything that had been happening lately was beginning to take its
toll.
The lightsaber accident and subsequent spice incident, the bounty,
his
capture and injuries, Mara's capture and rescue, his more frequent
brushes with the Darkside, the locked drawer and its contents, Mara's
choice of blade color and now, the discovery of Callista's body one
year after her death. Why was all of this happening to him? Hadn't he
gone through enough in his life to warrant a little peace and quiet?
Did the Force have a twisted sense of humor? Let's heap more problems
on Luke Skywalker, he can handle it. He didn't want them anymore; it
was too much. Leaning heavily on the railing, he rested his head in
his folded arms. There was something on the horizon connected with
the
discovery of Callista, lurking, waiting to spring at him. Would he
fight it or give up? Despair was tapping on his shoulder, whispering
in his ear. Despair, suffering, the Darkside. No, he wouldn't give
up.
Not now. Not when he had so much to live for and fight for.
*to be continued*

Chapter 20

The only noise in the kitchen was the clang of dishes as Artoo helped
Mara place them in the dishwasher. Mara shook her head in disbelief
at
the absurdity of an astromech droid doing dishes. That had to be a
first.

The Solos had left just a few minutes ago after spending a tense hour
and half with the Skywalkers for dinner. The celebration aspect was
overshadowed by the news delivered by Kirawyn Rochester. Luke's mood
had improved by the time he had come in from the balcony to greet his
family. Leia had picked up on his emotions, and prompted Luke to tell
her what had happened. Both Han and Leia were surprised about the
discovery; after all this time, Callista's body was found. Mara had
sensed that Leia wanted to talk more with Luke, to ascertain the
extent the news had affected him. His sister remembered how he had
reacted to her death.

Hoping to avoid a psychological discussion, Mara had changed the
topic, and announced that her lightsaber was finished. When she
ignited it for them, Leia had paled slightly, then recovered, telling
Mara that it was beautiful. Han had suggested a sparring match
between
Leia and Mara; a live opponent was better than a droid and it would
give the Princess a chance to hone her new skills. Leave it to Solo
to
move them to a more festive mood. Mara could feel the pride Luke felt
in both hers and Leia's accomplishments. The unpleasantness was
pushed
back, relegated to a corner, but not banished totally. It lingered
the
remainder of the evening, even after the Solos went home. A twitter
bleep cut into her thoughts.

"Thanks, Artoo," Mara said, then rolled her eyes at that. Imagine,
thanking a droid, talking to it like it was a sentient being. She'd
been picking up too many of Luke's quirks. The droid had activated
the
dishwasher, so after she set the food synthesizer unit on the clean
cycle, Mara left the kitchen.

**

Warm water pulsated out of the showerhead, massaging Luke's tense
back
muscles. Leaning backwards, he submerged his head under the
relentless
spray. He could feel the tightness leave his body as the droplets
pummeled his skin and coursed down his body. The evening hadn't gone
as he intended. It was supposed to be Mara's night, a celebration of
one more step on her road to Knighthood but it was tarnished, ruined
by him and his memories. Turning around, he braced his arms against
the shower wall and let his head hang down between them. Memories
were
fine but his were out of control lately, affecting his marriage. He
made a fist with his right hand and slammed it against the wall in
frustration. If only he could...he froze. There was someone in the
bedroom.

Stepping out of the stream of water, he slid the door open quietly
so
as not to alert the intruder. Slipping his arms into a blue robe, he
sent a quick message to Mara, then sought a weapon. Stang, there was
nothing in the bathroom that could even be remotely considered a
weapon. He'd just have to call his lightsaber as soon as he opened
the
door. Concentrating on the intruder, he realized that its sense had
disappeared. That somebody was getting away. Abandoning all stealth,
he pushed the door button, causing the door to slide open, then ran
into the room, calling his lightsaber to his hand. Nobody was in the
room. Luke was searching the bedroom when the door opened, allowing
Mara to enter. Running towards her, Luke shouted, "Did you see her?
Did anybody go by you?"

"Nobody came through this door, Luke," she answered quickly. "There's
nobody here. What's going on?"

Luke half closed his eyes, trying to get a lock on the intruder's
presence, but it was gone completely, vanished into nothing. Turning
off his saber, he said, "When I was in the shower, I felt that
somebody was watching me. I found her presence in our bedroom. That's
why I called you."

"I know and I came as you asked. But Luke," she paused, anxious about
his reaction to what she was going to say. "I scanned the apartment.
The only presence I found was yours."

Luke shook his head in denial. "That can't be, Mara. The presence was
unmistakable, easy to locate."

"Luke, there was nobody here. I couldn't find anything except..."
she
bit her lip, not continuing her thought. "Besides, my danger sense
never went off."

Flinging his lightsaber into a nearby chair, he stared hard at her.
"Except what? Go ahead, tell me."

"All I could sense was darkness."

Raking his fingers through his wet hair, he sighed heavily. Not only
had he been unable to reign in his own darkness, he was giving Mara
unpleasant reminders of her own dark memories. Mara, his beautiful
Mara. What was he doing, what was he thinking when he married her? "I
wonder if I did a very selfish thing by marrying you."

Mara glared at him. "How can you say that?"

"What have I offered you? Look at what's happened since we got
married. I almost lost you because you're my wife. We've had so
little
time together. I've been alone so long, I'm difficult to live with."

Her anger flared as he brought up his insecurities. "What have you
offered me? You've offered me a life, Luke. A chance at happiness. I
knew what I was getting into by saying yes. And I've never regretted
it! So, we haven't had a lot of time so far. Big deal! We've got the
rest of our lives," she declared adamantly. "And if you haven't
noticed, I'm not the easiest person to live with either."

Mara could see and feel Luke mull over her affirmations. The truth of
her words was evident and he knew it. How could he not? She'd been
hitting his stubborn head with it a few times already. A smile formed
on his face. "That's true. Even though there are times that I feel I
don't deserve you."

Her mouth opened to retort but he continued, "I know, I do deserve
you. I thank the force for you. You're the best thing to ever happen
to me."

Folding her arms across her chest, she grinned at him. "No more
defeatist attitude. It's un-Jedi-like."

"Deal," he said, raising both hands in surrender.

Mara placed her hands on her hips and ran an appraising eye over
Luke's physique. He had apparently gotten out of the shower in a
hurry
because she could still hear the sound of water running. The blue
websilk robe clung to his wet torso, offering an almost transparent
view of the well-defined muscles underneath. Smirking lustfully,
she
asked, "Um, Luke. Aren't you cold?"

"Huh?" he replied, furrowing his brow. It was a bit chilly. Looking
down, he realized why. In his rush to catch the intruder, he had
thrown the robe on but neglected to cinch it closed. He started to
pull the lapels together when he felt Mara's hands on him. Placing
her
palms on his chest, she slowly pushed her hands up and under the
edges
of the robe, stopping when she reached his shoulders. She purred,
"Leave it. I'll warm you up."

**

The warmth of the Embassy was a welcome change from the arctic
expedition from which Dr. Marlin had recently returned. Sitting in
the
anteroom of Ambassador Muloon's office, she waited patiently for
their
meeting. She had traveled to Coruscant at the request of Chad's
government. The autopsy of Callista Skywalker had disclosed some
startling revelations and an inquest was required. She would have
rather stayed on Chad but most of the involved parties were in
residence in the New Republic's capitol. The results of the autopsy
were frightening. To think that something like that had occurred
right
in front of her eyes was mind-boggling. The authorities had a pretty
good lead on the perpetrator but it didn't alleviate her fears. High
profile suspects were often difficult to prosecute; witnesses often
disappeared or retracted their evidence, reputations were destroyed.
She had seen the evidence first hand, seen the blaster burn, the
shocked look on the victim's frozen face. Dr. Marlin had a pretty
good
idea who the suspect was and the thought terrified her. A quiet voice
interrupted her thoughts. "Are you okay, Doctor?"

"Yes, Kirawyn. I'm just astonished by this whole business about
Callista," she said, noticing the assistant's sorrowful face when she
mentioned Callista's name. "I'm sorry, Kirawyn. I didn't mean to
bring
up unpleasant memories."

With a weak smile, Kirawyn replied, "It's okay, Doctor. I'm doing
fine."

"It's hard to believe that Callista was murdered so brutally."

Kirawyn's eyes widened and her mouth fell open before she stammered,
"Murdered?"

Looking apologetic, the Doctor said, "You didn't know? I just
assumed...Oh, I've made a huge blunder."

"It's okay, Doctor," she managed to say, gathering her composure.
Then
she asked pointedly, "Do they know who did it?"

Dr. Marlin remained silent, staring at her hands. After shifting in
her chair, she glanced at Kirawyn. "I better not...I don't want
to...."

A loud buzz interrupted the awkward conversation. Kirawyn glanced at
her terminal. "The Ambassador will see you now, Dr. Marlin."

"Thank you, Kirawyn." She patted the woman's shoulder after she got
up
and headed for the office door.

"Was it someone she knew?" Kirawyn blurted out.

Turning around to face the woman, Dr. Marlin answered, "Intimately."

**
From his office, Major Terrill Hoover shouted, "Hold my calls,
Leila."

He was reeling from the call he had received a few minutes ago from
Teith Muloon. The accusation the ambassador made about a prominent
New
Republic citizen was outlandish, it was preposterous, but it couldn't
be ignored. Terrill demanded proper evidence be provided; Muloon
supplied it immediately. Surely, it was circumstantial and easily
combated, but that didn't excuse Major Hoover from his duty. Rubbing
his weary eyes, he proceeded to enter the appropriate information
into
the arrest warrant. After sending the warrant through the system,
including a gag order to keep it from the press, he comlinked the
ready room for a plainclothes officer. It was the least he could do.
The man should be spared the humiliation of being arrested by a beat
cop. There was no denying that news of the arrest would spread
quickly
but Hoover hoped to contain it and slow it. For the first time in his
entire career, he hated his job.

From now on, he would be known as the man who arrested Luke Skywalker.

**
//"Luke, Luke. They're coming for you. I'll be avenged."

A blaster shot burned through her heart, charring her clothing, her
face twisted in agony. A green lightsaber flashed before her face,
obscuring her body from view. Then water seeped in slowly through the
damaged shuttlecocks. The limp body floated in the murky waters. Malt
brown hair fanned out, then tangled with incoming seaweed. The cabin
angled from horizontal to vertical, seeking to follow the path of
gravity. The body was facing forward now, hollow eyes staring
accusingly, slightly open mouth filled with water.

"Luke, they're coming for you. I'll be avenged."//

"Nooo!" Luke screamed as he sat up abruptly in bed.

Mara sat up next to him. "Luke, what's wrong?"

Wiping his sweaty brow, he calmed his hyperventilating. Mara was
rubbing his back, sending calming thoughts, seeking to steady his
trembling body. The sheets clung to his body, drenched with
perspiration. Softly, she repeated, "Luke, what's wrong?"

"I saw Callista's death," he paused, collecting his thoughts. "She
was
murdered."

Mara gasped, then dug her fingers into his arm. "Did you see who did
it?"

"No, it was the murderer's point of view," he said in a detached
voice.

Mara's danger sense began to tingle. Murderer's point of view? Why
would he see it that way? Something about it felt wrong yet vaguely
familiar. On the edge of her senses, Mara caught a fleeting glimpse
of
an evil presence. The malevolent figure began directing the lurking
darkness, feeding it, arming it for attack. Luke was looking at her
now, regret in his eyes. His hand reached for her cheek, cupping it
gently. "I'm sorry, Mara. Callista's shadow has come between us
again.
I can't escape it. Just know that I'll always love you."

Shivers ran down her spine at his words. Staring into his vacant
eyes,
she was almost pulled down into the abyss with him. The darkness knew
her, recognized her as one of its own. Its familiarity was
frightening
yet enthralling. Come home, it beckoned. Remember the power you
wielded? Return to your rightful place. It would be so easy to be
swallowed up with Luke. Wait. That's not what she wanted. The dark
power offered no hope. She was home; home was with Luke and Luke
means
Light. Light, she belongs to the Light now.

Blinking and regaining her focus, she wretched herself from the Sith
made abyss. Righteous indignation arose, stirring up embers in her
soul. Drawing up the Force, she reached deep into the Light,
increasing its intensity until it flooded her essence and spread to
Luke. Through their bond, he now understood the threat and she felt
him join her making it so bright that the darkness fled. Exhausted
from the spiritual battle, they lay back on the bed, eyes closed,
hands entwined while the Force replenished their energies. The
existence of a Sith went a long way to explaining all the things that
had been happening to them recently.

Sitting up, Luke had brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped
his
arms around his legs. Sighing, he said, "At least now I know that I
haven't been slipping on my own."

"I'm sorry it took me so long to realize what was happening.
Palpatine
loved using that technique on his enemies," she stated seriously,
pulling the sheets to cover her chest as she rose to a sitting
position.

Luke sighed, "Not only do I get to deal with the murder of my
ex-wife,
I get to go Sith hunting. I think I know where to start anyway."

Mara looked at him quizzically. "Where?"

"The Black Sun's leader, Medeia."

"Sithspawn, Luke!"

Luke cocked an eyebrow at her. Wincing at her poor choice of words,
she apologized, "Sorry, Luke. But going after Medeia," she stopped,
her thoughts changing.

"Mara, I don't have a choice. Medeia is the most likely candidate. I
can't leave a Sith out there."

With a feral smile, she corrected him, "You mean we, don't you? We're
a team, remember?"

Taking her left hand into his right and bringing it to his face, he
brushed his lips lightly across it and then rested it against his
cheek. "That's right, we're a team. The best team for the job."

**

After taking a sip of blue milk, Luke glanced again at the datapad.
There wasn't enough information in the public database for him to
effectively use in their search for Medeia. They had already decided
that working with Coruscant Security would be necessary even though
the New Republic was an unlikely partner in matters pertaining to
Jedi, Sith and the Force. Mara had sent a message to Major Hoover a
short time ago but he was unavailable. Luke assured her that he was
their best bet as an ally.

He took a bite of his toast just as Mara entered the kitchen.
Catching
a glimpse of her in the corner of his eye, Luke did a double take.
Mara was attired in a form fitting black jumpsuit, her new lightsaber
hung from her right hip, and her left hip sported a blaster. A black
hooded cloak and calf high boots completed the ensemble. She looked
absolutely gorgeous and downright dangerous, a volatile combination.
Noticing his amazed look, she twirled around, causing the cloak to
flutter. "Glad you like it, Farmboy."

Whistling appreciatively, he declared, "Wow."

"Let's get to work. We've got a Sith to catch," she stated firmly,
her
fingers untying the cloak strings.

Sitting down next to him and laying the cloak on the table, she
reviewed the information on the datapad. "Not much to go on. I might
be able to..."

The door annunciator buzzed and Artoo rolled by them on his way to
the
front entry. Mara returned her attention to Luke who said, "It's
Major
Hoover. He's agitated about something."

Mara's danger sense went off at the mention of Major Hoover. Luke got
up and walked towards the front room. Mara followed, though she
wanted to send Luke out the back and away from the impending danger
that lay outside the door. Luke's danger sense had also gone off.
Taking a deep breath, he said, "Artoo, let him in."

"Master Skywalker. Mrs. Skywalker," Terrill nodded to each, then
introduced the man with him. "This is Detective Jerrold Tarskin."

Bowing slightly, Luke greeted them. "Gentleman. What brings you here?"

Stepping closer to Luke, Mara grasped his hand. From the solemn
expressions on the officers' faces, she knew it wasn't a social
visit.
The older gentleman reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a
datapad. "A very unpleasant duty, Sir. On this datapad you will find
a
copy of the warrant," he stated as he handed the warrant to Luke.
"Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, you are under arrest for the murder of
Callista Skywalker."

His grip on Mara's hand tightened but he remained motionless. The
Major continued, "I'm sorry, Luke but I have no choice but to take
you
in."

Detective Tarskin came over to Luke and demanded, "For our protection
and yours, I need to search you for weapons." Then he reached for the
Master but was stopped by a gold blade, its tip burning the soft
underside of his chin.

"Touch him and you die," Mara warned through clenched teeth.

'Mara, don't do that,' Luke warned silently.

'He will not treat you like a common criminal,' she thought back.

Detective Tarskin was terrified of this woman. Holding his hands up
in
surrender, he moved his eyes only, seeking help. Perspiration beaded
his brow as he waited, unmoving, for the blade to disappear.

Secretly, Terrill Hoover was enjoying the standoff. Sure, she was
obstructing justice but he understood what she was doing. To think
that Tarskin was going to frisk a Jedi Master. The academy really
needed to include a course on dealing with Jedi. Stalling a bit
longer, Terrill decided that Jerrold had sweated enough. "The
Detective will not be frisking your husband, Mrs. Skywalker."

The blade was lowered from his chin. Tarskin visibly relaxed, though
he was still trembling. Shakily reaching for the binders, he once
again felt the sizzling blade at his throat.

"No binders, either," Hoover stated.

The blade was extinguished. Hoover approached Luke, holding out his
hand, palm up. "If you would please hand over your weapons, Master, I
think we can dispense with the formalities and be on our way."

"I didn't do it," Luke said, as he handed his lightsaber to Hoover.

"I'm not the one you have to convince." Hoover then handed the
lightsaber to Mara. "I'll just leave this with your wife. After you."

Embracing Mara, Luke reassured her. "I'll be fine, Mara."

Silently through the Force, he sent, 'You'll have to start looking
for
the Sith without me.'

'I will and I'm sure that Medeia is behind this,' Mara sent back.

Then Luke whispered in her ear, "This charge won't stick. I wasn't on
Chad when she died." Then he let go of her.

"I'll be lodging an official complaint with the Chief of State,"
Mara
informed the officers. "My husband is innocent."

Detective Tarskin moved to one side of Luke and reached his arm to
take Luke's elbow when the gold blade appeared next to his hand.
Yanking it back, he declared, "You don't give up, do you, Lady?"

Extinguishing her blade, Mara glared at him as she hooked her saber
onto her belt. "Never," she replied.
**
to be continued

Chapter 21

The lead story on the evening news was the arrest of Jedi Master Luke
Skywalker for suspicion of murder. A holovid showed a non-descript
vehicle pull up outside the Coruscant Security Detention Center. It
was surrounded by a bevy of holoreporters, waving their recorders and
banging on the hovercar's windows. Zooming in on what appeared to be
Luke Skywalker's head, a voiceover announced that an inquiry would be
held in two days during which the Jedi Master would remain
incarcerated at the Center. Requests for statements from the Chief of
State Leia Organa Solo, the accused's sister, and Mara Jade
Skywalker,
his wife, were met with 'No comment'. Still holos of both women
appeared on screen and were then replaced by one of Callista
Skywalker. The voice droned on, providing a simple biography of
Skywalker's first wife. The holo dissolved and a new vid of a
research
vessel appeared. Once again the voice spoke, this time about the
recovery of the deceased. A shot of the small ship; then lastly a
gruesome vid of the body.

Han Solo turned off the holoterminal in disgust. Stang, no wonder he
despised holoreporters. Getting up from his conforming chair, he
walked over to the dining table where Leia was sitting, reviewing a
datapad on legal proceedings. He grabbed a chair, turned it around
and
straddled it, plopping down in it. Arms folded on the chair back, he
asked his wife, "Find anything to help Luke?"

Shaking her head sadly, she answered, "No. He's charged with a
capital
offense and they have done everything according to the book. I can't
get him out before the hearing."

"What about the jurisdiction thing Mara mentioned?"

"That's legal also. Chad is a member of the New Republic thus can
file
charges against any New Republic citizen, as long as the charges can
be supported," Leia answered despondently. " I even checked to see if
the fact that the arresting officer wasn't with the Homicide Division
would offer a loop hole. It didn't."

Leia set the datapad on the table, and rubbed her eyes. Seeking to
ease her tension, Han jumped up and stood behind her, using his hands
to massage her temples. The gesture merited a sigh from Leia. "Don't
worry, sweetheart. Luke will be alright," Han promised.

His hands moved down to her shoulders, kneading her taut muscles.
"Thank you, Han. That feels great," she murmured. "Something about
this whole thing with Luke doesn't feel right. I'm worried."

Han released his hold and came to her left side, leaning against the
table to face her. "Is this one of this Jedi things?"

She nodded, then placed her palms on the table to push herself back.
Glancing up at her husband, she said, "I'm going to meditate for a
while, then get some rest. I'm meeting Mara for some sparring in the
morning before we go to visit Luke."

"Ya know, it's going to take some time for me to get use to Leia the
Jedi," he said, flashing a crooked smile. Turning serious, he asked,
"Are you doing okay, hon?"

Leia gave him a weak smile. "Yes, I'm doing okay. Much better than
Mara is."

"Mara did seem a little disconcerted, even though she was mad enough
to chew durasteel," Han recalled. "I thought she was gonna skewer the
guard when he told her visiting hours were over."

"Her bond with Luke is different from mine. They are like two halves
to a whole. Their connection is much stronger and deeper than a
sibling bond. When one can't feel the other, it's like part of them
has died. Whereas I feel a dull ache from Luke's absence, Mara feels
a
sharp pain," explained Leia, attempting to describe a Force bond.

Han nodded in partial understanding. It seemed odd to him that a bond
that had been in existence for only a few months could cause more
pain
when severed than a bond that had been established for years.

"Mommy?" Jaina called from the top of the stairs.

Leia looked up and answered, "Yes, sweetie."

Jacen spoke next. "Can we have a bedtime story?"

Leia threw a pleading look at Han, who nodded at her unspoken
request.

"Daddy will be telling the story tonight, kids. I'll be up in a
minute."

"Thanks, Han."

"Hey, it's me. What'd you expect?" he said, as he escorted her to the
living room couch. "Now be a good little Princess, I mean Jedi, and
get to meditating." He paused briefly. "So how long before you can
get
one of those Jedi outfits like Mara was wearing today?"

Her jaw dropped, then she quickly closed it. "Nerf!"

**

Mara returned to their apartment exhausted and frustrated from her
lack of progress. Visitation was delayed due to a clerical error of
all things. Once Leia had gotten it sorted out, it was too late. The
prescribed visiting hours were over for the day and they would have
to
wait until tomorrow to see Luke. Worse yet, ysalamiri prevented her
from contacting him mentally, denying her even that small touch.

After spending several hours at Coruscant Security, her request for
a
copy of the files regarding Medeia and the Black Sun had been denied,
though Major Hoover had been apologetic and would have helped her if
his superiors hadn't prohibited the release of confidential materials
to a civilian. It would have made her task easier but it didn't
matter. She had other ways to get restricted information. Luke would
probably lecture her, but he won't know. Once Luke had been placed
in
the ysalamiri bubble, their bond had been cut, preventing any mental
communication. It hurt not having the bond, not feeling his presence.
She missed him deeply.

She never realized how much another being could fill the emptiness
in
her soul. Fortunately, she would see him in the morning. If she
couldn't feel his presence, she would settle for being in his
presence.

Sitting in front of the comcenter, Mara brought up the messages she
had received that day. They included a reminder from Leia about their
sparring session, offers of assistance from the Horns, Wedge, who was
referring an attorney, and Lando, as well as several requests from
holoreporters who had somehow obtained their unlisted comnumber, and
lastly an encrypted message. 'Finally,' she thought; something was
going her way. Using the encryption key that Karrde had supplied to
her, Mara quickly decoded the short message.

It read: "Ghent arriving in Coruscant tomorrow night and he's excited
about the challenge you offered him."

Mara snickered softly. Trust Ghent to be excited about breaking into
Coruscant Security's database. Deleting that message and the
holoreporter ones, Mara sent off quick acknowledgments to the others.
A personal call would be nicer but she wasn't exactly in a sociable
mood.

After a quick snack, Mara settled into meditation. There would be a
lot to do tomorrow and she needed to be prepared. The Force would
lead
her, direct her path; she needed to listen.

Luke was depending on her. She wasn't about to fail him.

**

The slender, gray furred creature sat rigidly upon its perch. If it
weren't for the null bubbles in the Force, Luke would have thought
the
thing a statue, not a living, breathing animal. Three others were in
his cell, each taking a corner. Their proximity to each other
overlapped their null bubbles and effectively cut his connection to
the Force, to his sister, to his wife. The Force was his lifeblood;
he
was so immersed in it, especially lately, that its absence hurt. If
it weren't for the pain of his severed bonds, he would actually be
grateful for their presence. The Darkside couldn't tempt him and
Medeia, he was sure Medeia was behind it, couldn't assault him.
Perhaps, he would even have a dreamless night. Sighing, he knew that
was too simple. His own memories didn't need the Force to attack him.
Sometimes, he could be his own worse enemy.

Luke returned to his bland meal, moving the food around with his
fork.
Yoda's stew was better than this swill. Even ration bars were better.
Disgusted, he pushed the plate aside. He wasn't hungry anyway.

The cell door slid open, startling Luke. A uniformed guard stood in
the threshold, then announced, "Your lawyer is here."

Luke rose from his chair, wiping his hands on his pants leg. A
Twi'lek
came into view, carrying a nerf leather briefcase. Once he stepped
into the cell, the door slid closed behind him. Luke thought the
attorney vaguely familiar but was unable to identify him. Holding out
his hand in greeting, the Twi'lek introduced himself, "Master
Skywalker, Nawara Ven at your service."

The mention of the name jogged Luke's memory. Rogue Squadron's XO,
Nawara Ven, an attorney, had defended Tycho Celchu when the pilot had
been accused of murdering Corran Horn. Firmly shaking his hand, Luke
replied, "Thank you, Councilor. And please call me Luke."

"If I've got to call you Luke, you have to call me Nawara," he said
as
he limped to the cot.

Nodding, Luke sat next to him. "I can do that." He paused then asked,
"Nawara. Don't get me wrong. I am grateful but I'm curious. Who asked
you to defend me? I mean, I didn't think you were practicing anymore."

Nawara grinned widely, his pointed teeth making the smile seem almost
ferocious. "Rogues help their own. Wedge and Corran both asked me to
help."

Luke allowed a smile to tug at the corners of his mouth. Trust his
former squadron mates to think of that. Force knows he hadn't. At
least now he could get some information on the charges against him,
specifically what evidence they had. "I'll have to thank them. It's
good to know I've got an experienced attorney working for me. I
remember your efforts on behalf of Tycho." His expression turned
serious. "I guess we had better get down to business. I'd like to
know
what I'm up against."

"You've been formally charged with Premeditated Murder," Nawara
began.
"The government of Chad contends that that you flew to Chad, boarded
your wife's boat, shot her in the chest at point blank range, used a
lightsaber to scuttle the boat, and then fled the scene, allowing
your
wife and all the evidence to sink into oblivion."

Astonished, Luke stared at Ven, then stammered, "That's preposterous."

"It may be but they have formidable evidence to prove it," Ven
responded seriously. "Let me give you the rundown. One, Chad Flight
Control has a record of your ship in system the day before she was
killed. Two, the murder weapon, an old blaster, registered to you
with
your fingerprints all over it, was in the cabin with the body. Three,
the lightsaber is a tool of the Jedi, you being its most notable
member. The last one is weak. You aren't the only one with a
lightsaber."

"Doesn't that all seem a bit contrived to you? Shooting her with my
own blaster and sinking the ship with a lightsaber? Then I'd
conveniently, not to mention stupidly, leave damning evidence that
literally screams 'Luke Skywalker killed his ex-wife'?" Then he
realized the implications of what he had said. He'd just admitted
that
if he were going to kill his spouse, he'd do a much better job.
Rubbing his temples, he glanced at Ven whose close set eyes were
twinkling. "What?"

Lekku twitching, Ven patted him on the shoulder. "I agree. You
wouldn't do such sloppy job."

"Somehow, I don't think proving I would have done a better job
murdering Callista will help me."

Ven was serious again. "No. We'll have to refute the evidence which
will not be easy."

"Nothing in my life has ever been easy. What do I need to do?" Luke
asked.
**

Clad in simple jumpsuits, the two women faced each other, en guard
position. Attired in gray, Leia's brunette hair was plaited in one
long tail hanging down the middle of her back. Her face was
expressionless as she waited for her opponent to strike. Her
sister-in-law, red-gold hair tied loosely back and dressed in black,
stood rigid. The room was alive, the Force permeating the atmosphere,
electrifying the combatants. Igniting her gold blade, Mara swung
first, her blow parried by Leia's azure blade. Each slash was
parried;
each stroke met with strength. Leia was able to anticipate each of
Mara's moves, visualizing her actions just moments before they
occurred. Her connection to the Force had been growing. With her
brother's guidance, she no longer feared it as she had in the past.
Leia pushed down the eerie feeling of d? vu, of another time
when
she had sparred with a Jedi wielding a gold blade. The Princess held
firm, her confidence increasing with every slash.

The two women moved gracefully around the gym, their battle appearing
as if it had been choreographed by some renowned Twi'leki dancer.
Though both were technically only trainees, the woman in black had
more experience, and therefore assumed the role of teacher to the
woman in gray. It was time to push her student to the limit.

The intensity of both the power and speed of Mara's blows increased.
Leia batted at the golden blur, successfully keeping it at bay.
Pressing in, feet almost touching, the teacher was close enough to
see
the student's jaw clenched in concentration. Their blades crossed,
caught at the hilt; blue and gold sparks mixed throwing off a green
haze. Breathing hard, Leia pulled hers loose and moved back, away
from
Mara. The Princess had relaxed, almost as if she was letting down her
guard. Mara ran forward, her blade horizontal, sizzling when it met
Leia's vertical block. Her blade askew, Mara swung back to center,
seeking Leia's blade again. But the target was gone. Leia had
somersaulted up and over her sister-in-law.

Swiftly pirouetting, Mara swatted at Leia's renewed assault. Their
parry continued anew. The hum and clash of the sabers the only sound
in the gym. Noticing a small basket of balls in a corner of the room,
Mara decided to test Leia's ability to split her concentration. One
by
one the balls rose out of the basket and flew through the air,
directly at Leia. Standing back a bit, Mara watched as the Princess
began deflecting the balls. Then she slashed at Leia who was barely
able to parry in time. The onslaught continued until Mara twisted her
golden blade around Leia's blue one, disarming the Princess. After a
few moments, the adrenaline was no longer pumping and the two women
collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. Impressed by the
student's
skills, the teacher said, "Not bad, Leia. You're very good. Luke
would
be proud."

Wiping her brow with her shirtsleeve, Leia replied, "Thank you. I've
been practicing a lot. You're a much better opponent than a droid."

Mara smirked, "I should hope so." She got up and retrieved her water
container, taking a long draught. Leia joined her, drinking from her
own water bottle. Quickly glancing at her chrono, Mara exclaimed, "Oh
sith, look at the time. It's almost visiting hours."

"I'm going to shower first. Then we can head over," Leia stated.

Mara nodded. "Me too."

As they walked towards the shower bays, Leia said, "Thanks for
working
out with me. I have to sneak away from my security detail but it's
worth it. I appreciate it. I know this is a difficult time for you."

"It's difficult for both of us, Leia," Mara corrected. Leave it to a
Skywalker to ignore her own pain. "There's a Sith out there. I feel
that it's important to keep my fighting edge sharp. I cannot let my
guard down," she stopped, then looked into Leia's brown eyes. "I feel
that Luke's life depends upon it."

**
Luke quickly learned that variety wasn't a requirement in the prison
kitchen. His breakfast looked suspiciously like the dinner he was
served the night before. His stomach growled, angry at the lack of
nourishment. Lifting the spoon, Luke sighed as he scooped the vile
porridge into his mouth, swallowing quickly.

Stang, he should have had a bigger breakfast yesterday. Pushing the
tray aside, Luke leaned back in the chair and glanced at his
roommates. All four remained in the same positions as yesterday.
Curious, he'd actually touched one last night. It was furry and warm
and it didn't even flinch at his touch. He thought it needed a name.
Sith, he was going insane. Giving a name to ysalamiri; next thing you
know, he'd be talking to it.

Nawara Ven's involvement in his case encouraged him. The councilor
had asked Luke to refute the evidence and enter everything on a
datapad. Luke spent the evening doing just that. He hoped he managed
to address every detail. His alibi was iron clad. He couldn't murder
someone if he wasn't even on the same planet. Artoo's logs as well as
Coruscant's would prove that he had never left here. The blaster
would
be a little more difficult. Relying only on his lightsaber since
becoming a Jedi, he had stored his old service blaster in his
apartment and hadn't seen it in years. It must have been stolen or
Callista had taken it with her. Luke would tell Ven where to start
looking and Nawara would take it from there. The attorney would have
to talk to Mara to get into the apartment today because the inquiry
was taking place tomorrow.

A smile spread on his face when he thought about Mara. She was coming
today. Before he left last night, Nawara Ven had told Luke that his
family missed visiting hours due to a clerical error; that same error
had delayed Ven's visit. Once the mistake was rectified, Nawara was
allowed access. Due process required that the defendant be provided
legal council immediately. No such courtesy was given to family. They
could not see the prisoner until the next visiting period.

The cell door slid open and an elderly man pushing a small hovercart
entered the room. His expression bland, the white haired gentleman
looked at Luke, then caught a glimpse of the furry creatures. "Why'd
they let you have pets?" he snorted.

"They're not pets."

"Nobody else has animals in their cells and animals are pets," he
declared, shuffling closer to Luke.

"Why are you here?" Luke asked, clearly wishing not to discuss the
ysalamiri.

Picking up some datapads from the hovercart, the wrinkled man showed
them to Luke. "I'm the prison librarian. I come around once a week.
You can check out as many as you'd like. Ain't much else to do around
here."

Relaxing, Luke skimmed the titles, thinking that something to read
would certainly fill up his time and keep his mind occupied. He
picked
up a couple of interesting titles, as well as a few starfighter
technical manuals. "Can you tell me what these two are about?"

Pointing his finger, the old man said, "That one is about a man
imprisoned many years just for stealing food and the other is about a
man thrown into prison but never told why. That second one is very
popular."

Frowning, Luke thought, 'Just what I need, a reminder of where I am.'
He replaced those two and picked up another. "This one?"

"Woman marries a man who had killed his first wife. He gets away with
the murder too."

Color drained from Luke's face; he gulped, hoping the old man didn't
notice. Scanning the other titles, he came across a familiar one and
smiled. "I'll take this one. My wife and I have been reading it.
Hadn't got a chance to finish it."

His fellow prisoner pushed the hovercart towards the door, then said
ominously, "You'll have plenty of time to finish it here. And then
some."

**

All visitors to the Detention Center were required to pass through a
weapon's scanner. A guard took any weapons collected from the
visitors
and locked them up. Mara and Leia handed over their lightsabers and
Han his blaster before they entered the scanner. The waiting room
was
crowded, full of others waiting for visiting hours to commence.
Seeking to remain inconspicuous, the Solos and Mara sat in hard
chairs
against the far wall, behind the others in the room. It didn't work.
Several of the room's occupants recognized the trio and began
whispering among themselves. Over the intercom, a dour voice
announced
the rules and regulations for contact with the prisoners, putting a
stop to the murmuring.

Every few minutes, a guard would call out a prisoner's name and the
visitors for that prisoner would come forward and disappear behind a
door. Soon, only the trio remained.

"Luke Skywalker," a bored voice intoned.

Slowly rising, Mara walked to the door, her cape fluttering. Han and
Leia were directly behind her. The guard at the door prevented them
from entering. "I'm sorry, but you will have to wait. For security
reasons, Skywalker cannot leave his cell."

"Are you denying him visitation?" Leia asked, her tone icy.

Flinching slightly at her question, the guard shook his head. "No,
Madam Chief of State. It merely means that he has to take visitors in
his cell. Guards will be here shortly to escort you, one at a time,
to
his cell."

Removing her hood, Mara said, "That's fine, Captain. I'll be going
first."

Han and Leia nodded in agreement. It had already been decided before
they arrived that Mara would see him first. A couple of burly guards
appeared behind the door sentinel. "Come," one said brusquely.

Stepping in behind him, Mara followed, the second guard falling in
behind. The walk to Luke's cell was surprisingly short. Taking up
position on either side of the door, the guards waited a moment, then
told her that she had half an hour and they would give a five-minute
warning prior to the end of her time. Acknowledging the information
with an inclination of her head, Mara turned and faced the cell door.
One of the guards activated the door and it slid open with a quiet
whoosh, allowing Mara to step inside. Then the door shut just as
quickly.

Mara saw Luke sitting in a chair across the room. Glancing up, he
noticed her and strode over, taking her into his strong embrace. He
held her tight, whispering her name several times. Their lips met;
the
kiss was sweet and tender. Gently releasing her lips, he breathed
into
her ear, "I've missed you."

Cocking her head slightly and smiling, she said, "We've got to stop
meeting like this."

Luke laughed, pulling her tighter in his embrace. Then his lips
captured hers once more.

**to be continued**

Chapter 22

The smell of fresh brewed caf floated in from the kitchen. From his
seat in front of the comcenter, Ghent shifted his position, looking
up
from the terminal. A portable computer, slightly larger than a
datapad, had been attached to the comcenter, allowing Ghent to use
his
own software. On his monitor, a comnumber appeared and kept
reappearing as the modem continued dialing it, seeking access. Ghent
watched absently as Mara approached and set a cup of caf down on the
console. Eagerly, he grasped it and took a swig of the dark, hot
liquid. "Thanks, Mara," he said, then took another sip. "Best caf
I've
had in a long time."

Mara pulled up another chair and sat next to him. "You're welcome.
How's it going?"

"Great. I've gotten into their system. Just have to find the right
pass code," he announced, then tapped in some instructions. "There.
This pass code cracker program should do the trick."

Mara scanned the monitor screen, watching several combinations of
numbers and characters fly by quickly. She asked, "How long will it
take?"

"Depends. A few minutes, a few hours, a few days," he replied,
shrugging his shoulders.

"A few days!" Mara exclaimed in disbelief. "Won't that be risky?
Surely, they'll realize they're being sliced sooner than that."

Smiling, Ghent stated, with a hint of pride, "They'll know soon. But
the beauty of this program is that it's impossible to know who is
doing the slicing. Designed it myself. Untraceable." He took another
drink of the caf, then asked, "Where's the refresher?"

Waving her hand in the direction of the refresher, Mara continued to
stare at the screen as Ghent got up and disappeared down the hallway
in the direction she had pointed. She was beginning to doubt her
decision to have Ghent break into Coruscant Security's system from
her
apartment. It might have been a better idea to do it at a public
terminal. When she asked Ghent to do it, he said he could do it here
without a problem. He did this type of thing everyday; she admired
his
abilities and trusted his skills. Glancing away from the screen for a
moment, she picked up her own cup of caf and took a sip. She hoped
the
program would be finished soon.

Ghent returned and plopped down into his chair again. Grasping his
caf, he gulped the last bit down and focused on the screen. "This
shouldn't take too long, Mara. It's a good program."

"That's good," she said. "The sooner, the better."

"Don't worry. It's untraceable," he reminded her.

Returning her eyes to the screen, she replied, "I know, but I'm an
obvious candidate."

Ghent reassured her, "Mara. Do you realize how many slicers get into
this network? It's a popular target for all the criminal elements out
there."

Mara nodded at the reality of his statement. It made complete sense
that any criminal with a shred of intelligence would want to know
what
the police had on them. Once again, she watched the monitor screen as
the program attempted to provide the pass code. Out of a sequence of
twelve characters, seven continued to change. Rubbing her eyes, she
asked, "More caf?"

"Yes, please."

When she returned from the kitchen a few minutes later, the pass code
still was not completed. Seeking to pass time, they chatted about the
changes in Karrde's organization. About an hour and a half later,
Ghent shouted, "We're in!"

A large list of files appeared on the screen. Perusing the list, Mara
found the ones she wanted and pointed to them. "Download those two
and
that one."

A few keystrokes later, the files were downloading. Leaning in front
of Ghent, Mara started tapping a few things on the keyboard and
looked
around the network for a bit. After reading a few other files, Mara
felt that she had all the pertinent information she could use.
"Thanks, Ghent. I appreciate your help. I've got what I needed."

"No problem, Mara. Any time," he responded, then disconnected from
the
server and shut down his software.

After escorting Ghent to the door, Mara returned to view the files.
Coruscant Security's field officers had collected a lot of
information
about the Black Sun, though none of it concrete enough to bring any
charges. One agent had been able to join the organization, but only
the fringe. This agent was the one who had found out the name of the
new leader from other members of the Black Sun. The leader, Medeia,
was still an enigma. They had been unable to get an agent inside deep
enough to gather much useful data on Medeia. The last agent to try
for
deep cover was found dead a short time later. Since Mara knew that
Medeia was practicing the Sith arts, she suspected that no agent
would
be able to infiltrate high enough. The short profile on Medeia
reported that the leader was always cloaked, never spoke out loud,
only through telepathy, and appeared when least expected. No one
seemed to know if Medeia was male or female. It was well documented
that one did not trifle with Medeia; even the Vigos were rumored to
fear their boss.

Reviewing the information several times, Mara formulated her plan.
The
police were running continuing surveillance on Black Sun's suspected
main headquarters, as well as on a couple of small clubs thought to
be
fronts for the organization. Locating Medeia's whereabouts was as
important as creating a better profile on Medeia. Observation is the
best way to gather information during research. Since the Organized
Crime Division had kindly provided the address, Mara knew where to
start her observations.

And she knew just the Jedi to help her.

**
Surreptitiously pushing her way through hordes of bureaucrats, Mara
entered the Justice Building, unnoticed by the holoreporters that
lined the steps in front of the building. She weaved through the
crowds blocking the corridors, occasionally glancing up to read the
room numbers posted above the doors. Finally, she reached her
destination.

A knot of people blocked her entrance. Two uniformed officers flanked
the door and denied entry to the several holoreporters requesting
admission. They were told that the Judge would not allow any news
people into his courtroom until the hearing was about to start. No
holovids or microrecorders allowed. Mara wanted to get inside the
hearing room without being noticed by the holoreporters. Her green
eyes flickered as an idea came to mind. Glancing around the corridor,
her gaze landed upon a perfect distraction. About three doors down
the
hall, another redhead stood waiting. Mara's lips curled into a smile.
That other woman was about to have a brief brush with fame. Half
closing her eyes, Mara sent a subtle suggestion to the holoreporters,
advising them to look to the left. The first one caught a glimpse of
a
redheaded woman and broke ranks from his cronies hoping to be the
first to interview the Master's wife. The others followed suit, not
wanting to miss their chance. Mara quickly approached the now cleared
doorway, and showed her identification to one of the guards, who
opened the door for her.

She saw Luke sitting at a table inside the bar, his head bent in
conversation with Nawara Ven. Walking towards the bar, Mara slipped
into a seat directly behind Luke. He sensed her presence, turning his
head from Ven to face her. Smiling, he reached for her hand, grasping
it and holding it at the railing. Luke leaned back in his chair,
pulled her towards him and sought her lips. A guard came in between
them. "No contact with the defendant prior to the hearing."

Mara glared at him, but let go of Luke's hand. She didn't want to get
thrown out of the courtroom. The guard moved away, though not far.
She
may not be allowed physical contact but at least their bond was
reconnected. It felt wonderful to bask in his presence; she reached
out, sending him assurance and love. He responded in kind, accepting
her offering. The light of the Force glowed between them, its power
surging as they rode it. 'It will be alright, Luke,' she sent. 'I
know, I feel it,' was his reply. There was no one else, just them.
Suddenly, a dark wall crashed between them, bending their hope. Luke
jumped to his feet, his intense blue eyes scanning the gallery. The
guard returned and told Luke to get back into his chair. "You will
remain seated, unless told to stand."

Luke nodded for the guard's benefit as he took his seat. Tentatively,
he reached his senses for Mara, relieved to find her still searching
for the cause of the dark wall. Together they looked for the Sith
they were sure was here. They found nothing. Before they could
communicate again, the court clerk, a female Mon Calamari, announced,
"All rise for the honorable Judge Al'seyr."

Everybody stood until the judge took his seat at the bench, then all
sat down. The clerk spoke again. "Court is now in session. Case is
the
Government of Chad versus Luke Skywalker."

Stroking his black fur, Judge Al'seyr looked at both the prosecuting
attorneys. "Gentlebeings, please state the charges."

"Your Honor. Charge is murder in the first degree, premeditated."

A gold C3 droid performing the duties of court reporter entered the
charge into the official record.

The judge then looked at Ven. "Councilor, how does your client plead?"

"Not guilty," Nawara stated loudly.

The response was duly entered. The judge said, "This session today is
to determine the case's merit, to set a trial date and also to
determine bail. Prosecution may make a statement to the court and
present evidence."

Pushing back his chair, a tall male human stood up at the
prosecutor's
table. Clearing his throat, the man said, "Thank you, Your Honor. We
contend that the defendant did brutally attack and murder his wife.
We
have collected sufficient evidence to prove beyond a shadow of a
doubt
that Luke Skywalker stood before Callista Skywalker and shot her in
the heart at point blank range then scuttled her boat to cover his
heinous crime. We have in our possession the murder weapon, a blaster
registered to the defendant, logs from Chad's spaceport indicating
the
presence of the defendant on planet at the time of the crime, and
reports on the watercraft detailing the lightsaber damage. The
government of Chad hereby requests that the trial be placed on the
docket immediately and that due to the brutality of the crime, that
the defendant be denied bail."

Mara watched the man give his speech. His statement made Luke appear
to be a monster, which of course, was what the prosecution wanted to
do. They were waging a case against the most recognized and most
respected man in the Republic. It was their duty to change the
popular
opinion of Luke Skywalker from a hero of the rebellion to a man
capable of murder. What concerned her the most was Luke's reaction to
it. During the prosecutor's speech, Mara was connected to Luke
through
their bond, holding on to his emotions and feelings, sending
comforting thoughts. Luke had kept his emotions deep within, not
letting them escape. It had hurt him that others thought that he
could
do such a thing but didn't want to betray his emotions; his feelings
were his own and not available for public scrutiny. Though she hadn't
been able to see his face, she knew he had put on his "Jedi Master
Face". But when Luke heard the words "denied bail", he stiffened
both
mentally and physically. 'Relax, Luke. It's a request only,' she
assured him through their bond. 'You'll get bail.' His turmoil
lessened at her unspoken words but she was still worried. He didn't
want to spend any more time muffled and cut off from the Force, his
life's blood. If he was denied bail, he might do something stupid.

"Thank you, Councilor Janason. Your request has been entered into the
official record," Judge Al'seyr stated. "Councilor Ven. Your
response."

Nawara inclined his head, then stood up, leaning against the chair,
favoring his uninjured leg. "Your Honor. Justice needs to be done.
The
murderer of Callista Skywalker must answer for his or her crimes but
her real murderer still roams the galaxy. My client did not commit
this cowardly act. We have proof of his innocence and request that
the
trial be added to the docket three standard weeks from today," Ven
paused, then pointed his sharp finger at the plaintiffs. "As for the
prosecution's assertion that Luke Skywalker be denied bail, I say it
has no merit. Releasing him on bail offers absolutely no risk. He has
been an exemplary citizen for fifteen years, his exploits and honesty
heavily documented. He will be at the trial."

Nawara Ven took his seat as the judge was saying, "Thank you,
Councilor."

Looking at the court reporter, Judge Al'seyr stated, "Defense's
response has been entered into the official record," he looked in the
other direction at the Mon Calamari. "I'm calling a short recess."

"All rise," she shouted before the judge disappeared into his
chambers.

Luke leaned towards Ven and whispered, "What are my chances?"

Straightening his shoulders, Ven said, "Pretty good. He won't deny
bail but it will be hefty."

"How so?" asked Luke, turning in his chair.

Ven replied, "The prosecution didn't want you out even though they
really have no proof that you'd skip planet. It's a capital offense
and violent crime cases usually have high bail."

"Skywalker's hide is always expensive," Mara said, from behind Luke.
She had leaned forward to listen in when the judge left the bench.

Luke swiveled so that he could see her but before he could say
anything, he felt a familiar presence enter the courtroom. A low
murmuring rolled over the gallery as Leia and Han walked up the
aisle,
then seated themselves next to Mara. "What's happening?" Leia asked.

Mara answered, "We're in recess. What happened to you two?"

"Stang holoreporters," Han growled. "Cornered Leia in the hallway."

Leia caught Mara's subtle smile and asked, "How did you deal with
them, Mara?"

"I didn't. A redhead down the corridor did," Mara replied.

Han grinned. "Ah, the old bait and switch. The Kid's used that one
before."

Rolling his eyes, Luke said, "I'm not a kid."

"I hate to interrupt the family reunion, but I really need to know if
any of you are prepared to post bail," Nawara asked, drawing the
conversation back to arraignment. "The judge should be returning
soon."

"Yes," both Mara and Leia answered.

"All rise for the Honorable Judge Al'seyr," droned the court clerk,
her bulbous eyes focused on the gallery.

The black-furred Bothan stepped up on his dais and sat at his bench,
then nodded to the court clerk.

"Defendant will rise," she ordered.

Pushing his chair back softly, Luke stood, letting his arms hang at
his sides, his hands open and non-threatening. Intent on listening,
he
kept his eyes focused on the judge. He could feel that every sentient
in the room was looking at him. Mara continued to reassure him
through
their bond.

"Luke Skywalker, you have been charged with the murder of Callista
Skywalker for which you will stand trial beginning in two standard
weeks. In the meanwhile, bail in the amount of 100,000 credits may be
posted for you to be released from custody. If this amount cannot be
provided, you will remain incarcerated. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Honor," Luke replied.

"Will you be posting bail?" he asked.

Luke nodded. "Yes."

"Councilor Ven will instruct you about bail posting and
requirements,"
Judge Al'seyr stated, then he declared, "This hearing is now
adjourned."

The formerly quiet atmosphere became noisy as a few holoreporters
left
the room to report on the hearing results. The remaining
holoreporters
stayed to watch the family, hoping to follow them out and obtain an
interview. Several members of Chad's ambassadorial staff remained
seated, whispering about the proceedings. Law students argued about
legal strategies.

Its presence hidden from the Jedi, one sentient sat in the back of
the
room and smiled. Medeia loved it when a plan came together and this
one was working perfectly.

Luke's family leaned forward on the railing waiting for Ven to
discuss
the bail. Nawara swiveled his chair around to face the party. "Here's
the deal. A credit chip for the amount of bail needs to be presented
to the court clerk. Once that is done, Luke is free to leave but is
placed under certain restrictions."

"Such as?" Mara asked before Luke could open his mouth.

Nawara grinned. "The worst thing that could ever happen to a pilot.
He's grounded."

"Actually, that might be good. If Luke's not flying, I should be able
to get the insurance company to lower the premium," Mara said
straight-faced.

Han added, "Incom will be disappointed. They probably keep a
replacement X-Wing ready for delivery at all times."

"What about the Flame?" Leia piped in.

Mara waved her hand. "I'll just make myself her new Captain."

"What?" Luke exclaimed.

Laughing at his expression of disbelief, Mara teased, "Well. You
won't
be flying her for while."

Luke groaned at their teasing. Ignoring them, he asked Ven, "What
else?"

"No weapons and no illegal activity. You cannot leave the city.
You'll
be under increased scrutiny, so as long as you keep out of trouble,
you'll be free. Break any of the restrictions and they'll throw you
back in the cell until trial," responded Nawara.

Luke nodded in understanding. It was going to be hard not having his
lightsaber at hand; he felt bare without it. It was a sacrifice he
would make so that he could be out from under the influence of the
ysalamiri. The guard almost brought the ysalamiri with them but the
court clerk wouldn't allow the animal into the court, much to Luke's
delight. "I can do that. Anything to get out of that cell and away
from those blasted ysalamiri."

"Oh," Ven exclaimed. "Didn't I tell you? You have to take those home
with you."

Astonished by Nawara's revelation, Luke's eyes widened and his mouth
gaped. Then he caught a hint of amusement fluttering in the Force.
Cocking an eyebrow, Luke said, "You have been spending way too much
time with Wes and Hobbie."

Braintails twitching, Ven looked slightly insulted. "Please. Don't
compare me to those amateurs. I couldn't resist such an opening. I am
so glad that Wedge asked me to do this. I enjoy getting a chance to
sharpen my wit."

Rolling his eyes, Luke held his hand out to Mara who placed a credit
chip in his palm. Luke put the chip on the table in front of Nawara,
a
little harsher than he intended. "Why don't you sharpen your legal
skills and pay the woman? I'd like to go home."

Realizing that he might have went a little too far, Ven was all
business again. Getting up, he approached the Mon Calamari. After
handing her the chip, she gave him a release for Luke to sign. Nawara
gave the pad to Luke and instructed, "Sign here. Then you are free to
go."

While signing his name, Luke apologized, "I'm sorry I snapped at you,
Nawara. I guess I'm a little on edge."

"I did overstep my bounds. I tend to slip into my Rogue persona quite
often. I find that a sense of humor helps get me through the day,"
Ven
replied, then picked up his briefcase. "I'll contact you tomorrow
about witnesses, evidence and such."

Luke stood up and shook his hand. "Thanks."

Nawara opened the gate at the railing, holding it open for Luke.
**
The holoreporters descended upon them the moment they exited the
courtroom. Microrecorders were held in front of their faces, lights
from holocams blinded their eyes. Questions were volleyed from every
direction, bombarding their ears.

"Your Highness"
"When will..."
"Master Skywalker"
"Did you do it..."
"Captain Solo"
"What about..."
"Mrs. Skywalker"
"Is it true..."
"Where did the money..."
"What are your feelings...."

The cacophony continued until Leia could take no more; she may have
been used to such holoreporters and interviews, but enough was
enough.
Wanting to clear the hallway, she focused on the sensors in the
ceiling that triggered the sprinkler system.

The questions were replaced by swearing and screaming as the crowd
was
rained upon. Holocams and recorders were hurriedly put away to
prevent
damage; no one had thought to bring outdoor equipment.

During the confusion, the Skywalkers and the Solos walked out of the
building, unmolested.

**

Savoring every bite, Luke continued forking in the Corellian Sausage
Casserole. It was wonderful after the prison swill. Once the plate
was
empty, Luke picked up his glass and went over to the refrigeration
unit to pour another glass of blue milk. "Mara, you want some more
milk?"

She shook her head. "No. I haven't even finished the first glass."

"Oh. I guess I did eat that pretty fast," Luke said before gulping
down his milk.

Mara's plate was only half eaten. Taking a few more bites, she then
put down her fork on the plate. She grabbed both plates and took them
over to the dishwasher. Glancing at Luke, she noticed that he was now
nibbling on a piece of ryshcate. "Didn't they feed you?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he replied, "Yes. But I ate better during
the
war."

She smiled. "That bad, huh?"

Wiping the crumbs from the front of his shirt, he poured another
glass
of blue milk, then answered, "Yes."

Mara watched as he drank his milk, swallowing it quickly. He had
relaxed considerably once they got home, away from the holoreporters.
He had missed her as much as she missed him. Their bond was connected
again, the emptiness gone. Eyeing him lovingly, she came closer as he
put his glass down on the counter. Reaching her hand to his face, she
brushed away some crumbs from his chin. Noticing a dribble of milk at
the corner of his mouth, she used her finger to wipe it away.
Lightly,
she touched her fingertips to his lips then traced a line along the
cleft of his chin, his throat, over his Adam's apple and over his
collar bone, bringing her palms to rest on his chest.

Pulling her closer into his embrace, Luke covered her mouth with his.
Her hands snaked up behind his neck as she pressed into the kiss, her
tongue tracing his lips. His hands were moving up and down her spine,
causing her to shiver in delight. She brought her hands down to his
shoulders, then trailed her fingers along his chest, opening the
fasteners of his tunic. Pressing her body firmly against his, he
moaned in response. Slowing his caresses on her back, he brought his
hands down to her hips. First running his fingers along and then
under
the hem of her tunic, he began to run his fingertips across her skin,
causing her to gasp. With one hand, he reached the bottom fastener of
her tunic and began undoing them, working his way upwards. When he
reached the last fastener, Mara's hands grabbed hold of his wrists.
Breathing heavily, she said huskily, "Let's move this party upstairs."

"Why?" he breathed, nibbling at her ear. "This is the perfect place
for dessert."

**to be continued**

Chapter 23

Mara looped the synthrope from her hand to her elbow several times before placing it in her briefcase. Then she walked over to her husband's office, brushing against him in the process.
"Mara, I still think I should go with you. We're a team, remember?"

Opening and shutting a few of the antique drawers, Mara finally found the item for which she was looking. "Luke. We already discussed this," she said, her eyes on him. "If you got caught doing this, they'd toss you right back into that cell with your little pets."

Luke sighed. She was right, and he knew it but it didn't mean he liked it. "Just make sure you keep in contact with me."

"Of course, sweetheart," Mara replied, patting his cheek. "Now, stop worrying about me and help me check this listening device."

Nodding reluctantly, Luke left the office while Mara plugged an earpiece into her right ear. She turned on the device, placed it against the wall, then listened. Soon, Luke's voice could be heard clearly saying, "Mara, your partner in crime is here." Then, she heard him walking away. Removing the device from the wall as well as pulling it from her ear, Mara exited the office and went out into the living room, tossing the device into the briefcase. Luke came back into the room with her partner..

Corran Horn smiled when he saw Mara, said hello and then looked back to Luke. Holding out his hand, Luke offered him a chair. Then, Mara and Luke sat on the sofa. "Thanks for coming, Corran," Mara said, her expression sincere.

"No problem, Mara." Scratching his chin, Corran asked, "What is it you needed?"

Mara answered, "I need your help with some detective work."

Corran's green eyes shifted from Mara to Luke. "Detective work? Does this have something to do with the trial?"

"No. A Sith," Luke said emphatically. "There is a Sith Lord. Here on Coruscant."

Astonished by the declaration, Corran responded, "A Sith? Here? What kind of detective work can be done on a Sith Lord?"

"We're not going up against this Sith yet," Luke replied

Mara continued, "Luke and I have a pretty good idea who the Sith is, but we aren't totally sure where the Sith is. Because of your Corsec training, I thought that you would be our best bet for staking out and infiltrating the possible enemy base."

Corran shifted in his chair, leaning forward. "That I can do."
"Good. Here is all the information I have on the target," Mara said, placing a datapad on the table in front of Corran "I've been collecting data for several days and I'm ready for a closer look."

Perusing the data, Corran started to get a bad feeling about the situation. "The Black Sun? You think that the leader of the Black Sun is the Sith Lord?"

Luke nodded. "It makes the most sense. Medeia instigated the bounty on me." He paused. " I know that Medeia is the Sith Lord," Luke declared with conviction.

Relaxing back in his chair, Corran thought about the request. Luke believed what he was saying; Medeia was a Sith. Corran's own Force sense was confirming Luke's admission but there was something missing from the equation.

This would not be a simple task. The Black Sun was not an easy organization to infiltrate. According to the data Mara provided, it was near impossible but he was a Rogue and Rogues did the impossible. But could he do the impossible as a Jedi? There was only one way to find out. "What's your plan?"

**

The artificial lighting blinked on, flooding the graying alley with light. A hawkbat fluttered down from the archway, swooping just above the lone male figure nearing an unsheltered service door. The brown-haired man shooed the creature away from himself, then clicked his communications device twice, signaling to his partner that he was in position. He approached the door and pushed the buzzer. There was no answer but he knew that was because they were checking him out via hidden holo. Eventually, the door slid open and a brown-scaled trandoshan appeared in the threshold, his beady red eyes staring menacingly at the man.

"Hello. I'm Nej Halyc from Climatize Incorporated to service your heating system," Corran announced, creasing his brow when the trandoshan didn't respond. "You did call for service, didn't you?"
The Trandoshan grunted and moved to the side, allowing Nej to enter. "Not me, but the humans are not comfortable. They called."

'This is too easy,' Corran thought. He shifted his hold on the toolbox and smiled at his escort. "Just show me to the..."

Wide splayed fingers landed on his shoulder, then pushed him against the wall. "Not so fast. Identification."

"Yeah, it's in my pocket," Corran said, setting the box carefully on the ground and reaching into his jumpsuit. "Here's my company ID."

The Trandoshan viewed the card carefully, then declared, "Okay, it looks legit. Follow me."
Picking up his tools and following the thug down the extremely hot corridor, Corran thought, 'It is legit.' The president of Climatize was an old friend of Horn's; he not only supplied the legitimate ID but also provided offsite access to the temperature controls. Most malfunctions were handled offsite but in this case the caller was advised that the problem was at their location and a repairman would be dispatched. This would give Corran is way inside. His friend's only comment was that he would disavow any knowledge of the scheme if Corran were caught.

All Corran had to do now was delay completion of the actual repair work, as well as being ready for any sudden changes. Mara needed time to put her plan into action. He was responsible for giving her that time and to provide her with backup, if necessary.

**

A young brunette walked directly into the lobby of Lucazec Limited. Situated in the outskirts of Invisec, the building had seen better days but was still functional and secure. After approaching the security kiosk, she set her briefcase on the floor, then said, "Cassiopeia Torva. I'm from the temporary agency."
The security officer glanced up and looked into the brown eyes of the woman. Smoothing a wrinkle on her gray clerical worker's suit, she pulled out her identification card and handed it to the man. He took the card and ran it through a scanner. After reviewing instructions on his computer, he said, "Take the turbolift to level Four. Gwenda will show you to your workstation."

With a quick nod, Cassiopeia picked up her briefcase and walked to the open turbolift, letting her enter immediately. Once the doors shut, she spoke. "I'm in Luke."

She heard his reply in her earpiece. "Okay. What about Corran?"

A low male voice whispered, "I'm in the control room fixing the malfunction. My escort Toothy insists on waiting."

"Don't say anything else, Corran. Mara or I will let you know what to do," Luke advised.

Using her hand to smooth her brown hair back, Mara smiled. Even though Luke couldn't be with them, he was enjoying his commander role. He was also the only one of them who would be using the Force; Corran and she were cloaking their presence to avoid being detected by Medeia.

The turbolift speaker announced her level. Quickly adjusting her stance and picking up the briefcase, she hurriedly said, "It's ShowTime."

The doors opened and Mara exited, stepping into a lushly decorated reception area. Exquisite fijisi chairs were arranged in a small semi-circle around a small ebon table. A large semi-circular bar comprised the receptionist's area. A middle aged woman looked up from her monitor. Wiping her brow, she said, "You must be Cassiopeia. I'm Gwenda."

Extending her hand in greeting, Mara answered, "Yes, I am. Pleased to meet you, Gwenda... Are you okay?"

Gwenda wiped her brow again. "I'm fine. Just a slight malfunction in the heating system."

"I hope it will be fixed soon. It would be difficult to work in such an environment," Mara complained.
Standing up, Gwenda came out from behind her station. "It is. That's why you're here. Hach?ouldn't handle the heat and went home. Thanks for coming so quickly. Follow me."

Mara followed the woman down a corridor, and into a small cubicle framed with transparisteel walls. The sparse area contained a functional desk, comfortable chair and a simple computer system, already booted up and running. Placing her briefcase under the desk, she sat in the chair and looked up at Gwenda, waiting for instructions. "Hach?as doing data entry before she left. It's pretty straightforward. Just enter these figures," she pointed at a stack of flimsies, "into the corresponding form." She tapped the monitor.

Perusing the data and then nodding in understanding, Mara replied, "I can do that." Picking up a flimsy, she fanned herself. "Can't anything be done about the heat?"

Frowning, Gwenda answered, "It is being worked on. I'll check with Matossk."

Tapping a few keys, Mara began entering some of the sales information, continuing to do so until Gwenda left. As soon as the woman was out of sight, Mara said, "Corran. Crank up the heat."
Mara stopped inputting the sales data and began searching the database, looking for and opening other files. Fortunately, the station she occupied was part of the office Intranet, giving her the capability to contact other stations in the building. In her ear, she could hear the distant beep of a comlink; Gwenda had contacted Matossk. The angry Trandoshan snarled at Corran and said something Mara couldn't understand. Then Corran responded, "Hey, it's not my fault. You've got a faulty circuit. It'll be fixed when it's fixed."

Matossk made some threat and thundered out of the room. Corran sighed, "He's gone for a while. I've pushed the heat to the max."

"Leave the top floor at normal," Luke added. "We don't want the mynock to fly the coop."
"I've downloaded some files," Mara said, her fingers flying on the keyboard. Using a few tricks Ghent had shown her, she had managed to slice into some protected files. "As soon as the heat reaches 44 Celsius, I'm sending the evacuation signal."

The heat build up was oppressive. Mara removed her jacket, attempting to stay cool. Typing quickly, she finished the evacuation notice and sent it to all workstations.

'All employees on levels 1 through 5 are to leave the building until repairs can be completed.'
Signing out of her user function, Mara put the system into stand-by mode, picked up her briefcase, stuffed her jacket into it and walked out of her cubicle. "Luke, I'm going up to the sixth level."
"I'm not sensing any danger, Mara."

Mara didn't say anything as several employees rushed past her towards the turbolift. She slipped into a small closet when she saw Gwenda surveying the office for any stragglers. Peeking out the door, she caught another glimpse of the receptionist stepping into the turbolift as the doors slid shut. The digital numbers descended to one and remained there. The second and third turbolifts did the same thing. Mara came over to the turbolifts and pushed a button, waiting for one to return. Momentarily, one arrived and Mara entered it, requesting the sixth level.

**

From their apartment, Luke had been tracking Mara and Corran's activities with the Force. In order to minimize chances of detection by Medeia, he had been skirting the senses of the occupants of the building, avoiding direct contact. Delving deep into the Force, he was able to slip into the headquarters and lightly brush the senses of the people without disturbing them. It took precise control to perform such a task and he was excelling in the endeavor. He had yet to encounter the dark presence he knew existed in the office building but he could meet it at any moment. No warnings had been given and everything was going smoothly. Perhaps, this mission would come off without a hitch.
"I'm at six," Mara announced.

Scanning for danger, Luke searched the corridor for sentients. "Hallway is clear. Offices are occupied."
Luke heard the door swish and the rustling of Mara's clothes. Pushing his senses out further, he abruptly hit a wall of blackness. Pulling back, he did a tentative probe of the area, testing for identity and danger. "Mara. I think our Dark Sider is at the end of the corridor."

"Okay. I'll check it out," replied Mara.

A little tingle started in the back of his mind. He opened his mouth to warn Mara when his door annunciator buzzed. A quick scan revealed the person of Major Hoover, waiting patiently outside. "Stang. Hoover's here."

"Disconnect Luke," Mara ordered.

It was the last thing Luke wanted to do but he had no choice. "Fine. I'm out."
Hurriedly and angrily, Luke yanked the communications device from his person. Whereas using the device itself wasn't a problem, it was the fact that they were involved in breaking and entering that would get him into trouble. He turned off the device and stuffed it into a drawer. Taking a deep breath, Luke went to the door and let the Major inside.

**

Mara heard the click when Luke disconnected. Returning to the task at hand, she said, "Corran. Heat up Suite 6B."

"As ordered," replied Corran. "Throttle is full out."

Hiding behind a large ch'hala tree, Mara only had to wait a few minutes before the occupant of 6B, carrying his suit jacket, came out and went into the waiting turbolift. Hastily entering the now vacant suite and closing the door, Mara rushed to the wall next to the desk, pulling out the special listening device and adhering it to the wall. She hooked it up to an earpiece and also connected it to a datarecorder. There was a conversation going on in the next suite; it sounded like two women. She sat down and began to listen in earnest.

"...worry too much."

"I know but the chances for acquittal are..."

"It doesn't matter."

"Seeing Callista after all this time was horrible."

"I know it's hard, Kirawyn, but don't fall apart. Skywalker won't get off easily. I can guarantee it."

"Really, Akanah? What does the Current tell you?"

"It's just a matter of time before the truth is known."

Mara could hear a chair being moved, scuffing the floor, followed by footfalls towards the wall dividing the two offices. Grimacing at the noise as a hand rubbed heavily against the wall, Mara held her breath against the pain in her ears. The listening device was so sensitive that it had amplified the hand tracing to an unbelievable pitch.

"Will you teach me to read Current scribbling?"

"I might do that and more. The Falla..."

A beeping sound interrupted the conversation. Footsteps were heard going away from the wall. Gritting her teeth, Mara released her breath. A light tapping noise came to her attention.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a problem with the heating system. They had to evacuate levels one through five."

"Is someone working on it?"

There was a long pause with only the sound of typing. "Matossk reports that a workman is here but hasn't...Wait. Vigo Jandur is down with Matossk wanting to know why his office is so hot."

"What's wrong with that, Akanah? If all the..."

"Vigo Jandur is next door."

A chair was rolled back quickly.

Mara abruptly disconnected the listening device. Time to relocate. Stuffing the device into her briefcase, she picked it up and looked around for her best escape route.

"Mara. Get out. They're on to us," Corran hissed; he had overheard the conversation between Matossk and Jandur. Hurriedly, he looked over the building maintenance diagram posted on the work panel in front of him. It was the first thing he had reviewed when he began his charade. Having already pinpointed Mara's location, he rechecked it to provide her an escape route. "According to the schematics, there is a ventilation shaft in the Southeast corner of the room."

Rushing to that corner, Mara climbed onto a credenza and quietly yanked the vent aside. Grabbing onto the edge, she lifted her body up and pulled herself into the ductwork and replaced the grill. There was a swish as the office door opened, revealing an empty room. Mara heard murmuring but couldn't understand what was said. Frozen in place, she waited for the sound of retreating footsteps before shifting her position. "Corran. Where are you?"

There was a horrible growl, then the spitting sound of a blaster set on stun. "I'm still in the control room. Toothy was upset with my progress. He's calmed down now."

"Meet me outside."

"As ordered."

**
Medeia thought that Skywalker was bold to attempt an infiltration of the Black Sun. Not that it was surprising; Skywalker had done it years ago when Xizor had gone up against him. Reaching out with the darkness, Medeia scanned for the Jedi but was startled that he wasn't near; the man was far away in his apartment. Medeia wanted to smash his shields but for a lightsider, he had strong barriers. If Skywalker wasn't here, then who was? It took only a moment for realization to hit; there was a Skywalker in the building, just not the one that Medeia thought. Grinning maliciously, Medeia was looking forward to meeting the Emperor's Hand.

**to be continued**

b>Chapter 23 Part B</b>

Having delivered some trial information, Terrill Hoover had just left
the apartment when Luke felt the dark presence touch him. Raising his
barriers higher, Luke successfully kept Medeia at bay but managed to
feel a moment of surprise from the Sith before the Dark Sider retreated.
Pulling the communications device from its hiding place, Luke put it
back on to reestablish contact. "Mara. Status."

"Luke? We're on our way out," exclaimed a startled Mara.

"Medeia knows something's up," Luke warned.

"I know."

**

>From her hiding place in the ductwork, Mara could hear that an intruder
alert had been raised. All of the turbolifts were shut down, trapping
her on the sixth level.

"Corran," she hissed. There was no answer.

'Stang,' she thought. Crawling through the ducts, she headed in the
direction of the turbolifts. She reached the end of the line - the
turbolift shaft. Using her feet to push out the grill, Mara was able to
enter the huge shaft and began climbing down with the synthrope she had
packed into the briefcase. Tying it securely to the grillwork, Mara
wrapped it behind her waist, then pushed off the wall, bouncing her feet
down the smooth walls. She was making excellent progress when suddenly,
she heard a loud, rumbling noise. Stopping her descent, she braced
herself and looking down, saw the turbolift cable moving. Keeping a
tight hold on the rope, she hastily reached the next level down.
"Corran. Open Level three door of turbolift two."

"I can't, Mara. I'm not near a computer."

"Sith," she swore under her breath.

Digging her feet into some footholds on the shaft interior, Mara
frantically tried to pry open the doors with her bare hands but without
success. Suddenly, a vibration almost knocked her loose. The turbolift
car began to move up steadily.

"Luke. A little help please," she asked over the microphone.

The cranking, whirring noise was loud and she wasn't sure that Luke
heard her. "Luke. Open the door!"

Slowly, the door began to open a crack. Mara reached her hands in,
forcing them to slide open far enough for her body to get through.

"Mara. You okay?"

She dusted herself off, checking for the briefcase that was tied to her
waist. "I'm fine. Thanks, Luke."

It was now time for Mara to find the stairs so she could get out of
there. Taking a moment to check her datapad, she pulled up the
blueprints of the building and located the nearest stairwell. "I'm
walking this time. See you soon."

Taking the steps two at a time, Mara made it to the first level landing
when she smacked directly into Kirawyn Rochester. Reverting into her
character, she babbled, "I'm so sorry. I got lost. It was so hot, I
tried to leave but the turbolifts didn't work."

Kirawyn's black eyes stared into Mara's brown ones, searching for
recognition but finding none. Slowly, she pulled out a blaster and aimed
it at Mara. "I don't believe you."

Waving the blaster at Mara, Kirawyn then pointed it down the stairs.
Mara took the lead, reaching the bottom landing and pausing. Kirawyn
came up next to her, then palmed the door opener. It slid open and
Kirawyn gestured for Mara to proceed. Calmly, Mara walked through the
door. Kirawyn followed her only to crumple to the ground. Smiling
triumphantly, Corran Horn stepped away from the wall, saluting her with
one of his workman's tools. "Just a handy little trick I found useful on
Courkrus."
**

Medeia was able to track Jade and her accomplice once the two had
stopped cloaking their presence. It was a surprise to discover that
Corran Horn was Jade's partner. The fact that he was apparently a Jedi
was startling but important information that could be useful in future
negotiations. Despite this intriguing turn of events, the Emperor's Hand
was Medeia's main concern. If Jade had somehow gotten enough information
to make certain connections, Medeia's plans could be compromised. With a
maleficent idea coming to mind, Medeia decided that a little visit was
in order.

It was time to spy once again on the Skywalkers.
**

After returning to the Skywalker apartment, Mara and Corran sat with
Luke to discuss the operation. Removing the contacts from her eyes, Mara
started the conversation. "I'm positive we're looking in the right
direction."

"But we never encountered Medeia," Corran countered.

Mara continued, "Maybe not directly, but listen to the conversation I
recorded."

Opening her briefcase, Mara retrieved the listening device and activated
the replay function. Luke and Corran listened intently to the two women
talking.

<i> "...worry too much."
"I know but the chances for acquittal are..."</i>

>From the surprised expression on Luke's face, Mara knew that he
recognized the voice of Kirawyn Rochester. Luke looked at Mara; he also
knew about whom they were talking.

<i> "It doesn't matter."
"Seeing Callista after all this time was horrible."
"I know it's hard, Kirawyn, but don't fall apart. Skywalker won't get
off easily. I can guarantee it." </i>

"Does the Black Sun have a reach into the Justice system?" Corran
wondered aloud.

Mara depressed the pause button, looking worriedly at Luke. After
feeling the Sith at the arraignment, she knew he was thinking the same
thing. Mara said, "If Medeia shows up at the trial and tries to
influence the jury...We can't let that happen."

Running his hands through his blond hair, Luke said the words he hoped
he wouldn't have to say. "I'll have to ask Nawara to request that
ysalamiri be placed in the courtroom."

"I agree. I don't want a Sith practitioner using mind tricks to send you
to prison," Mara added as she started to reach for the playback button.

"Actually," Corran interrupted, holding Mara's hand back. "I was
referring to bribery."

Luke groaned, "I hadn't thought about that."

"Let Nawara know that you're worried about Black Sun interference. He
can take it from there," advised Corran.

Nodding, Mara pushed the replay button again.

<i> "Really, Akanah? What does the Current tell you?" </i>

This time, Luke stopped the playback. "Who's Akanah?"

"She's on the directory of employees. Administrative Assistant," Mara
said, scanning her datapad until she reached the employee listings. "I
looked up both names but only Akanah had a listing."

Glancing at the listing Mara had given him, Luke searched for another
name. "Medeia is not listed either."

"Lucazec Limited is a legitimate company. As a known crime boss, Medeia
isn't going to risk having such a connection made," said Corran.

Mara shook her head. "But Lucazec is under surveillance by Coruscant
Security."

"Could be for a number of reasons. But to blatantly advertise Black Sun
involvement..." started Corran.

"But Xizor had a legitimate company named after him," Luke blurted out.

Holding up his hand, Corran stated, "Different time, different
government. Nowadays bad PR, especially a criminal connection, erodes
consumer confidence and..."

"Let's not discuss economics. I'm not concerned about the business.
Medeia is still a mystery," Mara said, putting her hand on the playback
button. "Shall we continue, please?"

<i> "It's just a matter of time before the truth is known."
"Will you teach me to read Current scribbling?"
"I might do that and more. The Falla..." </i>

"That's twice Kirawyn mentioned the Current. What is it?" Luke
questioned.

Corran replied, "I haven't a clue. I've never heard the term before.
Could it be a code name?"

"Possibly. She says 'What does the Current tell you'. Maybe an insider,
a spy," guessed Luke.

"That could mean that Current scribbling is how they make contact," said
Corran.

While Corran and Luke discussed what or who the Current could be, Mara
sat deep in thought. Now that she had access to the Force, something in
the back of her mind began to click. The Current meant something to her;
she had heard the term long ago in another life. Unfortunately, it was
unclear and vague but she would figure it out. There was one place where
she knew she could look for the answers. She was roused from her musings
by Luke's exclamation; "...Maybe it's Falleen."

"No, it's Fallanassi," Mara said distantly, her eyes glazed over.

"There is no such thing as..." Luke retorted, then he stopped when he
noticed her expression. Lightly nudging her, Luke stated, "Mara, you've
remembered something?"

Mara blinked a few times, staring at Luke. Rubbing her temples, she
said, "It's a name of a race of people with whom the Emperor was
interested in allying. I don't remember much beyond that."

Gently taking hold of her hand, Luke caressed her palm with his thumb.
"It's a start anyway. I can check the archives."

"It won't be there," Mara declared, shaking her head.

"Okay," responded Luke. Through their bond, he knew that she was
planning to access the Emperor's private files. Not wanting to press the
issue or concern before Corran, he pressed the playback button to
continue the recording.

<i> "What's wrong?"
"There is a problem with the heating system. They had to evacuate levels
one through five."
"Is someone working on it?"
"Matossk reports that a workman is here but hasn't...Wait. Vigo Jandur is
down with Matossk wanting to know why his office is so hot."
"What's wrong with that, Akanah? If all the..."
"Vigo Jandur is next door." </i>

"This was when I had to make my hasty exit," Mara explained when the
recording stopped.

"I had to do the same. That's why I couldn't help at the turbolift,"
Corran said apologetically.

Luke assured him. "You came through at the right time, Corran."

"Speaking of time, it's late and I need to get home," he said, standing
up. "Don't hesitate to contact me if you need more help."

Luke and Mara both stood up and walked him to the door. "Thanks again,
Corran. You were the best partner Mara could have had."

"Beside yourself, that is," Corran joked.

Smiling, Luke said, "That goes without saying. Goodnight, Corran."

"Goodnight, Luke, Mara."

**
Its intensity muted by the overcast skies, the morning sun filtered into
the master bedroom. Pulling the covers tightly under her chin, Mara
rolled over, away from the sunlight. Luke was already awake and on his
back, his arms laying limply outside the covers. Mara moved again,
taking more blankets with her, removing them from Luke. Grinning slyly,
he grabbed hold of the covers and yanked them back towards him. Mara
came with the covers. "Hey, Luke. Don't do that," she mumbled.

"Stop hogging the covers. You have to share," he teased.

Mara glared at him but he ignored it. Tossing the covers up and over her
head, he climbed out of bed. "I've got a meeting at 0800 with Nawara at
his office. I should be back around lunch."

Removing the blankets from her face, she watched Luke walk into the
refresher before she shouted, "Don't use all the hot water!"

Yawning, she curled up and fell asleep again. Several minutes later,
drowsiness left and she became aware of the sound of Luke rummaging in
the closet. "I've gotta run, sweetheart," he said as he came out and
headed for the bed. Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, he was soon out
the door.

Mara watched him leave then threw the covers back, swinging her legs
over the side of the bed. She needed to start slicing into the Emperor's
files today. The sooner the meaning of the current and the origins of
the Fallanassi were determined the better. Medeia was a threat to Luke,
herself and their life together. Whoever this Medeia was, he or she
needed to be stopped.

It didn't take long for Mara to slice into the Imperial network. Getting
into the Emperor's files took a little longer but she was into the coded
files by 1000. A flood of memories assaulted Mara as she opened the
different files. So many secrets from the past she had left behind.
Looking at them now, Mara felt strangely detached, like a third party
observer. She clicked her way through, allowing the Force to guide her.
One file in particular jumped out at her: Current Candidate.

The door annunciator buzzed and Artoo rolled to answer it. He returned
quickly, beeping at Mara. Annoyed at the interruption, she snarled at
the droid. " What Artoo?"

He responded in kind, making the mechanical equivalent of a raspberry
noise. Taking the translation pad from him, she read the message he was
trying to tell her.

<b>It was a holoreporter. I gave him a 'No comment'. </b>

"Did you zap him, too?" she said jokingly. "Thanks, Artoo."

Returning to her work, Mara began reading the contents of the Current
Candidate file, written by Palpatine himself many years ago.

<i> Today, a representative of the Fallanassi made contact with me. She
would not provide her name saying that it was best to protect her
sisters since the decision to seek an alliance was not unanimous. I see
an alliance as beneficial to my Empire. In their matriarchal society,
these women have unique capabilities through a source they refer to as
the Current. They possess an innate ability to change names, appearance
and habits in order to blend in. Not a particularly important trait but
they can also render themselves invisible to the Seeing Eye and not be
located in the Force...</i>

Mara drew her breath in, shivering in realization. Medeia had been in
their apartment, the day that Luke jumped out of the shower and asked
her if she felt the other presence. Mara continued reading.

<i> If we forge an alliance, I want to learn some of these abilities.
When I mention my desire, she had the nerve to deny my request but the
Force has shown me that she is important to my future plans so I allow
her to live. The young woman prefers to train other women, so I suggest
my Hand. Once my Hand has trained in these abilities, she shall train
me...

I determined today that this woman is also Force sensitive! Such
promise. I begin training her in the Sith arts.

My own apprentice seems to be having trouble with his priorities since
Hoth. Young Skywalker may not be so easily turned and I must keep my
options open...

Death Star completion is fast approaching. My Hand hasn't begun her
training yet but once she returns from her mission she shall train in
earnest... </i>

Mara read voraciously, learning about their opponent. The Emperor had
wanted her to train with the Fallanassi but her mission to Tatooine and
his fateful trip to Endor ended all that. She needed a name for the
Fallanassi woman; so far no name had been entered in the records.
Scrolling down the screen, she found some more text at the bottom. When
she found the name, she recognized it immediately, though it was
slightly startling. A loud clang reverberated through the apartment.
"Artoo?" she called.

When he didn't reply, she went looking for him; he was at his station,
powering up. Walking to the bottom of the staircase, she paused and
listened, waiting for another noise, hoping to determine from where it
came. That is, if it came again. Somehow, she had the feeling it would.

A door swished, whether open or closed was indecipherable but the sound
came from upstairs. Grabbing her saber from a small table, she ran up
the stairs, alert for danger. It was strangely silent, almost as if her
danger sense was non-functional. Why couldn't she sense...It must be
Medeia, she thought. Stretching out her senses, she sought for darkness
or a blank spot in the Force. Nothing. Her eyes darted back and forth,
searching for a visible enemy.

There was a muted, indistinguishable sound from the spare bedroom.
Carefully, she raised her left palm to open the door, her right hand
held her lightsaber, thumb poised on the activator. The door slid open
and she entered quickly, seeking cover. There was no one in the room
that her green eyes could see. But as Luke had told her, your eyes can
deceive you; especially in a case where the enemy can render herself
invisible. Scanning the room, Mara looked for evidence of Medeia's
presence. In the back of her mind, there was a flash of remembrance - a
fleeting moment of danger. The door to the balcony was open. They never
entered this room anymore and certainly wouldn't leave the slider open.
"Reveal yourself!" she demanded.

A low laugh started behind her, circling the room until it seemed to
surround her, envelope her. Constantly on the alert, Mara inched closer
to the deck. "Stop hiding in the shadows. Come and meet me, woman to
woman," she challenged.

The curtains covering the windows fluttered in response. From outside, a
cold, bitter wind bellowed, swirling around the room, chilling Mara to
the bone. A voice whispered in the wind, floating through the air. "Come
to me, Emperor's Hand."

It came from outside, on the balcony. Holding the saber en guard, Mara
took precise steps out onto the deck. Walking every inch of the balcony,
Mara met no resistance. She stopped at the railing, glancing over the
edge to see if maybe her antagonist had climbed down to the lower level.
Her back against the railing, she announced, "I'm here, Medeia. Where
are you?"

"Right here," said the cloaked Medeia, materializing before Mara's
shocked eyes.

Taking full advantage of Mara's astonishment, Medeia used both of her
arms to push Mara backward over the railing. Mara's lightsaber was
knocked out of hand as it slammed against the edge. Twisting around,
Mara reached for purchase, but failed to grab hold of anything. She
fell rapidly, her arms flailing through the air. Unable to cushion her
fall, Mara's body hit the lower balcony with a heavy thud and hard snap,
landing on her side, before rolling onto her back. Groaning in pain,
Mara's eyelids fluttered as she tried to remain conscious. She attempted
to focus on the dark figure watching from the upper balcony. Then there
was nothing as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Medeia laughed.

*to be continued*

Chapter 24

The ominous feeling of dread would not leave Luke's mind. Ever since he had arrived at Ven's office at 0800, he could sense a future danger, but it wasn't clear or focused. Feeling that the danger was directed at him, he mistakenly assumed it had to do with the trial. Luke pushed the feelings and thoughts to the back of his mind so he could focus his attention on his attorney and the upcoming trial. For the first couple hours, Nawara showed Luke all the evidence to be presented against him and how they would deal with each one. Around 1030, Ven moved onto courtroom etiquette. Clasping his hands together, Luke listened carefully as Nawara explained some legal proceedings to him. Suddenly, through their bond, he felt Mara leap into battle readiness. 'Mara, what's wrong?' he sent.

A chilly shiver hit him as she answered telepathically. 'Medeia is here.'

In response to her declaration, Luke jumped straight out of his chair, startling Ven. At first, the attorney was confused that his client would react in such a way to his explanations. Then Nawara realized that he wasn't the reason for Luke's action. Concerned, he asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Yes. It's Mara," Luke replied, his eyes half-closed in concentration. "She's in danger. I need to go."
Ven was alarmed by the information. "Shall I call security?" he asked.

His blue eyes opened fully and Luke nodded, then rushed out of Ven's office. Luke's heart beat faster and a lump formed in his throat as he realized that he wasn't going to get home in time to help his wife. When he reached the turbolift, there was a sharp pain in his back and his left arm throbbed, causing him to wince and draw his breath in sharply. Then nothing, no feeling, no thoughts as Mara's familiar, warm presence disappeared.

**

Her malicious laughter had ceased since her victim was no longer aware. Pleased with her work, Medeia stared down at the unconscious body of Mara Skywalker for a few minutes, then moved away from the edge. Her foot kicked something on the floor. Bending over, she picked up Jade's discarded lightsaber. Fingering it, she thought that it would somehow be poetic justice to slay the Jedi with his wife's saber. Drawing the dark energy to herself, she sought out and found the frantic presence of Luke Skywalker. He was on his way back to the apartment, acutely aware of his wife's predicament, knowing that she was in grave danger and unable to do anything in her aid.

In keeping with the details of her plan, Medeia would not confront him yet. The mental torture would continue and be sufficient revenge for the time being. Chuckling, a thought ran through her head; surely the Jedi was worried about becoming a widower again. It was too bad that he couldn't be blamed for this unfortunate accident.

She would savor his pain and anguish for now. Rather than confront Luke now, Medeia would allow his guilt to wear down his defenses. With his wife seriously injured and the stress of what will come out at the trial, he would be thoroughly demoralized. She knew that she couldn't face him at his best; he was too skilled. Medeia had the advantage of time. Their final violent confrontation would come in due course and Medeia would be the victor. The Current had told her Skywalker would be defeated and the nackhawns would be pecking at his rotting carcass. Her revenge would be complete.
Leaving the balcony, Medeia slid gracefully through the bedroom door and sped down the steps. Stopping briefly at the computer terminal in the comcenter, she ignited the lightsaber and slashed through both the monitor and the hard drive, sending sparks flying through the air.

The noise of the computer's destruction drew the attention of a droid. The old astromech twitter-beeped as it came towards her, extending a pathetic appendage at her. Medeia briefly considered destroying the amusing annoyance, but she needed the droid functional. Instead of destroying it, she used the Force to shut it down, and at the same time pushed it back into its alcove.

Then she left the apartment and using the Current, vanished into the graying light of the corridor just as Security exited the turbolift.

**

Security came directly to the Skywalker's apartment. First, knocking firmly but receiving no response, the officers then made several verbal requests for entrance that went ignored. They tried the override code on the door, but the residents had apparently changed the code. After several minutes with no success, the head officer contacted Master Skywalker. Flipping his comlink open, he entered Luke's number and was relieved to receive an immediate but irritated response.

"Skywalker."

"Master Skywalker. Lt. Giord, N.R. Security. We responded to Nawara Ven's call but haven't been able to gain entrance to your apartment. Nobody is answering," he explained.

Luke replied hastily, "Hold on a moment."

A click was heard, followed by a short pause, then another click as Luke came back on, his voice anxious. "My droid's not answering. I'm in the lobby. I'll be right there."

**

Quickly, Luke input the code, and rushed into his home ahead of the security forces. Coming in directly after him, the four officers spread out around the apartment, not sure of what they would find, but alert to any possible danger. One of the officers immediately found a deactivated R2 unit in the droid alcove and a slagged computer in the comcenter. The others thoroughly checked the downstairs rooms, kitchen, office, and closets.

Luke sprinted up the stairs, calling for Mara both aloud and through their bond, receiving no answer to either. His panic increased and fear churned in his stomach. Their bond was so strong and so deep that nothing short of death could sever it. He should be receiving some sort of response. Doubt crept in to his mind, claiming that she was dead. His heart fought the doubt, knowing that she was alive. She had to be.

Noticing that Luke had taken to the stairs, two officers followed him and when they reached the upper level, looked around in the master bedroom, refresher and on the balcony. They found nothing.
Having been in contact with Mara earlier, Luke knew she had gone into the spare bedroom. Its door was still open. As soon as he entered the room, he felt the lingering presence of evil. His heart beat swifter, thumping hard; his adrenaline level increased. Reflexively, he reached to his belt for his lightsaber, only to grasp at nothing. His saber was locked up as a condition of his remaining out on bail.
Luke's throat constricted, his mouth parched from fear. He knew Mara had been here but he couldn't feel her presence. The curtains were fluttering, snapping at him; the cold breeze bit at him, admonishing him for his delay. His eyes scanned the room, looking for a clue. He saw two officers come from across the hall into the room behind him. They began searching under the furniture and in the closets. Ignoring them, Luke walked towards the open slider door.

Purposefully, he strode out onto the balcony. Inhaling deeply, Luke felt the darkness was heaviest here. The evil was so palpable that he could almost touch it. Closing his eyes, he could feel there had been momentary surprise from Mara, from what he wasn't sure. His hand went to the railing. Swallowing hard, he leaned over the edge, peering below and his heart began to pound in his chest, beating against his ribs. On the deck one level down, lay Mara. Her eyes closed. Her face was eerily peaceful.
His heart raced, then threatened to burst from anguish. Luke felt someone brush against him; the officers had followed him outside. Luke vaguely heard the officers call back to their cohorts, asking for a medic to go to the large wrap-around balcony on level one. Disregarding all else, Luke placed his hands securely on the railing, swung his body over the edge, and using the Force, lightly dropped onto the lower balcony. Bending his knees, he squatted beside her, his left hand resting on her forehead as he attempted to determine her injuries with a Force probe. "Mara," he whispered. "I'm here. Can you hear me?"

There was no answer, no movement. It would be difficult to put her into a healing trance; she needed to respond first. She looked so fragile, so broken. His anger grew, simmering slowly, ready to boil over. Slamming his free arm backwards into the railing, he clenched hold of a bar with his right hand and bent it with the fury of his anger. It offered only momentary release of his pent up emotions, however. As he pushed the rage back and cleared his mind the questions began. Why did this happen? What could he do for her? Why wasn't he here to save her? He should have been here. He failed her. A voice broke into his self-deprecating musings. "Excuse me, Master Skywalker. I'm here to help her."

"Huh?" he said, dazed. He was so intent on Mara he hadn't noticed a young medic's approach.
The black-haired medic checked Mara's vital signs. Gently resting her ivory hand on Luke's shoulder, she said, "We're going to take her to the medcenter, Master Skywalker. Let me get her on the repulsor stretcher."

Luke nodded his head, moving to the opposite side of Mara. He stroked his wife's limp hand, keeping continuous contact with her, as the medic and her assistant lifted Mara onto the stretcher. With a gentle whine of the repulsors, they pushed the stretcher out of the apartment; Luke kept pace with the stretcher while holding Mara's right hand.

He believed that to let go would be to lose her and he never wanted to lose her.

**

At the Medcenter, Luke watched the medics begin treatment on Mara's injuries. Making himself as unobtrusive as possible, Luke remained at Mara's side. The physicians were skilled and completed each task with practiced ease. Luke knew she was in good hands but he wanted to help her, to heal her, to be responsible for her recovery. Deep down, he felt that it was his fault she was here and he needed to rectify his mistake. For now, all he could do was stay with Mara until she healed. Time would come when he would deal with her attacker.

The medics finished their preparations and took Mara to the bacta tanks. Luke followed, continuing his vigil. Though he could no longer physically touch her, she never left his sight; he sat in a chair adjacent to the tank. With his palm firmly pressed onto the walls of the tank, he watched her float in the gelatinous goop for several hours. Once her bacta treatment was complete, the medics removed her from the tank and she was placed in a recovery bed.

Later that evening, Mara was assigned to a private room. Once again, Luke stood by her bed, his fingers brushing loose hair out of her face. His left hand lingered on her left cheek, caressing it lightly. Lifting his hand away, he bent over and softly kissed her forehead. "Heal, my love," he whispered, sitting down in a chair, waiting for her to awaken.

**

Several hours later, the young medic returned. "Excuse me, Master."

"Please, call me Luke." Forcing a weak smile, he said, "You've come to give me good news."
"Yes, Master...Luke. We've gotten the test results back and she's on her way to a full recovery. Your wife received a concussion, broke the ulna bone in her left arm, bruised her kidney and cracked a couple of ribs. We were concerned about the baby but it was well cushioned. Everything is healing well and she should only require one more bacta dip."

There was a moment's delay as Luke processed the information. "Baby?"

Frowning, the medic said, "You didn't know?"

Luke shook his head. The medic gestured her head towards Mara. "When your wife wakes up, we can go over all the test results. She'll have to take it easy for a while but she's healthy and should have no problem carrying to full term. I'll leave you alone now."

Turning to leave, she stopped when she heard Luke stand and clear his throat. "Thank you..." he stammered. "I'm sorry. I never got your name."

Smiling, she replied, "Aeisha."

"Thank you, Aeisha."

Her hand palmed the door release. "You're welcome, Master," she said as she exited the room.
Sitting down again, Luke pushed his chair close to the bed, reaching his arm up to rest his hand on Mara's hand. He caressed it a few times, gently entwining his fingers into hers, then squeezed softly. "Thank you Mara," he whispered quietly.

**

Mara came to semi-awareness but there was only blackness, then haze, clouding the recesses of her brain. Mundane colors swirled about encapsulating her mind. Her physical body ached but it responded, though sluggishly, to her commands. Slowly, Mara opened her eyes, squinting against the bright light. She blinked a few times, clearing a sticky film off her eyeballs. As her vision came into focus, she noticed a head lying on the bed, startling her until she realized it was still attached to a body. Screwing up her face, she thought hard about the blond head. Then the head moved, twisting to look at her and its mouth smiled. "Hello," he said.

Do I know him?

He looked familiar to her, and he smiled so nicely. She closed her eyes, gathering her thoughts, searching her fractured memory.

"Mara?" he said concerned.

Then it clicked. His name came to her mind. "Luke," she gasped, her throat dry.
He seemed to know she needed a drink; he poured her a glass of water. She reached for it but he kept it just out of her range as he reached for some buttons on the nightstand, near the bed. Momentarily startled by the upward movement of the bed, she relaxed and drank hungrily from the cup he finally pressed to her lips. He set the cup on the table. "You had me worried, Mara."

"I'm glad you're here, Luke," she answered.

Luke smiled warmly, caressing her face lightly with his fingers. Taking hold of her right hand, he sat down on the bed beside her.

His touch was soothing to Mara; she could feel life flow from his fingertips. Her body drank it in, sending it throughout her system. The influx of energy spurred parts of Mara's memory. A cloaked figure flashed in her mind. Images of a balcony, windy and cold, came unbidden. "The balcony. I was pushed off the balcony," she exclaimed.

Luke's hand tightened its hold, and his face hardened with barely contained rage. "Medeia."
The cloaked figure must have been Medeia, she thought, then nodded affirmation. Luke's face grew sterner and angrier, and then it softened, becoming apologetic. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, Mara," he sighed.

"It wasn't your fault, Luke. Stop trying to take the blame," she admonished, her thoughts becoming clearer, her memory returning.

"Now, I know you'll be okay. You're chastising me," he laughed.

"Somebody's got to do it," she paused, a new thought coming to mind. "I think Medeia was trained by Palpatine."

Luke looked at her. "You found something."

"I can't remember what though. It's still hazy. I remember reading a file, then there was someone at the door."

Luke said, "That must have been Medeia."

"No, it was a holoreporter...I think. I seem to have some gaps in my memory," Mara stated.
"Don't worry. We'll get them filled in."

Moving her body, Mara attempted to adjust her position. Sensing her need, Luke fluffed her pillow, helping her sit up straighter. "Thanks, Luke."

"No. Thank you, Mara," he said, a huge grin splitting across his face.

Staring at him quizzically, she wondered why in Hoth he was wearing that silly grin. "Okay, spill it, Skywalker. Why are you looking at me like that?"

He continued to smile at her, appearing to be pleased with himself. Before she could say anything, he took her hand and placed it on her abdomen. His expression turned serious, but joy twinkled in his eyes. In the Jedi Master voice she knew so well, he instructed, "Use your senses and reach out. Tell me what you find."

"Alright," she answered, humoring him.

His request seemed odd to her; the stress must be getting to him, Mara figured. Relaxing into the Force, she reached out and found...another presence. It was minute, primitive and reminded her of Luke yet also of herself. She could feel a rapid beating, a heartbeat twice as fast as her own. It was a Life, a new Life in her. Astonished at the discovery, she yanked her hand away from her womb. She gaped at Luke, then stammered, "I'm pregnant."

No other words were spoken after that. When Luke placed his hand upon her abdomen, Mara put hers there again as well. Together, they listened to the rapid heartbeat of their developing child. Communication wasn't really possible at the embryonic stage; the child communicated mostly by instinct and emotion. Bonding came naturally and easily between mother, father and child.

Delving deeper into the Force, they could feel the astonishing cell growth, growth that was occurring exponentially. It amazed them that something so tiny could be so intricate, complicated and full of life. They continued their exploration until Mara, still exhausted from her ordeal, began to yawn. Luke settled back into his chair, staring at Mara as she drifted into a healing trance.

Clearing his mind of all worries and concerns, Luke thought of his future. Though he never thought they would, Mother Rell's words were coming to pass, giving him exceedingly great joy. Luke Skywalker would finally get what had been denied him for years - a family.

For today, he would reflect only of the good things - his future, his child, his wife, and his family.
It would be his last chance, for the trial would soon begin, and reality would rear its ugly head.
**to be continued**

Chapter 25

"I'm sorry. The courtroom is full," the tall, blonde Corellian guard
yelled over the large crowd milling outside the Justice building.

"Please move back," added her shorter, brunette Alderaanian partner.

The guards sighed in frustration when nothing happened. The Corellian
was about to repeat her statement, when a loud roar reverberated
through the stifling air. Startled by the noise, the crowd parted,
rolling back like the waves of a sea. Through the gap came a Wookiee.
The Alderaanian recognized him immediately and whispered, "Chewbacca"
to his partner.

Directly behind Chewbacca was Han Solo, followed closely by Leia
Organa Solo and her Noghri honor guard. As soon as the crowd realized
the identity of the group, it surged forward again, threatening to
swamp the Chief of State and her entourage. Realizing the possible
danger to the Solos, the two Noghri provided rear guard, Chewbacca
point. The two human guards moved quickly to help, positioning
themselves on the flank to protect the Solos as they came up the
steps. A slight movement caught the attention of the male guard;
Organa-Solo waved her hand towards the crowd. Suddenly, the small
inner ring of the crowd stopped, freezing in place. Taking advantage
of brief lull in activity, the human guards activated the building
doors, allowing Solo's group to continue their walk into the Justice
Hall, unobstructed.

**

It was as crowded inside the building as it was outside. Chewbacca,
Han and Leia managed to weave through the multitude of sentients
filling the Justice Hall corridors. Having a two-meter tall Wookiee
leading the way helped immensely. Once they arrived at the huge
double doors leading into the Old Imperial Justice Court, the Noghri
honor guard remained outside the courtroom, at the request of the
Court. Their services were no longer necessary due to the extreme
security precautions being taken. Pushing the door open, Han let out
a low whistle when he saw the room. "I could park the Falcon in here
and there'd still be room left for more ships."

<I'm sure Luke would prefer facing Imperial ships to this mob, >
Chewie stated, waving his hairy arm around the room indicating the
masses.

Han nodded. "True. At least a TIE is a known enemy and easier to
fight."

"Luke will get out of this," Leia said adamantly. "He told me that
precautions have been taken to prevent Medeia from influencing the
judge and jury. The truth will come out and he'll be acquitted."

Leia may have been using optimistic words but she was still worried.
Mara and Luke had told her what they had discovered about Medeia, the
conversation between Kirawyn and the mysterious Akanah and the
possible connection with Palpatine. Combined with the news of Mara's
attack and injuries, it was almost too much for her to process. So
many bad things happened to her brother; it wasn't fair. She wanted
to
protect him, but she couldn't. Then, there were the nightmares that
assaulted her every night. Always the same, she found them extremely
vivid and realistic - Luke calling for help, asking forgiveness, and
his Force presence disappearing. With her newly developed Jedi
skills,
she thought they might be visions, but hoped they were really just
dreams.

They slipped into a reserved bench behind the defense table. Han
leaned over the banister in preparation to tap Luke on the back when
Leia stopped him. Puzzled, he looked at her and saw that she had the
"twin thing" going with Luke. Softly, she said, "He knows we're here."

**

Luke had sensed his sister's arrival and appreciated her decision not
to intrude in his solitary reflections. He sat quietly at the defense
table. Looking up at the high vaulted ceilings, he noticed that they
were covered with polished black marble panels streaked with white.
It gave him the impression that he was looking directly into space.
He
continued to stare at them as they blurred into pinpoints of
twinkling starlight. Comparing the white streaks to a celestial plain
made Luke wish he could be flying among the stars. Piloting a star
fighter gave him a feeling of freedom, a release from the
requirements
and expectations of life downside. He could soar across the heavens
with only the transparisteel of the cockpit between him and the
vastness of space. As much as he longed to fly away, reality required
that he land. He brought his attention down, as Yoda once said, to
where he was. No more looking to the stars for him.

The rest of the courtroom seemed much more ominous and dark. The
judge's High Bench was made of black marble; it seemed to swallow up
and engulf all the light that came near. The remainder of the room
was just as sterile and antiseptic. Its construction was of stainless
steel, molded ferrocrete and duraplast castings surrounded by stark
gray stone walls. Covered cages, which Luke knew contained ysalamiri,
were placed just out of eyesight around the jury box, witness stand
and judge's bench. A quick mental scan determined that the cages were
strategically placed and would serve their intended purpose. He
received no reading in the Force from the dozen citizens who would
hear his case; they were safely within the null bubbles.

Glancing up slightly, he noticed the gallery already teeming with
observers. Whether friend or foe, he wasn't sure. Stretching his
senses out, he reached for the emotions of the crowd. There was
doubt, disbelief, feelings of betrayal, and hatred. Luke winced
inwardly, keeping his face a mask. The people, who had once thought
him invincible and a champion, now realized he was fallible and very
human. They now looked at him as one who abused his power to get his
way. He never claimed to be perfect but for people to think him to be
so power hungry as to...He withdrew his probe. It was too painful.
Building his mental walls up, he sheltered himself from the emotional
storm.

Ven tapped Luke on the shoulder, giving him something different to
think about.

"I just found out that the trial will be broadcast," Nawara said.

Luke sighed; he knew there was a possibility of that. "Here on
Coruscant?" he asked hopefully.

Nawara didn't answer immediately.

"I don't want to hear it, do I?" Luke said.

"It will be live here on Coruscant. Then, the newsgrids are going to
uplink it to the holonet and transmit throughout the entire New
Republic network."

Closing his eyes, Luke sagged back into his chair. Every sentient in
the galaxy would be watching him be tried for murder. He was used to
being scrutinized but he had always been able to control his
exposure. Now he felt like a bug under a magnifying glass. It
wouldn't
bother him so much if it weren't for the fact that it would affect the
Order. All the years he had spent building up the Jedi Order, making
it accepted and not feared among the populace would be for naught.
Instead of the good he had done with his students, the average
citizen would only remember the murder trial. The Jedi would be
tarnished.

All of Luke's old fears now rushed to the surface. The feelings were
similar to how he felt when Vader uttered those fatal words; I am
your father. He was no longer, Luke Skywalker, hero of the Rebellion,
but Luke Skywalker, Son of the Dark Lord. It didn't matter that he
had
never lived with his father, hadn't been raised by him or even knew
him. He was so worried that he would be guilty by association - like
father, like son. It hadn't been that way with most of the people who
knew about his ancestry; he was still accepted for who he was, not
who his father was. But those were people who knew him. Most of the
galaxy didn't know him personally. They only knew what they saw or
read in the holonews. Nawara had already informed him that the
prosecution would be looking for every bit of information about his
life that they could find. Their mission was to paint as dark a
picture of him as they possibly can. His differences would be
scrutinized; his failures displayed before the whole galaxy. People
would fear him for being different; they would ignore his
accomplishments and expound on his inadequacies. They would only
remember the bad things. If he were a common citizen, he wouldn't be
in such a situation; there would be no broadcast. But because he was
well known, he would be paraded before the entire galaxy.

He wished he could be swallowed up in anonymity.

"Luke," Ven said. "Only the holocams will be in the courtroom. The
holojournalists have to wait outside." He paused before continuing.
"Plus, we have the same judge and the jury selection went well. You
have a good chance for acquittal."

Luke nodded, "That's good to hear. This room just seems so ...big.
I would have preferred a smaller venue."

"Yes, this room is imposing. It's the same one Tycho's trial was held
in."

This statement cheered Luke somewhat. "And Tycho was cleared."

Nawara tapped his talon on the table, keeping his eyes downcast.
"Tycho was fortunate. The alleged victim walked into the courtroom
making the murder trial a moot point." He looked up at Luke. "I don't
think that will happen here."

A bright smile appeared on Luke's face, confusing Ven. Luke turned
around in his chair, his attorney doing the same. When Ven noticed
the redheaded woman in Jedi robes coming down the aisle, he twisted
back around, smiling to himself.

Luke stood up and walked to the railing, leaning over to grasp Mara
in a hug. Then he proceeded to hug his sister and brother-in-law. When
he reached for Chewie's paw to shake it, the Wookiee pulled him into
a
hug.

"Thanks for coming."

Han said, "Wouldn't miss it, Junior."

"Everything will be okay, Luke," Leia added.

Mara smiled at Luke. She had felt his mood change the instant she
entered the courtroom; he had been obsessing about his situation and
her appearance had ended that. Though she'd need to talk to him about
that bit of negativity she picked up on, she enjoyed his reaction to
her. To be the recipient of such adoration was a new concept to Mara,
but she was getting use to it. She came up with a witty comment, but
never used it.

The trial was about to begin.

All conversation ceased when the court clerk, a lanky Ho-Din,
entered.
"All rise for The Honorable Judge Al'seyr."

The entire court stood as the black-furred Bothan entered the
courtroom, climbing the steps to the High Bench. Above the judge,
light bars set up by holographers illuminated his approach. Once he
was seated, everyone else sat down. Looking at the jury, he asked,
"Foreman. Is the Jury ready?"

A dull green Rodian rose and answered, <Yes, your honor. >

His response was translated by a golden protocol droid.

"Councilor Janason. Is your team ready?"

"Yes, Your Honor."

"Councilor Ven?"

"Yes, Your Honor."

Hitting his gavel on the smooth bench surface, Judge Al'seyr
announced, "Court is now in session. State of Chad versus Luke
Skywalker. Charge is Murder in the First Degree."

The court reporter, a silver protocol droid, entered the information
into the court records as the judge spoke. A low murmur could be
heard coming from the upper gallery. There was silence when Al'seyr
addressed the prosecutors. "Councilor Janason. You may make your
opening statement."

The tall human from Chad stood up behind his table. Slowly walking
around it, he crossed over towards the jury box. Smoothing his suit,
he clasped his hands together and looked up at the judge.

"Your Honor," he said, then turned to the jury. "Esteemed jury. We
are here today to fight an injustice, to right a wrong. For too long,
a criminal has been free and you will have the duty of putting him
away where he can harm no one else."

He paused as looked at Luke, leaving no doubt as to whom the criminal
was.

"Just over a year ago, a vibrant member of our galactic community,
Callista Ming Skywalker, was brutally slain. The daughter of farmers
and a native of Chad, Miss Ming had served the people of the
Republic, as a Jedi Knight, as a member of our ambassadorial staff,
and then as contributing member of Chad University's Research
Division. It was while working on the familiar seas of her beloved
homeworld that Callista's life was taken away.

"Not by an accident, not by the merciless seas, but by the very being
that should have protected her. In the midst of the choppy seas, her
own husband, Luke Skywalker, with cold-hearted calculation, did
purposely aim a blaster at her chest and shoot her at point blank
range in the heart, killing her instantly. Seeking to hide his
heinous crime, the defendant scuttled her ship, allowing her body to
disappear into the murky depths."

He stopped a moment, allowing the jurors to envision his description
of the murder.

"Many have heard how the sea claims its dead and tells no tales but
in this case the seas themselves cried out for justice and gave up
her
dead. Callista herself calls out from beyond the grave asking that
her death be avenged.

"In this trial, we intend to prove that Luke Skywalker did with
premeditation, and without remorse, kill his wife."

Janason returned to his table, sitting down next to his partner, a
Chadra-fan. The sound of hushed whispers rose from the gallery. From
the back of the courtroom, several holographers zoomed in on the
defense table, hoping to pick up some reaction from the defendant.
Unfortunately, all that could be viewed was the back of his head. The
judge would not allow the holocams behind the bench. They wouldn't be
able to see the face of Luke Skywalker except when he turned around
or until he took the stand, if he did at all.

Ignoring the whispers, Nawara Ven waited for the judge to acknowledge
him. He leaned over to Luke and said, "Don't worry. It's his job to
make you look bad."

"I know, you told me that. I just wasn't expecting him to do such a
good job," Luke replied, not moving his head; he could feel the
holographers' interest in his reactions and there was no way in Hoth
he was going to give them one.

"Councilor Ven, you may make your statement," the judge declared.

Pushing his lekku behind his back, Nawara rose from his chair and
walked with a barely noticeable limp towards the jury box. He glanced
up at Al'seyr. "Thank you, Your Honor." Then looked at the jurors.
"Gentlebeings of the Jury." And lastly, at the prosecution. "Esteemed
colleagues."

Once he was sure he had their complete attention, he began his
statement.

"It is true that a life has been prematurely taken. Justice must
prevail and her murderer found.

"But justice will not be served by trying my client, for he is not
her murderer. He would never commit such a cowardly act as described
by my fellow attorneys. Taking the life of any sentient is anathema
to
the Jedi; it goes against everything they believe. Life is the center
of their religion. It is their dogma, the basis of everything they
hold true."

Ven gestured towards the table.

"Luke Skywalker is a Jedi Master. He reestablished the Jedi Order
and the principles for which it stands. The Jedi are the guardians of
peace and justice, supporters of all life. Luke Skywalker is a
respecter of life as all Jedi revere life. As Councilor Janason
pointed out, Callista Skywalker was also a Jedi Knight. It's what
brought them together and they shared this duty, agreeing with the
tenets of the order.

"My client has been known for his honesty and humility since he first
entered the Alliance fifteen years ago. As a warrior during the civil
war, he had to take lives but it was during battle against armed
opponents. A former Commander, Luke Skywalker is continually called
upon by the New Republic to assist in different capacities and he has
served us well.

"You have heard the prosecution's claim that my client Luke Skywalker
killed his ex-wife. I tell you that this man did not do such a thing.
He could not willingly take another life. He did not murder Callista
Skywalker. He loved her and would never have harmed her. He gave her
nothing but support in her new career. There was pain and sorrow when
he heard of her death; he grieved for her and he grieves still."

There was a momentary pause, allowing the jurors to get a good look
at Luke.

"I intend to provide evidence that he not only didn't murder her, but
he couldn't have done it."

Ven's lekku twitched a bit as he inclined his head at the judge. Then
he walked slowly back to his spot next to Luke. Though Nawara was
confident that he had reached the jury, there would be many more
obstacles to conquer. There was no denying that this trial would be
an uphill battle.

"Thank you, Councilor," Al'seyr said. "I'm calling Lunch Recess. We
will resume at 1300."

The Ho-Din returned and announced, "All rise."

Noisily, the entire courtroom stood as the Judge descended from his
bench and walked to his chambers. Once the judge was out of sight,
the jurors were led to the southeast corner of the courtroom. They
entered a large rectangular room that served as the Jury Room. The
southern wall was transparisteel with a small doorway to allow access
to an exterior balcony; there were controls inside that would make the
walls opaque for jury sequestering. Their escort operated the
controls
and soon they had complete privacy from prying eyes.

No such luxury was offered to Luke.

Han, Leia and Mara had gotten up from their seats and Chewy moved to
the railing gate, offering himself as lead. Ven lightly took Luke by
the arm and ushered him out of the defense area. It was slow going,
like going upstream without a power supply. In the midst of the
throng, Luke managed to get hold of Mara by the waist, holding her
tightly to himself.

As soon as they exited the court, holojournalists surrounded them,
hoping to get an interview with him. Several holocams were pointed at
them as holoreporters shouted, "Master Skywalker," or "Councilor Ven."

Nawara continued to repeat, "No Comment." But his words were
basically ignored.

Suddenly, one of the holojournalists called out Leia's name, actually
her title.

"Madame Chief of State. What is the New Republic's stance on this
trial?"

Leia was confused. "What do you mean?" Then she scolded herself for
replying at all.

"Will the New Republic stand by Master Skywalker or will they cast
him aside?"

Managing to contain her anger at such a question, Leia controlled her
reaction by ignoring the question.

The man continued this time with a different question. "What about
the scandal this has caused in the Senate?"

Taking a deep breath, Leia closed her eyes a moment and composed her
thoughts, a plan forming. "Why do you always look for scandals?"

"It's what the public wants."

Leia looked to Han, mentally sending him a picture of what she wanted
him to do. A lopsided smile formed on his face as he moved forward
and stood next to her. Without another word, Han pulled Leia into a
tight embrace. Letting go momentarily and using both his hands, he
pulled her face to his and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Han's hands moved down to her waist, and caressed her back. She
wrapped her arms around his neck and moved into the kiss. Dipping her
slightly, he continued kissing her a few minutes before breaking the
kiss and swinging her upright. Giving the holocams a lopsided smile,
Han Solo turned away from them and escorted his wife down the hall.
Leaning his head towards her, he whispered, "I like your
distractions."

His mouth still gaping at what had just happened, the holojournalist
looked around and realized that Luke and Mara Skywalker had
disappeared. "Hey, where'd they go?"

Though she was down the hallway, Leia felt the man's surprise through
the Force. Pleased that her distraction worked, she smiled.
**to be continued**

Chapter 26

Luke sent his sister a thought of thanks as he and Mara slipped into the massive crowd. After Mara covered her head with the hood of her robe, it was easier for her to disappear; her trademark red gold hair was no longer pinpointing their location. Making subtle Force suggestions to anyone who took notice of them, they were able to reach a side door and escape into the alley. They reached the lobby of their apartment building unnoticed, keeping to the less traveled walkways. Stopping in front of the turbolift and pushing the call button, Mara put her arms around Luke and pulled him into a tight embrace as they quietly waited for the lift to arrive.

As soon as the turbolift opened up, they entered it holding hands. Just before the doors slid shut, a stealthy, gray skinned creature stepped inside. Alert and prepared, the Noghri remained near the door, his only thoughts on defending the Son of Vader and his consort. Both occupants of the lift knew he was there but chose to ignore him.

Several days before at the medcenter, Luke told his sister of Mara's pregnancy. The next day, Leia came back with a Noghri, Khabriek, who she then assigned to keep an eye on her brother and his wife. Even though he wasn't too happy with her decision, Luke understood why she had done it. Leia was worried and wanted to protect her brother and his family in any way she could.

She had already told him about her dreams. Attempting to rationalize with him, she had explained that Khabriek was there because with all the exposure the trial was receiving, and considering all the enemies Luke had made in the past, he was a tempting target, especially being weaponless. It wouldn't hurt to have some extra help. Still, he didn't really think he needed a bodyguard. He was quite capable of defending himself. His biggest concern was for Mara's safety; she had already been harmed because of him. If a threat did arise, she would have help and be protected. For this reason, he had accepted Khabriek's presence. Plus, no one would know he had a bodyguard. Khabriek and his clan were quite adept at disappearing into the scenery.

Luke had acclimated to Khabriek's presence easier than Mara; in the past, he had spent a considerable amount of time with the Noghri. Mara on the other hand had very little exposure to them; she only endured Khabriek for Luke's sake. Sensing her annoyance at their loyal shadow, Luke sought to distract her attention. Framing her face with his hands, he softly caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. Then, using his left hand, he pushed her hood from off her head, entwining his fingers in her silky tresses. Trailing his right thumb along her cheek to under her jaw, he tilted her chin upwards and covered her mouth with his.

The turbolift arrived at their level, its door sliding open and allowing Khabriek to exit first. Peeking over Mara's shoulder and seeing the Noghri leave, Luke released Mara's lips. His arm wrapped loosely over her shoulders, Luke and Mara soon followed, senses alert for danger as well. Khabriek remained in the shadows as they made their way down the corridor. Nobody was in the hallway but them. Once they reached their door, Mara entered the new code. After the door had opened, Khabriek went in first, quickly scanning for danger and immediately disappearing into the apartment. After they stepped over the threshold and the door slid shut, Luke pulled Mara into a hug and kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry about Khabriek. You'll get used to him."

"Just what I need, another shadow," Mara humphed. "With Medeia..."

Gently placing his hand on her mouth he said, "Shh...Let's talk about it during lunch."

Playfully, she pushed away from him. "Yeah, yeah. It's always food with you."

Shrugging his shoulders, he walked by her, slapping her rear end as he passed. "Come on. I'll fix lunch."

"Ouch! Luke," she growled teasingly as she chased him into the kitchen.

**

Luke set a plate of tossed greens, sprinkled with a light vinaigrette sauce in front of Mara, then put a dish of steaming Corellian casserole in his place before sitting down in his chair. Stabbing some noodles with his fork, Luke blew on them then took a bite, chewing quickly. "Did you get back into the Emperor's files after I left this morning?"

"Yes," Mara said, then took a bite of her greens. "But someone else got in, too. The file's corrupted."

"Stang," Luke muttered.

Nibbling on some bread, Mara added, "I've got a call into Ghent. If anyone can recreate the file, he can."

Before continuing, Mara reached across the table, to take a fork-full of Luke's casserole. Raising an eyebrow, he chose to ignore her pilfering and asked, "How long do you think it will take Ghent to recreate it?"

Mara shrugged her shoulders, then took another bite of casserole. "I'm not sure. Probably quickly, though. The man's a whiz." She paused. "Still, I'm hoping to remember more. Since I've been out of the medcenter, most of my memories have come back," she paused, "except for what I found on that file."

"There is a Jedi technique for memory enhancement," Luke said, filling his fork with casserole and feeding it to Mara. "We could try it tonight after the trial."

Swallowing the food in her mouth, Mara replied, "Okay, I have a feeling that our time is short."

Luke stared at his plate, not looking at Mara. "I get the same feeling."

**

Dr. Marlin sat quietly in a small nondescript room across the hallway from the main courtroom. The subpoena had stated that she needed to report to the courthouse and be prepared to serve as a witness in Luke Skywalker's murder trial. She'd never been called as a witness, or even been to a trial before, and she was nervous. It didn't help that she was also afraid of the Jedi Master. She hoped she wouldn't have to wait long. She really wanted to get it over with.

"Dr. Marlin?" the guard asked as the door opened with a swish.

"Yes?"

"It's time."

**
A guard led the doctor to the main courtroom, directing Dr. Marlin to the witness stand.

In a lilting, singsong voice, a Ho'Din bailiff asked, "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?"

"I do," she replied.

The bailiff's head appendages twitched, and then he gestured to the chair in the witness box. "Please be seated."

The Ho'Din left, allowing Counselor Janason to take his place. He simply requested, "State your full name for the record."

"Professor Jalyn Marlin, Ph.D.," she replied with a bit of trepidation.

Standing calmly beside the box, Janason smiled at the professor, encouraging her to relax. "Dr. Marlin. You were on the team that found Callista Skywalker's ship?"

"Yes."

"Please describe how her ship was retrieved and what you found inside."

"Vard noticed an anomaly under the icecap. Special systems onboard our ark identified it as a manmade object, a ship to be precise. Jarius hooked the ship, which was called the Waverunner, and reeled it in, setting it on the deck. I entered the codes and opened the ship's lock. Callista was lying inside," Jalyn said, her voice cracking during the last sentence.

After getting precise details on the salvage operation, Janason continued his questioning. "I'm going to show you some holos, Doctor."

He returned to his table, retrieving a holocube and then activated the picture rotation. Carrying it over to Dr. Marlin, he held it up in front of her. The first holo was of a sleek speeder boat. A type of modified Nubian Bongo, it was completely enclosed and just large enough for two researchers to stand upright, and allowed storage space for their equipment. Developed especially for oceanographic research, Chad University had four of them. One of these speeders had been used exclusively by Callista Skywalker.

"Is this the ship your team retrieved?" Janason asked, indicating the boat with his finger.

Jalyn nodded.

"Please answer with a yes or no."

"Yes."

The next holo was of the interior of the vessel. Tape marked off where Callista's body had been found. Holes could be seen in the planking.

"Is this what the interior of the vessel looked like when you opened it?"

Swallowing hard, she nodded and then said in a small voice. "Yes."

"I know this is hard for you, Professor, but I have one more."

Janason held up the last holo it was one of Callista. Her face frozen in horror, thin blue lips stretched tight, her gray eyes wide open and glazed over, her malt brown hair snarled and twisted with seaweed; the gaping wound in the chest encrusted with some type of micro-organism. To her credit, Jalyn didn't turn away, but tears welled up in her eyes.

"Please tell the court who is in this holo."

"It's Callista," she managed to say in a choked-up voice.

"Thank you, Doctor," the prosecutor turned to Judge Al'seyr. "Your Honor. I'd like to introduce this holocube as evidence and have it entered on the record that Dr. Jalyn Marlin identified the victim's vessel, the Waverunner, the murder scene and the victim in the holos."

Reaching out four webbed fingers, the court clerk took the holocube and placed it upon the bench so that Judge Al'seyr could see it. Visually scanning the holocube, the judge declared, "Please enter this holocube into the official record as Exhibit A."

Professor Marlin stood up to leave but stopped when she heard a voice address her. "Doctor. I'm sorry but you haven't been excused yet," the judge reminded her. "Counselor Janason?"

"I've finished my questioning, Your Honor," Janason replied, then faced Ven. "Your witness."

Nawara stood up and walked over to the witness stand. "Hello, Doctor Marlin."

He waited for her to acknowledge his presence before he continued. "You told the court that you entered the codes for Callista's ship's lock. Were codes always required to open the vessel?"

"Yes."

"Who coded the ship?"

"The driver, well, Callista."

"How did you obtain Callista's codes?"

"As the head of the research team, I had access to all the codes. In case of emergency."

"Did anyone else have the codes for Callista's ship?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"You don't know for sure?"

"She might have told Kirawyn, but I really don't know."

"Did any other crew members have this same type of ship?"

"No. Just the three of us, Callista, Kirawyn and myself. A fourth ship was available but it was still at the University. It wasn't ready to go. Ours were delivered the day we left port."

"So, the vessels were only just delivered the day you left port. Only three of you received them and you had to encode them that same day. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Would it have been possible for somebody outside the research team to have access to the codes?"

"No."

"Let's go back to when you retrieved the sunken vessel. You had no trouble using the codes and opening the ship?"

"No."

"Did you see any evidence of the lock having been forced open or damage to the locking mechanism?"

"I, uh, don't think..." she shook her head, trying to remember.

"Doctor, surely you would remember if the lock had been tampered with," Ven admonished. Then he asked that the holocube be shown to the witness again.

"Now, look at the holo again, Doctor. Is there any evidence of tampering? Take a look at the exterior around the lock."

Jalyn squinted at the holo, trying to see the lock and visualize what it looked like when she opened. "No. I don't remember any tampering and it was working fine. If it had been tampered with, it wouldn't have worked."

Ven faced the jury. "Therefore, only three crewmembers had these special ships. You were the only ones who knew the codes required to access them. And Callista's boat had not been tampered with and the locking mechanism worked fine. Is that correct, Doctor?"

"Yes."

"Therefore, my client could not have known the access codes."

"He must have..."

"Doctor, you just told the court that only the three of you on the ark knew the codes."

"But, Callie could have called him..."

Ven walked to his table and retrieved two datadiscs, holding one up. "According to the ship's log, no transmissions were made from the research vessel until after Callista's vessel sank."

"He could have read her mind."

"Doctor Marlin, are you now speaking as an expert on Jedi abilities?" Nawara asked.

"Everybody knows that the Jedi can read other's minds," Jalyn said uncomfortably, she had feared being treated roughly by the attorneys.

"From across the galaxy? Not likely," Nawara said. "A Jedi needs to be near the person. Besides, no one could read Callista's mind."

Scattered whisperings could be heard throughout the courtroom. Holding up the other datadisc, Nawara declared, "On this disc is a deposition from Cilghal, a Jedi Knight and healer. According to her, Callista Skywalker was unable to access the Force, the source of the Jedi's power. She couldn't use it. In addition to her inability to use the Force, other Jedi could not use the Force on her. She was a void, basically non-existent to any Force sensitive. She was, for all intents and purposes, invisible to any and all Jedi. It was impossible for my client to pull any information from her mind."

Dr. Marlin stared at Ven, then at Luke. She had never seen Callista exhibit any Force related attributes, but didn't realize that it was because she couldn't. Callie always wore her lightsaber, so Jalyn just assumed...If he didn't get the codes from Callie...She rubbed her temples. It wasn't as simple as she had thought.

Ven smiled. "Thank you, Doctor. No more questions."

"Your Honor, I would like to submit these datadiscs containing the ship's log and Cilghal's deposition as defense Exhibits A and B," Nawara said, handing the discs to the court clerk.

After quickly perusing the datadiscs, Judge Al'seyr accepted the evidence and had them placed on the official record.

**
The prosecution's second attorney, Mahalian Roat, a diminutive Chadra Fan, approached the bench. "Your Honor, the prosecution submits two notarized depositions from Vard Lex and Jarius, verifying Dr. Marlin's testimony regarding the murder scene."

Nawara declared, "Objection! Jarius' claims that the holes in the planking were made by a lightsaber were inconclusive, and just a wild guess."

Mahalian rebutted, "An independent study was conducted and it scientifically verified Jarius' statement."

"Overruled," ruled Al'seyr.

Not one to give up, Ven asked, "Have they determined what type of lightsaber caused the damage?"

Confused, Roat was speechless, stumped by the question. Janason stood up and said, "It makes no difference. Any lightsaber makes the same type of damage"

Nawara countered, "It most certainly does. Every Jedi makes his or her own lightsaber; therefore, each one is custom made and different. My client isn't the only owner of a lightsaber. With the dozen or so lightsabers carried by the new Jedi at the academy, and the thousands of lightsabers still unaccounted for after the war, it could have been anyone of them that was used."

There was quiet in the courtroom as all involved digested Ven's statement. It was a risky move on Nawara's part. He knew that all lightsabers caused the same damage; it was impossible to differentiate. His sole aim with his question was to make sure that the jurors were aware that there were many lightsabers, and owners thereof, in the galaxy; Luke Skywalker was not the only Jedi with one.

His ploy worked. Jarius' deposition was still entered as evidence but the judge allowed Nawara's comments about lightsabers to stay on the official record.

Even though the defense had scored two small victories, this was no time to celebrate.

There were larger battles upcoming.
*to be continued*

Chapter 27

<The state of Chad calls Dirk Hunsen to the stand, > Mahalian Roat declared, her words translated by the silver droid.

Once again, the Ho'Din swore in a witness, this time the coroner. After a few preliminary questions, Roat began her examination by asking Hunsen to detail his autopsy findings.

Sitting ramrod straight, Dirk Hunsen stated, "I received the victim from the ark one day after she was pulled from the sea. The body was well preserved in the frigid waters. Little decay had occurred. I had no problem running all my tests accurately."

<Would you please tell the court the cause of death? > Mahalian requested.

"Blaster shot to the heart."

<From how far away was she shot? >

"Not far at all." Picking up a holo of Callista's body, he pointed to the blackened spot on her chest. "If you notice the charred area here, it is contained. I estimate that the blaster muzzle was only a few centimeters away. Set on the highest setting, it violently pierced her heart, killing her instantly."

<She saw her assailant? >

"From the angle of the shot and the residue at the entrance of the wound, the murderer was directly in front of her. There is no way she couldn't have seen."

<That would mean she knew the murderer. Most likely someone she knew very well. Why else would she allow him to get close enough for such a brutal attack. >

"Objection!" Nawara shouted. "Counsel is drawing conclusions."

Al'seyr said, "Sustained."

Chittering quietly to herself, Mahalian decided to stop her line of questioning. <Your Honor, I wish to submit as evidence the autopsy report, > she announced to the judge, handing a datadisc to the court clerk.

After the autopsy report was handed to and accepted by Judge Al'seyr, Roat returned to her seat. Then, Counselor Janason stood up and carried a small black case to a table set in front of the bench.

Turning his attention to Dr. Hunsen, he asked, "Have you been able to determined the type of blaster used?"

"The weapons expert on my team reported that it was a Blastech blaster."

"Has the blaster been found?"

"Yes."

Placing a pair of gloves on his hands, Janason opened the case and pulled out a blaster. He held it up at eye level, then rotated his wrist slightly, offering the weapon for viewing to the witness, the jury and the judge. "Is this the blaster?"

"Yes."

Janason then addressed the Judge. "This gun was found in the same compartment as the victim's body. Forensic testing verifies this as the murder weapon. We'd like to offer it as evidence, Your Honor."

"Accepted. The court reporter will enter it into the official record," replied Judge Al'seyr.

Janason began to walk back to his table, when he suddenly stopped and turned back to the Judge. "Your Honor. I have two more items of evidence in relation to the blaster." Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulled out two small flimsies. "This flimsy indicates that the murder weapon is legally registered to the defendant. This one contains the fingerprints found on the blaster and the ones of Luke Skywalker." He paused. "They match."

Nawara stood up to challenge the prosecutor's last statement. "I object. The defense conducted independent forensic testing on that blaster. The results were inconclusive since the imprints were blurred and smudged."

"Overruled."

Counselor Janason smiled smugly as he walked towards the no-man's zone between the defense and prosecution tables. Nawara smiled back, his sharp-toothed grin much more menacing. Shifting his direction to the far side of his table, Janason said, "Your witness."

Ven nodded graciously. "Your Honor. I would like to submit this independent forensic test on the blaster as a defense exhibit. The testing results were inconclusive since the fingerprints were blurred and smudged."

Al'seyr directed the court reporter to add the evidence, then told Ven to begin his cross-examination.

"No questions, Your Honor."

**
That evening, Luke began to meditate as soon as they arrived home, keeping his promise to help Mara remember the missing file information. He knew as well as she that it was the key to solving the mystery of Medeia. In order to perform the memory enhancing technique properly, Luke needed a clear mind, but after today's trial he didn't have one. He took a deep breath and began to relax into meditation. Images of Callista's battered corpse assaulted his senses. Her lifeless eyes bore into his very soul, so accusingly, so horrified. It was his fault. Then the dream of Callista's murder replayed in his mind, only this time it was different.

A blaster shot burned through her heart, charring her clothing, her face twisted in agony. A golden lightsaber flashed before her face, obscuring her body from view. Murky waters filled the cabin. Her hollow eyes staring accusingly, her arms lifted and she pointed at him.

"Luke, I'll be avenged."

Sweat lined Luke's brow. His heart palpitated and his head throbbed as he thrust the phantasm out of his thoughts and mind. Suddenly, the images vanished and he entered a peaceful state of awareness.

Mara leaned against the refresher door, watching as Luke fought his inner battle. She wondered when, and even if, he would overcome his internal demons. The trial had magnified the turmoil in his spirit and the specter of Callista continued to overshadow their happiness. Mara had no doubt about Luke's love, but he had been unable to eradicate Callista from his mind; there had been no closure after her death. For him to now be accused of taking her life had opened up the floodgates of despair and guilt, fertile breeding grounds for the Dark Side. If he proved incapable of closing those gates, she would have to do it for him, if possible.

Luke's soft blue eyes opened and gazed at her. "Mara. You ready?"

She nodded, then walked over and joined him on their bed, sitting cross-legged and facing him. Pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Mara scooted closer to Luke. He reached out his hands, placing his fingertips on Mara's temples. Gazing into her jade green eyes, he began to massage her temples, helping her to relax. Her eyelids fluttered, then closed. In a soft calming voice, Luke directed her inwards, into her memories.

Visual images of the day she was pushed off the balcony flashed before her eyes.

Artoo answered the door. I'm looking at the words on the monitor. I can't see them; maybe if I squint? I'm focusing on the words. Where was the name again? There, at the bottom. It's supposed to be at the bottom.

The words blurred and Mara began to hyperventilate. Luke gently hushed her, giving her mind a Force caress. "It's okay, Mara. Relax and you'll see it."

Heeding his words, she took a deep breath and settled into her task once more.

The file is Current Candidate. A Fallanassi offered to join Palpatine. He took her up on it because he wanted to learn their powers. He began to train her in Sith Arts. He was going to have me trained but his death prevented it. Her name wasn't given at first. It's at the bottom. I remember the bottom. I've found it!

Her eyes opened as she pulled out of the trance. Her expression hard, she said, "Akanah."

His lips pursed. Luke then said, "Must be the same Akanah as on the tape."

He leaned over to the nightstand and retrieved his comlink. Mara grabbed his hand, preventing him from using it. "Luke, what are you doing?"

Luke gave her a puzzled look. "I was going to call Major Hoover and tell him that Akanah is Medeia."

"And how were you planning on telling him how you came to that conclusion?"

It didn't take Luke long to understand her meaning. Putting the comlink down, he asked, "So, what do we do with this information? Granted, I didn't expect Hoover to be able to take Medeia down but the information would help him."

Mara stretched her tight muscles. "Oh, he'll get the information. Just not from you."

"Okay, how were you planning on telling him? Seems to me that breaking and entering would invalidate the information."

"As a former Imperial, I doubt that my access to the Emperor's files would be considered breaking and entering. As for our fact finding mission, he doesn't need to know," she stated, emphasizing the last few words.

Still not convinced, Luke asked, "What if he found out?"

"He won't. Now, stop arguing with me. I'm right and you know it."

Luke sighed and lay back on the bed. "Yeah. But you don't have a file to give him."

"You of little faith," she said, shaking her head. Clenching her fists, she declared, "Once Ghent is finished, I'll have a file. Then Akanah R. Pell, Administrative Assistant for Lucazec Limited, will regret that she ever tangled with Mara Jade Skywalker."

**
Arriving at the courtroom the next morning, Luke took his seat next to Nawara, greeting the lawyer with a subdued smile. Watching the jury file in, he wondered what it must feel like to be the beings responsible for deciding the fate of another sentient. He'd been in their position before. As a fighter pilot and a Jedi, he had to make that decision many times. But this time it was different; he was on the receiving end. The biggest question on his mind was whether they really thought he did it?

Noticing the pensive mood of his client, Ven delayed his briefing and returned his attention to his datapad. He was drawn out of his work when Luke asked, "Who's on the docket against me today?"

"Air Traffic Controllers from Chad and Coruscant, Garris Fluores from the Chadian Embassy, and an R2D2 unit."

Luke was shocked. "They're putting an astromech on the stand!" he exclaimed in astonishment.

Equally confused, Nawara reread his trial notes. "It must be a mistake, an input error. Probably some evidence and not a witness."

Luke's next comment was cut off by the arrival of the Judge.

**

The air traffic controller from Chad only answered a few questions from the prosecution before Janason presented his evidence to the judge. "Your Honor," he said, holding up a datapad. "Space port records for Chad indicating the arrival of an X-Wing class ship into its airspace, one day previous to the murder of Callista Skywalker. The starfighter is identified as AA589 and is legally registered to the defendant."

"Your witness," Janason announced to Ven.

Nawara limped to the box and began his cross-examination. "Mr. Capsi. At any time during the arrival of the X-wing in system to its landing on planet, did you have a verbal conversation with the pilot?"

Capsi ponder the question, then answered, "No. Request to land was transmitted by astromech. The ship's communications system had a short, so the pilot couldn't speak to us. His R2 sent out the appropriate clearance codes and we sent back the landing coordinates."

"So, you never got a visual of the pilot?"

"No."

"Or heard the pilot's voice?"

"No."

"Then, how could the pilot be identified? There could have been a woman in that cockpit and you won't have known. The cockpit could have been empty for all you know."

Janason shouted, "Objection. He's badgering the witness."

"Sustained."

Lekku twitching, Ven acknowledged the judge and rephrased his question. "How did you identify the pilot?"

"Through the IFF transponder. We run the numbers through our system. New Republic X-Wing AA589 belongs to Luke Skywalker."

Nawara positioned himself so that he could see the witness and the jury. "That's not quite right," he began. "New Republic X-Wing AA589 did belong to Luke Skywalker."

A collective gasp was heard in the courtroom. Ven continued, "But, the X-Wing you claim entered Chad's airspace last year was not AA589 and it was not piloted by Luke Skywalker. According to New Republic military records, X-Wing AA589 was destroyed shortly after the Thrawn crisis. Therefore, my client could not have entered Chad airspace in the aforementioned X-Wing." He paused, turning to the judge. "Your Honor, I submit New Republic records confirming the destruction of X-Wing AA589 several years prior to the erroneous spaceport records from Chad."

As Ven walked back towards his table, he said, "No more questions. And might I suggest, Mr. Capsi, that Chad update its spaceport computer system."

**
Ven managed to get permission from Judge Al'seyr that would allow Luke to leave the courtroom through a side exit. The press wasn't covering the door so Luke would be able to leave without being accosted. Mara suggested that they meet at the restaurant; she slipped out the courtroom as soon as court was adjourned. Mara waited for Luke at a small caf?ehind the Justice building. She had secured a small, secluded table in the back of the caf?away from prying eyes.

Unfortunately, someone had followed her.

A young, dark haired man plopped down at her table. "Hello. How is the second Mrs. Skywalker, today?"

She glared at him, then said, "I suggest that you leave. Now."

"Why? Is Luke the jealous type? What am I saying, of course he is and I can't blame him..." he stopped when Mara pulled out her wrist blaster, set it to kill and placed it on the table, her hand resting on it.

"What do you want, Garris?" demanded Luke as he arrived at the table, sitting down next to Mara.

Unfazed by the Master's appearance, Garris Fluores said, "Well, hello Luke. Things seem to be going well for you at the trial. I was really worried at first."

Instantly suspicious, Luke knew that Fluores wanted something. The younger man had never liked him and had even been afraid of him; Garris would certainly not be worried for him. And it seemed that Garris had overcome his fear. In a sarcastic tone, Luke said, "I'm really touched by your concern but we would like to have our lunch."

Rubbing his hands together, Garris exclaimed, "Lunch! What a lovely idea."

Mara was extremely irritated by Garris' audacity. Lifting her blaster, she snarled, "You're not invited."

A slight Force nudge from Luke caused her to put away her blaster.

"Cut the bantha dung, and tell me what you want Garris," demanded Luke.

"Me? Want something? What could I a simple lowly clerk in a provincial embassy possibly want?"

"Do tell," Mara said.

"I've always wondered what it's like to own a space yacht. It's really quite a pain having to pay for passage on someone else's ship. Wouldn't you agree?"

Luke made no reply; he knew what was coming. Mara knew too. "And you'd like some help obtaining a yacht?" she asked.

"I knew you were a smart woman. Of course, I'd repay you," he stated, leaning forward on his elbows.

Luke jumped in. "And how would you do that, Mr. Lowly Clerk?"

"I'm scheduled to testify this afternoon. Legal proceedings make me nervous and I might not remember everything."

"You'd lie on the witness stand." It was a statement, not a question.

"Lie is such a harsh word, Luke. I prefer selective memory loss," he said smugly.

Angry at Garris' blackmail attempt, Luke growled, "I'd prefer that you leave now and I might just forget to tell the Judge about your offer."

Realizing that he had overstayed his welcome, Garris rose from his chair. "Hey. I just thought you might be interested."

"You took a stupid chance sticking your neck out like that," stated Mara.

Garris' eyes grew wide as he reached protectively for his throat. "Please, lady. Don't say neck with your husband around."

Luke and Mara watched him turn around and leave hurriedly. Mara wished she had shot him but if any witnesses failed to show up, Luke would be blamed. Their appetites gone, they left the caf?nd returned to the courthouse.

It would be an ugly afternoon in the courtroom.
**to be continued**

Chapter 28

During their walk back to the courtroom, Luke and Mara discussed what they should do about Garris' proposition, or rather whether they should tell Ven. The carefully worded conversation would make it hard to prove blackmail. Garris had chosen his words carefully. Both Luke and Mara could sense the man's intent as he spoke; he would leave out crucial information on the stand in exchange for a ship. But they couldn't accuse him outright, since an explanation of how they knew Fluores' intent would be necessary. Then, the court might want more detailed explanations of Jedi abilities, something neither Skywalker really wanted included in the proceedings. The less the jury knew about mind reading and sensory enhancement the better. On the other hand, Fluores' unedited testimony could hurt Luke's defense by exposing his violent temper for the jury's deliberations. Neither choice was pleasant. After considering the possible alternatives, they decided that it would be best if Luke reported the encounter to Ven; Luke would be in worse trouble if the court found out from other sources that he had withheld information.

**

At an exterior side door to the Justice Building, Mara kissed Luke goodbye, her lips lingering on his. She drew back slowly, not wanting to stop but knowing that time was short. Somehow, even though the trial was slated to last through the next week, Mara could feel that it would be over much sooner. What she hadn't felt yet was whether the outcome would be favorable. The sabacc cards were stacked against Luke but their fortunes would get better. Unfortunately, it required a lot of work, cutting into their free time. That made these tender moments more precious. Brushing her fingertips across his cheek, she sighed, "I better let you go. I'll see you in the courtroom."

Luke gently took hold of her hand, caressing her palm with his thumb, then kissed her hand. He was tired of continually having to separate from his wife and it was wearing on him. For Sithsakes, they'd only been married a few months and had spent very little time together. It was a miracle she had gotten pregnant. It was difficult getting to know each other during a major trial, but they were working on it, though it was slow going. "I'm never letting you go." He ran his fingers through her hair pulling her close for another kiss. "Have I told you I love you?"

"Yes," she answered, playfully covering his mouth with her hand. "Several times. However, I suggest you get inside and talk to Nawara. Unless, you plan on getting thrown in jail for being late."

"Fine," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm going. I'll see you in the bedroom."

"Courtroom," Mara corrected as she moved away from him and began walking down the alley.

"Yeah, courtroom," he corrected himself. His eyes riveted to her retreating figure, Luke shouted, "I love you."

Her silent reply echoed in his mind, stirring up feelings of warmth and acceptance. Luke truly felt that he was the luckiest man in the galaxy; to be loved by this most exquisite, beautiful and intelligent woman was certainly a blessing from the Force. As Mara disappeared around the corner, he slapped the button that opened the door and reluctantly, but purposefully entered the sterile, austere courtroom.
**
Ven was already seated at their table, reviewing a datapad, deep in thought. Luke walked to the table, sat down next to his attorney, and made his presence known by placing his hand on Nawara's wrist. In a soft voice, Luke detailed his luncheon meeting with Garris Fluores.

Startled at the audacity of the next witness pulling such a risky stunt, Nawara immediately sought a private meeting with the prosecution to discuss the incident. The court required notification of unauthorized meetings between defendants and witnesses or jurors; the chances of a mistrial were too high if such events went unchecked. Nawara thought that they might be able to use it to the defense's advantage. The subtle attempt at blackmail gave him some ammunition he could use to discredit the witness and maybe even get Fluores barred from giving testimony.

The judge extended the recess and brought all the attorneys into his chambers. From his seat, Nawara spoke first. "There's been a violation of court rules. One of your witnesses approached my client during the recess."

"Oh, really?" said Janason. "Who would that be?"

The man's sardonic tone put Ven on the alert. "Garris Fluores. He approached the Skywalkers during recess and spoke about his upcoming testimony," he explained.

"Is that right? We seem to have conflicting accounts," Janason replied. "Fluores told us that it was he who was approached."

Taken aback by this declaration, Nawara remained silent. This was an unexpected tactic on Fluores' part, though it did make perfect sense. Garris must have realized that Luke would report the encounter so he sought to cover his bases. The man was obviously smart and conniving, but the defense attorney needed to be smarter, especially if he was going to get Luke off. Maybe a little shaking was in order.

"How can I be sure he's going to tell the truth? After this lunch meeting, his testimony is suspect," Ven said, then turned to the judge. "Your Honor, I'd like to bar Mr. Fluores from testifying. He's already violated court orders about non-contact and I fear that he might alter his testimony."

<You don't know that. He said he was the one contacted. Why should he lie about that? > Mahalian stated, her words translated by her partner.

Standing up, Nawara looked pointedly at Roat and asked in a tight voice, "Are you insinuating that my client is lying?"

Seeking to lessen the tension, Al'seyr stood up and interrupted, "Counselors. Ven, sit down, please." Once Nawara sat down, Al'seyr continued, " I think we have a clear case of it's my word against yours. I'm not going to bar Fluores from testifying but I am going to assure myself that he understands the importance of telling the truth in my courtroom."

**
Luke's eyes followed Nawara as the attorney returned to the courtroom. Judging from Ven's emotions and his stride, Luke could tell that the meeting with Garris was successful, at least in Nawara's eyes. Luke hoped that Fluores would not testify. Once his attorney was seated, Luke leaned over and whispered, "How'd it go?"

"Good. Al'seyr reminded him about the rules of non-contact and then fined him. The little lecture on perjury helped." Nawara paused. "Since Fluores claimed to have been approached by you, the judge decided to fine you as well. He didn't want to give either side a reason to call for a mistrial."

Disappointed, Luke sighed, "That's just great. Do me a favor. You tell Mara about the fine."

"You don't pay me enough," Ven said deadpan. "Luke, it will be okay. Trust me to do my job."

"I do. It's just so hard..." Luke didn't continue his words, his mind wandering. He had hoped that Garris would have been dropped as a witness because he felt the man's testimony was damaging to his case, not to mention embarrassing. Luke wasn't looking forward to reliving that night the night he made a big mistake and let his temper control his actions. The night that marked the end to his already fragile marriage. If only...

"The Honorable Judge Al'seyr presiding. All rise."

The bailiff's announcement broke into Luke's thoughts. He stood mechanically, then sat down again as court was called to order.
**
Garris Fluores sat relaxed in the witness box. Glaring at Luke whenever his eyes darted in that direction, it was easy to tell that he didn't like the Master. Any fear that he once harbored of the Jedi Master had since been replaced with anger and hatred. Garris was positive that the high and mighty Skywalker would be convicted and he had the satisfaction of knowing that his testimony would be partly responsible. A huge grin spread on his face as he thought of what was coming. The coup d'?t would be Kirawyn's testimony; she would seal the Masters' fate. He was looking forward to the day she would take the stand. A chittering noise drew him out of his musings.
**
Luke could tell that Fluores was angry; the man kept staring and sneering at him between questions. Luke remained passive, not wanting to add fuel to the flames of hatred and anger. Putting up a wall against the dangerous emotions, Luke mentally pulled himself out of the room. Soon, the questions of the prosecution and the answers of the witness didn't even register in his mind. Luke was reliving the memories. The Memories of that evening the images of that intrusion into his home slowly came back to him. The imagery. The emotions. The lust. The anger. Immersed in the past, he could vaguely hear Ven speaking. Curious to catch up on what was happening, Luke pulled out of the dark past, focusing his attention on the present.

Nawara exclaimed, "Objection. I fail to see the relevance of this line of questioning."

<Your Honor, the relevance will become clear. >

"Overruled, but see to it that you establish relevancy quickly."

Luke watched the Chadra-Fan prosecutor nod and review her notes before she resumed her questions. <Would you please recount the events of the night that you decided to express your feelings to Callista? >

"It was frightening. After an especially rough day... an economic summit I think it was...I was assigned to assist Callista. Anyway, that night I escorted her home. I asked her if we could talk. She agreed and we were sitting on the couch, talking, when all of a sudden, her husband burst in," Garris paused to shudder. "I was grabbed and thrown hard against a wall. I reached out my hands to defend myself but I couldn't reach anyone. He was across the room. I struggled but couldn't move. Then I couldn't even breathe. It was when I couldn't find any hands around my throat that I realized he was using his Jedi sorcery on me."

<Explain. >

"It was terrifying. He stood there, his eyes half-closed, his index finger and thumb coming in closer together. Like this." He demonstrated a pinch that Darth Vader had used quite often. "He didn't stop until Callista yelled at him."

<What did she say? >

"She said, 'Luke, Stop it. You're killing him.' I thought for sure I was going to die."

<Then what? >

"He blinked and I fell down limp and gasping. Before I could even catch my breath, he told me to leave."

<What about Callista? >

"She stayed but I was concerned for her safety. The next day, she accepted a new position on Chad. She filed for divorce and left. I never saw her again."

<Your Honor. The prosecution would like to submit the divorce decree between Callista Skywalker and Luke Skywalker. >

"I object," Nawara stated. "My client had been divorced from the deceased prior to her death. It has no bearing on this case."

<On the contrary, it does have bearing. The divorce was never finalized. The defendant refused to sign the order, > the prosecutor replied, her large ears twitching as the protocol droid translated her words.

Mara's face revealed nothing but her insides were churning. She knew that finding the copy of Luke's divorce decree was a bad omen. His hesitation at signing it in the first place was coming back to haunt him. A tingling feeling in the Force was telling her that it was going to get worse. She watched as Luke leaned over to Ven, whispering into his ear. Nawara nodded, then said, "My client had wished for a reconciliation. When it became apparent that reconciliation was not likely, he signed the decree and submitted it. Therefore, it has no bearing."

Mahalian continued, <Your Honor, the fact that the defendant didn't sign the decree lends credence to our case and provides a motive. His temper is volatile as displayed when he encountered Mr. Fluores with his wife. We contend that he didn't want the divorce and when she persisted, he killed her. >
**
Luke clenched his fist as he contained his anger at their twisted view of his divorce. It wasn't like that. Garris didn't tell the whole truth either; his testimony neglected the fact that his advances were unwanted and unsolicited by Callista. Gritting his teeth, Luke wanted to jump up and shout at them that Garris was a liar and the prosecutors were wrong! He loved Callista; his actions that night were to protect her. No one could think or do such things to his wife. It was his duty to defend her. He would not fail her; she must not think him a failure...

'Luke!' screamed Mara through their mental bond. 'Snap out of it.'

Shunting aside his dark emotions, Luke urged his muscles to relax and pushed the tension away, stopped the descent into despair and self-abasement. If it weren't for Mara's continual reminders... Sith, he thought. I'm in for it. Even though he knew he was in trouble with his wife, he was glad that the ysalamiri were far enough away to allow him to access the Force. He needed the silent assurances from both Mara and Leia to survive the usually monotonous proceedings. Rather than dwell on the 'talk' Mara would be having with him that evening, he returned his thoughts to the trial.

Convincing the court that he was telling the truth about the divorce decree would be tough without having the fully executed copy. When Luke first told Ven about the unsigned documents, the attorney had instigated a search for the final signed decree. Luke had hoped it would have been found by now, but it hadn't so far. They only had Luke's word that it had been signed and lately his word didn't seem to carry much weight. Kirawyn was the only one who could substantiate his claim; she was the one he sent it to in the first place. It was unlikely she would do so, since she was a witness for the prosecution.

His best hope to discredit, or at least lessen the impact of Garris' testimony would be for Nawara to show that Fluores had made unwanted advances and that Luke was in his rights to toss the man out of his house. Luke sighed at his own twisted logic. Sure, he could toss the man out but he didn't have the right to strangle him. The fact that he had used asphyxiation as his weapon of choice was frightening. Luke wondered if he was subconsciously becoming his father. It was a good thing that the average citizen was unaware of Luke's ancestry. The media would have a feeding frenzy with that piece of information.

**
To begin the cross-examination, Nawara Ven asked, "Mr. Fluores, you mentioned that you wanted to express your feelings to Callista on the night in question. Did she express similar feelings?"

"She didn't get the chance. Her husband came home," he remarked snidely.

Thoughtfully, Ven said, "Her husband. Callista was still married when you sought her attentions?"

"So. She wasn't happy. I wanted to offer her some happiness," Garris replied.

"Where did you take her that evening? Before you took her home."

"A little tap caf?ear the Imperial Palace."

"That would be the Red Guardian Inn?"

"Yes. I don't remember what we ate," he answered sarcastically.

"No problem. I've got the bill." Ven pulled a datadisc from his pocket. "Two nerf steaks, marinated. Side of Greens, Tubers Tatooine. You remember now?"

Garris nodded. "Yeah."

"Care to tell us what else you ordered?"

"Wine," he mumbled.

"Not just any wine. It says one bottle of vintage Alderaanian Chablis. The waitress distinctly remembers you standing up and making a toast..."

"Objection. He's leading the witness."

"Sustained."

Nawara glanced at the floor. "Please tell the court why you ordered an expensive bottle of wine."

Garris shifted in his chair. Swallowing, he replied, "To celebrate."

Cocking his head, Ven stated, "It's perfectly okay to use complete sentences, Mr. Fluores. I'd like to hear the whole story from you instead of calling the waitress to the stand."

Straightening his back, Garris began, "I ordered the wine to celebrate the start of our relationship."

"There, that wasn't so hard." Ven smiled. "Now, would you tell the court about Callista's reaction to your announcement."

"She wasn't excited. She told me she wasn't interested in me romantically. She even said she was insulted that I would think she would cheat on her husband. But I knew the marriage was on the outs, so I figured I'd take my chances."

"What happened after you took her home?"

Garris shrugged. "I romanced her. I figured I'd show her how I felt, let her know what she was missing and she'd change her mind."

"Let me get this straight. You romanced, actually forced your attentions on a married woman who had already told you she wasn't interested? And you were surprised that her husband was upset?"

"Yeah, what of it? He didn't need to choke me."

"No more questions," Ven stated as he walked to his chair.
**
Since this is so long, I'll be posting the second half of the chapter momentarily.
Here is the remainder of Ch. 28.

Mahalian stood and addressed the judge. <Your Honor, in light of evidence delivered during Mr. Fluores testimony, the prosecution would like to submit a deposition from a gentlebeing who was recently subjected to the defendant's 'choking' ability. >

Puzzled by this new information, Ven perused his datapad, looking for an entry regarding the new evidence. "I don't see anything on the logs. Why wasn't I informed about this deposition? Who is it from?"

<We just received the deposition over a secure holonet transmission during the recess and had no time to enter it. Considering it confirms Mr. Fluores description of his assault, we felt that it needed to be submitted now, > she replied. <The deposition is from M'Crik, an independent small business man from Corellia. >

Astonished at the mention of the pirate's name, Luke glanced back at Mara who had a similar reaction. At first, Mara wondered how the prosecution got M'Crik's name? But she knew exactly from whom it came. Medeia must have supplied the information as part of her plan to guarantee that Luke would not be acquitted. It became more urgent that she reconstruct the Current Candidate file. Once she got the file to Hoover, Mara was going after the Sith Lord. Medeia's time was short.

After taking a calming breath, Luke whispered to Nawara the true identity of the supposed small businessman. Nawara's eyes grew wide as Luke quickly told him about the kidnapping. Standing up, he said, "Objection. M'Crik is the leader of a pirate organization and is currently a felon serving time for kidnapping. The fact that he attempts to legitimize his occupation by mislabeling it makes the whole deposition suspect. I object to its submission."

<M'Crik's view of his occupation maybe different than ours, but it doesn't change the fact that during a conversation with the defendant, he was suddenly choked by your client. >

"He was holding a blaster to Mara's heart and threatening to kill her," Luke exclaimed, unable to restrain his voice.

Al'seyr banged his gavel. "Master Skywalker. Your comment is out of order."

Luke nodded his head, then glanced at his attorney who was still standing and looking at the prosecutors.

Nawara refused to back down to the overly zealous attorneys. He asked, "Does M'Crik mention anywhere in his deposition that he was committing a felony at the time?"

<No, but we only have the defendant's word about that. And Skywalker is on trial for committing a felony... >

"I'm sure that Mrs. Skywalker sees it differently. Perhaps if we ask her..." Ven interjected angrily.

Suddenly, a new voice was heard over the attorneys. "I was there too. Why don't you ask me?"

All eyes converged on the new speaker, Han Solo, standing at the railing behind the defense table. "I'll be glad to come up there and tell you what happened."

"Order! Bailiff, remove that man from the court," Al'seyr demanded, banging his gavel.

Ignoring the judge, Ven continued, "What do you say, Counselor? Shall we have Captain Solo tell us about M'Crik's conversation with Master Skywalker?"

Waving her arm towards Han, who was being escorted down the aisle towards the exit, Mahalian said, <Any testimony of Captain Solo's would be questionable. He's related to the defendant. >

Dramatically tossing his arms in the air, Ven declared, "Questionable? That's absurd." Nawara took a deep breath and continued his diatribe. "What's more absurd is that you tried to submit this questionable evidence from a questionable witness without putting it through the proper channels."

"Enough!" shouted Judge Al'seyr, slamming his gavel hard on the bench. "Order has been called. Counselor Ven, Counselor Roat, you will both stop making a mockery of this court," Al'seyr admonished. "A high profile case does not give you the right to resort to such theatrics in MY court. Ven, I'm fining you in contempt of court. Roat, I'm rejecting the submission of that deposition. I'm calling a short recess. Court is adjourned until 1500."

He rapped the gavel one more time, then the court clerk announced, "All rise."

"Luke, we need to talk. Follow me," Nawara said as Judge Al'seyr exited the courtroom.

**
Luke could tell that Nawara was upset. The attorney continued to pace after Luke had sat down in a small room adjacent to the larger courtroom. Crossing his arms, Luke looked at the Twi'lek and said, "Just say it."

Ven stopped pacing and looked at Luke. Sitting down in a chair opposite the Jedi, he placed his palms on the table. "Alright. You should have told me about this M'Crik character."

"It had nothing to do with the case. I didn't think it mattered," Luke explained.

"It does matter. I told you they would go in depth to find out everything about you and what you have done. I need to know about every incident to be prepared," Nawara stated firmly. "I was caught off guard and I don't like the feeling."

"I'm sorry, Nawara," Luke apologized. "I had no idea they would even know about M'Crik, let alone actually get a deposition from him. He's supposed to be in prison on Corellia. Captain Herm would have contacted me if he wasn't."

Ven's talons tapped the table a couple times as he shifted to a more comfortable position. "Luke. I know you have a lot of enemies and you have given me a lot of information but I need to know. Is there anything else you haven't told me? Anything that they could bring up in court against you?"

Closing his eyes, Luke took a deep breath as he thought about how to divulge his secret. If Ven was going to defend him, the man needed to know. Luke wasn't worried about Nawara's reaction to his parentage, other than the fact he hadn't been advised yet. In a low voice, he began, "There is one thing you need to know. It's about my father."

"I thought you were an orphan, raised by your aunt and uncle."

"That's true. I was raised by my aunt and uncle but I found out during the war that my father wasn't dead."

"At the same time you found out about your sister?"

"Actually, no. I learned that Leia was my sister later. We were separated at birth to protect us from the Emperor," Luke closed his eyes, remembering his reactions to the news of his parentage. "It's in all the official documents. You'll even find the name of our father, Anakin Skywalker."

"I remember now. So you found out your father wasn't dead. What's the big secret? Was he an imperial or something."

Luke laughed at Nawara's offhanded comment. Noticing Ven's annoyed expression, Luke subdued his laughter and explained his response. "Actually, my father was an imperial. My father was once a Jedi who turned to the Dark Side and changed his name... to Darth Vader."

Ven was silent, his lekku twitching. After a few minutes, he finally spoke. "That's quite a difficult secret to keep. How many know about it?"

"Most of the upper leadership. My close friends, my advanced students. There could possibly be more that we aren't aware of, but it isn't a published fact. Neither Leia or I advertise our parentage because most sentients have an adverse reaction to the name."

"I can understand that," Ven said. "Did Callista know?"

"She knew long before we were even married."

Stretching his arms, Ven tapped his talons on the desk surface. "Thanks for telling me, Luke." Following a brief pause, Ven asked a few more questions intended to lift Luke's spirits. "I don't want any more surprises. Are there any more family skeletons I need to know? Is Wes Janson your long lost brother? Is the Emperor your father-in-law? Borsk Fey'lya your cousin?"

Luke grinned at Nawara's jokes to lighten the tension. Shaking his head, he answered, "No. I have no more skeletons."

"Is there anything else I should know?" Nawara stopped tapping, his eyes boring sternly into Luke's.

"Stang, Nawara. I've told you everything."

Shaking his head in denial, Ven's hard expression changed to one of mirth. "You haven't told me about Mara's condition."

"Mara's condition?" Luke repeated perplexed, then understanding came. "Oh. Mara's pregnancy. How'd you find out?"

"I have my ways." Nawara grabbed Luke's hand and briskly shook it. "Congratulations. And don't worry, we'll get through this trial before he's born."

"As long as my first view of him isn't from a prison cell," Luke replied.

Shaking his head, Ven said, "Have faith. I'll get you out of this."

**
"Your Honor. Permission to approach the bench," Janason requested.

Al'seyr replied, "Granted."

Nawara joined the prosecution at the bench. Janason looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't put it into words. Finally, clearing his throat, Janason sheepishly looked at Ven and admitted, "I need your assistance with a bit of hostile evidence."

Nawara cocked his head. "Hostile evidence?"

Janason nodded. "Yes. Hostile evidence. We are looking for some corroborating data on Skywalker's flight information from his astromech. But it refuses to cooperate."

"What did you do to it?" Ven asked.

"Nothing. It keeps shocking everyone that comes near it. I wanted to put on a restraining device but can't get close enough. Using an Ionization Gun might erase the information we're looking for."

"Why didn't you just ask earlier?"

"We didn't want to take a chance that someone would erase the droid's memory."

"Janason, You have to start trusting me to behave ethically. I'm insulted," Ven rebuked. "Your Honor. I'll get my client to talk to his droid."

Ven walked back to the defense table, leaning over to talk quietly to Luke. Smiling at the prosecutor's dilemma, Luke stood up and asked, "Where is he?"

Janason pointed to the jury sequestering room. Al'seyr announced that there would be a delay in beginning the trial until a glitch with some evidence could be corrected.

Luke led the way, followed by Nawara, Janason and Roat. As soon as the door was open, a barrage of astromech noise escaped, causing a few sentients in the courtroom to cover their auditory receptors. A prissy voice said, "Artoo. Please behave. You don't want to be melt...Oh, Master Luke, I'm so glad to see you."

**

Artoo rolled immediately to Luke's side. Putting his hand on the droid's blue dome, he said, "Hello Artoo. What's wrong?"

The droid launched into a series of high pitched notes, beeps and whistles which C3PO began to translate.
"Artoo says that these gentlemen have been trying to get to his memory chip. He's afraid they are going to try to erase his memory."

Artoo emitted a few more blips and bleeps. Threepio responded indignantly, "I did not conspire with them to trap you. You rusty oversized trash can."

Luke said, "Artoo. Nobody's going to erase your memory. Just give the gentlemen the information they ask for."

A mournful sigh followed by a twitter beep came from the ancient droid. Threepio started to speak but was cut off when Luke said, "Yes, Artoo I'll be here."

Astonished by what he had just seen and heard, Janason asked, "Why did your droid react like that? All droids get memory wipes."

Luke leaned against the table, his arms crossed. "Not this droid. He's never had one as long as I've owned him and never will. I have standing orders at maintenance for no memory wipes. The reason he reacted like he did was because the last time he was in the shop somebody did try to erase his memory."

One of the two guards who had tried to put the restraining bolt on Artoo whispered to his partner, "Whoa. That droid's probably got a lot of interesting stories to tell."

"He's not going to be telling any stories," Luke declared, irked at the guards. "Just ask for the information you need and no more. He will not give anything more."

Janason signaled to Roat who pulled a datapad out of her pocket and placed it on the table next to Artoo. The second guard walked over to the droid and held out his hand to attach the restraining bolt but stopped when another hand gripped his arm.

"You won't need that," Luke said, clearly expecting to be obeyed.

Reluctantly, the man backed off. Counselor Roat moved closer and connected the transfer port to Artoo and requested all flight information for the past year and a half. Luke smirked at the though of the prosecutors combing through all that data. He had flown his X-Wing extensively prior to obtaining Tatooine's Flame. It didn't take long before Roat was unhooking the connection, having collected the necessary files on her datapad. <Thank you, Master Skywalker, Counselor Ven, > she said quickly, nodding respectfully. Not waiting for any response, she began reading the datapad as she headed for the door.

"No problem. All you needed to do was ask," Nawara replied to her retreating form.

Clearing seeking a truce, Janason offered his hand to the Twi'lek and said, "Thank you, Ven. As soon as we sort through the data, I'll send over our findings."

Luke patted Artoo's dome, which then swiveled in his direction. "You did just fine, Artoo. There's nothing there that will hurt me."

The droid beeped and whistled.

"Yes, Artoo. You can go. I'll see you at home."

Janason just shook his head at the sight of the Jedi Master conversing with the astromech as if it were sentient.

**
Mara opened the door to their apartment and was greeted by a smiling Ghent. Cheerfully, he said, "You've got something for me?"

"I'm fine, thank you," she replied. "How are you?"

A slight blush spread on his cheeks. "Sorry."

She slapped him on the arm. "It's okay, Ghent. By now I know better than to expect polite formalities from you. Come in." she ushered him inside. "And I do have something for you."

He smiled in response. Then Mara continued, "Actually, I've got two things for you. A couple of puzzles."

Ghent followed her to the computer center, waving his hand at Luke as he passed the Jedi. Mara retrieved the two datadiscs she'd compiled. She held up the first one labeled Current Candidate and explained, "This one is Imperial encryption. It's already been cracked but it has also been corrupted and altered. I have no doubt you can reconstruct it."

Ghent smiled as she handed him the disc; he would enjoy working on it.

The next one, she had transferred from Artoo after returning for the afternoon session. "This one is standard astronavigation flight records. I'd like you to see if it's been tampered with."

"Sure. Piece of rhyscate!" He grinned. "I'll get on it as soon as I get home. Thanks."

Ghent practically ran to the front door, Mara trailing behind.

His feet up on the coffee table, Luke reclined into the cushions, reading a datapad. He glanced up to look at Mara who had just returned from escorting Ghent to the door. Patting the seat next to him, he asked, "Why'd you give him Artoo's flight records?"

She pursed her lips as she plopped down next to him. Thinking about his question, she answered, "It was a hunch. There's something in there. Something important."

Nodding in understanding, Luke said nothing more about the data. His reading now forgotten, he put the datapad down on the table and snuggled close to Mara, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Her red-gold tresses, silky soft, caressed his face. Shifting her position, Mara pulled her knees up, placing her feet on the edge of the table. She leaned over to unzip her boots, getting them both off quickly and wiggling her toes which were now free from their prison.

Luke reached over, taking hold of her legs and pulling them onto his lap. Then he began massaging her feet, gently rubbing the aches out of them.

"Thank you, Luke. That feels wonderful," Mara sighed.

Luke continued for a while until he sensed that Mara was totally relaxed. Changing his position on the couch, he laid down, his head in Mara's lap. "How's the baby today?" he asked, pressing his ear against her abdomen.

Resting her fingers lightly on Luke's forehead, Mara said, "Luke, it's too early to hear him now."

"Shh. I hear something," he said, smiling brightly. "Sounds like water. Agitated...it's going whoosh, whoosh."

Mara giggled at his impression of her womb. If only the jury could see the real Luke... Still, she felt sure that Luke would be acquitted soon. Their lives would then return to normal. No more holoreporters, no more holocams, no more public scrutiny.

"Normal, Jade," Luke mumbled, his eyes closed as he continued to reach out to the baby. "Since when were our lives normal?"

"Our normal routine, then. Defending the helpless, fighting renegade Imperials and defeating Sith Lords. "
Mara brushed several errant blond locks away from Luke's forehead.

One of Luke's eyelids popped open, and he said, "Yep, that sounds normal for us."

Mara smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

**
To be continued

Chapter 29

Built during the golden age of the Old Republic, the modest housing
complex was beginning to show its age. The duracrete crumbled to the
touch; the transparisteel was clouded, cracked and splintered. Few
sought entrance to the building, believing it to be condemned. Those
who did enter uninvited often exited hurriedly, driven by an
overwhelming fear. The exterior was but a fa?e, an effective
security system set in place by the owner of the building, Lucazec
Limited. The interior lobby continued the deception, but once the
first landing was reached, a transformation occurred. Hiding under
the
ugly shell was a simple but elegant apartment, containing a
well-appointed kitchen and comfortably furnished living quarters. The
second level housed three lavish bedroom suites. The inhabitants
currently occupied the largest one.

Guiding the brush slowly through the ebony tresses on Kirawyn's head,
Akanah finished the final stroke, removing the bristles from the fine
hair. Putting the brush down on the bureau, Akanah placed her hands
on
Kirawyn's shoulders, then looked at the timid face in the mirror.
"All
done," she announced.

Kirawyn smiled meekly and replied, "Thank you."

"How are you feeling now?" Akanah asked with concern.

Twisting a strand of her hair, Kirawyn appeared insecure. "I'm still
nervous about tomorrow, but I'm ready."

Patting Kirawyn on the back, Akanah assured her. "You'll be just
fine.
Your testimony will seal his fate. I know it."

"Will you be there?" Kirawyn asked pleadingly. Her pain and grief
still raw, she did not want to be alone in the courtroom.

Akanah nodded. "Of course."

The younger woman stood up. "Thanks," she sighed in relief. "I will
be
glad when it's over. He ruined my life and I want him to suffer like
I
have."

An enigmatic smile stretched on Akanah's face. "He will suffer. I
guarantee it."
**

Kirawyn Rochester sat confidently in the witness box, her posture
erect and her expression calm. Her black eyes darted to Luke
Skywalker. On the exterior, he exuded serenity but she knew that was
only a fa?e. Callista had told her everything about him. He was
worried, she knew he was, he had to be. If he weren't now, he would
be
soon.

Counselor Janason asked, "Miss Rochester, could you tell us about the
night Callista came to you and told you she was leaving her husband?"

A small smile appeared on her face briefly, and was then replaced by
a solemn expression. At last, she had her chance to hurt Luke
Skywalker, to inflict pain and grief on him as he had done to her.
Akanah was correct in her assertion that mental torture was more
satisfying than physical torture. It was even more fulfilling to know
that she would be torturing him with the truth. Clearing her throat,
Kirawyn began her revenge. "I remember it well..."

"I had just finished some datawork when I heard the door annunciator
buzz. It was Callista. Through the peep screen, I saw her wipe a tear
from her eye and I knew she must have been fighting with Luke again.
She always cried after they fought. I opened the door and asked her
what he had done. She told me he had 'lost his temper'. I ushered her
inside and set her down on the couch. Then, I asked her to tell me
about it.

Callista told me about how Luke choked Garris. She said she was
worried that he was slipping to the Dark Side again. She was afraid
he
was becoming like his father."

Luke closed his eyes, fervently hoping that it wouldn't happen, not
like this. He knew though that his hopes were futile. Kirawyn was
about to reveal his parentage to the entire galaxy and there was
nothing he could do to stop her.

"His father?" Janason asked.

Raising her voice significantly, Kirawyn answered, "Luke's father,
Anakin Skywalker, was a Jedi. He betrayed his fellows and turned to
the Dark Side of the Force. He changed his name and was known
throughout the galaxy as Darth Vader."

Gasps of disbelief and muttered curses were heard throughout the
courtroom. Accusing eyes bored into the back of Luke's head. The
onslaught of hatred and disgust he could feel emanating from the
gallery was unbearable. Luke kept his chin up and face forward. He
would not show concern, but it still cut him that so many sentients
would automatically hate him because of his father. Mara slipped into
his thoughts, checking on his condition and state of mind. 'I'm
fine,'
he thought. He regretted not revealing his parentage outside the
court
so he could detail it, explain it, and lessen its impact. Now, he had
no choice but to hold a press conference, his best option to salvage
his image. Never before had Luke worried about his image, but he had
a
school to run and he needed public support to continue running it
successfully.

A softly muttered "Stang" pulled him out of his musings. He was about
to ask Mara about her curse, but the reason became obvious as he
listened to Kirawyn continue.

"Callista knew that Luke could turn. He had done it before. Remember
the Reborn Emperor? Luke was in charge of the World Devastators."

'Oh, great,' he thought. 'Now she's got me looking like a traitor.'
Luke glanced at his attorney. Ven didn't appear concerned. Rogue
Squadron was part of the military action during that battle so he was
aware of Luke's role. The fact that she was divulging top level
classified information could work in his favor. Kirawyn may claim
that Callista revealed the information, but Luke knew that Callie
would never have detailed his role. Sure, she may have mentioned the
existence of a dark period in his life, but she knew better than to
give up sensitive military secrets. The question now was where
Kirawyn
got her hands on that information.

**
Clasping his hands behind his back, Nawara looked at the young woman
in the witness box and continued his cross-examination. "Miss
Rochester. You've indicated that Mrs. Skywalker treated you as a
confidant, an intimate acquaintance."

"That's right. I was her personal assistant. We spent a lot of time
together and became close friends," she stated.

"You know a lot about her likes and dislikes, her marital discord,
her
career. Did she tell you about her life as a Jedi?"

"She preferred not to discuss her inability to continue serving as a
Jedi. But she often told me that her training was so ingrained into
her psyche that she would always be a Jedi, even if she couldn't
touch
the power."

"How did Callista continue to be a Jedi?"

Using her fingers, Kirawyn counted off the examples, "Well, she
followed the Jedi Code, meditated, performed good deeds - she donated
part of her income to the Jedi academy - And she practiced her
lightsaber skills daily."

"Really? Everyday?"

"Yes. I had a permanent reservation for her at the gym. She often
sparred with droids but occasionally she dueled with Leia Organa
Solo,
and a few times with her husband," she said.

Ven walked back to the defense table and retrieved a box. Opening it,
he pulled out a cylinder and carried it over to Kirawyn. "Do you
recognize this?"

Kirawyn eyed the piece, then lovingly rubbed her hands over the
tsalke
carvings. In an awed voice, she said, "It's Callista's lightsaber."

Pulling the saber away from the witness and holding the hilt
vertical,
Ven angled his eyes towards the judge. "Your Honor. Permission to
extend the blade."

"Granted."

Nawara ignited the weapon, the unique snap-hiss preceding the hum of
the glowing gold blade. A few onlookers oohed and ahhed, obviously
having never seen a real lightsaber up close. Kirawyn just stared at
the blade, apparently mesmerized by its existence. Ven depressed the
button and the blade disappeared from sight, yet Kirawyn continued to
stare. Clearing his throat, Nawara pulled her out of her daze. "Is
this the lightsaber Callista used in her daily sparring matches?"

Kirawyn nodded. "Yes."

"How did she handle it? During her matches, how did she fare?"

With pride in her voice, she replied, "She was an expert swordswoman.
She was modest most of the time, but she once let it slip that her
husband was impressed by her skill. It was the one thing her
inability
to touch the Force didn't steal. She kept her saber with her at all
times."

"How did she carry it?"

Disgusted by Ven's apparent lack of knowledge, Kirawyn wrinkled her
nose at the question. "She carried it like all other Jedi, of course.
A loop on her belt."

Nawara went back to the table and replaced the saber into the box.
Then, he picked up a holocube and carried it over to Kirawyn. "Miss
Rochester. Would you please look at these holos and kindly locate
Mrs.
Skywalker's lightsaber in each one?"

Kirawyn scanned the holos, rapidly locating the saber in each one. In
a variety of pictures, doing different activities at different times
of day and in every season, all had one thing in common - Callista
was
wearing her lightsaber.

"For the court's records please indicate that Miss Rochester has
indicated the presence of the deceased's lightsaber in twenty
different holos," Nawara requested. Turning his attention back to the
witness, he continued, "Is it safe to say then, Miss Rochester, that
Callista always had her lightsaber with her?"

"Yes. She never went anywhere without it."

Ven showed her one last holo. She gasped when it appeared in front of
her.

"Could you locate her lightsaber in this picture of the murder
scene?"
he questioned.

"No. It's not there," she said, her lips trembling.

"Why wouldn't it be there? You told the court that she always had it
with her. Certainly this day was no different than any other?"

"I don't know why it's not there."

"Would you tell us how you came into possession of her lightsaber?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, her brow furrowed.

"According to the message sent by Teith Muloon to Master Skywalker
advising him of his ex-wife's death, you would be bringing the
lightsaber to Luke. It was a part of her personal effects," Ven
paused, waiting for her to process the information. "That same
message
also tells us that you made an ill-fated rescue attempt."

"I tried to get to her but I couldn't," she cried out.

"If you couldn't get to her, how did you get her lightsaber?"

"I found it in her cabin," she insisted.

"Do you expect the court to believe that?"

<Objection, > Mahalian shouted.

"Sustained."

Changing tactics, Nawara asked, "Why don't you tell us what happened
that day?"

"A tsalke bumped her watership. I jumped into mine and drove out to
her. I was too late - she was sinking," Kirawyn replied sorrowfully.

"Did Callista call for help?"

Kirawyn shook her head. "No."

"No? Wasn't the team in contact with her?"

"We had been but she had turned her comm off."

"That doesn't make sense to me. Why would she do that?"

"I don't know," she answered.

"Let's see if we can figure this out then," Ven stated.

Pulling a datapad out of his pocket, Ven leaned back against the
railing of the witness box and continued, "This is the official
transcript of conversation between Callista's Waverunner and the Ark
Tsalke Searcher. Just prior to the communications cutoff," he stopped
talking as he perused the data. Hooking a cable from his datapad to
the court's sound system, he said, "Ah, here we go. I'll play it for
you. Listen."

Callie, any sign of the herd?

Not yet, Jay.

Thud

Callie, what was that?

I'm not sure (voice fades) I'll check it out. (Lightly in
the distance) Who's there? (strongly) I didn't see
anything. (clang)

What was that?

Just my saber.

Callie, we just had a sighting to the east.

Okay. (engines turn over) I'm heading there now. (banging)

Callie, you okay?

Thud

Callie!

Static

"That's the end of the transmission," Ven announced as he depressed a
button on his datapad. "Miss Rochester. Have you heard this
recording
before?"

"No. I couldn't listen to it. Too painful," she said, her voice
strained.

"I'm going to play it again, just so we can talk better about it."

Kirawyn nodded in resignation. Nawara played the recording again,
this
time stopping at the clanging noise. Then he backed it up and played
that one section.

Clang

What was that?

Just my saber.

"Miss Rochester. Could you tell the court what you just heard?"

"I don't know," she stammered.

Calmly, Ven said, "I'll play it again."

What was that?

Just my saber.

"Kirawyn, please tell the court what Callista said."

"Just my saber," her voice cracked barely a whisper.

"Miss Rochester. Please repeat that so the rest of the court can
hear."

"Just my saber," she repeated more loudly.

"Interesting. Callista was wearing her saber on board the Waverunner
just before it sank. But that shouldn't surprise you or anyone since
we have established that Callista always wore her lightsaber.
Correct?"

"Yes."

"What confuses me though, Miss Rochester is how the lightsaber ended
up in your possession when clearly it should have gone down with its
owner."

"I don't know."

"I thought you would know since according to your own account you
attempted to rescue her. Even Teith Muloon in his consolatory message
to Luke Skywalker mentioned your valiant attempt. And the fact that
you delivered the lightsaber to her ex-husband after her untimely
death."

"I found it in her cabin."

"But Callista was wearing it - she said so herself."

"I found it in her cabin."

"Miss Rochester need I remind you that you are under oath," he
admonished. "Please tell us the truth."

"The truth," she said dazed. "The truth is she deserved to be happy.
She couldn't be though, because of him," she said venomously,
pointing
an accusing finger at Luke. "Whenever she thought of him, she lost
the
joy. I tried to make her happy, to forget about him, but I couldn't."
Kirawyn leaned forward and whispered into Ven's ear. "I saw him, you
know. I saw him go on her boat." Then she stopped.

"If you did, then why have you never told anybody?"

"I was afraid. I think he saw me." She broke down crying. "I miss
her.
Why did she die?"

Disconcerted temporarily by the ranting witness' breakdown, Nawara
stared at her, then looked up at the judge. "No further questions,
Your Honor."

"Thank you, Miss Rochester. You are dismissed."

Kirawyn wiped her tears while nodding to the judge. As she walked by
the defense table, she glared at Luke and then smirked at him. She
had
given her testimony and it was detrimental to him. Surely, he'd be
convicted now, she thought.

Judge Al'seyr called recess as soon as the witness exited through the
railing.

Sitting in the back of the courtroom and keeping her presence
cloaked,
Akanah had followed the proceedings with little emotion. It didn't
matter to her whether Skywalker was convicted or not. Kirawyn's
testimony was questionable but the girl had insisted, stating that
she
needed to do it for her own sanity. Once Medeia made her last
appearance and completed her task of destroying the Jedi Master,
she'd
get Kirawyn the psychiatric help she needed. It was the least she
could do for her sister.

**

Kirawyn's breakdown on the stand confirmed Mara's first impression of
the girl - she needed help. Mara reached out to brush the woman's
senses as she cleared the ysalamiri's influence. Her emotions held a
measure of pride, a sense of regret, and an aura of veracity. Kirawyn
believed that everything she said in court was the absolute truth.
Mara knew that couldn't be possible because some of the testimony was
contradictory. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind, Mara wondered
which parts of the testimony were true.

**

Once most of the courtroom had cleared out, Luke turned in his chair
to look at his attorney. "I need to set up a press conference."

Nawara inclined his head. "I agree, but it will have to wait until
the
trial's over."

"What? Why?" Luke exclaimed, clearly surprised by his attorney's
statement.

"The rules state that you cannot discuss the trial outside of the
court. Plus I don't want to subject you to the holoreporters until we
see if any more photon torpedoes land," Nawara answered. "I'm sorry,
Luke, but you'll have to wait."

"That's just great. In the meantime, my school suffers. I'm going to
be skewered by the holojournalists, all because of the words of a
mentally unstable witness. I might be able to control the damage if I
could talk about it..." Luke paused. "Wait a minute. If I can't
discuss
the trial, why can they?"

Nawara shook his head. "It's not the same, Luke. You are the one on
trial. They're just observers."

"Counselor, what about me? Could I do it?" a soft voice interrupted.

Nawara turned around and saw Leia leaning on the railing. Gather his
thoughts, Ven responded, "I don't see why not, Madame Chief of State.
You are not a witness or involved in the case in such a way that
would
break any rules. The only stipulation I can think of would be that
Luke cannot participate in any way."

Luke took Leia's hand. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. I'm sure," she answered, patting his hand. "I've been
practicing
my speech regarding father for years. I'll let you know when it's
scheduled."

"Thank you," he replied, kissing her on the cheek before watching her
leave.

Nawara tapped Luke on the arm. "I'm going to talk to the military
about a breach of state secrets."

**
Having returned from lunch recess, Luke and Nawara sat at the defense
table, reviewing information that Ven's detective had discovered
during a legal search of Kirawyn Rochester's apartment - the fully
executed Divorce Decree. Even though Nawara didn't think it would
help
much, Luke felt that it would at least prove that he hadn't lied
about
it. The detective's report contain some more mundane, routine items
which didn't mean anything to Ven, but when Luke spied the words
"Lucazec Limited" he felt oddly elated. Maybe they could divulge the
connection of Lucazec and Black Sun, using it to suggest that Luke
was
being framed by an illegal organization. If nothing else, it could be
used by Coruscant Security for their investigation.
**
After a detour to the ladies' room, Mara entered the courtroom
several minutes after Luke. She saw him deep in discussion with Ven.
Then her glance flitted to the prosecution table. It was empty. Mara
reached her seat, looking around before she sat. Suddenly, Counselor
Roat hustled past her, chittering frantically.

Mara leaned forward at the railing, drawing Luke's attention.
Pointing
at the prosecutor, she said, "Check out our favorite Chadra-Fan.
Something's up."

Both Luke and Nawara looked at Mahalian Roat and then each other.
Mahalian was definitely unsettled. "I wonder where Janason is?" Ven
said.

"All rise for the Honorable Judge Al'seyr," announced the bailiff.

Each being in the room popped up and then down once Al'seyr was
seated.

Noticing the missing prosecutor, Al'seyr asked, "Counselor Roat. Will
you be conducting the case for the prosecution this afternoon?"

<No, your Honor. My colleague will be here momentarily, > she stated
nervously.

"Shall I extend..."

"Sorry, I'm late, your Honor," interrupted Janason who had just
rushed
through the door.

Roat sighed in relief at her partner's appearance. She knew where he
had been and was slightly worried.

Al'seyr stroked his fur and nodded in acknowledgment. "Let's proceed
then gentlebeings. Counselors Roat and Janason..."

"Pardon the interruption, Your Honor. Permission to approach the
bench," Janason cut in.

Nawara stood and followed both the prosecutors. Once the Counselors
reached the bench, Janason began. "The reason I was late was because
I
was detained by the NRI. I wasn't aware of it, but Miss Rochester
divulged state secrets during her testimony and therefore that part
of
her testimony is inadmissible in court."

"I knew it," Ven said. "I contacted the NRI but they were already
working on it."

Al'seyr said, "I'll have it stricken from the record."

"There's more," Janason added. "Our researchers finally finished
sorting through the R2 unit's flight records. Cross-checking it with
Space Control's proper records, they determined that Master
Skywalker's X-Wing was truly on Coruscant at the time of the murder.
Further checking discovered that it was in for maintenance."

"But your witness..." Ven started to ask.

"Perjured himself for a large pile of credits," Janason said. "He
probably would have gotten away with it but it seems he can't hold
his
liquor. A roomful of others, including an off duty detective heard
him
bragging."

"I see," the judge replied. "His testimony will have to be thrown out
as well."

"Your Honor. I think more is required to correct this injustice to
my
client. I move for an immediate mistrial and a dismissal of charges,"
demanded Ven, his lekku twitching.

Reluctant to admit defeat, Janason countered, "Your Honor. While I
agree that a mistrial maybe in order, I don't believe that dismissing
the charges is prudent. My colleague and I would just need time to
re-examine our evidence and restructure our case."

His fur rippling, Al'seyr's beady eyes focused on Janason.
"Considering that one witness committed perjury, another violated
court procedure, and your last witness, your star witness, was
clearly
not mentally fit to testify, I believe the appropriate course of
action would be a mistrial."