Mara, Luke, and Anakin huddled close together in the boat as it slipped eerily silent throught the waters of the lake.  Ambrosia had taken them into the mists, pushing the boat easily with the long pole, and giving the impression that she'd done this many times before.  The mists were thick, and dampness clung to every pore of their bodies.  Mara shivered with the cold, and reached out with the Force to calm her frigid nerves.
  Suddenly the small boat stopped, causing only the smallest of ripples on the mirror-like surface of the water.  Mara looked up and saw Ambrosia close her eyes, looking as if she were about to reach out and use the Force.  But the Jedi part of her mind detected no usage of that kind, although Mara could feel something strong and powerful at the edge of her consiousness.  The tingling sensation it produced grew stronger, and threatened to fully overtake her mind.  She swayed, and closed her eyes to try to block out the sensation.  As she did so, she felt rather that saw the puzzled look Luke and Anakin both gave her.  Couldn't they feel it?
  When at last she dared to open her eyes, the heavy mists were gone, and an island bathed in warm, golden sunlight stretched out before them.  Mara stared, having the strangest sense that she'd seen it before, and a small voice in the back of her mind told her she was coming home.  She shook her head to clear it, and forced the rational part of her mind to take over.
  She stood up as the boat drew near the shore.  There were several small buildings, white cottages with thatched or wooden roofs, and a large hall that stretched the length of six of those buildings.  Near the hall there was a small, well-trodden path that looked as if it led through the small wooded grove that lay a few meters from the hall.  At the same time as Mara automatically took all this in and memorized it, that same hal-forgotten voice told her what was inside the hall, and where exactly that path led.
  She stepped off the boat, flinging her pack over her shoulder, wondering if she should pinch herself to make sure she was awake.  Luke stepped off next, and came up beside her.  "Are you okay?" he asked, obviously picking up on her turmoil.
  Mara didn't meet his eyes, but kept staring at everything around her.  Finally she shook her head.  "I don't think I am.  There's something incredibly familiar about this place, almost disturbing.  And back there in the boat, I sensed a very strong pull on my mind, but I don't think it was the Force.  I don't suppose you felt anything?" she said, looking up at him.
  Luke shook his head, a worried look in his eyes.  "No, I didn't, and neither did Anakin.  What was it that you felt?"
  "I can't describe it, but I know somehow that I've felt it before.  Many times, but I don't know how or when, or if--"
  She broke off as Ambrosia and Anakin joined them, having secured the boat to the dock.  Luke looked over his shoulder and commented, "Here's the welcome committee."  Mara followed his gaze, and saw nine women standing in a semi-circle, all robed in green, with a smaller woman at their center who wore a shimmering white dress.  She had a warm smile on her face, and was beautiful, but very fragil-looking.  Mara guessed that she was one of the Shining Ones Quinn had mentioned.
   Ambrosia approached them and held out her arms to the woman in the center.  The woman embraced her fondly, then drew back and approached Luke, Mara, and Anakin.  "Welcome to Inys, the preistess isle of Annwn.  My name is Ceridwen, and I am High Priestess here."
   Luke opened his mouth to give an explanation of their presence, but Ceridwen shook her head.  "There is no need to explain.  I know your purpose here.  My friend," here she looked back at Ambrosia, "swore she would not come back until she had found Annwn's missing children."
   Luke's eyebrows shot up to his hairline.  "Your missing children?"
   Ceridwen smiled at him.  "Are you not a son of the Skywalker line?"
   "I am, but I'm afraid I don't see the relation."
   "That is because your Sight has been diluted by human blood many times over.  Come with me, all of you, and I will show you."  She led them up a small hill and into one of the larger cottages.  Inside, sunlight filtered by heavy glass windows played across enormous slabs of gray stone set against the walls.  Symbols were carved into the surface of the stone, some strange, some half-familiar.  Luke realized belatedly that the symbols were a written language.  And somehow, through the Force or otherwise, he knew that Ceridwen was telling the truth, and that he may finally begin to unravel the mysteries of his father's past.  But, something inside him asked sorrowfully, would he ever discover anything about his mother?
   Ceridwen pointed to spiral symbol near the upper left of one of the twelve stone slabs.  "There is where your line began.  Brigid the Wise.  She was a prophetess, and though none knew it at the time, she was gifted by the Goddess in the ways of the Force.  She had a daughter," Luke's gaze followed Ceridwen's hand over a series of symbols that represented the generations, "who's name was Sianna.  The man who fathered her was human, and although the gift of the Force may never lessen, the gift of Sight, our race's talent, does.  Sianna was a dreamer, and although she made many of her dreams for our people a reality, she was known to be overly idealistic at times."
   "Sounds familiar," Mara remarked dryly.
   Ceridwen smiled, and continued with the story.  "This earned her the name 'wyny chuai' or 'she who walks the sky'.  Sianna's own daughter, Mya, left Annwn for a simpler life in one of the fishing villages.  She was known as Mya Skywalker.   Mya would have been your great-grandmother.  It was her daughter, Shmi, who was taken in a pirate raid, and as we later learned from Ambrosia, sold into slavery on the planet Tatooine."
   "And she was my grandmother?" Luke asked, still staring at the stone writings.
   "Yes.  And your father was born to her as a child of the Gods."
   Luke looked at her, a puzzled frown on his face.  "What do you mean, 'a child of the Gods'?"
   Ambrosia cleared her throat significantly.  "I believe I can explain that to you, Luke."
   Luke closed his eyes for a moment, then sighed and said, "Please do, Master Quinn."
   Mara listened only for a few moments as Quinn began to explain about the Jedi prophecy.  She let the discussion slip into an unconsious part of her mind that would record the conversation and let her go over it later.  Why was it that anything and everything that was bound to have an impact on her life happened all at once?  It sometimes seemed as if destiny was determined not to give her a moment to breath.
   She wandered over to a solitary slab that stood vigil near a window.  The sunlight had a faint, glowing quality, making it appear as it would in a dream; faintly unreal.  Mara's hand halfheartedly graced the carved surface of the stone, gently passing over several symbols that looked tantalizingly familiar, but were alien to her senses.  Her finger passed over a large spiral when her vision suddenly became blurry.  She closed her eyes for a moment, meaning to take a deep breath, but she inhaled sharply as she felt tendrils of some kind of power flow from the stone into her body.  It wasn't the Force; she would recognize that.  This was more of a misty, electrical feeling, like she was being energized.
   But the strangest of all was when she opened her eyes, and found she could read the writing on the stones.  Words of a forgotten language permeated her mind and translated themselves, telling her the tale of countless generations of those who had lived and died in Annwn.  From mythology to simple birth and death recordings, a whole culture that she somehow knew imprinted itself on her brain.
   Mara snapped back to reality just in time to realize that Luke and Anakin were staring at her.  She opened her mouth to explain, but found herself unable to speak.  She looked helplessly at Ceridwen, hoping the priestess would understand.
   But the woman was looking at her curiously, too.  Quinn smiled and said, "I should have told you before, Mara.  I'm sorry."  She approached Mara and put a hand on her shoulder.  "You also hail from this world-"
   Before Ambrosia could finish, Ceridwen cut her off.  "I should have recognized you.  You look just like your father.  Welcome home, my niece."
   Mara closed her eyes again, feeling overwhelmed.  She'd heard the
words, but for some reason was unable to process them.  Luke came up behind her and put a supporting arm around her shoulders.  Mara leaned heavily against him, feeling weaker than she'd ever felt.  She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, using the Force to cut off connection with the outside world and concentrate on regaining her equilibrium.
  Relief flooded through her when she sensed everything click into place.  Her logic center kicked into action, logging the data she'd just received and storing it so she could deal with it later.  For the first time since this insane journey had started, she felt like herself.  Mara opened her eyes with an inner smile.
  Time to get down to business.
  "All right," she said, standing up straight, "Obviously we have a lot to discuss here, but now is not the time.  If what Master Quinn said earlier is right, we only have a short time before this Shivo character shows up.  So lets do what needs to be done and leave the reunion to a later date, okay?"
  She scanned the faces around her.  Ambrosia nodded and said something in agreement, Ceridwen said nothing but looked cooperative, and Luke and Anakin both were trying valiantly and unsuccessfully to hide the smiles on their faces. "So," she continued,"Where do we start?"
  Ambrosia muttered something to Ceridwen, who then nodded.  "Please come with me," she said, and led the rest of them through a small doorway that expanded into a compact bedroom.  "This is the room of the preistess who takes care of the tablets," Ceridwen explained, moving to the left side of the room where an old trunk sat gathering dust beneath a tiny window.  She opened up the trunk and lifted a small parcel wrapped in linen secured with a string of twine.  She sat down on the small bed and looked up Mara and Luke.  "I suppose Ambrosia has told you of the artifact?"
  Mara nodded.  "Yes, though not in any detail."
  "Understandable.  She needed to see if you could be trusted.  There was a time when any Jedi was unquestionably honorable, but that vanished with Palpatine." Ceridwen smiled as she looked at Luke again. "Though I suspect that time may be returning."
  Luke smiled back.  It was, Mara knew, Luke's dream summed up in a few sentences.  Hers, too, she realized with a small flash of insight.  Reluctantly, she pulled her mind back to the present.
  Ceridwen was untying the parcel.  "What the artifact is we are uncertain of, that is to say, what it's function was or is.  It was discovered by a few Jedi almost six thousand years ago.  One of the Jedi was the ancestor of Master Yoda."  The string fell away, and Ceridwen unfolded the white cloth.  Inside was a small metal cylinder. "Through the years, the secret was passed on through generations.  The lines of the others died out, and Master Yoda was the only remaining Jedi who knew the secret of the artifact.  There were only two people he trusted enough with the location, and only one he trusted enough with the secret."
   "Obi-wan Kenobi?" Mara asked, not quite sure how she knew the answer to that.
   Ceridwen nodded, and Mara completely missed the odd look Luke sent her.  Ceridwen held the cylinder up to the light and squinted at it.  "Well, Ambrosia, it still looks good."
   "No reason why it shouldn't." Ambrosia took a deep breath and turned to face the three of them.  "I know this will be a little difficult for you, but I need your complete trust." They nodded.  "Good.  Now this is what we need to do.  Luke, you need to take Anakin and find your sister.  Ceridwen will provide you with a transport.  Mara, I need you here to help me with a little task."
   Luke looked at Mara, and she nodded.  Slowly, she met his gaze and saw the troubled emotion within.  Whatever the reason, she trusted Ambrosia.  "Let's get to it."



   Mara hugged Luke close to her, and after a time drew back.  "I love you.  Take care."
   Luke glanced over to where Anakin stood by the small transport ship Ceridwen had kindly lent them.  He looked down at her and gave her his best effort at a smile.  "I love you, too, but somehow I feel that I'm getting the better end of the bargain."
   "I won't be crashing this ship, if that's what you mean."
   Luke smiled a genuine smile.  Mara's sacrifice to become a Jedi had been the destruction of the first ship to carry the name Jade's Fire.  "I wasn't worried about that, but now that you mention it..."
   Mara punched him lightly in the ribs.  "Save it, funny man.  Seriously, I will take care of myself.  You know I'd never leave you alone."
   "I know."
   "May the Force be with you."
   "You, too."



   Mara watched until the outline of the ship was no longer visble against the grey sky.  "So, what's this thing that you need my help with?" she asked the figure coming up beside her.
   "The raising of the dead."
   Ordinarally, Mara would have laughed at that statement.  But something in Ambrosia's voice sent a chill down her spine.  "Something tells me that we're about to do something really stupid."
   "Mmm-hmm."
   "I don't like stupid things."
   "Mmm-hmm."
   "Quinn?"
   Ambrosia turned to face her, and inhaled deeply.  "Mara, we're about to attempt something that hasn't been done for nearly five thousand years."
   "The raising of the dead?"
   "In a manner of speaking.  You've heard Luke quote the wisdom he learned from Yoda, the part about us being luminous beings?"
   "Uh-huh."
   "Well, we're going to try to bring a certain luminous being back into his physical casing."
   "I thought there was no try."
   Ambrosia simply raised an eyebrow.
   "I'm not sure I like the sound of this."
   "Understandable."
   Mara ran a slightly trembling hand through her hair, and froze.  Suddenly, it had all clicked into place.  "You're not thinking that we're going to raise this Master Yoda from the dead, are you?"
   "Oh, no, not him."
   "Then who?"
   Ambrosia held out the small silver cylinder Ceridwen had had earlier.  "What's this?" Mara asked as Ambrosia placed it in her outstretched hand.
   "A DNA sample."
   "From who?"
   "Anakin Skywalker."
   Mara stared.  She found herself incapable of doing anything else. She should've known.  The Chosen One.  Anakin Skywalker.  Luke's father.  But why-
   "Why isn't Luke doing this?  I mean, he is his son."
   "That's precisely why," Ambrosia said. "The process cannot be performed by anyone of close blood.  I don't know why, but it's extremely dangerous."
   "Sounds to me like it's extremely dangerous period."  Mara valiantly tried to keep her voice steady.
   She was answered only by another damned eyebrow raise.  Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck rose, and she felt cold all over.
   Ambrosia had sensed it, too.  Her eyes sought the sky.  "We're running out of time.  He's almost here, and he knows what we're doing."
   "Will he harm the people here?"
   "I don't know, but Annwn is not entirely defenseless.  Once we're gone, he may not care."
   Ambrosia started running in the directon of the forest.  Mara had to book it to catch up.  For someone of her age, she sure was fast.  "You don't sound too sure of that."
   "I'm not."
   "Oh, that's reassuring."
   "Glad to help."
   She skidded to a halt in front of a small hole in the side of one of the hills.  It was surrounded by craggy rock, and it looked quite doubtful that anything larger than a rat could make it through.  "This where we're headed?"
   "No, up there.  This is just a landmark."
   Mara followed her gaze to the top of the incredible steep hill.  "Oh, that clears things up a lot."
   Either Ambrosia missed the sarcasm completely, or she just didn't care.  She ignored Mara's last remark, and began the long climb up the incline.  Mara rolled up her sleeves, got a good grip on the slippery, moss-covered rock before her, and hauled herself up behind the old Jedi Master.


   "Well, this is it."
   Mara stretched her back muscles, not really tired, but a bit sore from functioning on all fours.  "So, now what?"
   Ambrosia looked at her, a shadow of amusement crossing her eyes.  "Now, we go down."
   Mara looked toward a small huddle of stones, similar to the composition of the few she'd seen back at Ceridwen's hut.  She walked over to where Ambrosia's gaze was directed, and decided that she did not like what she saw.
   A big hole in the ground.
   "I'll lower you down first, if you don't mind.  Unless you can do it yourself?"
   Mara glanced over at Quinn then back at the hole.  Sure, she could damn well do it herself, but in an unfamiliar location?  She wasn't sure she was willing to take the chance that something might break her concentration, and why the hell was she doing this anyway?
   Mara sighed and unhooked her lightsaber from her belt.  "Okay, lower me down."  She felt herself rise gently and begin the descent down the tunnel, which was wider than she first thought.  It was dark, but enough light came through the entrance hole that she could see the same slippery rock slide past her.  Her feet abrubtly made contact with solid ground, and she felt Ambrosia loosen her hold on her.  Mara glanced up and saw Ambrosia's head peering down after her.
   "So, you joining me, or what?"
   Even from a distance, she could see the older woman grimace.  "Unfortunately, no."
   "What?"
   "The process also cannot be performed by one who was close to the person.  Anakin and I were very close friends.  I was in close contact with him almost every day."
   "So was I."
   "No, you were in close contact with Vader, not Anakin." She cut Mara off before she could point out that there wasn't much difference.  "Not that it matters.  I doubt it was close enough for the process to have any effect on you other than a little draining."
   "'A little draining'?"
   "Are you willing to do this?"
   Mara rubbed the bridge of her nose and exhaled.  She could sense that menacing presence coming ever closer, and she didn't like it one bit.  But neither did she like this idea.  It all came down to one deciding factor.  Was she or was she not a Jedi Knight?  Mara guessed her actions here would prove it.  "Fine," she said, "toss down the cylinder-thingy."
   It came floating gently to her hand.  "What do I do?"
   "You'll know."
   Before Mara could ask what in blazing stars that meant, Quinn's head was gone from the hole, and Mara didn't feel like wasting energy to seek her out through the Force.
   She stretched out with her senses, and let the cave permeate them. There was definitely something pulling at her, and she followed it until she came to a wide underground lake, her ignited lightsaber serving as a makeshift glow rod.  Mara shut it off and was surprised to find a different glow echoeing throughout the cavern.  It was soft, muted, and blue, but it wasn't coming from any mineral ore or plant life that she could see.  Luke had told her once that when he saw the image, or ghost, of Obi-wan Kenobi, he'd been sheathed in a blue aura. Mara felt a convulsive shiver run down her spine.
   Mara pulled the cylinder out of her pocket, and stared at it for a moment.  Now, what was she supposed to do?  She took another deep breath and stretched out with the Force...
   And gasped as thousands of different voices filled her consciousness.  She never felt her legs give way, or the impact as her posterior connected with the cavern floor.  Images, colors, faces, and voices swirled through her mind, and Mara felt lost in the whirlwind. Then it all clicked in place somehow.  Somehow she knew she had to find Anakin Skywalker somewhere among those voices.  Somehow.
   Putting all her strength behind it, she yelled his name through the Force, hoping that he would somehow hear it.  There was no response, and Mara yelled it again, putting everything she had behind that Force call.  Abruptly, a presence wafted past her, and she grabbed it with a the Force equivalent of a choke-hold.  She knew it was him; it was familiar, like Luke's, but with subtle differences.
   Somehow, she managed to uncap the cylinder and chuck it into the lake, and throw Anakin behind it.  Through the Force, she felt his surprise, and shock.  She let go, and opened her eyes in time to see a figure emerge from the water, naked as a newborn baby.  She knew it was him.  He collapsed on the shore near her, and Mara had time enough to realize that he looked incredibly like Luke before she blacked out.



   Mara inched her way back to consciousness, being aware only of how drained and tired she felt.  She thought she heard a voice; two voices?  Yes, two voices.  She couldn't open her eyes, but the words were clear.
   "So, it worked."
   "Yes, Ceri, it worked.  So now what do we do?  How do I know I can trust him?"
   "You're the Jedi Master."
   "Cute, Ceri, cute."
   "I only mean that even though you may be out of practice with the whole Jedi thing, you still possess inner strength enough to recognize what you must do."
   "You're right.  I don't have a choice.  I have to trust him."
   Mara was lost until the memory of what she did came floating back to her.  She felt a bit overwhelmed.  Had she really raised Luke's father from the dead?  She calmed herself down with a Force technique, and felt a glimmer of peace come over her.  With a groan she sat up, and realized she was in the Med Bay of her ship.
   She pulled the bacta catheter out of her arm, and held a piece of gauze there to stop the bleeding.  Looking up, she saw Ceridwen seated on the bed across from her, and just behind her was Ambrosia bending over another form in the third bed.  Another form she assumed was the famed Chosen One.  Ambrosia turned to look at her, but didn't say anything, and came over to stand beside Ceridwen, arms folded across her chest.
   "Well," Ceridwen said.
   "It went rather well."  This from Ambrosia.
   Mara squinted in an attempt to lessen the impact of the bright Med Bay lights on her eyes.  "You, ah, want to explain a bit about what the Hell happened down there?" Her voice was a marvel of calm.
   "Essentially," Ambrosia began, "the underground lake there contains a high concentration of midichloriads."
   "Midi-what?"
   "Midichloriads, the microscopic life form that enables a Jedi to hear the voice of the Force."
   "Oh." Luke had never told her that one.  Mara wondered if he even knew.
   "When a Jedi dies, they become part of the Force.  The energy you picked up being in proximity to the lake enabled you to hear the specific part of the Force that was Anakin Skywalker.  Fortunately, he was so strong in the Force that he hadn't lost his individuality yet to the whole scope of the Force.  Your pulling him back activated some sort of chemical reaction, which is where the DNA sample fits in."
   "The midichloriads conceived him the first time," Mara said, abruptly remembering her first conversation with Ambrosia, "and they conceived him again."
   "Precisely."
   Mara glanced over at the sleeping form that looked so much like Luke.  "So why is he an adult now, instead of a baby?"
   "There was an additional chemical added to the DNA.  It gets complicated from there."
   "I think I understand why you had me do it.  The pull from those voices I heard throught the Force was extremely strong.  I'd imagine anyone with close ties would get caught up in it.  So now what?"
   "We wait for him to wake up."
   "No need."
   They all turned as the seemingly sleeping form sat up.  "I've been awake for about five minutes, now."  He rubbed his eyes, and Mara realized that he was dressed in some of Luke's clothes that he kept on board.  So, Ambrosia was the modest type.  "I just didn't want to disturb your discussion.  Hello, Ambie."
   "Hello, Anakin.  Welcome to the land of the living."  Ambrosia seemed surprisingly and rather irritatingly calm.
   Anakin Skywalker smiled, and once again Mara was reminded of the son in the father's face.  "It's nice to be back.  I think."  His eyes met Mara's.  "Hello, Mara."
   "Hi." Mara didn't know what else to say.  Hi, I'm the one who used to serve your former master who told me to kill the man I'd one day fall in love with and marry, the man who happens to be your son?  Somehow, Mara didn't think she'd be getting that one out into the open.
   He acknowledged her awkwardness by turning his gaze towards Ceridwen. Or rather, the space where Ceridwen had been.  "Where'd she go?"
   Ambrosia shrugged.  "Wherever she wanted to.  She's like that."
   "Oh." Skywalker ran a shaky hand through a mop of sandy-blonde hair that was just a shade lighter than Luke's.  "So, it's happened.  Someone threatened the crystal."
   It was clear from the expression on Quinn's face that she hadn't known that he knew.  He smiled, and Mara found it difficult to remember that this was once the man behind Darth Vader's mask.  Suddenly, she felt as if she could take no more.  "I'll be on the bridge if anyone desperately needs me."  She excused herself and hastily made way towards the Med Bay exit.
   "I think this may take some getting used to," Ambrosia said, keeping her tone mild.
   Anakin raised an eyebrow.  "Thanks to the queen of understatements."
   "You don't seem too surprised to be yanked back into life."
   Anakin looked down at his feet.  "It's not very clear to me, and it's becoming less so by the minute.  I don't remember what so-called death was like; the memory seems to be fading with every breath, but I do know that on some level I was aware of what was happening.  I was a part of the Force, but some small part maintained my individuality.  I think it's like that for everyone.  I could sense it happening, I could feel myself being pulled back." He shook his head.  "I can't really explain it."
   Ambrosia nodded.  "I think I get the gist of it."
   Anakin reached out and took her hand in his.  "We were always good friends, weren't we?  I don't know what happened to me, why I gave in to the dark side, but I promise that I'll stay on the right path this time."  His eyes held hers, and she could sense his earnestness as well as hear it in her voice.
   "I believe you, Anakin.  I always believed in you.  What happened wasn't entirely your fault." She smiled as he gave a derisive snort. "Mostly, but not entirely.  It may take a little more than a promise to convince the others."
   "My children." She nodded.  He laughed.  "I never thought I'd get a chance to be a father to them.  I don't even know Leia as herself, I only knew her as a pest of a princess that always seemed to be in my way." He shook his head.  "Have you seen her?  She looks so much like Padme."
   "And Luke looks like you.  And acts like you.  With a few minor differences."
   "Yes.  I can't tell if I'm excited about or dreading the encounter."
   Ambrosia shrugged.  "Both, I should think."
   Anakin dropped her hand.  "Have you told Mara Jade yet?"
   Ambrosia shifted uncomfortably.  "Told her what?"
   "You know perfectly well what.  The part about her being your daughter."  He raised his eyebrow agian as she stared at him.  "Yes, I knew who's child she was.  I should have kept her safe, but in my frame of mind, that wasn't exactly how I was thinking."
   Her eyes narrowed.  "But you did, anyway.  You never told Palpatine who she was."
   Anakin looked away.  "Just because I had followed the dark path, and was angry with Obi-wan didn't mean that I would betray everyone."
   "You let her live because she was my daughter?"
   When he nodded, she reached out and embraced him.  "Thank you."
   He drew back and looked her in the eye.  "She needs to know you and who her father was, Ambie."
   "I-"
   "She needs to know."
   "She will, Ani.  When the time is right."
   Anakin thankfully let it drop.  "I think I'll join her on the bridge.  We need to get out of here before we endanger anyone."
   Ambrosia's eyes narrowed.  "So you know."
   Anakin shook his head.  "I can feel something moving nearer, and I don't like the way it feels."
   "Let's go then."

   Mara looked up as the bridge doors slid open.  Quinn and Skywalker.  Great.  No rest for the utterly confused and terminally weary.  "So," she said, keeping the irritation out of her voice as best she could.  "Where to?"
   Quinn cleared her throat.  "I'll feed in the coordinates," she said, sitting down at the Nav consol.  Mara knew better not to ask.  She probably didn't want to know anyway.
   Skywalker sat down tentatively in the copilot's chair.  Luke's chair.  "Looks like you could use a copilot."
   "Sure," Mara said, the word sounding hollow to her own ears.  She'd do what she had to do, she told herself.
   Whatever she had to do.