Hey guys! This is the start of my new story, and I hope you like it! I've always loved Star Wars, and I was pretty pleased with the new film! If you see any errors about the Star Wars universe in this story, don't hesitate to leave a comment/PM me. I will do the best I can!
Mara is all mineeeee, as well as her little world. This is a romance with Poe Dameron, with lots of heartache and tears and drama and cuddles to come... Please comment if you enjoy what you see so far, and it will motivate me to update faster! MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU, NERDS.
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Coruscant hadn't been the capital of the New Republic at any point in Mara's twenty-six years, and she was slightly grateful for it. In recent years, Hosnian Prime, a land that she had never seen and did not care to, had overtaken that title. Being the capital planet of the New Republic meant being a focus for attack, and Mara was somewhat content with her monotonous and boring life.
Her life hadn't always been spent hiding behind large slabs of metal and sweaty bangs, but it had come to be that way as she grew older, and she accepted it with minor hesitation. Working in the repair shops for jets and pods was something to be proud of, especially as a young woman, and she wore her grease-stained pants proudly when headed into work each morning. The money that she earned allowed her to put dinner on her family's table, and repay her parents back for her scatterbrain nature and inability to make small talk at dinner parties.
It had been another tedious day at work, blazing under the hot summer sun, and Mara was checking herself out of the shop ten minutes before her actual ending time. Mateo, her jolly, sun-kissed skin boss was following her with his eyes as she headed towards the entrance. "Checking out early, Mara?"
Mara smirked to herself, but did not bother to turn and meet his gaze. "You know yourself that I got all of the requests done nearly two hours ago." She grabbed her dirty rucksack and slid it over her shoulder, the metal gears inside dragging her thin frame down. "I thought I could treat myself to a break."
"You're fired if you ever treat yourself again."
The seriousness in Mateo's voice caused Mara to second guess herself and turn to him. Her brown eyes grew as wide as a doe's, and she stared at him in silence with one hand resting on the doorknob. "Are you pulling my leg?"
Mateo's thick lips pouted momentarily before swooping up into a smile that stretched from one ear to the other. "I'm only kiddin' ya, Mar. You know how it goes. I run the shop while you do all the work." He winked, before tossing her something from the other side of the room. She saw it coming, and caught it swiftly with her free hand. "It's part of an old fighter jet engine from the days of Palpatine. I'm not really sure which side it belongs to. Someone from the 500 Republic found it and thought it would be a good collector's item, but you know that I'm more of a here-and-now kind of guy. Thought you'd like to have it."
Mara slid the rusted piece of engine between her fingers. It was small, but it was history. When the New Republic destroyed Palpatine, the people of Coruscant, who had once supported him, tore down his statues and any images of him that remained in the city-planet. She read the story nearly thirty times in her history book, and heard it firsthand from her parent's mouths, who were only children at the time. "Thanks, Matty. I owe you one."
"You don't owe me anything," he sighed, his beer belly growing bigger as he stretched back in his office chair. "Do a favour for yourself and let it inspire you to make your own history."
Mara slid the part into her bag, tossing her boss a grin. "What are you talking about? My life is my history."
Mateo shook his head slowly. His next sentence was probably aimed to be spoken beneath his breath, but Mara didn't miss a single syllable. "It's not the kind of history that's made for you, kid."
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Mara couldn't get Mateo's words out of her head. Her greens were nearly diced to pieces due to her distracted picking of them on her plate, but she suddenly found that she wasn't hungry and would rather reflect on the day's events. Her parents watched her carefully from the other side of the wooden table. Mara was often in another world, and she always tried to make conversation, but tonight's catch-up was going nowhere.
"Mara…" Her father cleared his throat before he continued. "You seem a bit… distracted."
Mara's eyes focussed more towards the voice of her father, until she realized her parents' intent gaze was directed towards her. Her phase was quickly broken as she dropped her fork on the ceramic plate with a clatter. "What? Were you saying something? What were we talking about?"
"Dear," her mother spoke hesitantly. "You're distracted today, and I can't imagine why. Did something bad happen at work? We don't want you to feel that you can't speak to us about things that upset or worry you."
Mara digested her mother's comments along with a stale piece of brown bread. Her teeth chewed slowly, but her mind was rolling with ideas. "Do you remember my dream as a little girl? Do you remember who I always admired?" They were both silent. Nobody needed to say it. Mara had always adored General Organa, otherwise known as Princess Leia. "It was never because I wanted to be royal like her, but because she employed people from all around the galaxy to work for her. There was no judgement... no bias within her decisions. That's what I've always wanted in life. To be free from judgement and hate, and she lives that every single day of her life."
The dim lighting of their house flickered for a moment as multiple jets passed overhead, sucking the energy from their little hut. Mara's parents were incredibly patient, and waited for the light to return as well as Mara's point. "I was just thinking about how I've gotten so comfortable here," Mara's voice grew softer. "I love Coco Town, and I love you both more than anything in the galaxy, but why didn't I ever think about leaving?"
Mara's parents were both healthy, and only in their early sixties. They were entirely capable of taking care of themselves, and had always been supportive of Mara's dreams. She had to wonder what ever stopped her for applying to work with the New Republic. Were her skills good enough? She was no pilot, but she certainly understood the jets that they flew. Was she too poor? Her family came from a stable income, and that was of minor importance to the Republic if her skill was up to par.
Comfort was what had stopped her. She liked keeping her favourite bag on her shoulder every day. She got used to the pain that dug into her shoulder from it, because it was carrying the things that interested her. She liked her boss, who paid her well and treated her with respect. She liked being close to her parents, who never blamed her or fondled her. She even liked going to Dex's Diner, a landmark of Coco Town that was around during the times of Anakin Skywalker. It was her life, and it was all she had ever known. But as time passed and the skin on her face began to show minor wrinkles, she began to wonder how she would feel as an old woman. Would she take her parents place with a family of her own in Coco Town? She hadn't kissed a man for two years. How was she ever going to get married when she found her books more interesting than the men of Coruscant?
"Mara."
She lifted her head to come out of her thoughts once again. Her mother's expression had changed from one of concern to one of decision. Mara did not recognize such a determined gaze from her small and plump mother, and could not seem to tear her eyes away from it. When she spoke again, Mara knew that things were about to change.
"There's someone that you need to meet."
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