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Note: This takes place 6 years after Luke was born. So, therefore, Mara is 4 years of age. Emra is around 15-16 years old.
The Emra Jade Chronicles- A New Journey
This trip through customs was no interstellar picnic, especially with my younger sibling. She was endearing and cute at times, but now was not a time for her to act cute and draw attention. Father and mother had gotten their papers and such for us to leave the small planet of Bastion, but were fearful as always, because of our family secret. It had caused us to flee from planet to planet across the galaxy.
It was bad enough that I had to dismantle my one means of protection, my lightsaber, into miniscule parts and pieces, but the brunt of this torture was having to act like a nerfhearding, flirtatious teenager. The real danger lay in being discovered by the Emperor's watchmen who guarded all entrances and exits to space. Only getting past them was the hard part. Once parted from the nosy, over-questioning guards, my heart could beat easily. Memories clearly rang through my head, reminiscing planets I had traveled to before.
I remembered the sweet, cool air of Corellia, the planet of interstellar smugglers. I recalled the desert planet of Tatooine, on which the sand stung with every step. The disheartened planet of Corouscant, where oppressive Imperial dealings were everyday and torturous.
But now was not the time to think of such things. Father and mother handed their passports to the customs officer, their faces blank and feelings buried deep within themselves. Leisurely the customs officer just stamped our books and let us out. The guards ignored us, already involved in their own conversation of politics and bureaucracy.
I breathed a sigh of relief, walking toward my family's personal vessel, the only thing of material value that we still held. The Smuggler's Moon was old, yes, but it could take us where we needed. Many a year had I spent on the vessel, hiding from the Jedi Hunters. I shook away the painful memories as my sister caught my attention. She jumped up and down with the excitement of space travel. I smiled gently down towards her.
"Where we going?" little Mara asked me.
"We are going to the.." I looked around for any signs of listeners. "..planet of Naboo. It's on the outskirts, same as Tatooine. But, trust me, little one, much, much nicer."
"Naboo? Flowers?" Mara looked up at me, her wee reddish-gold curls glistening in the sunlight of this alien world. As of late, Mara had started finding a certain fascination with flowers. I indulged her fantasy.
"Yes, plenty of flowers. Thousands of flowers. Now, let's get going," I told my sibling, then turned towards my mother, who had been loading supplies.
"That was a lucky break, mother. I was afraid those guards were going to detect us for sure this time. Mara was overexcited again." I glanced around, then whispered quietly, "I'm afraid she'll get us caught soon-"
"Quiet!" Mother yelled, then glancing sideways at me, whispered back, "We've held our luck so far. No reason to question our good fortune. Besides, I noticed that trick you pulled off at Corellia. That could've gotten us killed, too."
I grimaced. She'd noticed my putting off the guards by having another family "appear" out of nowhere. They'd fallen for it, all right, but she was right. We were indeed lucky.
"Emra! Sapri! I need your help in here!" called Father from deep inside the vessel. "Time for liftoff!"
Mother and I looked at each other quickly, then bounded up the entrance ramp. Father and Mara were already strapped in, ready. I quickly took the co-pilot's position and put on my headset. I punched in the coordinates for Naboo, then waited for the computer's calculations to print out. I handed them to my father, then entered the ship into lightspeed.
"Two hours," said Father in his hoarse voice. "Emra, time for practice." He breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been holding his breath for hours. "Take your sister with you. She may only be a child, but she's old enough to start training. Besides, for a teenager, you are old not to be teaching."
I made my thoughts of his ignorant comments unknown to him, and started back towards the edge of the ship, followed by my four-year old shadow. My fingers found, then pushed a button that was not there to the naked eye, or at least, to most people's. Out of the hidden came an item that the Emperor would have killed many innocents for.
It was a Holocron, one of the last not in Imperial hands. I sat down, cross-legged, to face my younger sister. Her green eyes looked up at me in innocence and purity. She was not darkened by anything of the Imperials' doing. My mother and father had told me of times of peace in the Old Republic, of Jedi Lore and famous doings. It was now time for me to train someone, as my parents had. Who better than my own sister?
I spoke softly to her, giving her an idea that this was something important.
"Mara, do you know what a Jedi is?" I asked her.
She thought until she came up with an answer. "Isn't that what you and mama and papa are?" she asked me. For a small child, I thought, Mara was keenly tuned to the things going on around her.
I nodded. "Yes, that's right. We're Jedi." I smiled at her, and she smiled back. "And that means you are Jedi, too."
She thought about this with deliberate effort, then smiled again. Then she did something that thoroughly shocked and amazed me. She telepathically talked for the first time.
(Sister, is this what we are?) she asked me. I nearly fell over with amazement, then Mother and Father walked in, bewildered as I. I thought it a mere prank, and dismissed it as such.
"Mara, what did you just do?" Mother asked, breathing and looking back and forth between Mara and me. Father's eyes were inquisitive and wondering, and I was just plain stupefied.
(I talked.) she said, and that was the moment in which I collapsed.
"Emra.." I was floating in a beam of light. "Emra..." Who was that? I wondered. I floated towards the figure, one bathed in light and joy. "Emra, return to me..." the voice repeated. A woman appeared before me, one I had never seen before. Her red hair gleamed in the light, playing cascades of reddish lights across the distance. Her green eyes were full of love and life. And....
And she wore a lightsaber.
A Jedi Master from the past? No, she looked like no one from the archives of my holocron. Something was familiar about her, something I could not place. Then it hit me. She was from the future.
She came towards me, smiling. Her smile told me not to be frightened, not to look away. Her healthiness told me that the Jedi Knights were not extinct as I would've thought the future might have brought. Then, abruptly, she stopped. She opened her mouth to speak.
"You will bring one great joy. You will be a Master, one day. And, you will make sure your sister is safe."
"Wait!" I called out to her as she turned and started back towards the light. "Who.. Who are you???"
A smile played upon her lips. "Someone whom you will know, one day."
And then I woke up.
(Emma! Emma! Wake up!) my sister's cries rang out. (I'm OK! Emma!)
I worked up the strength and courage to sit up on my legs. My parents stared at me with open, worried eyes. I had been laying on the medical cot, my arms and legs limp and heavy with pain. My sister was pale and white, my parents' faces just as pale and worried.
My mother was the first to break the silence.
"Emra, you gave us quite a scare." Her voice was rather shaky and full of worry. "Are you all right? Something was quite wrong with you. I felt in your wake two powerful force presences instead of only just you. What happened?"
I processed her words carefully and precisely. I had gone somewhere else. I had been with another force user. And I had not been here. I spoke carefully, trying not to upset my little sister.
"I don't know," I said, trying to recall what had just happened. I felt like I was on information overload. "I was floating, somewhere. There was a woman.." I drifted off for a moment. "She said I would know her, one day."
My mother looked startled. Obviously, this was not the expected answer for me to give. She turned her head towards my father, then looked at me once again, disbelieving. "Do you suppose you could have had a vision?" she asked.
Once again, I was confused. "No, I don't think so. It seemed too real. And yet..."
My father spoke up silently. His force skills were not what they should have been, but that was to be expected due to his lack of training. (Emra, no time for games. We are getting out of hyperspace in less than five minutes and I need your help. You were out for a while. Get your gear on, and act normal. I don't want this landing to be a hassle.)
(Yes, Father.) I answered back to him, silently as well, for Mara was not yet able to comprehend what others said through the force. Good thing, too. She was already way too informed for her own good.
My mother offered me her hand-I took it and brought myself off the floor, only now realizing how long I had been "out of it". I stepped into my flight suit in the back of the ship, shivering from the coldness of space, in its glory and entirety.
My father was waiting for me in the pilot's chair. I sat down and took the co-pilot's position. "Out of hyperspace on my mark." My father readied himself for the jump. "Mark." I flipped the switch. Normal space flew out before my eyes, just as mysterious.
A blue- and green-misted planet opened before my eyes. A small, outskirted planet that held a widely-known, loathing hatred for Jedi. So, of course, what Jedi would dare to land there?
After directions from a youthful Imperial officer, we touched down outside of the capitol of Theed. This planet of Naboo was very beautiful, mysterious, and strange. Or were we the strange ones? We got some rather apprehensive looks as we came down off the landing ramp. The landing fees were paid, words were exchanged. I opened my sphere of responsibility, as the Jedi Knight Kinda, also known as Sapri Jade, my mother, had taught me.
Very few realized the connection between the "ancient" Jedi and my mother. She had taken great pains to destroy all evidence of her former identity within the Jedi Order. Her master had been killed in the Clone Wars, when she had only been thirteen years old. She had no other alternative at the time other then to learn to fend for herself. Her parents were dead, her connections cut. She learned the hard way how to fend for herself. Then, one day, she met my father, a bashful young man who also had Jedi abilities, but never formally trained.
He had been a handsome figure of a man (so my mother told me) with wavy blonde hair and green eyes. Mother had also been rather attractive, too, I guess. My father told me one day (and even showed me a holograph) of her when she had been younger. She had straight red hair, and blue eyes as deep as the sea.
I had heard the fairytale romance many, many times. I just hoped that one day, I would find the right one for me- one who would listen, and not constantly talk. One who would treat me kindly and with the respect due. Who was I kidding?
We exchanged our currency to that of the local kind, and set off on our way to possibly make a sort of living here on this alien world.
Naboo was known for its high arches, its delicate scenery, and its loathing for Jedi. This loathing had occurred a long time ago, before I was even born. It had had to do something with a love between a ruler and her people, and the relationship with a Jedi that she had had. In any case, we were already outlaws if someone found out what we were.
As we walked down the street, I noticed an amphibious creature standing on the outskirts of a small tavern. He was middle aged and quite handsome, I suppose, for his species, because lots of females of his species were quite crowded around him.
I stepped up to the individual. He looked up at me.
"And whosa are yousa?" he asked in a rather strange accent.
"I am Emerald Wrade," I said, lying through my teeth. The name was close enough for me to respond, but still give me a cover. "I am a stranger to this planet. Is there any place around here that might offer respectable work for a young woman such as myself?"
He looked quizzically at me. Oh, shavit. I thought. I've really blown it up now. I should have discarded this poetic "Jedi" form of speech a long time ago. Now, we'll be found out and it'll be all my fault.
He paused a second. "Yousa have a funny ways of a speakin'," he said somberly. "Yousa reminds me of someones I knew a long time ago. Me thinks you should come with me- something tells me yousa needs my-a help."
He stepped down from his stool and motioned for my family to follow him. Mara skipped along rather innocently, not at all afraid of this towering lizard.
"Wellsa, yousa guys got yoursa selves intos a lots of troubles," he said rather quickly. "Yousa all Jedi, wisa maxie bit, sa Force, and all?" My father looked towards my mother, then at me.
"What makes you think that, my good fellow?" he said rather quietly.
"Wellsa, first off," I got ready for the lecture to come, "Yoursa manners of speakin' ain't normal arounds here. Seconds, yousas got some non-Imperial clothing going on here. I knows of a safe haven for Jedi, but you guys first gots to tell me- are your intentionables honorable?"
I looked over to my mother. She was dumbfounded, shrugged, then stated, "We are here only to start a new way of life without prosecution. And to protect our children."
I snorted. Some way of protecting me. Who, had last time, gotten us around an Imperial officer through flirtatious schemes? Certainly not her. Who still had their lightsaber? Who had..
"Enough, Emra. Thank you, kindly, stranger, for your offer of help. It would honor us greatly to accept your offer," my father answered to the creature.
Rather politically said, but well spoken, Geo. Telepathically my mother said to my father. I once again snorted. Rather politically spoken, Geo. Rather well spoken, Geo. Why don't we give you a medal, Geo..
"Emra! I'm surprised at you!" whispered my mother to me.
"Wellsa, comes this way, all of yous.." the amphibious sentient lead the way.
I shivered. He was traveling down a damp, cold alleyway. Normally I would have scoffed at such a thing. Wait a sec.. I was acting rather strange for some reason.
I evaluated my previous emotions and sayings. I sighed. Mood swings. They were at it again. And no amount of Jedi-training could take them out. I did a silent meditation, then followed the rest of my family down the alleyway, continuing our journey...
We came upon a well-lit (store? shop?) in the alleyway. The (Gungan? Is that what they were called?) creature stopped at the lights, then indicated that this was our "stop".
"Yousa safe in heres. Some of the Jedis in theres will help you with whatevers yous be needing on Naboo. Just be carefuls. Some of the locals aren's so taken with the Jedis. I've seen some Jedis that the Emperor took.."
I cut him off. "The Emperor was here? When? Where? Mom, Dad, we should get Mara away-off this planet-yes, out of here, right now..."
The (yes, I was right) Gungan looked at me funny. "What's so special bout this little gooberfish that the Emperor can't find her? Or is it none of mesa business?"
I glanced at Mother and Father. They looked puzzled, as if they had no idea of what I was talking about. This puzzled me. Surely they understood what I was talking about?
"Mother, Father, what is the problem? You understand, don't you?"
They shook their heads in confusion. I took a deep breath, then proceeded to explain. "Mara has shown a strength I've never seen before in employing the force. She has shown this both by her quick means of learning, and.. I've had a dream. A vision, you might say."
Mother and Father's eyes seemed pinned upon my face. "A vision, you say.. of what?" asked my mother.
I disclosed carefully, making sure that they understood, "A vision of Mara and death. Whose death is uncertain, understand me. I just know it felt that way around her. And the Emperor was there."
My father looked like he had been expecting something else, but something less gruesome and violent. His face held the color of white chalk, scared, and worried.
I spoke quickly. "These visions have been reoccurring frequently. I would've thought that you and Mother were having the same vision, but obviously not. Some of the visions hold different circumstances, but each ends the same, with Mara, death, and the Emperor."
A pause fell upon the alleyway. The Gungan spoke up. "Wellsa, he only comes around here every.. oh.. half-cycle. So yous shouldn't have to worry." The Gungan looked worried. "Me's gots to go. Oh, wells. Hope yous all be safe here! Welcome to Naboo!"
And with that, he went back the way he had come.
All right? Well, what do you think so far? It's a little project I've been working on..
Please read/review & please no flames!
Note: This takes place 6 years after Luke was born. So, therefore, Mara is 4 years of age. Emra is around 15-16 years old.
The Emra Jade Chronicles- A New Journey
This trip through customs was no interstellar picnic, especially with my younger sibling. She was endearing and cute at times, but now was not a time for her to act cute and draw attention. Father and mother had gotten their papers and such for us to leave the small planet of Bastion, but were fearful as always, because of our family secret. It had caused us to flee from planet to planet across the galaxy.
It was bad enough that I had to dismantle my one means of protection, my lightsaber, into miniscule parts and pieces, but the brunt of this torture was having to act like a nerfhearding, flirtatious teenager. The real danger lay in being discovered by the Emperor's watchmen who guarded all entrances and exits to space. Only getting past them was the hard part. Once parted from the nosy, over-questioning guards, my heart could beat easily. Memories clearly rang through my head, reminiscing planets I had traveled to before.
I remembered the sweet, cool air of Corellia, the planet of interstellar smugglers. I recalled the desert planet of Tatooine, on which the sand stung with every step. The disheartened planet of Corouscant, where oppressive Imperial dealings were everyday and torturous.
But now was not the time to think of such things. Father and mother handed their passports to the customs officer, their faces blank and feelings buried deep within themselves. Leisurely the customs officer just stamped our books and let us out. The guards ignored us, already involved in their own conversation of politics and bureaucracy.
I breathed a sigh of relief, walking toward my family's personal vessel, the only thing of material value that we still held. The Smuggler's Moon was old, yes, but it could take us where we needed. Many a year had I spent on the vessel, hiding from the Jedi Hunters. I shook away the painful memories as my sister caught my attention. She jumped up and down with the excitement of space travel. I smiled gently down towards her.
"Where we going?" little Mara asked me.
"We are going to the.." I looked around for any signs of listeners. "..planet of Naboo. It's on the outskirts, same as Tatooine. But, trust me, little one, much, much nicer."
"Naboo? Flowers?" Mara looked up at me, her wee reddish-gold curls glistening in the sunlight of this alien world. As of late, Mara had started finding a certain fascination with flowers. I indulged her fantasy.
"Yes, plenty of flowers. Thousands of flowers. Now, let's get going," I told my sibling, then turned towards my mother, who had been loading supplies.
"That was a lucky break, mother. I was afraid those guards were going to detect us for sure this time. Mara was overexcited again." I glanced around, then whispered quietly, "I'm afraid she'll get us caught soon-"
"Quiet!" Mother yelled, then glancing sideways at me, whispered back, "We've held our luck so far. No reason to question our good fortune. Besides, I noticed that trick you pulled off at Corellia. That could've gotten us killed, too."
I grimaced. She'd noticed my putting off the guards by having another family "appear" out of nowhere. They'd fallen for it, all right, but she was right. We were indeed lucky.
"Emra! Sapri! I need your help in here!" called Father from deep inside the vessel. "Time for liftoff!"
Mother and I looked at each other quickly, then bounded up the entrance ramp. Father and Mara were already strapped in, ready. I quickly took the co-pilot's position and put on my headset. I punched in the coordinates for Naboo, then waited for the computer's calculations to print out. I handed them to my father, then entered the ship into lightspeed.
"Two hours," said Father in his hoarse voice. "Emra, time for practice." He breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been holding his breath for hours. "Take your sister with you. She may only be a child, but she's old enough to start training. Besides, for a teenager, you are old not to be teaching."
I made my thoughts of his ignorant comments unknown to him, and started back towards the edge of the ship, followed by my four-year old shadow. My fingers found, then pushed a button that was not there to the naked eye, or at least, to most people's. Out of the hidden came an item that the Emperor would have killed many innocents for.
It was a Holocron, one of the last not in Imperial hands. I sat down, cross-legged, to face my younger sister. Her green eyes looked up at me in innocence and purity. She was not darkened by anything of the Imperials' doing. My mother and father had told me of times of peace in the Old Republic, of Jedi Lore and famous doings. It was now time for me to train someone, as my parents had. Who better than my own sister?
I spoke softly to her, giving her an idea that this was something important.
"Mara, do you know what a Jedi is?" I asked her.
She thought until she came up with an answer. "Isn't that what you and mama and papa are?" she asked me. For a small child, I thought, Mara was keenly tuned to the things going on around her.
I nodded. "Yes, that's right. We're Jedi." I smiled at her, and she smiled back. "And that means you are Jedi, too."
She thought about this with deliberate effort, then smiled again. Then she did something that thoroughly shocked and amazed me. She telepathically talked for the first time.
(Sister, is this what we are?) she asked me. I nearly fell over with amazement, then Mother and Father walked in, bewildered as I. I thought it a mere prank, and dismissed it as such.
"Mara, what did you just do?" Mother asked, breathing and looking back and forth between Mara and me. Father's eyes were inquisitive and wondering, and I was just plain stupefied.
(I talked.) she said, and that was the moment in which I collapsed.
"Emra.." I was floating in a beam of light. "Emra..." Who was that? I wondered. I floated towards the figure, one bathed in light and joy. "Emra, return to me..." the voice repeated. A woman appeared before me, one I had never seen before. Her red hair gleamed in the light, playing cascades of reddish lights across the distance. Her green eyes were full of love and life. And....
And she wore a lightsaber.
A Jedi Master from the past? No, she looked like no one from the archives of my holocron. Something was familiar about her, something I could not place. Then it hit me. She was from the future.
She came towards me, smiling. Her smile told me not to be frightened, not to look away. Her healthiness told me that the Jedi Knights were not extinct as I would've thought the future might have brought. Then, abruptly, she stopped. She opened her mouth to speak.
"You will bring one great joy. You will be a Master, one day. And, you will make sure your sister is safe."
"Wait!" I called out to her as she turned and started back towards the light. "Who.. Who are you???"
A smile played upon her lips. "Someone whom you will know, one day."
And then I woke up.
(Emma! Emma! Wake up!) my sister's cries rang out. (I'm OK! Emma!)
I worked up the strength and courage to sit up on my legs. My parents stared at me with open, worried eyes. I had been laying on the medical cot, my arms and legs limp and heavy with pain. My sister was pale and white, my parents' faces just as pale and worried.
My mother was the first to break the silence.
"Emra, you gave us quite a scare." Her voice was rather shaky and full of worry. "Are you all right? Something was quite wrong with you. I felt in your wake two powerful force presences instead of only just you. What happened?"
I processed her words carefully and precisely. I had gone somewhere else. I had been with another force user. And I had not been here. I spoke carefully, trying not to upset my little sister.
"I don't know," I said, trying to recall what had just happened. I felt like I was on information overload. "I was floating, somewhere. There was a woman.." I drifted off for a moment. "She said I would know her, one day."
My mother looked startled. Obviously, this was not the expected answer for me to give. She turned her head towards my father, then looked at me once again, disbelieving. "Do you suppose you could have had a vision?" she asked.
Once again, I was confused. "No, I don't think so. It seemed too real. And yet..."
My father spoke up silently. His force skills were not what they should have been, but that was to be expected due to his lack of training. (Emra, no time for games. We are getting out of hyperspace in less than five minutes and I need your help. You were out for a while. Get your gear on, and act normal. I don't want this landing to be a hassle.)
(Yes, Father.) I answered back to him, silently as well, for Mara was not yet able to comprehend what others said through the force. Good thing, too. She was already way too informed for her own good.
My mother offered me her hand-I took it and brought myself off the floor, only now realizing how long I had been "out of it". I stepped into my flight suit in the back of the ship, shivering from the coldness of space, in its glory and entirety.
My father was waiting for me in the pilot's chair. I sat down and took the co-pilot's position. "Out of hyperspace on my mark." My father readied himself for the jump. "Mark." I flipped the switch. Normal space flew out before my eyes, just as mysterious.
A blue- and green-misted planet opened before my eyes. A small, outskirted planet that held a widely-known, loathing hatred for Jedi. So, of course, what Jedi would dare to land there?
After directions from a youthful Imperial officer, we touched down outside of the capitol of Theed. This planet of Naboo was very beautiful, mysterious, and strange. Or were we the strange ones? We got some rather apprehensive looks as we came down off the landing ramp. The landing fees were paid, words were exchanged. I opened my sphere of responsibility, as the Jedi Knight Kinda, also known as Sapri Jade, my mother, had taught me.
Very few realized the connection between the "ancient" Jedi and my mother. She had taken great pains to destroy all evidence of her former identity within the Jedi Order. Her master had been killed in the Clone Wars, when she had only been thirteen years old. She had no other alternative at the time other then to learn to fend for herself. Her parents were dead, her connections cut. She learned the hard way how to fend for herself. Then, one day, she met my father, a bashful young man who also had Jedi abilities, but never formally trained.
He had been a handsome figure of a man (so my mother told me) with wavy blonde hair and green eyes. Mother had also been rather attractive, too, I guess. My father told me one day (and even showed me a holograph) of her when she had been younger. She had straight red hair, and blue eyes as deep as the sea.
I had heard the fairytale romance many, many times. I just hoped that one day, I would find the right one for me- one who would listen, and not constantly talk. One who would treat me kindly and with the respect due. Who was I kidding?
We exchanged our currency to that of the local kind, and set off on our way to possibly make a sort of living here on this alien world.
Naboo was known for its high arches, its delicate scenery, and its loathing for Jedi. This loathing had occurred a long time ago, before I was even born. It had had to do something with a love between a ruler and her people, and the relationship with a Jedi that she had had. In any case, we were already outlaws if someone found out what we were.
As we walked down the street, I noticed an amphibious creature standing on the outskirts of a small tavern. He was middle aged and quite handsome, I suppose, for his species, because lots of females of his species were quite crowded around him.
I stepped up to the individual. He looked up at me.
"And whosa are yousa?" he asked in a rather strange accent.
"I am Emerald Wrade," I said, lying through my teeth. The name was close enough for me to respond, but still give me a cover. "I am a stranger to this planet. Is there any place around here that might offer respectable work for a young woman such as myself?"
He looked quizzically at me. Oh, shavit. I thought. I've really blown it up now. I should have discarded this poetic "Jedi" form of speech a long time ago. Now, we'll be found out and it'll be all my fault.
He paused a second. "Yousa have a funny ways of a speakin'," he said somberly. "Yousa reminds me of someones I knew a long time ago. Me thinks you should come with me- something tells me yousa needs my-a help."
He stepped down from his stool and motioned for my family to follow him. Mara skipped along rather innocently, not at all afraid of this towering lizard.
"Wellsa, yousa guys got yoursa selves intos a lots of troubles," he said rather quickly. "Yousa all Jedi, wisa maxie bit, sa Force, and all?" My father looked towards my mother, then at me.
"What makes you think that, my good fellow?" he said rather quietly.
"Wellsa, first off," I got ready for the lecture to come, "Yoursa manners of speakin' ain't normal arounds here. Seconds, yousas got some non-Imperial clothing going on here. I knows of a safe haven for Jedi, but you guys first gots to tell me- are your intentionables honorable?"
I looked over to my mother. She was dumbfounded, shrugged, then stated, "We are here only to start a new way of life without prosecution. And to protect our children."
I snorted. Some way of protecting me. Who, had last time, gotten us around an Imperial officer through flirtatious schemes? Certainly not her. Who still had their lightsaber? Who had..
"Enough, Emra. Thank you, kindly, stranger, for your offer of help. It would honor us greatly to accept your offer," my father answered to the creature.
Rather politically said, but well spoken, Geo. Telepathically my mother said to my father. I once again snorted. Rather politically spoken, Geo. Rather well spoken, Geo. Why don't we give you a medal, Geo..
"Emra! I'm surprised at you!" whispered my mother to me.
"Wellsa, comes this way, all of yous.." the amphibious sentient lead the way.
I shivered. He was traveling down a damp, cold alleyway. Normally I would have scoffed at such a thing. Wait a sec.. I was acting rather strange for some reason.
I evaluated my previous emotions and sayings. I sighed. Mood swings. They were at it again. And no amount of Jedi-training could take them out. I did a silent meditation, then followed the rest of my family down the alleyway, continuing our journey...
We came upon a well-lit (store? shop?) in the alleyway. The (Gungan? Is that what they were called?) creature stopped at the lights, then indicated that this was our "stop".
"Yousa safe in heres. Some of the Jedis in theres will help you with whatevers yous be needing on Naboo. Just be carefuls. Some of the locals aren's so taken with the Jedis. I've seen some Jedis that the Emperor took.."
I cut him off. "The Emperor was here? When? Where? Mom, Dad, we should get Mara away-off this planet-yes, out of here, right now..."
The (yes, I was right) Gungan looked at me funny. "What's so special bout this little gooberfish that the Emperor can't find her? Or is it none of mesa business?"
I glanced at Mother and Father. They looked puzzled, as if they had no idea of what I was talking about. This puzzled me. Surely they understood what I was talking about?
"Mother, Father, what is the problem? You understand, don't you?"
They shook their heads in confusion. I took a deep breath, then proceeded to explain. "Mara has shown a strength I've never seen before in employing the force. She has shown this both by her quick means of learning, and.. I've had a dream. A vision, you might say."
Mother and Father's eyes seemed pinned upon my face. "A vision, you say.. of what?" asked my mother.
I disclosed carefully, making sure that they understood, "A vision of Mara and death. Whose death is uncertain, understand me. I just know it felt that way around her. And the Emperor was there."
My father looked like he had been expecting something else, but something less gruesome and violent. His face held the color of white chalk, scared, and worried.
I spoke quickly. "These visions have been reoccurring frequently. I would've thought that you and Mother were having the same vision, but obviously not. Some of the visions hold different circumstances, but each ends the same, with Mara, death, and the Emperor."
A pause fell upon the alleyway. The Gungan spoke up. "Wellsa, he only comes around here every.. oh.. half-cycle. So yous shouldn't have to worry." The Gungan looked worried. "Me's gots to go. Oh, wells. Hope yous all be safe here! Welcome to Naboo!"
And with that, he went back the way he had come.
All right? Well, what do you think so far? It's a little project I've been working on..
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