A purely speculative account from the end of VOTF; before the Treaty was signed till after, in reference to the changes experienced by LS & MJ. This may be boring to many, plenty of talking and no action, but I had an enormous amount of fun deliberating over the expectant reactions of SW's most beloved non original character.
Authors note: I own nothing. In regards to the Star Wars Universe and materialistically. So no point trying to sue me.
I have only uploaded two chapters so far though this story has been completed. There are some paragraphs later on which are in huge need of revision. I have a great many different ideas as to the direction of a sequel. However, I will not be publishing anything if no one reads this. I write only for the pleasure; sharing with others for feedback. No feedback then no point publishing. So please reviews are most welcome. Otherwise please enjoy!
Luke stared out over the city scope, his eyes sweeping over the mountain range buildings that rose up near and afar. The thousands of dazzling lights, all the colours of the rainbow, moved in every direction joined with the general hustle and bustle to create a huge swell of life.
It had been ten years since he had stood in that very spot on the roof of the Imperial Palace. Back then his musings had been centred on his apprehension of becoming a teacher to both his sister, Leia, and her twins. With all that had transpired since that time, Luke felt as though his life was finally going along the correct path.
It had been two days since his return to what was once the Imperial Capital of the Empire, Coruscant. He had returned from his rescue mission in the Narian System to find both Leia and her husband, Han, were still away on missions of their own. Although Luke was chomping at the bit to see them again, and to tell them about the happenings of his time away, he was pleased to find Chewie and the Solo children home. Needless to say it was mutually happy reunion. Young Anakin was especially anxious to hear all about the creatures, the Qom Jha and Qom Qae that both he and Mara had encountered in their adventures.
Though, the Twins tried very hard to appear rather aloof to their Uncle for being away for such a long time, it was evident they too enjoyed hearing about how the 'mynock' creatures were able to assist their Uncle in gaining entry into the fortress.
As was to be expected, Luke left out a great majority of the story and details. A lot of the details were either very sensitive information, or was deemed very unsuitable for the ears of youngsters, much to the disapproval of the children. Especially when they knew that as soon as they were seen off to bed that
Luke had told much real tail in great detail to Chewie.
The day after arriving and upon the promise to the President of the New Republic, Ponc Garivison, Chewie and Luke had attended a High Council Briefing where the circumstances to which Luke had come into possession of the Caamas Document was questioned.
And question they did, or in fact, tried to. As Luke and Mara had agreed upon, the whole 'Hand of Thrawn' organisation, the Thrawn Clone, and the impressive technological advanced TIE fighters, were to be kept a secret. At least until he and Mara had come to an agreement as to the extent of telling people about it.
Many of the High Councillors had become rather agitated by Luke's very apparent lack of details and thorough answers to their continuous inquiries. Not that it had troubled Luke at all. As he was the one who had bought them the only surviving copy of the Caamas Document, and also being the one and only Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, there wasn't much they could do about it.
Luke's thoughts turned to Mara. She had left the NR Station Pavilion, the closest civilization to the Narian System they could find, shortly after arriving there. Though Luke and Mara had discussed a proper meal, change of clothes, and a good nights rest in a real bed, once they had found out about the extent of the civil unrest going on across the galaxy that reaching Coruscant and handing over the Caamas Document was to be the first priority.
The second, though Luke with a sorrowful sigh, of course being Mara going off to find Karrde.
Luke understood her reasons for wanting to find Karrde. She had a whole lot of things to discuss with him. Yet her absence so soon, merely hours, after their engagement was very disheartening. Especially given the whole situation surrounding his proposal of marriage; watching a torrent of water rise towards them that would have spelt their doom.
Although Luke kept assuring himself against it, Mara's absence allowed negative and doubting thoughts to enter his mind. After so many years circling around each other, it was so hard to believe that they were finally coming together. And especially for Luke, it was even harder to believe the woman who had once hated him so passionately, could possibly fall in love with him. It really did seem inconceivable.
Luke sighed again and gently shook his head, allowing all negativity drain away. Mara would arrive in the system in little over a week, and then all his misgivings would perish and he would feel a fool for ever doubting her intentions. He just had to wait.
The door leading out to the roof slid open and through it stepped Anakin Solo, walking straight over to where Luke stood against the railing.
Drinking the rest of his Hot Chocolate in one gulp, he turned to Anakin who smiled and simply said, "Dinner's ready." Then after a thought, "Jaina's making it," the boy said sourly.
Luke smiled down at him, "Anakin, you should be more supportive than that. Jaina just wants to help out Winter."
"Why can't she do the laundry instead?" Anakin snorted.
Luke chuckled quietly, "Because no one notices who does the laundry."
Frowning slightly, not quite understanding his Uncle's meaning, he put his hands on his hips in a perfect imitation of his father. "Well she's a terrible cook! Worst then even Threepio!"
Luke blinked. "Your father let Threepio cook?"
"Well, no," he said with a big smirk on his face. "But you've got to wonder!"
Luke laughed easily this time, "just don't tell your sister that."
Anakin shrugged, and then shivered. It was after all cold and dark up there on the roof.
"Here," Luke said, taking off his cloak and wrapping it around the boy's small frame. It was far too big, but never the less, Anakin's face lit up and he fought to secure it tighter around himself. His face was beaming with pride.
"Now all I need is your Lightsabre!" He said enthusiastically.
"Well, no amount of shivering is going to get you that," he said, still smiling. Luke put his arm around his shoulders and started to guide him towards the exit, being careful not to trip on the trail of cloak dragging on the duracrete. "Come on, let's go see what goop your sister's brewed up."
Anakin's face it and he put on his best pleading tone, "Couldn't you just get us some take out instead?"