Disclaimer: I DON´T OWN STARWARS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!! I KNOW!!!!!!!
Author´s Note: So my writer´s block has finally vanished!!! Hope you like how the story goes on!! My other one, the "Little-Luke"-story which I promised you to be more serious will still take a while...so just enjoy this now!
15 years after the events of The Legacy of Chewbacca...
No more trouble
"Dada, DADAAA!!!" - "What is it this time, Ben?" - "Where are my black skater-trousers?" the blonde teenager asked impatiently. "Why should I know that, go ask your mum!" came the tired answer of his father. "But, Daaad! Don´t ya remember...she´s again on that pissy, little wookiee-planet...Kasherk!" - "Gee, you´re right son...but it´s Kashyyyk and not Kasherk, time to call your basic-teacher again, I think!" - "Please, don´t!! I´ve had enough of this old witch." - "Watch your language, Benny! Mrs. Crabable is a very kind, elder lady." But Ben contradicted the Jedi Master, "She´s only kind to YOU when you are at the parent meetings, dada! She doesn´t like ME!" - "Well, do you actually wonder?? Just remember your writing and spelling skills...you´re every teacher´s worst nightmare!" Suddenly Ben started crying, "That´s not true!! I AM intelligent!! I just think there are much more interesting things to do than sitting and studying dumb, unnecessary things like....letters and so on...! You also told me that you weren´t interested in school too when you were my age...instead you were having races in Beggar´s Canyon with your farmboy-friends!!" - "But that was at least an exciting activity!! All YOU do is sitting in front of your mirror, watch the holovid and..." - "And how can you say that´s not as exciting as shooting some damn rats in your scrapheap-like T-16 on Tatooine? I´m a man of the new generation, I have a sense for beauty and I simply have other urges than you!" That made his father even more upset, "You´re a whiner! That´s what you are! A whiner that not even knows how to spell his own name!" - "I KNOW how to spell my name!!" - "Well...?" - "B. E. N.", he said after thinking a few seconds. "And your second name...?" - "Hey! That´s not fair! I thought just the first one!" which made his opponent burst out in laughter. "You´re so cruel, dada!" Ben whined further and after Luke had recovered again the younger Skywalker added, "I´ll tell Mum how cruel you are to me!" - "I´ll tell everything my Mummy!" Luke imitated him and burst out in laughter again.
Meanwhile in a little treehouse on Kashyyyk...
"Thank you, Malla, but I really think that I had enough of this Corellian rum...it was delicious!" Malla growled in response and showed their visitor her sleeping place. Mara (YES! You guessed right! MARA is the visitor!) tried to sleep then but suddenly a small furball jumped through her window into the room. She was startled first but then noticed it was her son Chucky. Released she scolded him, "Chucky, how often shall I tell you not to scare me like this?" Chucky growled an apologize and then sat next to her on her bed. "I´m sorry, little one! But I have to leave tomorrow again, you know. I´ve work to do and there are still your half brother and your stepfather waiting for me at home." Again Chucky growled in a dismayed way and then gave his mother a big wookiee-hug. "I´ll miss you too", Mara said laughing, "but I think it´s time for bed now, little wookiee, so that you can get up early tomorrow in order to say good-bye to me!" That made sense to Chucky and so he left Mara´s room the same way he had come in. Mara kept lying in her bed for quite a while then and thought about her little vacation here the last few days. It was always very restful on Kashyyyk. She enjoyed every second she could spend with her son, whose identity was held top secret and enjoyed Malla´s company as well. She had never imagined that Chewie´s wife would forgive her but Malla had been very understanding and they had grown friends very quickly. A pity that Mara had to leave tomorrow and return to the two nerve-racking jerks on Coruscant!!
To be continued... [the next part will be longer, I promise!]