Secret Tunnels
Luke sat in the cramped confines of his X-wing cockpit, oblivious to the starlines streaking by. His full and rapt attention was focused on yet another entry made long ago by his wife into her journal.
Her entries of late had been less personal and more informative, giving him a view of what she focused on. It also showed how she slowly but surely became the cold and calculating woman he'd initially met.
Today I discovered that there are a network of tunnels beneath the Imperial Palace, and perhaps even throughout most of the Senatorial district. That could come in quite handy in a pinch. I could do a job, and then disappear underground. From the state most of the tunnels are in, I doubt most people even remember that they exist.
I have already begun exploring and mapping out the tunnels. I will have them memorized within a month. Master has been pushing me even harder than normal of late. Probably because of the stupid Rebel Alliance people keep whispering exists.
Rebellion is an apt word. Imagine; there are people out there stupid enough to try outwitting the Emperor. Idiots, all of them.
Luke chuckled, knowing that eventually, he'd also become an 'idiot'.
Master has tasked Vader with tracking their movements. Really? That hunk of bulky junkyard parts couldn't sneak up on anyone in that damned outfit if he tried. The rebreather kind of gives him away. I can always hear him coming from a mile away.
Despite the affront to his lineage, Luke couldn't help but burst out laughing at Mara's description of Darth Vader. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, taking a shuddering breath and trying to calm down enough to read.
Upon returning his attention to the page, Luke discovered that his eyes were still a bit watery with mirth. Luke had to set the book down until his vision cleared. Finally, he was able to continue.
Anyway, that's what Master wants, and what he wants, he gets…
Well, I have part of the tunnel system mapped out, and I have early training tomorrow with the hand-to-hand teachers. Oh joy. I get to put up with a bunch of over sized pre-teens in leotards. I swear; some men never grow up. Well, I guess no man ever truly grows up…
Anyway, got work to do.
~M.J
Luke shook his head, smirking. He could just picture the scene Mara had painted: a couple of men in work-out gear, no doubt doing their best to woo the fair lady.
A pang of sorrow touched his heart. Mara had been his fair lady… the fairest ever.
Luke touched his breast pocket, feeling the locket he carried that kept her final note to him. His heart forever belonged to her, more so now because of her absence.
Luke closed his eyes, clutching the book to his chest, and wishing for the millionth time that it was Mara Jade Skywalker.
