Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.
Enter Luke and Lowbacca, in cabin three.
Lowbacca. Luke is my brother?
Luke. Oh, Lowie. It's not that simple. [aside] But there is no explaining it to him. He's in paradise. And me . . . well, as much as I like the big guy, I can't help feeling embarrassed, ashamed. There, I said it. My father, the all-powerful Lord Vader, fell for some Melodie, and Lowbacca was the result. I mean, I read the myths about Wookiees. I even remember that they were often Vader's children. But I never really processed that this made them my . . . family, until now.
Luke enters the wider Jedi Praxeum, where other Jedi make several snide comments about Luke and Lowbacca.
Exit Lowbacca.
[to all] He's not my real brother. He's more like a half-brother on the monstrous side of the family. Like . . . a half-brother twice removed, or something. [aside] Nobody buys it. I must admit it: I'm angry with my father. Now being his son feels like a joke.
Enter Mara.
Mara. Don't worry about it, Luke. Why don't we work together to build this Podracer. With your father and my mother, we should own this track.
Enter Erisi Dlarit, a daughter of Yun-Q'aah with short black hair and blue eyes, among her fellow children of Yun-Q'aah.
Erisi. Say, Skywalker, do you need to borrow some eyeliner for your eye . . . sorry, eyes.
Erisi and her siblings laugh and exit.
Mara. Just ignore them, Skywalker. It isn't your fault you have a monster for a brother.
Luke. He's not my brother. And he's not a monster, either.
Mara. [raises her eyebrows] Hey, don't get mad at me. And technically, he is a monster.
Luke. Well, you gave him permission to enter the Praxeum.
Mara. Because it was the only way to save your life. I mean, I'm sorry, Luke. I didn't expect Vader to claim him. Wookiees are the most deceitful, treacherous . . .
Luke. He is not. What have you got against Wookiees, anyway?
Mara. [blushes] Just forget it. Now, the engines for this Podracer . . .
Luke. You're treating him like he's this horrible thing. He saved my life.
Mara throws her stylus to the ground.
Mara. [rising] Then maybe you should design a Podracer with him.
Luke. Maybe I should.
Mara. Fine.
Luke. Fine.
Exit Mara, storming off.
[sighs] Now I feel more miserable than ever.
Exit Luke.