Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.
Enter Luke (mounted on R2-D2), Mara (mounted on Sneaky), and Jaina (mounted on Arnie), en route for Tython.
Luke. [to Mara] Your father seems great.
Mara. I guess so. We've been arguing for so many years.
Luke. Yes, you said.
Mara. You think I was lying about that?
Luke. I didn't say you were lying. It's just . . . He seems okay . . . your stepmother, too. Maybe they have, er, gotten better since you saw them last.
Mara. [hesitates] They're still in the Braxant sector, Luke. I can't live so far from the Praxeum.
Luke. So what are you going to do now?
Mara. I don't know. But thank you for rescuing me.
Luke. Hey, it's no big deal. We're friends.
Mara. You didn't believe I was dead?
Luke. Never.
Mara. [hesitates] Neither is Jacen, you know. I mean, he isn't dead.
Luke stares at Mara.
Luke. Mara. That fall was pretty bad. There's no way . . .
Mara. He isn't dead. I know it, the same way you knew about me.
The aiwhas enter into Tython's atmosphere.
R2-D2. How speedy was that, Master Luke?
Luke. You're the man, Artoo . . . er, aiwha, I mean.
The aiwhas approach Tython.
Mara. [to Luke] You don't believe me about Jacen. But we'll see him again. He's in trouble, Luke. He's under Palpatine's spell.
Luke. [aside] I don't feel like arguing, but this is starting to annoy me. How could she still have any feelings for that sleemo? How could she possibly make excuses for him? He deserved . . . All right. I'll say it: He deserved to die. Unlike Ahsoka, unlike Akanah . . . Caedus can't be alive. It's not fair.
The aiwhas land on Tython.
Jaina. There it is. It's started.
Luke. What's started?
Jaina. The winter solstice. The Council of the Je'daii.
Exit all.