Chapter 43
'Didn't I Kill You Years Ago?'
'Another Dysfunctional Family Dinner'
'But My Professional Name Is...'
'Leather & Lace'
Two weeks have passed since the 'Kitchen Counter' incident. Anakin refuses to discuss it. It's no ones' business anyway. This was a private matter between him and Isabel. He felt guilty enough as it was. That stupid book!! '365 Positions' were now down to 364 and he wasn't sure if he was going to try those!
Isabel was in no mood to talk that night. He vowed not to leave her side and stayed the night anyway. He even sent Threepio over the next morning to tend to anything she needed around the apartment. The droid was chatty but at least he didn't knock her unconscious by handing her a magazine.
Several of Isabel's friends stop by to visit her, including Luke and Leia. Anakin would stop by after work and help tend to her. He really felt awful. Isabel didn't want to hurt his feelings so she didn't send him home, but he was driving her crazy and she wanted him out of her apartment.
The only thing that sent him on his way was Leia. She never actually put him out; instead, it was sheer fear of her interrogation. She had never gotten a satisfactory explanation from him. Anakin fled the scene as soon as he felt her presence in the building. Isabel didn't really explain how her ankle was broken either but Leia figured her father had to have been involved somehow.
Anakin was getting daily updates on the Emperor's 'makeover' things weren't going so well in the CEO's office.
Palpatine is staring in the refresher mirror. He is reciting his new morning affirmation. –
"I deserve good things; I am entitled to my share of happiness. I refuse to beat myself up. I am an attractive person. I am fun to be with. People like me" He makes an attempt at a friendly smile but instead he resembles a nexu in headlights.
His secretary Hilda calls him over the intercom. "Excellency, Former Supreme Chancellor Vallorum is here to see you."
The Emperor returns to his desk.
"…What's he doing here? Didn't I have him killed? What the hell does he want?"
"Ah…Excellency. You're on speaker."
"I'm on what??? Oh….uhm Send him in." He immediately summons Jar Jar. "Jar Jar, you imbecilic boob, get in here. Oh, and bring some coffee and cake. What did you say??? I'm the Emperor how dare... (Sighs)…'Pleease'?" He takes his place at his desk and tries to rehearse what he is going to say. The bouquet of flowers Anakin had sent is still on his desk. They have since wilted. The Emperor still didn't understand the note on the card.:
'Excellency, you stay with it for the next six months and learn to speak beautifully, like a lady in a florist shop."
He tried to call Anakin to thank him and ask about the note, but his favorite 'Dark Lord' was not available to take his calls. It's that 'evil vixen' he's seeing. She's a distraction.
Jar Jar enters with a tray of Jawa coffee and breakfast pastries. The Emperor points to the table between the two armchairs. Jar Jar sets it down. The Emperor smiles suddenly. Hilda tries to remind him that the former Chancellor Valorum is waiting but the Emperor promptly disconnects her. He looks over at Jar Jar who is about to turn and leave. "Jar Jar, come here for a moment, I have a question to ask you."
"Youssa wantin' sumthin else, oh sadistic Imperial fussiness?"
"Jar Jar, I need your help, son,"
Jar Jar looks around to see if there is anyone else in the room to whom the Emperor is addressing. He surmises that he is the one to whom the Emperor is speaking. Jar Jar leans on the desk facing the Emperor. "Youssa be wantin' help from Jar Jar?"
"Yesssss…." Palpatine sounded like a slithering snake. "Jar Jar, have you noticed the young lady Lord Vader brought into the office some weeks ago?"
"Oh, yes. No one in Evil Empire missed her! Clone Troopers taking extra target practice to impress her next on visit. Theysa be wild and crazy over women in Imperial offices. It's like they never see woman before."
"Well, they never will if I have anything to say about it. Do you think that his lady friend would find me attractive?"
"If shesa got bombastic bad vision."
"How do you think I'm doing with my image makeover?"
"Jar Jar give you full report soon as you start."
Hilda is on the COM link again. Your Excellency, The former Chancellor is waiting…"
"Fine! Send him in, you old bat!"
The Royal Guards escort Valorum into the Emperor's office. He bows halfway and addresses the Emperor
"Your Excellency. thank you for seeing me. I know how busy you must be."
"I always take pleasure in meeting such a revered and honorable man such as you. Please."
He gestures for Valorum to take a seat.
"Normally I would never come here to bother you but there is an issue I need to discuss with you"
"Well, I will try and help by all means. I hope that misunderstanding about me trying to overthrow you years ago has been cleared up. I hear you have one of the top law firms in the galaxy. You must be proud."
"I never hold grudges, Your Excellency. And, yes. I am pleased at the direction in which my new firm is going. The reason for my visit is your protégé, Lord Vader. It seems that he is currently seeing the daughter of a prominent industrialist."
Palpatine feigns surprise
"Oh, I see…And I take it the father does not approve of this relationship"
"Not wholeheartedly. He's protective of his only daughter…and Lord Vader still with that unfortunate incident involving his late wife, the former Queen of Naboo; hanging over his head…I'm sure you see where I'm going with this."
"There is something in this for both of us. Yes. I see what you mean. I rein in my commander and your client can rest comfortably knowing his daughter is safely out of the clutches of someone he finds 'unsuitable." The Emperor ponders for a moment. The proposition sounds enticing but he is wondering how he can gain anything from destroying another of Anakin's relationships. He coyly looks down at his notes then over to the vase of dead flowers in front of him. He raises his head and smiles across the desk at Vallorum. "Let me see what can be done. Hmmm?"
"Thank you, Your Excellency. I appreciate your time. And thank you for considering this proposal."
"I'm a reasonable man. I promise you, I will do what's right."
"That's all I ask on behalf of my client. Good Day, Your Excellency."
"Good Day, Counselor. My guards will see you out."
Vallorum leaves. Palpatine's office. Palpatine promptly makes a call.
"Yes…Boba Fett, please."
Meanwhile
Luke has just arrived at his father's office after a morning of Jedi training. Obi-Wan promises to see his young Padawan at dinner. And, yes, he would be bringing a special guest.
Luke was feeling great that day. He was whistling as he walked down the hall to leave a stack of data cards for Governor Tarkin. The secretary thanks him before he turns to leave. Once back in the hall he hears a voice that brought dread into the hearts of all decent Padawan and seasoned Jedi. That red menace!
"Hey, Blondie! How's it going?"
"Oh, hello, Mara, I'm fine, how are you?"
"Say that again… like you mean it."
"No." He had those impure thoughts again: 'Can't I just knock her out just once?'
"Why?"
"Because I didn't mean it the first time I said it. Isn't it a little early to torture me? Couldn't you have waited at least another hour?"
"Why wait? I have you in my sights now."
"I was hoping to make a clean getaway."
"Listen, Lu-Lu, I'm only talking to you because I'm a nice person. I always speak to the young unfortunate geeks."
"You must look in the mirror a lot."
"Oooh, ouch! Lu-Lu, I love it when you talk tough." She faces him and walks backwards. He tries to side-step her but she keep in pace with him and blocks his path."
"I don't have time for your games, Mara, so if you don't mind, I really must get back to my father's office."
"Rumor has it your 'Daddy' has a girl friend. It's your former nanny, right?"
"Don't start with me, Mara; I swear I'll….."
"Let me finish before you spaz out, Blondie. I was about to comment that I think it's cool. She's really pretty and she a nice person. Your father must be very happy."
"He is."
"Congratulations, Lu-Lu."
"Thanks, Mara." Luke thinks for a second: 'Is she going to wallop him with another insult or has she finished taunting him for the day? She sounded sincere, decent even. That Green-eyed 'she-devil' actually had a kind-streak…go figure.'
"Well, I'll see you… maybe in the commissary for lunch?"
"Sure, I guess."
Mara turns to leave him in peace. She starts down the hall to the East corridor leading to the Senate offices. Luke is about to say something he hoped he would not regret. He thought perhaps he shouldn't but it was already out.
"Would you like to join my family for dinner tonight?" He wanted to make clear it was not he who would be welcoming her but his family. Plus, He was tired of being the 'child' at the dinner table where everyone else had a date. Even old Ben was bringing someone. He surmises that it's probably someone from the 'Aunt Bunny' ranch. Mara looked passable for a date. If only she could keep her big trap shut for the duration, and behave like a human for a change, he would be happy.
Mara turns on her heels in an about-face as she hears the words 'Join' and 'Family'. She taunted Luke for being a 'Daddy's Boy' but at least there was a lot of love in the family. Besides, she would do anything to avoid her family for one night and she was tiring of the club scene.
She returns with a crooked smile and walks up to him.
"I would love that, Lu-Lu. How sweet."
"What time shall I pick you up?"
"Don't bother. I'll get there."
"But you don't know the address."
"Luke, everyone knows your house. You live in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods on Coruscant. 620 Faleen HyperDrive. I'll see you…"
"We sit down to dinner at seven."
"Cool. See you then, Blondie."
"See you."
Luke continues to walk in the direction of his father's office. He curses under his breath.
"Why the Hoth did I do that? I must be insane. She's going to totally embarrass me."
Gladys is just completing a phone call. She looks up with her soft, motherly face. "Oh, good morning Master Luke, how's my other favorite Skywalker boy?"
"Good morning, Gladys, I'm alright, how are you?"
"I'm doing well, thank you sweetheart. Luke, you look a bit troubled, dear. Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm ok, I guess…"
Gladys pats the side chair near her desk. "Come over here and talk to 'Grammy.'
Luke looks over at 'the hot seat' then reluctantly sits down. "Is it girl trouble?"
"Well, no, not exactly."
Gladys ponders for a second. Suddenly she is at a loss.
"Oh, dear, I don't know if I'm prepared to talk to you about that…"
"No, no! It's a girl." Luke was breathing hard. His face turns red with embarrassment from the near misunderstanding. He is calmer now. "It's a girl. She tortures me."
"Tortures you? What are you doing? Have you spoken to your father?"
"Maybe I shouldn't discuss this. Listen... I'm sorry…I"
"Luke, sit down. I'm the mother of four boys. I know how awkward it must be at your young age to get a beautiful girl to notice you."
"She's not beautiful."
"Yes she is; I'm sure of it. Boys don't like to admit it. Both you and your father know a thing or two about beautiful women. So, tell me. Tell Grammy."
Luke was hesitant to pour out his heart to someone who refers to herself as 'Grammy'. He never even had these talks with his own grandmother on Naboo. Not Ever!!! The very idea of discussing such matters with Grandmother Jobal Naberrie gave him the willies. Oma Jobal was there to give him treats and to sooth him when Leia was being less that charitable towards her brother. She never told her grandson that she would be available to discuss 'witchy, red-haired she-devils' with lizard-green eyes! Luke had just zoned out for a moment and was again listening to 'unlicensed relationship therapist' Gladys Pi-Lippa, Imperial Executive Secretary to Darth Vader.
"All women are beautiful, Luke. You'll see. You're going to like this girl."
"But I don't want to like her. I just want her to stop torturing me."
"Now, Luke, would she torture you if she didn't like you?"
Luke was thinking to himself: 'Yes'
He reluctantly nodded and answered Gladys, "I guess you're right."
"There, you go! See?? All better!" She gives Luke a peck on the forehead. You're getting to be as handsome as your father. Now run along, he's expecting you."
"Thanks, Gladys."
Luke walks into his father's office. Anakin is on the com. He knows who is on the other end of the line by the tone in his father's voice. Oh, geez, phone sex at eleven thirty in the morning? Come on!
Anakin is at his desk smiling. He sees Luke but just barely.
Luke takes a seat on the sofa and lays back shaking Leia's stuffed Ewok toy pretending it's Mara. Anakin is still chatting. The call is holding his attention now.
"So, what are you wearing? hummm-hum….I wish I could be there. Are you on your back? That sounds so hot…I wish I could be there right now…I could fix that itch for you…oh, you're doing it yourself?..."
Luke rolls his eyes. He is beginning to think his father is mentally unstable. 'No 'sith'!'
Anakin is still talking. Meanwhile, on the other end of the com is Isabel. She is in her apartment lying on the sofa. She is dressed in baggy cotton leggings and a bulky tunic top, channel surfing on the plasma and reading a book entitled 'When to Tell it's Time to Break Up With Your Boyfriend.'
She puts down the remote and grabs a back scratcher and uses it to relieve the itching between her toes. The ankle cast was sheer torture. Six more weeks! She couldn't wait.
Anakin finally finishes his call and gives Luke his undivided attention.
"Luke, what took you so long? I've been waiting for you."
"I could tell." He tosses the toy Ewok behind him. It hits the wall then lands on the sofa. Luke takes a seat in one of the armchairs across from his father's desk. "So, Wut up, Dad?"
"How was training this morning?"
"Okay. Obi-Wan says my concentration is off."
"You'd better get on the ball. I pay good money to afford you this opportunity. Don't go pissing it all away because you can't focus. It's not an acceptable excuse."
"Ah, Dad, my Jedi training is free."
"Oh, right. Well what am I paying for that you're not applying yourself to?"
"Uh…nothing. But we never did resolve that issue of the speeder bike. Can I still have it?"
"You know I'm being accused of spoiling you and your sister, don't you?"
"But we're your children."
"Luke, of course I can get you the bike. Do I want to? Yes. Should I? I'm not so sure."
"Who's accusing you of this? I want to tell them a few things."
"Your grandfather."
Luke changes his tone slightly.
"Oh….Well…When did you ever care what he says about you? He doesn't even speak to you."
"That may be true but it's beside the point. I can't keep grounding you then come back a day later and buy you a speeder. Imagine what it would do to my credibility as a father."
"How did you find out if he never speaks to you?"
"Someone told me."
"But Grandfather spoils us! What's the difference? Oma Jobal and Opa Ruwee spoils us rotten."
"They're your grandparents. I'm supposed to be the voice of reason in this household."
"If I call you 'Grandfather,' can I have the bike? Dad, please?"
"Don't be a wiseass or you'll wind up 'bikeless'."
"Is that even a word?"
"Luke, don't make me rescind my previous gesture of mercy by confiscating your air speeder privileges."
"Okay! Geez... Here we go again."
"Mind your tone with me, Luke. Go throw yourself a pity party. Get out of here. Take the rest of the day off."
"I just got here."
"You're giving me a headache and I don't want to do another anger management course in Human Resources. If I have to suffer through those 'Managing Your Anger' sessions one more time, I'll choke somebody. I'm tired of them riding my ass just because I choked Admiral Ozzel. It's not like I hurt him that badly."
"Dad, he was in the Imperial ICU for a month. His family had a Holy man at his bedside giving him his last rites."
"Big baby. He got more rest than I did. A whole month of R&R! When do I get a rest? Where's my reward?"
"But you got a cool certificate for completing the class. It looks really nice on the front door of your office. It makes people feel good about coming to visit you."
Anakin gives Luke a blank stare. He continues to work at his desk.
"Not my choice. Posting it was mandatory. Those rat bastards in personnel had the maintenance crew install that acrylic frame and cover so I wouldn't remove that crap piece of paper. Your sister was even 'sweet' enough to help them select the exact space on the door on which to drill the bolts. She didn't have to put that pit bull sticker on the corner next to the seal. That was humiliating. Leia has a real mean streak in her. God knows where she gets it. Okay, I've had enough of you for one morning. Here's some money. Go buy yourself something for your pouting session."
"Gee, thanks, Dad. It's a good thing you don't spoil me. Oh, I'm bringing a guest for dinner tonight."
"Oh. That's nice. Anyone we know?"
"Mara Jade. She's the intern for the Emperor's office."
"Oh, Yes, I remember her. She was the little girl who used to beat the crap out of you in 2nd level. Are you two friends now?"
"No. She practically begged to be invited."
"Nice girl. Too bad she's got a pill of a mentor to work for. I'm glad you invited her. Good job, Son."
"Feel free to force-choke her if she tries to pick on me."
"Will you please leave?" He is smiling. "Hey, get over here. Who's your, Daddy?"
"You are, Dad. I love you." Luke kisses his father on the cheek then leaves.
'When the moon is in the Skywalker house
And Mustafar aligns with Xal
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars – Age of Aura'
At dusk, the Coruscant skies are clear and beautiful. The streak of salmon and powder blue gives an almost magical effect .to the approaching evening sky.
Anakin arrives home and goes directly to his bedroom to take a short nap and then a shower. He really needed both. The domestic droid set out the clothes he would wear that evening. The room was immaculate. Anakin hated clutter so extra care was always taken to tend to his room twice a day to pick up after him. This was not an easy job since Anakin created the clutter.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Anakin, Han is sent to pick up Isabel at her apartment. Isabel is surprised as well when she opens her apartment door.
"Oh. Han, Hello. Are you my chauffeur this evening?"
"Yes, ma'm. Leia sends her apologies. She's running late. There was a last minute referendum that required a vote in the Senate. She had to stick around. Gee, you look great for a chick with a bum ankle. That dress looks fabulous with the blue ankle cast." He walks inside. "Nice space you have here."
"Why thank you, Han. A girl has to work hard to look good these days. You look especially debonair tonight. I'm impressed."
"Yeah, I've been told that I fix up good but you can't take me out."
"Well, I always thought you were charming and especially entertaining."
"Thank you. That means a lot to me. Some people can't appreciate my 'rogue' style."
"I can't see why not."
Back at the Skywalker residence, Anakin is feeling especially agitated. He was pissed and didn't know why. He takes a second shower. The droids are milling about the house.
"It will be so good to see Miss Isabel tonight. I do hope she's feeling better."
Artoo responds with a few whistles and chirps.
"Well I believe Mistress Leia is picking her up. I don't think she trusts the Master to do it. He has such a temper at times."
Back at Isabel's apartment, Han looks around. It is tastefully decorated with original art and beautiful furniture. She has an amazing view across town. You could see the University campus nearby.
Isabel returns from the bedroom. She was putting on her earrings but was having trouble with the necklace Anakin had given to her. She hobbles out to ask for his assistance.
"Nice rock."
"Anakin gave it to me."
"Compensation for your injuries?"
Isabel laughs.
"No…He was being romantic."
Han almost gags as he stands behind her fastening the clasp. He manages to refrain from laughing.
"There. All done. Ready?"
"Yes. I just need my crutches."
She follows him to the door. He offers to lock it then looks at her. He grins.
"Let me help you." He scoops her up in his arms. She giggles.
"Oh, my."
"It's part of the service, ma'm"
"Oh, Han, you're funny."
"I wish everyone was as appreciative of my humor as you are. You know how to enjoy yourself."
Back at the Skywalker residence Luke is almost ready. The chefs are bustling in the kitchen. Threepio is following Luke.
"If I may say so, you are looking especially handsome this evening, Master Luke. If there's anything I can do to help this evening, please let me know."
"Actually, Threepio, I believe everything is under control, but thanks, you're a great help just being here."
'"Why, thank you, Master Luke."
A few minutes later Han and Isabel arrive at the door. Isabel is about to help Han ring the bell.
"Han, you can put me down. I can manage."
"No. I was entrusted to your safety. I'm not letting you set one foot on the floor until you are safely inside."
Leia arrives from the parking bay elevator in time to meet up with them. She takes Isabel's crutches. Han leans over to kiss her.
"Hi. How about a kiss, woman."
"Here's the key. Open the door, Romeo. Isabel, nice dress."
"Thanks."
Leia is behind Han as he unlocks the door. He speaks to Isabel.
"Now, let's get you across the Skywalker threshold and we're all set" The door swings open before he has a chance to use the key.….."Oh, Hello, 'A.S.' "
Han emphasizes the 'S' where it almost sounds like an insult. Anakin is not amused with the added 'S'. Anakin attempts to take Isabel from Han's arms.
"I'll take her from here."
"Mr.'V', I really think it would be better if I just take her to the sofa where she'll be safe."
"What are you trying to say?"
Isabel is getting nervous as Anakin tries to take her from Han's arms.
"Guys, please."
Leia intervenes by poking the crutches at her father.
"Back off for a second! Let him get her on the sofa then you can knock her to the floor and break her arm. Han, go ahead and sit her over there."
Anakin grabs the crutches from Leia. Han places Isabel on the sofa. Luke walks in the room to find out the reason for the commotion. Isabel looks up at Han.
"Han, thank you." She turns to Anakin, who looks as if someone stole his lightsaber. "Anakin, come here."
Anakin leans over. She kisses him. He is happy again. He gives Han a smug look. Leia rolls her eyes.
"I've had a long day; I am going to leave this room to change into something more appropriate for the evening. Daddy, play nice."
Luke smiles and stares at Isabel. All three men are staring at her as if she's going to break or fall off the sofa. She is becoming annoyed.
"Why don't you take a holograph, it'll last longer."
A servant walks in and breaks the tension by offering drinks. The bell rings. Luke answers the door. It is Obi-Wan and a guest. Han greets them. Luke walks over and makes the introductions. Anakin hears his old mentor enter the room and greets him warmly. Obi-Wan. His companion is a petite but voluptuous Twi'lek. She is bubbly and ditzy but sweet.
"Everyone, I would like to introduce my lovely friend, Aura. I told her about this lovely family I have known for years and she couldn't wait to meet everyone."
Anakin smiles and bows respectfully. "Master, I'm glad you were able to bring your guest tonight. Aura, welcome to our home. You met my son Luke and Mr. Solo. I would like you to meet my girlfriend Isabel." He hated that word. It made him feel as if he were 15 years old. He smiles down lovingly at Isabel. It was actually kind of nice feeling like a teen again.
Obi-Wan kisses Isabel on her hand. "Isabel, you are a vision of beauty as usual. How are you my dear?"
"I'm much better, Obi-Wan. Thank you for your get well message." Isabel extends her hand to Obi-Wan's date. "Hello." Obi –Wan never gets the chance to introduce Aura.
The befuddled girl responds, without missing a beat, "Do I kiss your hand too?" Isabel is surprised and a bit amused. She immediately reaches out and shakes the woman's hand.
"I apologize for not standing. Nice to meet you, Aura."
"Hi. "
Leia finally returns wearing an Amethyst colored chiffon dinner dress. Her hair is pulled back into an ornately braided ponytail and secured with a precious gemstone. "What did I miss? Oh, Obi-Wan. I'm so glad you could make it." Aura looks at Leia and then again at Isabel."
"Wow! You too look like you're going to a wedding or something. You both look so elegant. Is someone getting married?"
Leia laughs. She looks at Obi-Wan as if to ask 'Where did you find her?' but she is very nice to Aura.
"We just like to play dress-up."
"Oh, so do I!"
Han is standing near the entrance to the balcony. He whispers to Luke.
"This is going to be an interesting evening."
"Han, you can't accuse my family of being boring."
"We haven't gotten started yet."
Dinner is about to be served. Everyone is seated. Obi-Wan brings his drink to the table. Luke is about to give up on his dinner guest until the bell rings. He gets up from the table.
"I'll get that. Excuse me please."
Anakin helps Isabel to the table. He rests her foot on his lap.
Luke opens the door. It is Mara. She is dressed in black leather off the shoulder long-sleeved top and matching pants. Luke's eyes widen.
"Mara?"
"Luke?"
"Oh. Uhm…Hi. How did you get here?"
"I rode my speeder bike. So, when does this Boonta Eve party get started?" She pokes her head in the direction of voices from the dining room.
"Now. So, what's the theme of the outfit?"
"Why? Is it too casual?"
"It's nice…."
Mara can tell Luke is hesitating. "Should I leave? Because if I'm dressed inappropriately, tell me. I spent a lot of credits on this outfit."
"Is it new?"
"No. But I consider it as being dressed up. What? Is it too 'Outlander Club?'
"Is that where you're headed?" He grins.
"Listen, Lu-Lu, are you going to let me in or what? You should be lucky I showed up. Don't start with me."
"I'm sorry. Come on in and meet the family."
Luke returns to the table to introduce Mara. Leia smiles and Force-talks to Luke as he passes by her chair.
"Luke, you little devil. She's wearing that outfit to beat you later?"
"Shut up" He nudges her with the Force.
Luke pulls out a chair and Mara sits. Leia is at the end of the table to Mara's left, Luke is seated beside her and Isabel is seated to Luke's right. Anakin is seated to Isabel's right at the head of the table. She is facing Obi-wan. Aura is seated between Han and Obi-Wan.
The servants are filling the champagne glasses. And the first course is being served.
Anakin stands and gives a toast.
'Here's to Eternity.
May we spend it in
as good of company
as this night finds us. May the Force be with you all'
Anakin welcomes Mara. "Mara, Welcome. I'm pleased that Luke has met some nice people during his internship."
"Thank you, Mr. Skywalker. It's really a pleasure to be here."
"How are your parents?"
"They're fine, thanks. You have a beautiful home."
"Thank you. My daughter Leia is responsible for the décor. It's been her pet project from the age of twelve."
Aura chimes in." You're a really good designer, Leia. You must have been tired making all the decorations on the ceiling. And you were only twelve. Wow! I'm impressed. Your father let you climb a ladder that high up? It's so pretty. It's like a Mon Calamari."
Everyone looks up at the ceiling at the ornate molding and the crimson background. It looks nothing like a 'Mon Calamari' anything. Obi-Wan smiles.
"You really think so?"
"That's what my friends at the club told me to say when I walk into a fancy home like this. They said everyone would be impressed. "Mon Calamari! Mon Calamari!" She waves her hands above her head as if in a trance. Leia and Han are covering their mouths. Mara thinks she's in a middle of a practical joke.
Obi-Wan takes Aura's hands and kisses them. "What an amazing observation, my dear."
Han thinks out loud. "I never would have thought of it." Anakin stares at him. "What? It's true, I wouldn't!"
Leia tries to change the topic. "So, Mara, have you and Luke reminisced about grade school?"
"Not too much. I think it was too traumatic for him."
Luke blushes. He really does not want to talk about getting beaten up by a little girl. "Leia, come on. Let's not go there."
Han comes back to life again. He was zoning out on the previous conversation. Anakin is too busy caressing Isabel's hand and whispering in her ear. Han was ready for some frivolous juicy gossip
"Hey, that's something I want to hear. Mara, indulge us. Tell us about 'Happy Days' with Junior."
"No, I couldn't. He'll stop speaking to me.
"So?"
'Junior?' " She laughs. "Luke, you never told me that. It's almost as good as my nickname for him."
Han smiles. He is intrigued. "Let's share."
Leia interrupts. "No. We will not do this at the dinner table. If you three want to take it out on the terrace during dessert, we will, but you will continue to respect my brother for now. I can't wait to know myself."
At the other end of the table, Anakin and Obi-Wan chat. Everyone is midway through the first course.
Aura is looking across the able at Isabel. She leans in and speaks to her.
"Isabel, what sort of work do you do?"
Isabel looks up and stops eating her soup.
"I 'm a Child Management Counselor at Coruscant University."
"Do you counsel the children in the University?"
"No. I examine court cases and make recommendations. I do visit families on occasion to observe."
Obi-Wan interrupts "Isabel is being modest, she does amazing work in bringing families together. She lived here for over two years to help the Skywalker twins. Look at them now."
Leia and Luke are having some sort of disagreement. Isabel points in their direction. "Aura, I am not responsible for anything that happened from the age of eight till now."
Anakin smirks. He is dying to bring up old history. She smiles sweetly at him before speaking. "Don't you dare say a word, Anakin or I'll grab my crutches…"
"How are you going to get them? They're in the living room."
Aura continues her conversation with Isabel. "You could have worked on my family twenty years ago."
"I don't believe I would have been qualified at the time. I was fourteen."
Han is listening and holds up his hands to count out '14' like a child. He is facing Leia. She slaps his hands away before he makes her laugh. She smiles then directs a question to Aura.
"Aura, where do you work? Obi-Wan told us you're in the entertainment business.'
"Oh, yes! I'm a professional dancer at a club near the financial district. It's where I met Benji."
"Benji? I see." Leia looks at Obi-Wan.
"He is such a wonderful man."
"He sure is. He is full of surprises."
"I know it's not his professional name, I just think it's cute. Like, my real name is Aura Taa Li but my Professional stage name is Aura………….."
Suddenly there is silence at the table except for Anakin and Luke who almost choke on their soup. Isabel blushes. Han leaves the table. Leia excuses herself to go after him. Mara is just stunned. Isabel pats Anakin on his back. Obi-Wan sits back in his chair, smiles blissfully and sips his drink. Aura looks around.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Leia hears this and loses it. She follows Han out on the terrace. They are laughing hysterically. Isabel manages to keep her laughter contained but she does find it difficult to speak the woman's name again for the rest of the evening without thinking of the 'second' part. Isabel tries not to make her feel self conscious.
"Well, it's not exactly a word you would use at the dinner table. Anakin, Honey, are you alright?"
"I'm good. Thanks" He quickly sips from his water glass.
Mara tries to remain at the table for as long as possible but she finally bails too. Luke, not wanting to be left alone with the other adults quickly follows. All the teens and Han are on the terrace.
Back at the table, Isabel continues to chat with Aura. Anakin carefully moves Isabel's injured foot from his lap and props it on the chair. He leaves the table. The servants clear the table for the next course.
"Will you please excuse me for a moment? I'm going to round up the children. I apologize for this."
Anakin attempts to put on his stern 'fatherly face' when he steps onto the terrace. Leia, Luke and Mara are trying to stop giggling. Han leans against the garden wall. He looks at them as he twirls a leaf from a potted citrus tree. Anakin scolds them.
"I'm disappointed all of you. Especially you, Leia."
"Me?! What did I do??? I was just sitting there. I had no idea she was going say what she did."
"I expected you, of all people to be able to keep it together. I can excuse Mr. Solo, here. He thrives on sophomoric humor. Leia, you're a junior senator. I'm shocked."
Han protests. "I object to that remark."
Leia rolls her eyes. "No one gave us the class on how to respond when your godfather brings home a stripper, Dad."
Luke chimes in. "I know I sure didn't see that coming."
Mara laughs more. Anakin looks at her then turns away. He bites his lip then speaks again. "Everyone inside, now. Dinner is getting cold. What's wrong with Threepio?"
Luke tries to sound serious.
"R2 was explaining what the commotion is all about. I think he blew a circuit"
This draws mores laughter. Anakin clears his throat. He is serious. "You all should be ashamed of yourselves. The poor woman is in there upset; she thinks she's done something wrong. Isabel's trying to talk her down….."
Han grins, "Really? Sounds hot" Leia has tears in her eyes. She buries her face in his chest trying to muffle her laughter.
Anakin is becoming angry. "Han, I'm warning you!"
"I'm agreeing with you, old man! I think we should go back inside and eat." He grins over at Luke.
Anakin wags his finger at Luke and Leia in a scolding manner. He sees Han making faces but ignores him. "You children have failed me for the last time!"
Luke is defensive. "Now what??? This isn't our fault! Leia and I get blamed for everything! Dad!"
"You are the hosts to your friends and you should be setting an example. Think of poor Obi-Wan in there. This is breaking his heart. He found someone to make him happy and you humiliate the lady by laughing at her. It's not the Jedi way."
"Dad, does this mean I don't get my speeder bike?"
"Get inside."
Meanwhile, back in the dining room, Obi-Wan is far from being brokenhearted. He has taken Anakin's place at the head of the table and massages Isabel's leg above the cast. He is attempting to alleviate the swelling and promote the healing of the fracture using the Force. Aura listens as Isabel talks about her brief tenure as the consultant and live-in nanny to the Skywalker twins. They are laughing at her stories.
Anakin returns to the room followed by the children and their guests. The servants make another attempt to serve the next course. Obi-Wan gets up and lets Anakin have his seat. Anakin looks at Isabel. He adjusts her dress which is rolled up above her knee. He makes certain it covers her knee.
"How's your 'foot' ?"
"It's starting to feel better" She looks over to Obi-Wan. "Thank's, 'Benji'"
"You're quite welcome, my dear Isabel"
After dinner the family and guests gather in the living room for dessert. Isabel is on the upholstered chaise. Luke places a pillow under her foot. Threepio has recovered from his information overload earlier.
Mara is sitting on the sofa chatting with Leia and Isabel. Threepio decides to join them.
"Miss Mara, it's so nice to see you after so many years. I'm so pleased to see that you and Master Luke are friends again."
"Actually, we were never friends. I thought he was a little crybaby."
"Oh, I see."
"So, what happened to her foot?" She points to Isabel who is chatting with Obi-Wan and his date.
"Oh, something about a fall. I believe Master Ani pushed her down the stairs. Poor girl. She tries so hard to please him but his temper has gotten out of control."
This bothers Mara. She goes to find Luke who is sitting with on the terrace with Han. He is drinking beer and looking out for his father so he can hide the glass. Mara catches him.
"Aha! Drinking, eh? Can I have one?"
Han looks up at her. "How old are you?"
"Underage. Hand it over, Captain."
"Mara, you're a feisty young thing, aren't you? Luke, your father is going to kick my ass when he smells beer on your breath."
"He lets me have champagne, why not, beer?"
"I don't see too many alcoholics asking the bartender for a round of 'Dom Tion'. So, jailbait, tell me how you tortured Junior in grade levels.
"I was just playing around. He's alright."
"You gave me a bloody nose."
"Oh, yeah. I remember now. You cried. I feel bad about it now. So what's the deal about your dad throwing his girlfriend down the steps?"
"What? He never did that. Who told you that lie?"
"Your protocol droid."
"Threepio!"
Artoo is hiding behind the lemon tree planter laughing to himself.
Obi-Wan and Anakin are in the study behind closed doors. They have guests of their own.
'Anakin, you sure throw a Hell of a dinner party. Strippers, dominatrix-biker chick 17 year old girls, hot girlfriend with a slit up the front of her dress. The vice squad should be here any minute!'
'Shut up Qui-Gon.'
'Hey, have some respect. I was your master once. Obi-Wan, you old fool! Has your table dancer gone through your Jedi retirement fund yet?'
"She's not that sort of girl. She's a sweet woman. Where's, my drink?"
'Drink?! You should be asking 'Where's my money? Sweet women take old Jedi's money too! Anakin, are you looking out for that gold-digger Isabel?' Qui-Gon laughs. Anakin is not.
Mace is sitting in the window seat of Anakin's study. He rolls his eyes at Qui-Gon.
'Anakin, ignore this idiot.'
'It was a joke! Isabel's making some serious change at that job. Good thing she has a good insurance policy. You keep breaking her bones every week.'
Mace looks over at Anakin.
'Yeah, Anakin, what about that? You got some sort of hand-eye coordination problem? Every time you go out with that poor girl she comes back with an eye injury, busted lip, broken bones…Was she trying to run away and you tackled her?'
"She loves me."
'Did you tell her you love her? It sure is hard to tell with all the injuries.'
Qui-Gon grins then teases Anakin.
'Ani, tell the girl you love her. 'I love you with all-a my heart, if I don't see-a you again soon, I'm-a gonna die...'
Every starts laughing at Anakin, even Obi-Wan.
"Alright! Stop ragging on me. Listen, I've got to get back to my kids. Luke thinks I don't know he's drinking beer on the terrace and I've got to round up my daughter and my girlfriend from the only adult male in the room and that stripper. No, offense, Obi-Wan but I don't want my daughter running around wearing a metal bikini unless it's a chastity belt."
Mace whispers to himself. 'Too late!'
"What was that?"
'Nothing.'
Qui-Gon has another question. 'Ani, what are you going to do about the teen biker chick in the leather thingy?'
'She's not my responsibility…I'm joking! I'll round her up too. Geez!'
Anakin walks into the living room.
"What's this, a harem? You ladies ready to call it a night?"
"What? We have a curfew?? Daddy!"
"I can arrange one." Anakin walks through the living room and out onto the terrace.
"Han, are you contributing to the corruption of two minors?"
"Hey, 'Junior' and 'Wild thing' here followed me."
"Wild who?? Oh. Uhm…Ms. Jade, you're staying tonight, yes?"
"No, I have my bike downstairs."
"No, you will be staying. Call your parents now. I don't think a teenage girl should be traveling this time of night. You've been drinking as well"
"I do it all the time, Sir"
"Not from my house you don't. Leia will show you to a guestroom."
"I'll do it, Dad." Luke raises his hand as he sits in the chair. His beer glass is hidden behind it. Anakin sees it anyway.
"Is your name Leia?"
"No."
"Stay put.. Hand me those beer glasses behind your chair."
Han knows he is next.
"Sir, I honestly did not know they were teen drinkers."
"Han, go get some jawa coffee for these two and I want to talk to you in the morning. You're staying too."
Anakin goes back inside. Obi-Wan and Aura are about to leave.
"So, you're leaving, Master?"
"Yes, Anakin. My companion has a midnight show to perform."
"I see. Well… As always, it has been an honor to have you, Master. Aura, thank you for joining us for dinner. I hope you had a good time. I apologize for my children's behaviour earlier. "
"Oh, they were very nice. I had a good time. Isabel made me feel so welcome. She's going to be my role model. I think I want to help children too. You've been so kind to me. Thank you for the invitation. I don't get to go to nice places like this much. Goodnight, Mr. Skywalker" She surprises Anakin with a kiss on the cheek. She giggles. Anakin gives her a warm embrace.
Obi-Wan checks to see where Anakin's hands land on his date. "Watch where you touch the merchandise, Anakin. It'll cost you." He smiles.
"Good night, Aura. Master, Obi-Wan, thank you again. May The Force be with you."
"Good night, Anakin, May the Force be with you."
Anakin sees them to the door. When he returns, he looks over at Leia.
"No shenanigan's tonight, young lady. I'll be watching."
"Yeah. Thanks, Dad."
"Was that a sarcastic remark, young lady?"
"No." She is lying.
Anakin walks over to the chaise where Isabel is.
"So, lady with the blue ankle cast. Ready to retire?"
"I suppose. Are you going to help me to my room?"
"No." He scoops her up in his arms and carries her to the master bedroom.
This was a bizarre and interesting evening. The house is now quiet. Han is on duty waiting for Luke and Mara to drink down their Jawa after illegally sneaking beers. Mara didn't mind so much. At least there was a parent who cared enough to make sure she was sober by the time her head hit the pillow.
Luke had a wonderful family. All the horrible things she heard over the years about this family turned out to be a bunch of bantha fodder. There was so much love and laughter in this home it was amazing. She reaches for Luke's hand under the table as they down their third cup. It felt nice.
Threepio survived the evening without getting dismantled and Isabel didn't fall out of bed.
Anakin sat up with her until 1:30 in the morning teaching her the rules of sabacc. Isabel was winning and didn't have a clue of what she was doing. He finally ended the game and confiscated her cards. 'Women should never, ever be permitted to play this game!'
At 2 o'clock that morning, Leia quietly sneaks into Han's guestroom.
To be continued…. 'Chewie, Han and Luke go to a ballgame'
