Disclaimer:Standard stuff applies. I don't own anything from Labyrinth or Star Wars. So there.
"Ladies and gentlement, I present to you His royal Tightness, Jareth, King of the Goblins of the Underground," LeAnn said. Jareth just placed a hand over his face as if in dispair. "Although, Aunt Mara can call him 'father'," she continued, grinning. "Now then, I think you two need some father-daughter bonding time to get to know each-other and such," she said, producing another crystal that would send Mara and Jareth both to Jareth's throne-room.
Jareth and Mara simply looked at eachother for a moment in total silence. Mara finally broke it. "You didn't look too happy to see me," she said. "What I wasn't happy with is what LeAnn called me. She and the other listians and Puck all call me "Tights" or "His Royal Tightness," HRT for short," he replied. "On the other hand, I was very happy to find you after so long. You look so much like your mother..." Mara was starting to get impatient.
"So what took you so long?" she asked. "And why didn't you tell me the last time I was here?" Jareth sighed. Explaining things to his newly found daughter were not going to be easy. He supposed he'd have to start from the beginning. "It's a rather long story," he said. "Perhaps we should take this to the library. The seats are more comfortable, and we'll both be sitting for a while. Trust me," he told her, leading her to the library.
Once in the library, Mara sat and looked up at Jareth, already getting impatient. The Goblin King sat, trying to decide just how far back in the story he should go. "Where would you like me to start?" he asked. "The beginning would be nice," Mara snapped back. She didn't mean to be rude, and felt sorry as soon as she saw Jareth flinch. But she wanted information, and she wanted it now. She didn't want to wait, when she had already been waiting forty years.
"The beginning was when my father died when I was about 12 and my mother married a non-Fae. His name was Aaron Palpatine, and he was from some planet called Naboo." The name Palpatine went like a shock through Mara's body. Jareth didn't seem to notice, however, as he continued. "Together, they had another son, my half-brother, Samuel. He later went on to become the Senator of Naboo, then Supreme Chancelor, and finally the Emperor who stole you from me, raising you as his Hand."
The truth about her past was finally starting to sink in for Mara, but she waited calmly for her father to finish his story. "About the time Samual became Chancelor, I met your mother, Marissa Jade. She had a power I didn't understand, and could never have. Still, I was quickly falling in love with her. We married without anyone's knowledge and you were born soon after."
Meanwhile, LeAnn had just finished telling the same story to Luke, Leia, Han, Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin. "When he told me his suspicions and asked me to help him, I did a mind probe on him. Seemed like he was tellin' the truth to me, so I agreed to help him." she said, shrugging. "Only someone who truly belongs there can make it through the labyrinth, unless of course they have help from someone who belongs there. So Jareth and I came up with that whole plan, and that's how all
this happened." It was the best explination she could come up with. She just hoped no one started wishing her away. She wasn't interested in yet ANOTHER trip to the Underground just yet. She'd already made too many this year.
