Disclaimer: Yeah, you know which one's are Lucas's and which ones are mine. If not, ask and I'll clarify for ya.
A/N: Forgive me if I rant, but I'm feeling really hurt right now. And its not you guys at all. My reviewers have been SO wonderful, and I love you all very much (Especially Jayde Star, Luke Skywalker, Ariapage, A. Windsor, Renee and December Wind, cause you guys have been such great repeat readers. If I forgot any of you, its not cause I don't love you, its cause its 12:20 at night and I'm pissed at two people.). Unfortunately, its come to my attention that my apparent 'threats' of not posting parts (which if you look back, I ended up posting before I got that number of reviews just cause I wanted to post) apparently makes me a bad writer and my story is trash. Now, that just hurt a lot. I mean, I have no objections to people calling my work trash, or even saying that I'm no author, I mean, everyone is entitled to their own opinions, and that's fine. It's when they don't actually read my work and they judge everything that I could have possibly written cause I like to hear from my readers. To be honest, its like the only way that I CAN head from the people who are reading my story, and since I'm writing it as much for their enjoyment as mine, I think its important to talk to them. Maybe I'm just crazy. It's not an ego trip, (it does make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside) it's just the only way I can find out what you guys think. I mean, wouldn't you object if I hunted you down and came knocking on your door one day? I'd be disturbed.
To Marsha marshamarsha, if you decide to even bother READING something other than a title box (don't judge a book by its cover syndrome): I am not a greedy, conceited nor childish person. I'm 19, and I've been told that I'm very mature for my age. If you call writing a story so that those people who read it enjoy it greedy, then I guess I'm greedy. If you consider wanting to hear from your readers conceited, then I guess I'm conceited too (though I'd imagine that being someone who ends up reviewing their own stories for the sake of having someone review them, rather than just read them). I don't write the story for the number of reviews; it's just the easiest way to actually GET that important feedback. And no, I'm not blackmailing people. Next time, do your research before you go throwing around lies, because I HAVE NOT actually held back any parts from people because of the number of reviews wasn't 'high enough' there was one period of time when I didn't post because I HAD SCHOOLWORK. YOU try working three jobs, go to university full time and still keep your sanity, then give me a phone call eh? There was no need for me to hold back reviews, my readers have been generous with their reviews and they haven't all been 'praise'. They've been helpful in making me write better.
To Great Butt Crack: I did not ask you to read my story. I did not force your eyes to look at my story or 'beg' you to. I posted a story, and I asked my readers to review it. You don't HAVE to, it's just a kind of common courtesy for you to share your views with me, so that I can improve. Fine, go ahead and call me pathetic. I'm not the one who's insulting people they don't know or haven't even bothered to read their stories just cause they're obviously in some sort of fit and enjoy hurting people's feelings for the heck of it. Don't tell me how poor my writing is before you read it. That's just…well…stupid. I mean, how would you know? Based on a one-line summary? READ my writing before you decide to judge it, don't be so damn ignorant. I write for myself and I write for others. What is the sense in having any sort of gift or talent (not that I think I'm some sort of goddess of writing) and not wanting to share it with others? That seems like a waste to me.
That's my rant. I am VERY sorry it took up so much time. I guess it just hurt a lot L. Unfortunately, this is gonna reflect in my writing cause…when I'm depressed, I tend to be very mean to characters. Sorry…. don't hate me L
Broken Hearts, Shattered Dreams, Part 8By Aleese Sundancer
Luke was startled. Why would they think he was his father? "No, I'm Luke Skywalker. Anakin was my father." He said, still confused. He saw the woman's hand flutter to her chest, this Padme woman seemed confused.
The man took a deep breath. "Anakin was married again?"
"No, my sister and I were conceived without his knowledge by our mother…he didn't even know we existed until he died." Luke explained. It seemed impossible that they had no idea the story of Luke and Leia: the Hero's of the rebellion.
"My Luke…my little Luke." Padme said, standing up and coming into the light. "Obi-Wan said you didn't make it to the planet, he said you'd died on route."
"Obi-Wan? Kenobi?" Luke asked, things starting to come into focus.
"Yes, he was engaged to Aleese Jaide, before he had to leave the planet with you to hide from…. him." Padme explained. When the light hit her face, Luke took a deep breath. This Padme woman looked just like Leia, only much older. She had the same long brown hair, the same nose and mouth; it was like seeing Leia 25 years into the future. Luke couldn't help but shudder slightly; it was too amazing the comparison. "This is impossible. My Luke, Aleese's Mara…I…"
Mara couldn't help but gasp lightly, her head spinning with all this excitement. First the chase, now this. It was like some disturbing family reunion. "Aleese's Mara?" she whispered.
"You have to be. You look just like her." Padme said. "The same red hair, slightly darker, closer to Obi-Wan's, the same eyes, even the same figure. Just…even last name. But the Emperor took you, and killed you…oh the lies…" Padme moaned lightly.
"Madame, we have to get you inside. You are looking ill." The man said, moving to her side and holding her for support.
"No Panaka, not without them. They need answers as much as I do." She said, glancing at Luke. Luke turned to Mara, and walked over to her, whispering quietly.
"What do you want to do Mara? I mean, at least it'll give us a place to hide for a few days." Luke pointed out, still unnerved. Mara could only nod, feeling suddenly tired. They followed Padme into the Palace, and into their pasts.
The Duke kicked the sand. It was obvious they hadn't been here. The duke had enough contacts around to know that they hadn't arrived. It had to be another planet.
It was driving him mad. Mara had left him humiliated at that altar, and she would pay for it. Skywalker had done this, had somehow engineered this. That girl must also have been involved. He shouldn't have trusted such a quiet girl to take care of his precious fiancée, someone he didn't know well enough. He thought that the girl would keep Mara at least alive, not turn into some sort of hero.
Time. It was only time before he would find her again, and she would be his. She had to be. She had promised, and Mara did still have her dignity. Ah, the pleasure he would take in seeing Mara walk away from her 'soul mate' and into his arms for eternity. Contracts were contracts, and he would make sure she kept her end as he'd kept his.
The room was elaborate, the bed draped in rich red velvet and gold, and Luke couldn't help but gawk at the majesty of it all. His whole life was turned around within those last few hours. His mother, his father, his whole past had come through that small woman, and Luke could feel the truth of it in every fibre of his being. He couldn't help but feel amazed and elated at it all, and had immediately called Leia to tell her of the news. While Leia was weary of 'just another Skywalker mom', even she could feel the truth in it.
Mara wasn't handling hers quite so well. Padme had told her of her parents, and of her birth (AN: This is actually another one of my stories. If you want to read it, let me know and I can either try to repost it or I can email it to you. 'Where the past lies'), but Mara was still disbelieving. She'd been an orphan all her life, and now that was all different, and she didn't like it. Her training and mentality told her to just wait it out, not to stop being suspicious of it all. She watched Luke get suckered in by this strange lady, even though she herself wanted to believe it so completely. Fortunately, they were going to run some blood tests and Luke would have the answers he needed. On the other hand, Mara would have to wait until Padme could get a hold of her mother. Patience was not her forte either.
"This is amazing." Luke sighed, wrapping his arms around Mara's waist. She leaned against him.
"I still can't believe you let her sucker you into that story. It's probably just another fake." Mara said quietly, almost bitterly.
"I don't know, I guess we'll find out." Luke said, kissing her neck softly. Mara moaned and put her hands on his. As much as she hated this mushy stuff, she did rather enjoy the feelings that Luke sent down her spine. While she'd been well taught how to be seductive in her training, she was still uncomfortable with any real amount of touching, even to a point with Luke. Maybe it was his farmboy-ness, but she couldn't help but sigh at herself as she felt her body respond to his loving embrace and sweet kisses. This wasn't the old Mara Jade anymore either.
"No more of that!" a voice said, coming out from behind the curtains. The door burst open and several armed men came in. They were quickly surrounded before Mara could even fire her weapon twice. "I don't want my goods pre-used Skywalker." The Duke grinned, stepping into the circle of armed men.
A/N: Well anyone who's read this knows how I feel, so I guess it would just be 'rude' of me to 'threaten' to 'withhold' any parts if I don't get reviews. So, it's totally up to you guys I guess if you want to review. I hope you do, but it's all up to you. Sorry it's short…
PS: I wont make this one rated anything higher than PG or like PG-13…I just figure that a couple's must kiss, (and I'd kiss Luke...heheh)