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mine. If not, ask and I'll clarify for ya.
A/N: Okay, I'm still sick, so ha ha ha, you get another short part. Not that that part was actually very short, but BLEH! Welcome to the group Grumpy, glad to have you onboard.
Okay, thanks for all the wonderful reviews. You guys are so wonderful.
Yes, Calgary. I'm also pretty close to Spruce Meadows, and we go see the Horse Jumping a lot!
1 Broken Hearts, Shattered Dreams, Part 12
By Aleese Sundancer
Luke gasped as he felt Mara disappear in the Force for a brief instant, and then reached out to feel her unconscious state. He stood up unconsciously and gripped the table. The lawyers, Leia and Padme turned to study him, and Leia took his hand.
"Luke, I'm sure she's fine." Leia whispered, sensing very slightly what happened. Since Mara and Luke had gotten closer, Leia felt herself also becoming connected to Mara, even if it was to a smaller degree than her brother. "It could have been anything…"
"Mara" Was all he could whisper. Gently, Leia urged him to sit down and turn back to the only way they could help Mara now.
The Duke of Juanit sat down at in a large throne like chair and pulled out a long cigar. He was glad to be back on his home planet, back in his territory. (A/N: Think killing him off with lung cancer would work?) He was even more glad to have finally made Mara Jade his in every way. He had everything he had dreamed about as a boy. He was declared a Duke by the King of Juanita at the young age of 20 after rescuing a boy that he'd pushed off a cliff, he was given his own land the size of a small metropolis, where he kept his slaves working in the agriculture to earn him a living and them food, and he had his redheaded wife. He'd been in love with Mara Jade since she'd hit the papers after the Thrawn attack, and did everything he could to make her his. And now he had her. The people of his world had no idea what ambition really was, and never would know. He would be sure of that.
But now wasn't the time to reflect on the past, it was the time to celebrate his latest victory. With the birth of their first son, Mara would be forever stuck with him, and he would celebrate his final victory that day.
Mara groaned as she woke up. The sun was glaring in her eyes, and her whole body felt slow and numb. Groaning she tried to raise her head, but found it heavy and unwilling to comply. Her small moan had roused the nearby guard, who walked over and helped her drink some water. Slowly she felt her limbs come back to life and sat up, the events of the night before flooding back to her.
"That…that…" Mara tried to shout, but it ended up sounding more like 'wha wha', from which the guard came over and fed her more water. She drank it, and groaned. She could now feel what he'd done to her, and was disgusted, and could feel feelings of violation coursing through her body. Silently, she swore if he came near her again she would kill him. No matter what the cost. The SOB deserved it…
A/N: Okay, so that was one very short part. Sorry, sorry…how about…since I only made it a really short part, 95? That shouldn't be hard….
Love you all
A/N: Okay, I'm still sick, so ha ha ha, you get another short part. Not that that part was actually very short, but BLEH! Welcome to the group Grumpy, glad to have you onboard.
Okay, thanks for all the wonderful reviews. You guys are so wonderful.
Yes, Calgary. I'm also pretty close to Spruce Meadows, and we go see the Horse Jumping a lot!
1 Broken Hearts, Shattered Dreams, Part 12
By Aleese Sundancer
Luke gasped as he felt Mara disappear in the Force for a brief instant, and then reached out to feel her unconscious state. He stood up unconsciously and gripped the table. The lawyers, Leia and Padme turned to study him, and Leia took his hand.
"Luke, I'm sure she's fine." Leia whispered, sensing very slightly what happened. Since Mara and Luke had gotten closer, Leia felt herself also becoming connected to Mara, even if it was to a smaller degree than her brother. "It could have been anything…"
"Mara" Was all he could whisper. Gently, Leia urged him to sit down and turn back to the only way they could help Mara now.
The Duke of Juanit sat down at in a large throne like chair and pulled out a long cigar. He was glad to be back on his home planet, back in his territory. (A/N: Think killing him off with lung cancer would work?) He was even more glad to have finally made Mara Jade his in every way. He had everything he had dreamed about as a boy. He was declared a Duke by the King of Juanita at the young age of 20 after rescuing a boy that he'd pushed off a cliff, he was given his own land the size of a small metropolis, where he kept his slaves working in the agriculture to earn him a living and them food, and he had his redheaded wife. He'd been in love with Mara Jade since she'd hit the papers after the Thrawn attack, and did everything he could to make her his. And now he had her. The people of his world had no idea what ambition really was, and never would know. He would be sure of that.
But now wasn't the time to reflect on the past, it was the time to celebrate his latest victory. With the birth of their first son, Mara would be forever stuck with him, and he would celebrate his final victory that day.
Mara groaned as she woke up. The sun was glaring in her eyes, and her whole body felt slow and numb. Groaning she tried to raise her head, but found it heavy and unwilling to comply. Her small moan had roused the nearby guard, who walked over and helped her drink some water. Slowly she felt her limbs come back to life and sat up, the events of the night before flooding back to her.
"That…that…" Mara tried to shout, but it ended up sounding more like 'wha wha', from which the guard came over and fed her more water. She drank it, and groaned. She could now feel what he'd done to her, and was disgusted, and could feel feelings of violation coursing through her body. Silently, she swore if he came near her again she would kill him. No matter what the cost. The SOB deserved it…
A/N: Okay, so that was one very short part. Sorry, sorry…how about…since I only made it a really short part, 95? That shouldn't be hard….
Love you all