I am not getting paid for writing this story, I am doing it for fun. All
the characters are owned by George Lucas.
Let me give you a quick background to this story. It is a day after the death star blew up, but Vader, Luke, and the Emperor were not on the Death Star when it blew. The Emperor got a sudden foreboding during the conflict, and knocked Luke out. Luke woke up a day later, confused. I would like to remind you that Luke and Mara are a far cry emotionally and mentally from the people they are in Heir and Visions.
Luke rubbed his eyes wearily and sat up, looking about bewilderedly. He was in a small room containing a cot, on which he was sitting; a refresher; and a wooden chair, on which a woman he had never seen before was sitting. She was slim and athletic looking with brilliant red hair, green eyes, and a bored expression. A blaster was visible on the belt of her black jumpsuit. She sat in front of a door, which appeared to be the only entrance into the cell in which he resided, for he had decided he was in a cell.
Now familiar with his surroundings Luke tried to remember how he got here. He had been on the Death Star with Vader and the Emperor. Was he still on the Death Star? Luke frowned and centered his thoughts on the area around him. He could feel the presence of millions of people. He must be Coruscant.
Before Luke could make any further speculations, the redhead spoke, "It's about time you woke up," She knocked on the door calling, "Guard, the prisoner's awake, bring in the food."
A stormtrooper entered and put a bowl of soup on the floor of the cell, then exited.
"Go ahead and eat it. It isn't poisoned. There are simpler ways we could get rid of you, with or without your Jedi skills." The redhead commented.
Luke bent down and picked up the bowl. He looked up at his cellmate and asked as he sat back down on the cot, "Who are you, and why are you here?"
"My name is none of your business. I'm here to make sure that you don't try any of your Jedi tricks and escape. Vader and the Emperor do not have the time."
Luke took this in with a slow nod and began to devour his soup. He fully planned on escaping and did not see how she could stop him. He was missing his lightsaber, but he would just have to deal with that. There were many ways in which he could think of to escape, most, if not all of them involving overpowering the guard and his cellmate. The Emperor must think he was much worse off training wise than he really was. Luke formulated his plan as he finished his soup. He would use Jedi mind tricks to overcome his cellmate and take her blaster. He would call the stormtrooper in to collect his soup bowl and would then knock the stormtrooper out and steal his uniform. It was a simple plan, but Luke was convinced that his plan would work.
As he took his last sip of soup he spoke in a soothing voice to his cellmate, "You will let me leave the cell."
To his utter surprise and dismay, she snorted in response, "Over my dead body I will!" He tried again and to this she simply replied, "Give it up," Luke could not keep himself from staring at her in an openmouthed stupor. "Are you done with you soup?" He nodded glumly and handed her the bowl. She knocked on the door and the stormtrooper relieved her of it. She stared at him impassively and questioned sarcastically, "Do you think the Emperor would be so stupid as to put you alone in a cell with an ordinary armed person, easily susceptible to your Jedi ways?"
Mara Jade leaned back into her chair and stared at the wall of the cell. She was surprised at Skywalker's stupidity. The Rebel hero was a dope. When the Emperor had assigned her this mission she thought it would be a challenge. Mara felt a change in Skywalker's force presence. She glanced over at him quickly. He was sitting motionless on the bunk. Peace and calm radiated from him like heat from the sun. Mara grunted. Skywalker was probably just showing off his skills. It was going to be a trying mission; she could not let her guard down for a moment. Mara had seen Skywalker's combat skills at Tatooine and knew with the force he would be a tough adversary to fight. That was why the Emperor had chosen her. If he tried to take her over physically, she'd show him something.
When Skywalker got out of his trance, he was full of questions. Mara was ready for him however and replied with staccato answers.
"Was the death star destroyed?"
"I don't know, I've never set foot on the thing."
"Does the Alliance still exist?"
"How should I know, do I look like a rebel to you?"
"How long was I asleep?"
"Quite some time."
"What does theā¦"
"Be quiet." Mara shot back at him and dared him to say another word with her eyes.
Luke leaned back against the bunk and sighed. It seemed hopeless. But he must not give up trying to escape. If he could get past this woman, the rest would be easy. So he tried to assess her strengths and weaknesses. Her ease in avoiding answering his questions told him she was intelligent, he could not trick her into letting him free. He himself did not yet have enough knowledge of the force to challenge her for he did not know the extent of her knowledge in the force. Looking at her he could not see any physical weaknesses, besides the blaster on her hip rested there with ease. He did not doubt that she could use it. Things were not looking good. Luke decided to try and judge her personality for weaknesses. She was definitely not talkative or trusting, he did not even know her name. Vanity was not an issue with her, her black jumpsuit implied that, despite the fact that she was beautiful. He sighed again and closed his eyes. This was going to be difficult.
Let me give you a quick background to this story. It is a day after the death star blew up, but Vader, Luke, and the Emperor were not on the Death Star when it blew. The Emperor got a sudden foreboding during the conflict, and knocked Luke out. Luke woke up a day later, confused. I would like to remind you that Luke and Mara are a far cry emotionally and mentally from the people they are in Heir and Visions.
Luke rubbed his eyes wearily and sat up, looking about bewilderedly. He was in a small room containing a cot, on which he was sitting; a refresher; and a wooden chair, on which a woman he had never seen before was sitting. She was slim and athletic looking with brilliant red hair, green eyes, and a bored expression. A blaster was visible on the belt of her black jumpsuit. She sat in front of a door, which appeared to be the only entrance into the cell in which he resided, for he had decided he was in a cell.
Now familiar with his surroundings Luke tried to remember how he got here. He had been on the Death Star with Vader and the Emperor. Was he still on the Death Star? Luke frowned and centered his thoughts on the area around him. He could feel the presence of millions of people. He must be Coruscant.
Before Luke could make any further speculations, the redhead spoke, "It's about time you woke up," She knocked on the door calling, "Guard, the prisoner's awake, bring in the food."
A stormtrooper entered and put a bowl of soup on the floor of the cell, then exited.
"Go ahead and eat it. It isn't poisoned. There are simpler ways we could get rid of you, with or without your Jedi skills." The redhead commented.
Luke bent down and picked up the bowl. He looked up at his cellmate and asked as he sat back down on the cot, "Who are you, and why are you here?"
"My name is none of your business. I'm here to make sure that you don't try any of your Jedi tricks and escape. Vader and the Emperor do not have the time."
Luke took this in with a slow nod and began to devour his soup. He fully planned on escaping and did not see how she could stop him. He was missing his lightsaber, but he would just have to deal with that. There were many ways in which he could think of to escape, most, if not all of them involving overpowering the guard and his cellmate. The Emperor must think he was much worse off training wise than he really was. Luke formulated his plan as he finished his soup. He would use Jedi mind tricks to overcome his cellmate and take her blaster. He would call the stormtrooper in to collect his soup bowl and would then knock the stormtrooper out and steal his uniform. It was a simple plan, but Luke was convinced that his plan would work.
As he took his last sip of soup he spoke in a soothing voice to his cellmate, "You will let me leave the cell."
To his utter surprise and dismay, she snorted in response, "Over my dead body I will!" He tried again and to this she simply replied, "Give it up," Luke could not keep himself from staring at her in an openmouthed stupor. "Are you done with you soup?" He nodded glumly and handed her the bowl. She knocked on the door and the stormtrooper relieved her of it. She stared at him impassively and questioned sarcastically, "Do you think the Emperor would be so stupid as to put you alone in a cell with an ordinary armed person, easily susceptible to your Jedi ways?"
Mara Jade leaned back into her chair and stared at the wall of the cell. She was surprised at Skywalker's stupidity. The Rebel hero was a dope. When the Emperor had assigned her this mission she thought it would be a challenge. Mara felt a change in Skywalker's force presence. She glanced over at him quickly. He was sitting motionless on the bunk. Peace and calm radiated from him like heat from the sun. Mara grunted. Skywalker was probably just showing off his skills. It was going to be a trying mission; she could not let her guard down for a moment. Mara had seen Skywalker's combat skills at Tatooine and knew with the force he would be a tough adversary to fight. That was why the Emperor had chosen her. If he tried to take her over physically, she'd show him something.
When Skywalker got out of his trance, he was full of questions. Mara was ready for him however and replied with staccato answers.
"Was the death star destroyed?"
"I don't know, I've never set foot on the thing."
"Does the Alliance still exist?"
"How should I know, do I look like a rebel to you?"
"How long was I asleep?"
"Quite some time."
"What does theā¦"
"Be quiet." Mara shot back at him and dared him to say another word with her eyes.
Luke leaned back against the bunk and sighed. It seemed hopeless. But he must not give up trying to escape. If he could get past this woman, the rest would be easy. So he tried to assess her strengths and weaknesses. Her ease in avoiding answering his questions told him she was intelligent, he could not trick her into letting him free. He himself did not yet have enough knowledge of the force to challenge her for he did not know the extent of her knowledge in the force. Looking at her he could not see any physical weaknesses, besides the blaster on her hip rested there with ease. He did not doubt that she could use it. Things were not looking good. Luke decided to try and judge her personality for weaknesses. She was definitely not talkative or trusting, he did not even know her name. Vanity was not an issue with her, her black jumpsuit implied that, despite the fact that she was beautiful. He sighed again and closed his eyes. This was going to be difficult.
