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Author's Note: Sorry that last part was so short, it was so late and I was busy trying to get the formatting correct. I'm a big stickler for proper grammar and spelling (it comes from my bilingualism, I think) and I hate to make my stories hard to read! I'm glad it's all resolved. Note to those who are posting: Don't post in MS Word, change it to an HTML document (Just hit Save As web page), its much easier. As well, a note to anyone who would like a copy of my complete stories, I have them all the parts now as one long document and they're here for anyone who wants them! Just email me: skywalker_mara@yahoo.com.
Unfathomable – Part Four~By Aleese Sundancer
After taking the kids back home, and promising Jaina that he'd do his best to find a pump she would be able to tinker with the next time he stopped by, Luke headed back to his smaller apartment a level below her suite. Although technically the apartment was a part of Leia's suite, it was used more as a guesthouse on a different level, and was used almost exclusively by Luke when he was visiting. Furthermore, it was much cheaper than his 'own' apartment, and so more money could be diverted back to the Jedi Academy. Opening the door, he checked the messages and was pleasantly surprised to see that, already, Mara Jade had called. After pressing the retrieve button, he smiled as Mara's face appeared on the screen.
"Skywalker. I just got back, and I guess you aren't home yet. Just letting you know that I'm available tonight after dinner, if you still want to catch up. But only on one condition, NO talking about the Jedi. Call me." And she'd hung up. It was typical Mara, right to the point.
After checking himself in the mirror, he pressed the redial button for the number she'd left.
"Luke!" Lando smiled as he turned on the comm.
"Hello Lando. How are you?" Luke smiled.
"I'm busy, but enjoying every moment of it." Lando grinned his typical grin. "What can I do for you?"
"Is Mara available?"
"Mara? Why do you need to talk to her?" Lando questioned, his eyes flashing slightly.
"We were planning to hook up later, to chat. May I speak with her?" Luke frowned slightly, not missing Lando's slight defensiveness.
"Yeah, sure." Lando put him on hold, and Luke smiled as Mara's face quickly appeared.
"Hello Skywalker." Mara smiled a bit.
"Hi Mara, I got your message. You still available tonight?" Luke asked, feeling oddly nervous.
"Yes, it'll have to be after my dinner meeting. Do you mind around 8?" Mara asked, looking at something just beyond the holoscreen.
"No, 8 o'clock is fine." Luke smiled.
"Alright, I'll come by your apartment. See you then." Mara smiled a bit, and then the Comm. turned off.
Unable to contain the sudden joy that seemed to spread through his body, Luke let out a short laugh. He hadn't realised how much he missed the Master Trader's company in the last while. Mara had the distinct way to keep him on his toes, and ready for anything, and yet he trusted her implicitly. She was beautiful, fiery, intelligent, quick witted and amazingly, she was his best friend. Even more amazing, he might actually be one of her friends too.
"What was that all about?" Lando inquired. "You and Luke heading off somewhere?"
"Its none of your business Calrissian." Mara glared and headed back to her room where she continued to get prepared for their lunch appointment.
"I think it is my business. You could risk blowing our cover, being seen jaunting around with Luke. Mara…"
"Calrissian, its none of your concern. I wont blow our cover, and I think we can trust the Jedi Master, don't you?" Mara sneered. "Besides, we're just getting together for coffee, to catch up. We are friends, and I've been too busy with this mission to even drop him a line. You know Skywalker, he worries about anything and everything."
"Mara!" Lando called out but was greeted only with the slamming of the bedroom door.
A/N: Okay, so it's not much longer than the last part, but it seemed like a good place to end it. Review, review!!
