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Unfathomable – Part Five~By Aleese Sundancer
A Jedi was calm, at peace with the Force. It was a simple part of the code, yet one that Luke Skywalker was struggling to deal with at this very moment.
"Artoo, did you run that sensor diagnostic that I'd asked for to the X-Wing?" Luke called out to his little droid. His mechanical friend let out a few bleeps to the affirmative, and then went into a series of hoots and whistles detailing the problem that he'd found. "Its out of alignment? But I had that checked before I left Coruscant! Can you fix it, or should I take a look myself?" Luke sighed gently, anything to take his mind off of Mara Jade's upcoming meeting.
Artoo let out some more beeps and whistles indicating that he'd already done the repairs and that the X-Wing was in prime shape now.
"Thanks Artoo, I appreciate it." He replied, and checked himself quickly in the mirror. He ran his hands down his shirt slowly, trying to make sure that any wrinkles didn't appear in his new shirt. It was still uncomfortable, and it felt strange for him to be wearing anything other than his black outfits. The pants were also a bit uncomfortable, but he understood that the tanish kakis were the latest style in the rim worlds, and he'd hate to embarrass Mara while they were out. She always looked beautiful, and was frequent to poke fun at his limited attire of black, black and more black. He'd surprise her this time. "Well Artoo? Anything you need to know before Mara gets here?"
Artoo emitted some negative hoots, and then wheeled into the other room, happily tweetering a song. Luke laughed lightly, knowing his mechanical friend could read his every emotion just as well as if he'd had the force himself. A knock on the door woke him from his reverie of old adventures with Artoo. Reaching forward, he opened the door and gaped open mouthed at the radiant beauty on the other side.
Slightly self-consciously, Mara straightened her dress. She hated when meetings ran longer than they were supposed to, and so she'd not even had the chance to get out of her dress. Fortunately, it was comfortable enough that she could walk around without being distracted much. She knocked gently on Skywalker's door, and smiled as it opened.
"Hi Mara." Luke whispered, and caught his voice.
"Sorry about the dress, the dinner went long and I didn't get a chance to change. You mind?" Mara blushed a bit, and stepped in his door. The dark purple dress shimmered behind her, the top hugging her curves gently, while the bottom flowed out behind her.
"No, no, not at all. You look…lovely." Luke managed to get out, stammering a bit.
"Always the Farmboy, aren't you, Skywalker." Mara laughed and took him in. The blue in his shirt nicely set off his eyes, while the tan coloured pants seemed to fit with his farmboy mannerisms. It was easier to see him standing in a sandy desert, and he seemed to be almost more at home in those colours. Though, she could tell he was slightly uncomfortable in his new attire and was flattered to think that he'd gone to all that trouble for a friend. "You look good. Ready to go?"
"Yeah, sure. Artoo, I'm leaving." He called out, then ushered her out the door and down the hall.
"Where did you want to head?" Mara asked, scanning the area.
"You probably aren't hungry, so we could just head down to the park, anywhere you would feel comfortable?" Luke offered. "I'm not sure if you're in good walking shoes…."
"The park sounds nice Skywalker, we can head down that way." Mara said, as they stepped onto the turbolift.
