Divided Heart
Part 1: Rendezvous
By SJ and Rhea Jediknight (skyjade@globetrotter.net and
jediknight@mail2master.com)
05-04-03/26-04
SJ: "This new story is a joint venture for SJ and the awesome L/M writer: Rhea
Jediknight. Both of us have written and corrected every character of this new
story,"
Rhea: "but some scenes are exclusively SJ's, and others are mine. Mostly though,
what you'll read here is a hopefully entertaining blend,"
SJ and Rhea: "of both of our styles and characterizations." ;P
Summary: While a diplomatic charming operation is taking place on
Coruscant, Mara discovers that her former boss has feelings for her, but
before she can truly develop her relationship with him, an old friend
from her imperial life resurfaces while she witnesses what could be the
beginning of a relationship between Luke and the princess of Cariba.
While she tries to figure her heart out though, danger looms in the
shadows as an Imperial Commander plans to destroy the usurpators, once
and for all.
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Special thanks to Rhea for bringing up the plot bunny of that story and
accepting to work on it with me :) Working with you is a pleasure, my
friend!
Rhea: Thanks to SJ for working on this with me. It's been fun!
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"Luke," his sister warned him when he tried yet again to weasel his way out of
her latest 'duty', "you must attend this week's reception. The Cariban court
will take offense of your absence since---"
"I am the only Jedi Master, I know, I know," he grumbled, throwing her an
exasperated glance from under his eyelashes before he shook his head in
displeasure. "I don't see why my presence would be necessary though. The Jedi
Order is independent from the Republic, and I certainly do not intend to 'court'
them in order to acquire favors from their new territory."
"Luke," Leia said again, this time seriously, "they have specifically requested
your presence. The king's daughter will be present and they wish to introduce
her to you."
Great, Luke rolled his eyes in definite annoyance. Another match-making attempt.
"Leia," he sighed patiently, "I really have much more important things to do
this week than to go to Coruscant to meet yet another younger, rich dignitary.
The new students have just begun to..." His voice faded away when he noticed how
his sister's eyes turned grim. She was dead serious about his being present at
the reception.
"It is part of their customs, Luke. If we want to earn their trust further, we
must show some open-mindedness toward those."
In short, Luke summarized to himself, if he did not go, 'he' would be
responsible of a rift between the new member of the Republic and his sister's
government. "You've already promised them that I would be there, haven't you?"
he queried disapprovingly.
"I'm sorry, I had no choice," she apologized. "I know how much you hate these
arrangements."
He raised an eyebrow, perplex. "Do you?" he inquired, memories of other 'blind'
dates coming back to him.
"Yes, I do now," she reassured him. "That's why I've warned the king that I
would ascertain your presence, but nothing else. The rest will be between you
and his daughter."
"And what did he say?" he asked, aware that another custom on Cariba was to
arrange marriage like they did in the Hapes Cluster.
His sister smiled reassuringly at him. "He's accepted that part of our custom."
For a long moment, Luke considered his sister's request. He had more than his
fill of her attempts to match him with beautiful, sophisticated young ladies of
her class of citizens. The women had always been wonderful, of course, but they
had just been 'too' wonderful for a farmboy like him, he sighed glumly. He
simply wasn't cut out to fit with a dignitary of the upper class, no matter if
he believed in such categories or not.
What mattered though was that except for his sister, and his best friend Mara,
he never felt comfortable with refined companions of the opposite sex. Yet, here
was another request for him to try and match with a dignitary's daughter, and he
couldn't refuse without endangering the whole peace treaty with the human
Caribans.
Rubbing his neck in weariness, he finally gazed up at his sister once again.
"Just an evening, then I'm out of there," he warned her meaningfully. "It
really isn't a good time for me to leave the Academy at the moment."
"Deal," his sister smiled at him. "Don't worry, you won't have to talk with her
about trading business or politics. The other guests will take care of that with
the rest of the Cariban guests."
"Good," he nodded, then paused as he registered what she had just told him.
Traders? "Have you added Mara to the list of guests? She now owns her own
company--"
"Yes," Leia nodded, smirking slightly at him this time. "She's been notified.
Even though her company is still completing the distinction process from
Karrde's organization, we have considered that her expertise with the rim trade
would be most profitable to the Caribans."
"And to your convincing them to completely join the Republic and open the
markets," Luke added knowingly.
It was his turn to voice his sister's thoughts. "Well," she fumbled slightly,
"yes, and she's agreed to that. If she can sign a deal with them, the Caribans
will be her first important clients."
Knowing his friend and how determinate she was when it came to reaching her
goals, Luke suspected that even though she did not care anymore than he did
about receptions, she too had chosen to do what she had to do so as to ensure
their new peace with one of the last independent systems of the outer rim.
Well, he thought to himself next, if Mara would be on Coruscant, perhaps his
going there would not be 'that' bad after all. He hadn't seen her in a long
while.
He missed her.
"All right," he concluded with his still waiting/watching sister. "I'll leave in
a few hours. I'll be on time for the reception."
"Thanks Luke," Leia smiled fondly at him, "I'll make it up to you, I promise.
Perhaps a decent meal before you tackle this new duty?" she offered more gently.
Luke tried to not grimace too much at the prospect of eating some of his
sister's cooking. "Hmmm, well, considering the frenzy in which you'll be on that
evening, I don't think that it would be a good idea. Don't worry though," he
reassured her, "you'll have other occasions to catch up on that debt."
"Okay," his beautiful sister nodded. "See you soon then. I miss you, brother."
"I miss you too, sis," he smiled gently at her. With a last gaze, they cut off
their transmission, and he was alone with his thoughts once again.
Coruscant, he thought glumly, and another reception during which he would feel
like a fish in the middle of the Tatooine desert... unless he could find Mara.
Mara, he smiled more warmly. He was truly happy for her that she had made her
trading dream come true. Of course, he was saddened that she would probably
never train as a Jedi ever again, but, he shrugged inwardly, she would be happy.
It was the only thing that truly mattered to him.
As he called to mind his last memory of his weirdly-tempered, stand-fast,
mesmerizing friend, he made a note to himself to try and arrange to see her at
least once before returning to Yavin.
For some reason, he suddenly couldn't wait to see her again and he decided that
he might delay his return until he 'would' have a 'real' moment of friendship
with her.
But first, he reminded himself more glumly, he had a date to catch up with.
He exited the main communication room of the temple and went in search of Kam
and Streen, his two most trustee apprentices/teachers.
******
------Mara Jade watched Talon Karrde, who was sitting across the three tiered
Holochess board, as he pondered his next strategy. His features were as rigid as
ever as his most powerful piece, the Monnok, gave a final cry when Mara's Houjix
outmaneuvered and defeated the computer generated beast. The young woman sat
back in her seat, a triumphant grin spreading across her face.
As he took in her rare, genuine smile, Karrde found it hard to be resentful of
her obvious victory. Forgetting the game for a moment, the smuggler studied his
good friend and colleague with new eyes.
Mara had left his group just a few months ago, yet she was already at the head
of a small but thriving business. They had just finished a tedious but lucrative
business dinner with a representative of the Everante Cluster. Aware that he was
very familiar with the intricacies of Everante law, Mara had asked for his
presence at the negotiations. After coming to an agreement with the Cluster's
representative, the two humans had decided that a celebration had been in order.
After sharing a glass of Alderaanian wine on the restaurant's grounds, they had
adjourned to her apartment. There, their holochess matches had developed into a
good natured rivalry; neither of them had wanted to abandon now that they were
no longer working together.
At the moment though, Karrde was filled with more than comradeship for his ex-
associate. She was garbed in a form fitting black and silver gown and her red-
gold hair hung in a shimmering mass of curls down her back. She was simply
stunning.
She dazzled him again with a new smile. "Face it Karrde, there's no way that you
can get out of this one."
Talon found his gaze trapped in her dancing emerald eyes and wondered if her
Jedi senses could detect his rapid pulse. He leaned back in his chair, suddenly
finding the woman seated across from him infinitely more interesting than the
game. "You're right. I know when it's time to surrender with dignity."
Mara seemed momentarily disappointed; Karrde almost laughed out loud as he
realized that she had wished to make her victory complete.
"Of course," he added gallantly, "I wouldn't want to deny you the pleasure of
watching my utter defeat."
Mara laughed and waved her hand in the air. "It's all right, I'm content to know
that I won."
Karrde watched her with avid interest now, observing details that most people
would not have noticed.
Over the last few months, Mara had grown more relaxed. She smiled more readily
and the cold reserve that Karrde had grown to associate with the beautiful woman
had lessened. He had known how much her independence meant to her, but he had
never thought how well it would suit her.
For as long as he knew her, he had always considered her to be one of his best
friends, someone he could rely upon as well as a shrewd business partner.
However, he had never realized just how much he would miss having her in his
life. Over the years, she had become a constant companion, but now, her absence
in it had left a hole.
He had always cared for her, but he was just beginning to realize just how deep
his feelings for this woman went.
Mara flicked a switch at the base of the board; the holographic pieces
disappeared with a low hum.
Before she could stand up, Karrde spoke. "Mara, Can I ask you something?"
"Since when did you ever need my permission to ask me a question?" she replied
flippantly. When she saw the intent look on his face she grew still, "What is
it, Talon? What's wrong?"
Karrde smiled slightly, enjoying the way she said his first name. "I've been
asked to attend a conference with the delegates of the Cariban court tomorrow
night."
"Organa-Solo has already invited me to attend too," Mara nodded.
"I was wondering if you would come with me?" Karrde asked.
Mara noticed that although Karrde's features were as composed as ever, he
strangely appeared slightly flushed. She could see that the pulse in his neck
was going just a bit faster than normal and she could sense his growing
nervousness. What could?..., she wondered--- then her eyes widened as she
realized that her former employer was asking her out, not as a colleague but as
a woman. "Let me get this right," she began slowly, "you are asking me out on a
date, right?"
Karrde's mouth twisted slightly and he said: "Did I just overstep my bounds?
Maybe this isn't a good idea."
Mara thought about it for a moment. Talon Karrde was an attractive man. He had
his share of females fighting for his attention at numerous social gatherings,
and she was a woman who had worked closely with him for years. She had never
thought of him as a man before, mostly because it was against her code of ethics
to get involved with her boss, but Karrde no longer was her boss, and he was
still one of her best friends. She respected him deeply and cared for him. Given
time, could her feelings develop into something more?
Karrde continued, "I tried to hide it, feeling that it was not appropriate to
get involved with a co-worker, but things have changed. You're a beautiful,
intelligent woman," he told her in an earnest way that dimly reminded her of a
farmboy of her acquaintances. "I would be honored if you would allow me to
court you, but I want you to know that I value our friendship very highly. I
don't want to do anything that would jeopardize that."
Mara gazed into his pale blue eyes, regarding him closely. For a moment, Mara
wished that his eyes were just a shade deeper, more intense, and that his hair
was dark blond. She blinked at that, trying to banish these thoughts. Where did
that come from? But she knew- Skywalker. Again. Because she knew that she would
soon see him again.
She had heard from Organa-Solo that Luke would be at the conference, with
Tarrintha Goule, the King's daughter. Although, she suspected that this
occurrence was arranged by Princess Leia.
Anyway, she pulled herself out of her musings, it would be better to attend the
gathering with someone on her arm, then alone. It would also be much better if
she could be with someone she could trust, someone she liked..., someone like
Talon Karrde.
She slowly nodded at her companion. Talon's face broke out into a broad grin. "I
would be happy to go with you... Talon."
She stood up; Karrde got to his feet as well. She could sense his joy at her
words, and a part of her was similarly buoyed. Another part, though, kept her
grounded.
"I had better go. You've had a long and profitable day. I'll pick you up at
about five?" he offered.
"That will be fine," Mara agreed.
He leaned toward her face, and Mara wondered if he were going to kiss her, then
wondered if she were ready for this or not.
As if sensing her nervousness, her companion seemed to reconsider and took her
hand instead. He kissed the back of it.
Although she wasn't sure how she felt about Karrde's sudden coming out, his
action filled her with a surprisingly warm and comfortable sensation. He raised
his head, smiled, and released her hand.
"Until tomorrow, then," he said, his voice taking on a very sensual range.
Feeling that she should say something, but at a complete loss for words, Mara
saw him to the door. She locked it behind him and her first thought was to com
Skywalker. However, as she gazed at the blank monitor when her finger hesitated
on the activation switch, she decided against it.
Almost right on the heels of that decision, a flicker through the force alerted
her that Skywalker had now entered her sensing range, and so has she his. She
reached out for a moment and wordlessly soothed him away.
It was better not to talk to him just now, she decided. Tomorrow, she would
enjoy her outing with Talon Karrde; she would not let feelings for a particular
Jedi obstruct her new hopes for future happiness.
******
Deep in the catacombs of Venia, which located in the outer sector of the Cariban
space, disgruntled imperials held a secret meeting. As he gazed at the newly-
acquired weapon, the Grand Commander felt his excitement and lust for revenge
bubble within him.
At last, he thought darkly, they had captured it. Their allies had been through
to their words and had helped his troops to infiltrate the Cariban weapon
facilities and steal a working model of their seismic accelerator.
"Of course," Commander Pakc of Intelligence warned, "this model will need to be
modified if we want it to destroy a forth of the main Rebel base."
'AKA Coruscant,' the Commander supplied for himself.
"However, the techs assure me that they will be able to complete the
modifications to your specifications."
The four other men smirked with malice.
"Perfect," the Commander acquiesced. "Have the techs work on it non-stop if they
have to. I'm going to Coruscant with my team and make sure that the other part
of our plan succeeds without a hitch. When can we expect this cargo to join us
there?" he inquired, turning toward the Intel expert.
"In three days from now, Sir, separated in five parts," the other bowed.
"Very good." A mere forty-eight hours later, the Commander would watch the
beginning of the end of Coruscant as the crust of the strained planet would
disintegrate. "Make sure to center the attack on the Republic headquarters."
"With pleasure, Sir," the others bowed to him, then left him, returning to their
duties.
Soon, he promised himself as he watched the departing group, soon he would no
longer be a power in the shadows; he would step into the light once again. He
would finally be acknowledged by everyone. For now though, he had a part to
play.
"What is the last information about the Jedi Master?" he asked his
intelligence expert.
"He is on his way to Coruscant for the Cariban conference, ETA 1000," the other
informed him.
"Most excellent," he smiled to himself.
They would truly hit them all in one, swift stroke that would make the Death
Star pale in comparison, and he himself would finally complete his last command.
******
As Luke had promised Leia, he arrived on Coruscant barely a few hours before the
beginning of the reception.
Leia had hoped fervently that he would make a detour by her place to touch base
with her, but other than a quick touch through the Force, he had avoided her,
finding refuge in his apartments.
Or so it felt to Leia anyway.
In a way, she knew that she could not ask him to do anything but what he had
already agreed, but at the same time, she had wanted to talk with him before she
would introduce him to the Cariban dignitaries. She had to at least coach him
into the proper behavior with this new culture, and she had to---
"I wonder if Luke's arm is still sore from all that twisting," her husband
commented from her side as they rode the turbolift up to the hangar floor.
"Huh?" she feigned confusion, "I don't know what you mean."
Han turned toward her, giving her a 'come-on' gaze that she had come to
understand as a warning that he could see right through her. Sometimes she was
sure that he could use the Force too for he had an uncanny ease for reading her
just as well as she could him.
"All right," she sighed, then nervously brought her hand to her mass of braided
hair. The tightly woven strands were tied in an intricate, solid knot that was
firmly affixed on the crown of her head. "I pulled diplomatic strings on him, I
admit it."
"The Caribans never requested his presence, did they?"
"But princess Tarrintha looked so eager to meet him, and the King was more than
ready to approve a marriage ---"
"But they did not 'twist' your arm into inviting him. You did."
Beaten, she sighed wearily. "I could not refuse them this privilege, Han," she
said simply. "You should have seen their smiles when I told them that I would
make sure that he would attend. They love him, Han. Everybody loves him, you
know?"
"Sure, I've been the first one to fall for his farmboy naivete," he smirked more
lightly before he turned serious once again, "but even then, Leia, I also saw
how moody he could be. He has a temper." he warned her more seriously. "You'll
have to stop pulling him around by his Jedi cloak or he might just give you the
slip one of these days."
"Luke?, she gaped at him. "He wouldn't," she shook her head in denial. "I know
my brother."
"You 'knew' him," Han pointed out knowingly. "He's changed a lot throughout the
past years. He sure isn't the farmboy I rescued from Tatooine anyway."
"I know," she sighed in agreement, then checked the glowing numbers that
indicated the floor that they had now reached. "Sometimes though, I wonder if
those changes have been for the best."
Han didn't answer her last remark. The lift finally stopped and the doors slid
open once again. Sandwiched between Leia's professional bodyguards, the couple,
garbed in refined clothing, walked toward the main door of the hangar bay of
their airspeeder.
******
As Jade and Karrde approached the casino that had been reserved for the Cariban
reception, she dimly wondered if the location had been the idea from the
president herself or from her ex-smuggler of an husband.
"Quite an unusual setting for a diplomatic reception, isn't it?" Karrde
commented beside her.
"This must hold some significance for the Cariban dignitaries. I've heard that
this treaty is very important for the New Republic," she shrugged, then pushed
her wind-blown strands of hair out of her eyes.
"But for which reason," his companion commented seriously, "their acceptance of
the New Republic? or their weapons technology?"
"Touche," she agreed, then looked up at the imposing building of the Manarai
Casino before she refocused on her escort.
Karrde was dressed in a form-fitting, rangy, thigh long jacket that was
completed by trousers that had transformed him from smuggler to gentleman for
the evening. She watched him with interest as he bowed his head in salutations
to Councilor Fey'lya and his mate when they walked past them.
When the aliens ignored them, he leaned closer to Mara's head, reclaiming her
wandering attention. "Somehow, I doubt that the setting of this reception will
change its atmosphere."
Mara absently nodded in agreement. However, she had barely heard him. Instead,
her gaze had followed the obnoxious alien and was once again riveted on the tall
building as a shiver kept running up and down her spine like a warning signal.
There was danger in there, she finally understood. It was not an immediate one,
but she would be well advised to keep her eyes peeled for any sign of deceit.
She and her handsome escort finally reached the main doors and stepped through
the entryway. She quickly made a note to herself to warn Luke about her feeling
when she would see him. She remained alert, heightening her awareness with the
help of the Force.
Wardens inspected their invitations very carefully, then when everything
appeared to be in order, they invited them to step inside. Skywalker's sister
and her retinue were near the entrance, greeting their guests. Despite the
reminder of danger, Mara decided to enjoy the evening.
The orchestra was playing music too loud and fast for a typical formal reception
while the empty space above the main gambling floor was filled with smoke and
laser-lit images and messages. As if affected by the unusual setting, the
attendees were as raucous as if they had been in a cantina on a tenth-rate
planet. Or perhaps they were even worse, Mara decided. After all, clients of
such a cantina would keep a low profile in order to avoid attracting unwanted
attention. She refocused on the welcome committee.
"Welcome Mara, Talon," Leia greeted them less formally than she had just greeted
her Cariban guests. "We're very glad that you could join us, and I personally
wish you a very profitable evening."
"Yeah, but avoid the Corellian Chance wheel. The odds are too high in favor of
the house," Han commented as he clasped her hand, then conspiratorially leaned
closer "and Lando has already cleaned it out for the evening."
"Ah, so Calrissian is the one to challenge to a game of Sabaac then," Mara
commented in amusement as she shook hand with Skywalker's best friend.
Han's mouth quirked in a half smile, "Exactly."
She felt a momentary twinge of disappointment when she failed to see Luke
anywhere close by. She quickly scanned the casino, sensing his proximity but she
was unable to 'see' him. They moved away from the Solos.
"Looking for Skywalker?" Karrde inquired dryly as he guided her toward a
gambling table.
Mara shot him a look and said: "Why, that almost sounded jealous."
"Should I be?" he asked, his lips pressing tightly together.
"He's my friend," she reminded him, soothingly laying a hand on his arm.
The tension eased from his mouth and he smiled more easily. "Sorry."
Both warmed and disturbed by this little display she went on: "I'm here with you
tonight, Talon. Remember?"
Her companion nodded quickly as he bent down--- and gave her a quick kiss.
Mara's eyes widened in surprise. He chuckled lightly at her. "I think that's the
first time I've ever managed to catch you off guard."
A familiar, almost memorized, gentle voice interrupted them, "I'd be careful
Karrde. Her bite's worse than her bark."
Mara turned around at that, startled that she hadn't felt his approach, "Luke."
She felt a slight flush spread across her face, but it immediately drained away
when she set eyes on the tall, blonde woman who was clinging to the Jedi's arm.
"This is Tarrintha Goule, princess of Cariba." Luke said, casually disentangling
his arm from the other's grip. "Tarrintha, this is Talon Karrde and Mara Jade,
some of my very good friends."
The woman smiled slyly and said, "I'm sorry if we're interrupting."
Mara, though, didn't hear her. Instead, her senses were monopolized by the
Jedi's sight. Instead of his usual Jedi garb, Luke was wearing fashionable, very
elegant clothes. He looked, she dimly thought, as if he were a handsome prince
instead of a staid Jedi. His dark blue trousers were matching his short jacket
that was enhancing his well-built stature, but what was truly completing the
effect was the satin blue, straight-collared shirt that he was wearing under his
jacket. Mara was momentarily mesmerized by how blue his eyes appeared,
perfectly matching the satin of his shirt; she was so engrossed in that detail
that she barely noticed that he was not wearing his lightsaber at his hip,
banishing his Jedi image for the evening.
Then Talon casually put his arm around her waist and the moment was gone. The
red head fought the impulse to push Karrde away, then she saw how Tarrintha
pushed up against Luke once again and remembered in the nick of time that she
had come out with Karrde, not Luke.
"It's an honor to meet you, princess," Karrde greeted formally.
"I'm pleased that our system has finally come to an arrangement with the New
Republic."
Mara instantly saw red when she noticed how the other eyed her friend as if he
were the next item on a list of purchases.
"It's always good to be neighborly."
The ex-assassin decided that she did not like this woman. In front of her, Luke
was obviously embarrassed, and less than comfortable to add anything either
positive or negative, to the conversation.
"Shall we?" Talon asked her, gesturing toward the dance floor.
Mara, who was once again caught in Skywalker's blue gaze, almost reluctantly
refocused on her plainer companion and forced herself to smile up at him.
The smuggler pulled her toward him, obviously enjoying how she felt in his arms.
She, though, was not sure that she enjoyed it 'that' much.
Behind them, Luke and Tarrintha followed them toward the dance floor.
******
Long minutes later, Mara abandoned herself to the music once again, moving with
sinuous grace in time to the melodic tempo. Talon was an admirable dancer, she
reminded herself in a conscious attempt to focus on him instead of her other
friend. She reflexively smiled when he took her by the hips, swaying with her,
accompanying her moves.
No matter how hard she tried though, her gaze kept drifting toward the couple
that was at the far side of the room.
Luke was holding the blond woman, dancing with her with remarkable skill. Her
eyes narrowed when she saw the possessive way that Tarrintha held onto his
shoulders. She raised her barriers before her feelings could reach---
Luke's gaze rose to met hers; shocked by the intensity of his gaze, she stumbled
for a moment. He smiled, as if in understanding, and she felt a little flutter
in her gut as she returned the smile. She turned away, feeling unaccountably
flustered. She studiously avoided glancing again in the Jedi's direction; it
proved to be quite a challenge for her.
It even worsened when Talon seemed to notice the small exchange and bent his
head toward Mara's ear. "Luke seems to be enjoying himself," he said neutrally.
Talon's words made her heart twist.
As he gazed at his far away friend, Luke felt a stab of red hot jealously slice
through his heart. With their heads pressed closely together, Mara and Talon
were the picture of intimacy.
He tried once again to pull away from the clinging woman, counting the minutes
until he could leave this reception. Not only was his social duty weighing on
him, but his insides kept churning upside down as he watched Mara and Talon
dance in his peripheral vision.
They looked good together, he admitted even though this thought caused a sharp
lance of pain to go right through him. He pondered his reaction. Both Talon
and Mara were good friends of his, he reminded himself. Hence, he should be
glad that they appeared to have grown close.
He should, he conceded, but he didn't.
He watched them closely, supremely aware of his emotional pain when he saw Talon
draw the red haired beauty against him.
"I said, don't you just love dancing together," Luke's companion repeated, an
edge of irritation filling her voice.
Luke felt guilty as he returned his attention to his dancing partner. Seeing
that she had successfully reclaimed his attention, Tarrintha leaned seductively
forward, displaying her cleavage for optimum advantage.
The Jedi just barely prevented himself from rolling his eyes. He edged away in
time with the music, effectively putting a greater distance between them. She
was beautiful, accomplished, intelligent, and she seemed genuinely interested in
him, although how much of that could be attributed to his status as the Jedi
Master, Luke wasn't sure.
What he knew though was that he was completely unmoved by her; she had not
attracted his attention at all, not even with her 'intelligent' topics. He would
have made an excuse to leave, but as his gaze drifted once again toward Jade and
Karrde, he felt reluctant to do so.
"This isn't my idea of fun," he finally replied coolly.
"Then what is your idea of fun?" she asked coyly.
'Talking with Mara, bantering, and flying,' he thought to himself, then
refocused on his partner. "Let me get you a drink," he told her instead an left
her standing on the dance floor. He quickly made his way off the raised dance
floor, past a row of Sabaac tables and toward the server droid that was standing
behind the bar.
As he walked closer, Luke noticed that Han was reclining lazily against the bar.
He raised his drink to the younger man in welcome and said, "I see you're
enjoying yourself just about as much as I am."
"Is it that obvious?" Luke said with a grimace.
"Well," his friend slurred knowingly, "let's just say that your absence of smile
does give you away, yeah."
Luke sighed at his friend's accurate comment. He guiltily checked on Tarrintha
again; he noticed that she was deep in conversation with her aide, a tall man
with strawberry blond hair and a slight limp. And he was looking at her with the
eyes of a lover.
Luke felt a moment of sympathy for the man, wondering if Tarrintha even realized
that her aide had feelings for her, then turned away and placed an order with
the Server droid. He then sat on the stool that was just beside Han's. "She just
isn't my type, I guess."
"Like every other dignitary that you've ever been introduced to," his friend
commented, then winked at him when he saw him redden as if caught cheating at
Sabaac. "Don't worry, Kid. I won't be the one to scold you about that new
failure. I might have married the last princess of Alderaan, but I sure wouldn't
repeat the experience with the princess of Cariba."
"Smuggler and princesses," Luke ribbed him as he nodded his thanks to the droid.
"Figures."
"As much as farmboy and princess do, huh?"
The young Jedi grimaced again at that. "Yeah. Next time that Leia wants me to
come over for a social call, I think that I'll convince my students to misbehave
and strand me on Yavin. It just isn't my kind of thing."
"If you ever do that," Han smirked at him, "I'll make an emergency trip to Yavin
to help you 'calm' them down."
Relieved that his friend understood him so well, Luke relaxed some more and
really ribbed him on the arm. "You'll never change, you old pirate."
"Me?" Han groused as he used to, "never on your life, but then," he smirked
lopsidedly as he gazed at the young Jedi master, "you haven't changed 'that'
much either, Kid."
"Yeah. Thanks to Mara..." he replied reflexively, then paused as he mentioned
his best friend's role in his retaining his lighter demeanor despite his Jedi
duty.
He turned his head around and searched the dancing floor for the beautiful young
woman.
"She doesn't seem to be enjoying her date anymore than you are, Kid," the older
man said from behind her.
Luke whirled around, shocked by what his friend had just said. "What??," he
shook his head next, "but Karrde is a good match for her. It really shouldn't be
so surprising to see her with him. I guess it's probably just because I've
never seen them like this before. She has great respect for him, and was willing
to sacrifice her life for his even before we were friends."
Han shrugged, "Somehow, I don't think that her sense of honor is enough to
maintain a romantic relationship with him. There just seems to be something
missing between them."
'Like deep affection and an incredible desire just to be with the other,' Luke
thought to himself as he slowly turned back toward his friend----
"Master Skywalker?" Tarrintha's sultry voice drifted closer once again. "Is
everything all right?"
Barely covering his grimace that his reprieve was over so fast, Luke took a deep
breath, then faced the foreign princess once again. She was beautiful, he tried
to encourage himself, and she was not too obtrusive, but what annoyed him was
how she seemed to stick to him like sealing paste for his x-wing. "Yes, of
course," he reassured her coolly. "The Server droid had a slight delay," he
lied, dimly rebuking himself.
A Jedi was not supposed to lie, but then, the farmboy in him shrugged, a Jedi
was not supposed to flirt with dignitaries because his sister had gotten
involved in a new attempt of matchmaking.
Tarrintha gracefully accepted the glass that he offered her, then sidled closer
to him until Luke felt as if he were trapped between her and the bar. "Do you
want to dance again?" he offered her quickly, aware that his brother-in-law was
watching him with great amusement.
Before the young woman could shake her head, he extended his elbow toward her.
Oddly disappointed by this turn of events, the princess slipped her arm through
his and walked back toward the dance floor with him. Behind them, Han could
barely contain his laughter as he watched his friend give the princess quite a
run for her money. She would never understand the young Jedi, he thought to
himself.
TBC in part 2
Written 2003 by Rhea Jediknight (jediknight@mail2master.com) and SJ
(skyjade@globetrotter.net)
Part 1: Rendezvous
By SJ and Rhea Jediknight (skyjade@globetrotter.net and
jediknight@mail2master.com)
05-04-03/26-04
SJ: "This new story is a joint venture for SJ and the awesome L/M writer: Rhea
Jediknight. Both of us have written and corrected every character of this new
story,"
Rhea: "but some scenes are exclusively SJ's, and others are mine. Mostly though,
what you'll read here is a hopefully entertaining blend,"
SJ and Rhea: "of both of our styles and characterizations." ;P
Summary: While a diplomatic charming operation is taking place on
Coruscant, Mara discovers that her former boss has feelings for her, but
before she can truly develop her relationship with him, an old friend
from her imperial life resurfaces while she witnesses what could be the
beginning of a relationship between Luke and the princess of Cariba.
While she tries to figure her heart out though, danger looms in the
shadows as an Imperial Commander plans to destroy the usurpators, once
and for all.
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Disclaimers: Nothing in the Star Wars Universe belong to us; everything belongs
to George Lucas. We're only writing stories for fun. See my homepage for more
details.
Special thanks to Rhea for bringing up the plot bunny of that story and
accepting to work on it with me :) Working with you is a pleasure, my
friend!
Rhea: Thanks to SJ for working on this with me. It's been fun!
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"Luke," his sister warned him when he tried yet again to weasel his way out of
her latest 'duty', "you must attend this week's reception. The Cariban court
will take offense of your absence since---"
"I am the only Jedi Master, I know, I know," he grumbled, throwing her an
exasperated glance from under his eyelashes before he shook his head in
displeasure. "I don't see why my presence would be necessary though. The Jedi
Order is independent from the Republic, and I certainly do not intend to 'court'
them in order to acquire favors from their new territory."
"Luke," Leia said again, this time seriously, "they have specifically requested
your presence. The king's daughter will be present and they wish to introduce
her to you."
Great, Luke rolled his eyes in definite annoyance. Another match-making attempt.
"Leia," he sighed patiently, "I really have much more important things to do
this week than to go to Coruscant to meet yet another younger, rich dignitary.
The new students have just begun to..." His voice faded away when he noticed how
his sister's eyes turned grim. She was dead serious about his being present at
the reception.
"It is part of their customs, Luke. If we want to earn their trust further, we
must show some open-mindedness toward those."
In short, Luke summarized to himself, if he did not go, 'he' would be
responsible of a rift between the new member of the Republic and his sister's
government. "You've already promised them that I would be there, haven't you?"
he queried disapprovingly.
"I'm sorry, I had no choice," she apologized. "I know how much you hate these
arrangements."
He raised an eyebrow, perplex. "Do you?" he inquired, memories of other 'blind'
dates coming back to him.
"Yes, I do now," she reassured him. "That's why I've warned the king that I
would ascertain your presence, but nothing else. The rest will be between you
and his daughter."
"And what did he say?" he asked, aware that another custom on Cariba was to
arrange marriage like they did in the Hapes Cluster.
His sister smiled reassuringly at him. "He's accepted that part of our custom."
For a long moment, Luke considered his sister's request. He had more than his
fill of her attempts to match him with beautiful, sophisticated young ladies of
her class of citizens. The women had always been wonderful, of course, but they
had just been 'too' wonderful for a farmboy like him, he sighed glumly. He
simply wasn't cut out to fit with a dignitary of the upper class, no matter if
he believed in such categories or not.
What mattered though was that except for his sister, and his best friend Mara,
he never felt comfortable with refined companions of the opposite sex. Yet, here
was another request for him to try and match with a dignitary's daughter, and he
couldn't refuse without endangering the whole peace treaty with the human
Caribans.
Rubbing his neck in weariness, he finally gazed up at his sister once again.
"Just an evening, then I'm out of there," he warned her meaningfully. "It
really isn't a good time for me to leave the Academy at the moment."
"Deal," his sister smiled at him. "Don't worry, you won't have to talk with her
about trading business or politics. The other guests will take care of that with
the rest of the Cariban guests."
"Good," he nodded, then paused as he registered what she had just told him.
Traders? "Have you added Mara to the list of guests? She now owns her own
company--"
"Yes," Leia nodded, smirking slightly at him this time. "She's been notified.
Even though her company is still completing the distinction process from
Karrde's organization, we have considered that her expertise with the rim trade
would be most profitable to the Caribans."
"And to your convincing them to completely join the Republic and open the
markets," Luke added knowingly.
It was his turn to voice his sister's thoughts. "Well," she fumbled slightly,
"yes, and she's agreed to that. If she can sign a deal with them, the Caribans
will be her first important clients."
Knowing his friend and how determinate she was when it came to reaching her
goals, Luke suspected that even though she did not care anymore than he did
about receptions, she too had chosen to do what she had to do so as to ensure
their new peace with one of the last independent systems of the outer rim.
Well, he thought to himself next, if Mara would be on Coruscant, perhaps his
going there would not be 'that' bad after all. He hadn't seen her in a long
while.
He missed her.
"All right," he concluded with his still waiting/watching sister. "I'll leave in
a few hours. I'll be on time for the reception."
"Thanks Luke," Leia smiled fondly at him, "I'll make it up to you, I promise.
Perhaps a decent meal before you tackle this new duty?" she offered more gently.
Luke tried to not grimace too much at the prospect of eating some of his
sister's cooking. "Hmmm, well, considering the frenzy in which you'll be on that
evening, I don't think that it would be a good idea. Don't worry though," he
reassured her, "you'll have other occasions to catch up on that debt."
"Okay," his beautiful sister nodded. "See you soon then. I miss you, brother."
"I miss you too, sis," he smiled gently at her. With a last gaze, they cut off
their transmission, and he was alone with his thoughts once again.
Coruscant, he thought glumly, and another reception during which he would feel
like a fish in the middle of the Tatooine desert... unless he could find Mara.
Mara, he smiled more warmly. He was truly happy for her that she had made her
trading dream come true. Of course, he was saddened that she would probably
never train as a Jedi ever again, but, he shrugged inwardly, she would be happy.
It was the only thing that truly mattered to him.
As he called to mind his last memory of his weirdly-tempered, stand-fast,
mesmerizing friend, he made a note to himself to try and arrange to see her at
least once before returning to Yavin.
For some reason, he suddenly couldn't wait to see her again and he decided that
he might delay his return until he 'would' have a 'real' moment of friendship
with her.
But first, he reminded himself more glumly, he had a date to catch up with.
He exited the main communication room of the temple and went in search of Kam
and Streen, his two most trustee apprentices/teachers.
******
------Mara Jade watched Talon Karrde, who was sitting across the three tiered
Holochess board, as he pondered his next strategy. His features were as rigid as
ever as his most powerful piece, the Monnok, gave a final cry when Mara's Houjix
outmaneuvered and defeated the computer generated beast. The young woman sat
back in her seat, a triumphant grin spreading across her face.
As he took in her rare, genuine smile, Karrde found it hard to be resentful of
her obvious victory. Forgetting the game for a moment, the smuggler studied his
good friend and colleague with new eyes.
Mara had left his group just a few months ago, yet she was already at the head
of a small but thriving business. They had just finished a tedious but lucrative
business dinner with a representative of the Everante Cluster. Aware that he was
very familiar with the intricacies of Everante law, Mara had asked for his
presence at the negotiations. After coming to an agreement with the Cluster's
representative, the two humans had decided that a celebration had been in order.
After sharing a glass of Alderaanian wine on the restaurant's grounds, they had
adjourned to her apartment. There, their holochess matches had developed into a
good natured rivalry; neither of them had wanted to abandon now that they were
no longer working together.
At the moment though, Karrde was filled with more than comradeship for his ex-
associate. She was garbed in a form fitting black and silver gown and her red-
gold hair hung in a shimmering mass of curls down her back. She was simply
stunning.
She dazzled him again with a new smile. "Face it Karrde, there's no way that you
can get out of this one."
Talon found his gaze trapped in her dancing emerald eyes and wondered if her
Jedi senses could detect his rapid pulse. He leaned back in his chair, suddenly
finding the woman seated across from him infinitely more interesting than the
game. "You're right. I know when it's time to surrender with dignity."
Mara seemed momentarily disappointed; Karrde almost laughed out loud as he
realized that she had wished to make her victory complete.
"Of course," he added gallantly, "I wouldn't want to deny you the pleasure of
watching my utter defeat."
Mara laughed and waved her hand in the air. "It's all right, I'm content to know
that I won."
Karrde watched her with avid interest now, observing details that most people
would not have noticed.
Over the last few months, Mara had grown more relaxed. She smiled more readily
and the cold reserve that Karrde had grown to associate with the beautiful woman
had lessened. He had known how much her independence meant to her, but he had
never thought how well it would suit her.
For as long as he knew her, he had always considered her to be one of his best
friends, someone he could rely upon as well as a shrewd business partner.
However, he had never realized just how much he would miss having her in his
life. Over the years, she had become a constant companion, but now, her absence
in it had left a hole.
He had always cared for her, but he was just beginning to realize just how deep
his feelings for this woman went.
Mara flicked a switch at the base of the board; the holographic pieces
disappeared with a low hum.
Before she could stand up, Karrde spoke. "Mara, Can I ask you something?"
"Since when did you ever need my permission to ask me a question?" she replied
flippantly. When she saw the intent look on his face she grew still, "What is
it, Talon? What's wrong?"
Karrde smiled slightly, enjoying the way she said his first name. "I've been
asked to attend a conference with the delegates of the Cariban court tomorrow
night."
"Organa-Solo has already invited me to attend too," Mara nodded.
"I was wondering if you would come with me?" Karrde asked.
Mara noticed that although Karrde's features were as composed as ever, he
strangely appeared slightly flushed. She could see that the pulse in his neck
was going just a bit faster than normal and she could sense his growing
nervousness. What could?..., she wondered--- then her eyes widened as she
realized that her former employer was asking her out, not as a colleague but as
a woman. "Let me get this right," she began slowly, "you are asking me out on a
date, right?"
Karrde's mouth twisted slightly and he said: "Did I just overstep my bounds?
Maybe this isn't a good idea."
Mara thought about it for a moment. Talon Karrde was an attractive man. He had
his share of females fighting for his attention at numerous social gatherings,
and she was a woman who had worked closely with him for years. She had never
thought of him as a man before, mostly because it was against her code of ethics
to get involved with her boss, but Karrde no longer was her boss, and he was
still one of her best friends. She respected him deeply and cared for him. Given
time, could her feelings develop into something more?
Karrde continued, "I tried to hide it, feeling that it was not appropriate to
get involved with a co-worker, but things have changed. You're a beautiful,
intelligent woman," he told her in an earnest way that dimly reminded her of a
farmboy of her acquaintances. "I would be honored if you would allow me to
court you, but I want you to know that I value our friendship very highly. I
don't want to do anything that would jeopardize that."
Mara gazed into his pale blue eyes, regarding him closely. For a moment, Mara
wished that his eyes were just a shade deeper, more intense, and that his hair
was dark blond. She blinked at that, trying to banish these thoughts. Where did
that come from? But she knew- Skywalker. Again. Because she knew that she would
soon see him again.
She had heard from Organa-Solo that Luke would be at the conference, with
Tarrintha Goule, the King's daughter. Although, she suspected that this
occurrence was arranged by Princess Leia.
Anyway, she pulled herself out of her musings, it would be better to attend the
gathering with someone on her arm, then alone. It would also be much better if
she could be with someone she could trust, someone she liked..., someone like
Talon Karrde.
She slowly nodded at her companion. Talon's face broke out into a broad grin. "I
would be happy to go with you... Talon."
She stood up; Karrde got to his feet as well. She could sense his joy at her
words, and a part of her was similarly buoyed. Another part, though, kept her
grounded.
"I had better go. You've had a long and profitable day. I'll pick you up at
about five?" he offered.
"That will be fine," Mara agreed.
He leaned toward her face, and Mara wondered if he were going to kiss her, then
wondered if she were ready for this or not.
As if sensing her nervousness, her companion seemed to reconsider and took her
hand instead. He kissed the back of it.
Although she wasn't sure how she felt about Karrde's sudden coming out, his
action filled her with a surprisingly warm and comfortable sensation. He raised
his head, smiled, and released her hand.
"Until tomorrow, then," he said, his voice taking on a very sensual range.
Feeling that she should say something, but at a complete loss for words, Mara
saw him to the door. She locked it behind him and her first thought was to com
Skywalker. However, as she gazed at the blank monitor when her finger hesitated
on the activation switch, she decided against it.
Almost right on the heels of that decision, a flicker through the force alerted
her that Skywalker had now entered her sensing range, and so has she his. She
reached out for a moment and wordlessly soothed him away.
It was better not to talk to him just now, she decided. Tomorrow, she would
enjoy her outing with Talon Karrde; she would not let feelings for a particular
Jedi obstruct her new hopes for future happiness.
******
Deep in the catacombs of Venia, which located in the outer sector of the Cariban
space, disgruntled imperials held a secret meeting. As he gazed at the newly-
acquired weapon, the Grand Commander felt his excitement and lust for revenge
bubble within him.
At last, he thought darkly, they had captured it. Their allies had been through
to their words and had helped his troops to infiltrate the Cariban weapon
facilities and steal a working model of their seismic accelerator.
"Of course," Commander Pakc of Intelligence warned, "this model will need to be
modified if we want it to destroy a forth of the main Rebel base."
'AKA Coruscant,' the Commander supplied for himself.
"However, the techs assure me that they will be able to complete the
modifications to your specifications."
The four other men smirked with malice.
"Perfect," the Commander acquiesced. "Have the techs work on it non-stop if they
have to. I'm going to Coruscant with my team and make sure that the other part
of our plan succeeds without a hitch. When can we expect this cargo to join us
there?" he inquired, turning toward the Intel expert.
"In three days from now, Sir, separated in five parts," the other bowed.
"Very good." A mere forty-eight hours later, the Commander would watch the
beginning of the end of Coruscant as the crust of the strained planet would
disintegrate. "Make sure to center the attack on the Republic headquarters."
"With pleasure, Sir," the others bowed to him, then left him, returning to their
duties.
Soon, he promised himself as he watched the departing group, soon he would no
longer be a power in the shadows; he would step into the light once again. He
would finally be acknowledged by everyone. For now though, he had a part to
play.
"What is the last information about the Jedi Master?" he asked his
intelligence expert.
"He is on his way to Coruscant for the Cariban conference, ETA 1000," the other
informed him.
"Most excellent," he smiled to himself.
They would truly hit them all in one, swift stroke that would make the Death
Star pale in comparison, and he himself would finally complete his last command.
******
As Luke had promised Leia, he arrived on Coruscant barely a few hours before the
beginning of the reception.
Leia had hoped fervently that he would make a detour by her place to touch base
with her, but other than a quick touch through the Force, he had avoided her,
finding refuge in his apartments.
Or so it felt to Leia anyway.
In a way, she knew that she could not ask him to do anything but what he had
already agreed, but at the same time, she had wanted to talk with him before she
would introduce him to the Cariban dignitaries. She had to at least coach him
into the proper behavior with this new culture, and she had to---
"I wonder if Luke's arm is still sore from all that twisting," her husband
commented from her side as they rode the turbolift up to the hangar floor.
"Huh?" she feigned confusion, "I don't know what you mean."
Han turned toward her, giving her a 'come-on' gaze that she had come to
understand as a warning that he could see right through her. Sometimes she was
sure that he could use the Force too for he had an uncanny ease for reading her
just as well as she could him.
"All right," she sighed, then nervously brought her hand to her mass of braided
hair. The tightly woven strands were tied in an intricate, solid knot that was
firmly affixed on the crown of her head. "I pulled diplomatic strings on him, I
admit it."
"The Caribans never requested his presence, did they?"
"But princess Tarrintha looked so eager to meet him, and the King was more than
ready to approve a marriage ---"
"But they did not 'twist' your arm into inviting him. You did."
Beaten, she sighed wearily. "I could not refuse them this privilege, Han," she
said simply. "You should have seen their smiles when I told them that I would
make sure that he would attend. They love him, Han. Everybody loves him, you
know?"
"Sure, I've been the first one to fall for his farmboy naivete," he smirked more
lightly before he turned serious once again, "but even then, Leia, I also saw
how moody he could be. He has a temper." he warned her more seriously. "You'll
have to stop pulling him around by his Jedi cloak or he might just give you the
slip one of these days."
"Luke?, she gaped at him. "He wouldn't," she shook her head in denial. "I know
my brother."
"You 'knew' him," Han pointed out knowingly. "He's changed a lot throughout the
past years. He sure isn't the farmboy I rescued from Tatooine anyway."
"I know," she sighed in agreement, then checked the glowing numbers that
indicated the floor that they had now reached. "Sometimes though, I wonder if
those changes have been for the best."
Han didn't answer her last remark. The lift finally stopped and the doors slid
open once again. Sandwiched between Leia's professional bodyguards, the couple,
garbed in refined clothing, walked toward the main door of the hangar bay of
their airspeeder.
******
As Jade and Karrde approached the casino that had been reserved for the Cariban
reception, she dimly wondered if the location had been the idea from the
president herself or from her ex-smuggler of an husband.
"Quite an unusual setting for a diplomatic reception, isn't it?" Karrde
commented beside her.
"This must hold some significance for the Cariban dignitaries. I've heard that
this treaty is very important for the New Republic," she shrugged, then pushed
her wind-blown strands of hair out of her eyes.
"But for which reason," his companion commented seriously, "their acceptance of
the New Republic? or their weapons technology?"
"Touche," she agreed, then looked up at the imposing building of the Manarai
Casino before she refocused on her escort.
Karrde was dressed in a form-fitting, rangy, thigh long jacket that was
completed by trousers that had transformed him from smuggler to gentleman for
the evening. She watched him with interest as he bowed his head in salutations
to Councilor Fey'lya and his mate when they walked past them.
When the aliens ignored them, he leaned closer to Mara's head, reclaiming her
wandering attention. "Somehow, I doubt that the setting of this reception will
change its atmosphere."
Mara absently nodded in agreement. However, she had barely heard him. Instead,
her gaze had followed the obnoxious alien and was once again riveted on the tall
building as a shiver kept running up and down her spine like a warning signal.
There was danger in there, she finally understood. It was not an immediate one,
but she would be well advised to keep her eyes peeled for any sign of deceit.
She and her handsome escort finally reached the main doors and stepped through
the entryway. She quickly made a note to herself to warn Luke about her feeling
when she would see him. She remained alert, heightening her awareness with the
help of the Force.
Wardens inspected their invitations very carefully, then when everything
appeared to be in order, they invited them to step inside. Skywalker's sister
and her retinue were near the entrance, greeting their guests. Despite the
reminder of danger, Mara decided to enjoy the evening.
The orchestra was playing music too loud and fast for a typical formal reception
while the empty space above the main gambling floor was filled with smoke and
laser-lit images and messages. As if affected by the unusual setting, the
attendees were as raucous as if they had been in a cantina on a tenth-rate
planet. Or perhaps they were even worse, Mara decided. After all, clients of
such a cantina would keep a low profile in order to avoid attracting unwanted
attention. She refocused on the welcome committee.
"Welcome Mara, Talon," Leia greeted them less formally than she had just greeted
her Cariban guests. "We're very glad that you could join us, and I personally
wish you a very profitable evening."
"Yeah, but avoid the Corellian Chance wheel. The odds are too high in favor of
the house," Han commented as he clasped her hand, then conspiratorially leaned
closer "and Lando has already cleaned it out for the evening."
"Ah, so Calrissian is the one to challenge to a game of Sabaac then," Mara
commented in amusement as she shook hand with Skywalker's best friend.
Han's mouth quirked in a half smile, "Exactly."
She felt a momentary twinge of disappointment when she failed to see Luke
anywhere close by. She quickly scanned the casino, sensing his proximity but she
was unable to 'see' him. They moved away from the Solos.
"Looking for Skywalker?" Karrde inquired dryly as he guided her toward a
gambling table.
Mara shot him a look and said: "Why, that almost sounded jealous."
"Should I be?" he asked, his lips pressing tightly together.
"He's my friend," she reminded him, soothingly laying a hand on his arm.
The tension eased from his mouth and he smiled more easily. "Sorry."
Both warmed and disturbed by this little display she went on: "I'm here with you
tonight, Talon. Remember?"
Her companion nodded quickly as he bent down--- and gave her a quick kiss.
Mara's eyes widened in surprise. He chuckled lightly at her. "I think that's the
first time I've ever managed to catch you off guard."
A familiar, almost memorized, gentle voice interrupted them, "I'd be careful
Karrde. Her bite's worse than her bark."
Mara turned around at that, startled that she hadn't felt his approach, "Luke."
She felt a slight flush spread across her face, but it immediately drained away
when she set eyes on the tall, blonde woman who was clinging to the Jedi's arm.
"This is Tarrintha Goule, princess of Cariba." Luke said, casually disentangling
his arm from the other's grip. "Tarrintha, this is Talon Karrde and Mara Jade,
some of my very good friends."
The woman smiled slyly and said, "I'm sorry if we're interrupting."
Mara, though, didn't hear her. Instead, her senses were monopolized by the
Jedi's sight. Instead of his usual Jedi garb, Luke was wearing fashionable, very
elegant clothes. He looked, she dimly thought, as if he were a handsome prince
instead of a staid Jedi. His dark blue trousers were matching his short jacket
that was enhancing his well-built stature, but what was truly completing the
effect was the satin blue, straight-collared shirt that he was wearing under his
jacket. Mara was momentarily mesmerized by how blue his eyes appeared,
perfectly matching the satin of his shirt; she was so engrossed in that detail
that she barely noticed that he was not wearing his lightsaber at his hip,
banishing his Jedi image for the evening.
Then Talon casually put his arm around her waist and the moment was gone. The
red head fought the impulse to push Karrde away, then she saw how Tarrintha
pushed up against Luke once again and remembered in the nick of time that she
had come out with Karrde, not Luke.
"It's an honor to meet you, princess," Karrde greeted formally.
"I'm pleased that our system has finally come to an arrangement with the New
Republic."
Mara instantly saw red when she noticed how the other eyed her friend as if he
were the next item on a list of purchases.
"It's always good to be neighborly."
The ex-assassin decided that she did not like this woman. In front of her, Luke
was obviously embarrassed, and less than comfortable to add anything either
positive or negative, to the conversation.
"Shall we?" Talon asked her, gesturing toward the dance floor.
Mara, who was once again caught in Skywalker's blue gaze, almost reluctantly
refocused on her plainer companion and forced herself to smile up at him.
The smuggler pulled her toward him, obviously enjoying how she felt in his arms.
She, though, was not sure that she enjoyed it 'that' much.
Behind them, Luke and Tarrintha followed them toward the dance floor.
******
Long minutes later, Mara abandoned herself to the music once again, moving with
sinuous grace in time to the melodic tempo. Talon was an admirable dancer, she
reminded herself in a conscious attempt to focus on him instead of her other
friend. She reflexively smiled when he took her by the hips, swaying with her,
accompanying her moves.
No matter how hard she tried though, her gaze kept drifting toward the couple
that was at the far side of the room.
Luke was holding the blond woman, dancing with her with remarkable skill. Her
eyes narrowed when she saw the possessive way that Tarrintha held onto his
shoulders. She raised her barriers before her feelings could reach---
Luke's gaze rose to met hers; shocked by the intensity of his gaze, she stumbled
for a moment. He smiled, as if in understanding, and she felt a little flutter
in her gut as she returned the smile. She turned away, feeling unaccountably
flustered. She studiously avoided glancing again in the Jedi's direction; it
proved to be quite a challenge for her.
It even worsened when Talon seemed to notice the small exchange and bent his
head toward Mara's ear. "Luke seems to be enjoying himself," he said neutrally.
Talon's words made her heart twist.
As he gazed at his far away friend, Luke felt a stab of red hot jealously slice
through his heart. With their heads pressed closely together, Mara and Talon
were the picture of intimacy.
He tried once again to pull away from the clinging woman, counting the minutes
until he could leave this reception. Not only was his social duty weighing on
him, but his insides kept churning upside down as he watched Mara and Talon
dance in his peripheral vision.
They looked good together, he admitted even though this thought caused a sharp
lance of pain to go right through him. He pondered his reaction. Both Talon
and Mara were good friends of his, he reminded himself. Hence, he should be
glad that they appeared to have grown close.
He should, he conceded, but he didn't.
He watched them closely, supremely aware of his emotional pain when he saw Talon
draw the red haired beauty against him.
"I said, don't you just love dancing together," Luke's companion repeated, an
edge of irritation filling her voice.
Luke felt guilty as he returned his attention to his dancing partner. Seeing
that she had successfully reclaimed his attention, Tarrintha leaned seductively
forward, displaying her cleavage for optimum advantage.
The Jedi just barely prevented himself from rolling his eyes. He edged away in
time with the music, effectively putting a greater distance between them. She
was beautiful, accomplished, intelligent, and she seemed genuinely interested in
him, although how much of that could be attributed to his status as the Jedi
Master, Luke wasn't sure.
What he knew though was that he was completely unmoved by her; she had not
attracted his attention at all, not even with her 'intelligent' topics. He would
have made an excuse to leave, but as his gaze drifted once again toward Jade and
Karrde, he felt reluctant to do so.
"This isn't my idea of fun," he finally replied coolly.
"Then what is your idea of fun?" she asked coyly.
'Talking with Mara, bantering, and flying,' he thought to himself, then
refocused on his partner. "Let me get you a drink," he told her instead an left
her standing on the dance floor. He quickly made his way off the raised dance
floor, past a row of Sabaac tables and toward the server droid that was standing
behind the bar.
As he walked closer, Luke noticed that Han was reclining lazily against the bar.
He raised his drink to the younger man in welcome and said, "I see you're
enjoying yourself just about as much as I am."
"Is it that obvious?" Luke said with a grimace.
"Well," his friend slurred knowingly, "let's just say that your absence of smile
does give you away, yeah."
Luke sighed at his friend's accurate comment. He guiltily checked on Tarrintha
again; he noticed that she was deep in conversation with her aide, a tall man
with strawberry blond hair and a slight limp. And he was looking at her with the
eyes of a lover.
Luke felt a moment of sympathy for the man, wondering if Tarrintha even realized
that her aide had feelings for her, then turned away and placed an order with
the Server droid. He then sat on the stool that was just beside Han's. "She just
isn't my type, I guess."
"Like every other dignitary that you've ever been introduced to," his friend
commented, then winked at him when he saw him redden as if caught cheating at
Sabaac. "Don't worry, Kid. I won't be the one to scold you about that new
failure. I might have married the last princess of Alderaan, but I sure wouldn't
repeat the experience with the princess of Cariba."
"Smuggler and princesses," Luke ribbed him as he nodded his thanks to the droid.
"Figures."
"As much as farmboy and princess do, huh?"
The young Jedi grimaced again at that. "Yeah. Next time that Leia wants me to
come over for a social call, I think that I'll convince my students to misbehave
and strand me on Yavin. It just isn't my kind of thing."
"If you ever do that," Han smirked at him, "I'll make an emergency trip to Yavin
to help you 'calm' them down."
Relieved that his friend understood him so well, Luke relaxed some more and
really ribbed him on the arm. "You'll never change, you old pirate."
"Me?" Han groused as he used to, "never on your life, but then," he smirked
lopsidedly as he gazed at the young Jedi master, "you haven't changed 'that'
much either, Kid."
"Yeah. Thanks to Mara..." he replied reflexively, then paused as he mentioned
his best friend's role in his retaining his lighter demeanor despite his Jedi
duty.
He turned his head around and searched the dancing floor for the beautiful young
woman.
"She doesn't seem to be enjoying her date anymore than you are, Kid," the older
man said from behind her.
Luke whirled around, shocked by what his friend had just said. "What??," he
shook his head next, "but Karrde is a good match for her. It really shouldn't be
so surprising to see her with him. I guess it's probably just because I've
never seen them like this before. She has great respect for him, and was willing
to sacrifice her life for his even before we were friends."
Han shrugged, "Somehow, I don't think that her sense of honor is enough to
maintain a romantic relationship with him. There just seems to be something
missing between them."
'Like deep affection and an incredible desire just to be with the other,' Luke
thought to himself as he slowly turned back toward his friend----
"Master Skywalker?" Tarrintha's sultry voice drifted closer once again. "Is
everything all right?"
Barely covering his grimace that his reprieve was over so fast, Luke took a deep
breath, then faced the foreign princess once again. She was beautiful, he tried
to encourage himself, and she was not too obtrusive, but what annoyed him was
how she seemed to stick to him like sealing paste for his x-wing. "Yes, of
course," he reassured her coolly. "The Server droid had a slight delay," he
lied, dimly rebuking himself.
A Jedi was not supposed to lie, but then, the farmboy in him shrugged, a Jedi
was not supposed to flirt with dignitaries because his sister had gotten
involved in a new attempt of matchmaking.
Tarrintha gracefully accepted the glass that he offered her, then sidled closer
to him until Luke felt as if he were trapped between her and the bar. "Do you
want to dance again?" he offered her quickly, aware that his brother-in-law was
watching him with great amusement.
Before the young woman could shake her head, he extended his elbow toward her.
Oddly disappointed by this turn of events, the princess slipped her arm through
his and walked back toward the dance floor with him. Behind them, Han could
barely contain his laughter as he watched his friend give the princess quite a
run for her money. She would never understand the young Jedi, he thought to
himself.
TBC in part 2
Written 2003 by Rhea Jediknight (jediknight@mail2master.com) and SJ
(skyjade@globetrotter.net)
