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Hmm. Yukon, ho?

Chapter III: Aunt Mara

"Are you sure about this?"

*Look, Uldir, not very many people are going to believe you've been contacted by the soul of a dead Jedi. Aunt Mara won't either – not unless you can sit her down long enough to explain. Oh, and she's a little overprotective of Ben, so if she has him while you're with her, don't touch.*

"Great," Uldir muttered. "You have really interesting relatives, you know that?"

*It's really not my fault. Aunt Mara might not be so 'interesting' if Uncle Luke hadn't taken ten years to propose to her.*

Uldir was about to respond to that statement when he saw his fire-haired quarry round a corner in front of him. "Mara – um, Ms Jade Skywalker? Master Skywalker? What am I supposed to call you, anyway?"

Mara whirled around, a snarl on her lips. Even when she recognized Uldir from one of the many holopics she and Luke had gathered out of Anakin's room on the Errant Venture she had trouble restraining the snarl. "What do you want?"

"Um – this will take some explaining. I'm Uldir, one of Anakin's friends. Uh – You know how he's dead? Well, he's not supposed to be."

Mara gave the younger man an astounded look. "What are you, some kind of nut?! How dare you walk in here and tell me something like that! There is no way for you to even guess at what's 'supposed' to be – you don't have the Force!"

She was about to turn away when Uldir whispered "That's the point. If I had the Force, I'd burn him out. Ms. Skywalker, Anakin's trying to come back. He came to me first because he needs a Forceless channel to work though. But I can't do it by myself."

The Jedi stuttered a moment. "How can you even guess that?"

"Ms. Skywalker, if there's even a chance I'm right – and you'd know if I thought I was telling the truth – wouldn't it be worth it? I saw Tahiri and I have to get her out of that. He's even worse than I am on that subject!"

"What do you . . ?"

"I can talk to him. Sort of. He's kinda currently residing in my head. He – and a dozen or so dead Jedi – have a list of people whose help we'll need."

Mara ran all this through in her head. "Alright. Suppose I decide to take you seriously – what do you need from me?"

"A ship, and where to find Lowbacca, Zekk, and Tenel Ka. We'll be picking up Sannah on the Errant Venture, and Jacen and Jaina on our way."

Mara's jaw dropped. "Jacen's dead, and Jaina's turned to the Dark Side!"

"Jacen's not dead, and bringing him and Anakin back will solve Jaina's problem rather nicely."

"Why did you come to me with this instead of Luke?"

"Because Anakin wanted me to."

Still suffering from the shock of discovering that her nephew was trying to come back to life with the help of dead Jedi, Mara beckoned to Uldir.