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Mara pulled the Mobquet into a darkened alleyway behind the spaceport and shut it off. The rain was still battering the viewport. "Get your stuff together," she muttered, shouldering the survival pack. "Let's do this as quickly as possible."
Luke exited the speeder into the rain without reply, pulling on the hood of his parka as icy rain slid down his face and the back of his neck. He could feel Leia's presence so close now. They were here, in this town. Nature had a cruel sense of humor, he reflected tiredly, to throw his friends in harm's way after everything he had done to avoid such a situation. Or perhaps it was the will of the Force that he talk to them and warn them himself. Regardless, he was going to do it.
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The rain had started up again in full force. Mara sat in the hard, uncomfortable chair, trying not to show how uneasy she was by fidgeting. Luke was not so successful, however. He shifted in his chair, drummed his fingers, and glanced around the room apprehensively. The man behind the desk, drawing up the necessary paperwork, was beginning to notice. Mara speared Skywalker with a warning glare that the Jedi barely acknowledged. His sense in the Force was like a pacing time bomb.
She hoped Vader and Palpatine were keeping this search for Skywalker rather quiet and had not included the help of the local townspeople, because Luke was not doing a very good job at being inconspicuous.
"These are the codes necessary to get you into the ship," the man was saying, sliding two datacards across the desk to Mara. "Everything else should be in order."
He got to his feet, pocketing his credit chips. Mara took it as a cue to stand as well, taking the data cards. There was one window in the cramped little office, covered with a dark shade. Even so, she could still hear the spattering of the rain. "Bay 22 is in that direction," he pointed vaguely. "You shouldn't have any problems." Mara nodded curtly, thanked the man, and followed Skywalker out the door.
"Next time would you mind trying to keep a low profile?" she asked him in irritation, pulling her parka closer around her. "If the Emperor had put an open price on your head, we'd be in Imperial custody by now."
But Luke wasn't listening. He turned to her. "Han and Leia are here," he said quietly, nodding past the spaceport's security fence toward a rather festive-looking cantina. "In that building. I'm sure of it."
Mara opened her mouth to speak, shaking her head. "We don't have time for a family reunion, Skywalker--if you want to be able to get out of here, then we have to leave now--"
"The Empire is here somewhere, and they are in danger," Luke snapped with more fire than she expected. "I have to warn them. It won't take very long--I can meet you back at the ship."
"Luke--"
"Ten minutes," he cut her off. "That's all the time it's going to take. Get the ship ready--I'll be right back."
With that, he turned, hand resting lightly on his blaster, and jogged--a dark shadow dressed entirely in black--into the filmy mist of the rain.
Mara watched his departing back, feeling the warning ache of danger beneath her collar bone, and not knowing what to do. Of course she knew of Luke's loyalty to his friends, and should have expected nothing less than this from him. It would make sense for her, in order to save time, to go get the ship prepped. Then they would be able to take off as soon as he returned. But still, the Jedi had a penchant for getting himself into trouble. He might end up needing her help.
Slipping her own blaster out of its sleeve holster, Mara started after him. She had gone three paces when she heard a step behind her and gasped, spinning around, blaster drawn.
"Well, my dear," Emperor Palpatine said softly, stepping into the wan light in front of the black shadows, misty rain pouring down like a fog around them. His hand grasped his gnarled cane, digging it into the hard ground. His face and sense were hard and calm and angry all at once. "This is certainly an interesting surprise."
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"They said you could help us," Solo growled, eyeing the one-eyed Dyrro taking a seat across the small table from them. "We need information quickly."
Leia fidgeted and glanced at her chrono as the alien made himself comfortable. It was almost 0400 hours, local time. A terrific time to be organizing a search party. "Well, my friend--just how quickly, is the question," the creature smiled. The expression was an ugly distortion of his scarred and wrinkled face. I'll assure you that my price goes up fast when I have to hurry."
"We're looking for someone," Han said quietly. "Someone who we believe is, or has been recently, in this city."
"Well there are a lot of people in this city," the Dyrro replied, scratching his head in irritation. "The more difficult it is to find this person, the more it's going to cost you."
"They told me you were the best," Han reminded him. "We can pay you well."
Leia glanced toward the door of the small cantina as it opened and a patron entered. Four in the morning was not the most popular time for people to frequent a bar. But still, there were more customers than she might have expected.
Suddenly, she stiffened and did a double take of the man who had come in. He was of average height, wearing a dark tunic. His piercing blue eyes abruptly sent a stab of recognition through her.
Leia gasped. It was suddenly as if she were hallucinating. "Han," she hissed, grasping her husband's arm, but not daring to tear her gaze from the apparition before her eyes. "I--I'm seeing things."
"Leia, what--" the smuggler broke off from his conversation with the Dyrro. Following his wife's gaze, he suddenly set his drink down hard with a startled curse.
Luke stood in the doorway of the cantina, fair hair falling over his forehead, stony blue eyes telling them urgently to follow. Then he ducked into the shadows again, up the stairs toward the door.
"I--he wants us to follow him," Leia whispered, feeling numb with shock. He was really alive.
But Han was already shoving his chair back and pulling her to her feet. "Come on!"
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Luke stepped briskly into the shadows of the night, senses alert for danger. He needed a place where he could talk to Han and Leia in private. But he was also pressed for time. It would have to be quick.
Behind him, he could hear the door opening as Han and Leia came out. "Luke?"
He was about to step into view, about to call their names, to finally see and speak to the family he had missed so long.
"Han--Leia?" An iron hand suddenly grasped his shoulder, yanking him back into the shadows. Luke gasped, stumbling to the ground in a tangle of black shadows and cloth, thrown off-balance into the waiting arms of his assailant. His first blind impulse was to reach for his blaster, but the gloved hands twisted both his arms behind him with frightening strength, driving him to his knees. The Jedi floundered against his attacker, hooking his right leg ineffectively against an armored calf. The sound of a mechanical breather, exhaling noisily, gave away the identity of his attacker
"Luke!" It was Leia's voice. Then Han's cursing. Through the thudding of his own heart, Luke could hear booted feet against the pavement, and the rattle of guns against armor, and knew they must be surrounded by a dozen stormtroopers by now. He opened his mouth to shout a warning to them, but was silenced by the gloved fingers suddenly closing around his throat.
"You will keep your silence, boy," a thick, all-too-well-remembered voice advised at Luke's side, as Vader shoved him back to his feet. The Emperor's presence was suddenly a sticky, dark spot in the Force, cloying and grasping. Luke wondered, through his shock and nausea, how he had not felt it. "Obey me or one of them dies. I don't really care which one. But perhaps you do."
Light suddenly flooded the alleyway, blinding him, casting dark spots across his vision. Still, he tried to get his bearings, and see what was going on. Both Han and Leia were being prodded into a makeshift circle of stormtrooper guards, weapons confiscated, hands on their heads. Their sense in the Force was angry, shocked and confused.
Palpatine stepped leisurely into the light, a twisted, gloating smile on his face as he regarded them. "Princess Leia," he said, offering a sarcastically cordial bow. "How nice it is that we could finally meet again after so many years."
Luke felt sick. His sister back-stepped into the guard behind her. Her eyes full of a strange mixture of fear and loathing, flicking from her brother to the Emperor. Palpatine did not miss it. "Oh yes," he chuckled, half turning to regard Luke. "I don't believe you've met my young apprentice."
Luke squeezed his fist against the leg of his jumpsuit to avoid reacting. He stared straight ahead, feeling his friends' confusion and hostility wash over him.
"Monster," Leia spat angrily toward Palpatine. "What have you done to him!"
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" the Emperor suggested pleasantly. "You believe him to be your friend, when the truth is he is no longer."
Luke shut his ears against their words, stomach roiling. He'd really made a mess of things this time. If he had only listened to Mara and gone straight to the ship, they could have been driving for deep space about now. *Yeah. And leave Han and Leia to the Imperials. Perfect, Luke. You've got it all figured out.*
It was too much to hope that Mara had jumped free. Luke knew she wouldn't have left without him. That knowledge both warmed and chilled him. His premonition that Palpatine would not dismiss her betrayal casually had been so strong. Was she lying hurt someplace, perhaps even dead?
"You did your job well, my young apprentice," The Emperor was praising the Jedi gleefully, his eyes seeming to glow from the cowl of his robe as he saw the reactions of his prisoners. "I am most pleased with your work. The trap was flawlessly executed."
Luke stood as rigid as a statue, immobile as stone, barely resisting the impulse to lash out, to fight back. But he kept his temper--didn't move, didn't react, didn't give any sign that he heard.
"Luke?" Leia called to him. "What's going on?" Of course she wasn't sure what to believe. Well, it no longer really mattered. Luke would be part of the Empire soon enough anyway, wouldn't he?
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Mara felt her heart contract within her chest as she stood just out of sight in the shadows, two stormtroopers at her back. Their guns were trained on her in case she tried anything. Not that it mattered. Palpatine was more than adept at keeping her from causing any problems if she were tempted to. Her gaze went from Luke to his stunned friends. It was all too much for them to take in at once: Their mouths were half open in shock and growing disbelief. The man, Solo, stood instinctively between his wife and the Emperor, his eyes darting from the black-cowled terror to the apparition that looked exactly like his friend who had been dead over six months. Realization set into those dark, intelligent eyes, as the smuggler balled his fist in growing anger. "Luke!" the woman cried, not understanding why her brother would not answer her.
"What's going on!" Solo demanded angrily, looking from Luke to Palpatine, seeming to forget that he was talking to the most feared man in the galaxy. The Emperor only chuckled. Luke raised his head to regard his friends. He would not speak--he couldn't. His face was expressionless, empty, except for the barely tightening of the muscles around his mouth. But then Mara saw his eyes and her stomach wrenched in sympathetic pain for him.
"As you can see," Palpatine crowed. "He is on my side now."
Suddenly, Solo was launching himself at the Emperor, arms outstretched like he would throttle the old man. "Why you slime-ridden son of--"
He was clubbed in the back, courtesy of a blaster carbine, bringing him to the ground.
"I never thought you would sink so low!" Han shouted angrily, wrestling his hands away from the cuffs two stormtroopers were attempting to clamp on his wrists. He was shouting to the air, but the words were directed at Luke. Mara saw the Jedi flinch, though his blue eyes looked empty.
Solo bellowed a few more choice curses, muffled against the pavement where he was being pinned, before the lightning blue bolt of a stun beam silenced him. His body fell slack against the ground.
The princess cried out with a sob of, "Han!" before a stormtrooper began dragging her off.
Palpatine waved a papery white hand in the half-darkness. "Yes," he said quietly. "Take them away."
Mara blinked at the line of the stun bolt traced across her vision. Skywalker hadn't moved, but she could see his tightly clenched fists and the rigid muscles in his neck and arms.
When Solo and the princess had been taken out of sight, Palpatine turned slowly on Luke, his gleeful smile transformed into a cold, calm rage. Mara watched helplessly from the shadows, a lump of fear inexplicably rising in her throat.
"What have you to say for yourself, my young Jedi?"
Luke raised his eyes to the Emperor in hollow defeat. The flash of defiance was gone, his eyes and expression now empty and listless. "Nothing," he whispered tightly.
Palpatine casually flicked his finger, just as the tingle of danger rose to a shout in Mara's mind. "Luke--watch out.!"
Luke suddenly cried out, doubling over with a retching sob, clutching his stomach as he crumpled to the ground.
"In case you thought your escape from me would go unpunished," the Emperor said coldly, watching with no emotion the figure curled up into a fetal position on the pavement. "I will make you wish you had never considered stepping out of the palace," He paced slowly toward the Jedi. "I warned you that if tried to escape again, your friends would suffer too."
Crumpled in the dirt, his jaw clenched in rigid pain, Luke tried a feeble roll to face his attacker. "Don't you hurt them!" He gasped when he could speak again, struggling to push up on his elbow. "Leave them alone."
Palpatine stood over the young man, his expression emotionless. "You had your chance, my young friend. Now all of you will pay the consequences of your foolish decision."
Luke slumped to the dirt again, despair and self-reproach painfully apparent both on his features and through the Force.
The Emperor's cold eyes darted to Mara. "I haven't forgotten your disobedience either, my dear." He extended his gaze to include Vader, holding that polished gaze for several heart stopping moments. Luke was still lying broken on the ground, his eyes tightly shut, his breathing coming in shallow gasps. Mara didn't dare to look at him.
Finally, Palpatine turned to one of his guards. "Captain: take young Skywalker to my shuttle."
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Should that be the end?
Just kidding. I know this is a killer place to leave off. But I didn't really do it on purpose. Well, maybe I did. But I still love to hear from you. :)
Mara pulled the Mobquet into a darkened alleyway behind the spaceport and shut it off. The rain was still battering the viewport. "Get your stuff together," she muttered, shouldering the survival pack. "Let's do this as quickly as possible."
Luke exited the speeder into the rain without reply, pulling on the hood of his parka as icy rain slid down his face and the back of his neck. He could feel Leia's presence so close now. They were here, in this town. Nature had a cruel sense of humor, he reflected tiredly, to throw his friends in harm's way after everything he had done to avoid such a situation. Or perhaps it was the will of the Force that he talk to them and warn them himself. Regardless, he was going to do it.
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The rain had started up again in full force. Mara sat in the hard, uncomfortable chair, trying not to show how uneasy she was by fidgeting. Luke was not so successful, however. He shifted in his chair, drummed his fingers, and glanced around the room apprehensively. The man behind the desk, drawing up the necessary paperwork, was beginning to notice. Mara speared Skywalker with a warning glare that the Jedi barely acknowledged. His sense in the Force was like a pacing time bomb.
She hoped Vader and Palpatine were keeping this search for Skywalker rather quiet and had not included the help of the local townspeople, because Luke was not doing a very good job at being inconspicuous.
"These are the codes necessary to get you into the ship," the man was saying, sliding two datacards across the desk to Mara. "Everything else should be in order."
He got to his feet, pocketing his credit chips. Mara took it as a cue to stand as well, taking the data cards. There was one window in the cramped little office, covered with a dark shade. Even so, she could still hear the spattering of the rain. "Bay 22 is in that direction," he pointed vaguely. "You shouldn't have any problems." Mara nodded curtly, thanked the man, and followed Skywalker out the door.
"Next time would you mind trying to keep a low profile?" she asked him in irritation, pulling her parka closer around her. "If the Emperor had put an open price on your head, we'd be in Imperial custody by now."
But Luke wasn't listening. He turned to her. "Han and Leia are here," he said quietly, nodding past the spaceport's security fence toward a rather festive-looking cantina. "In that building. I'm sure of it."
Mara opened her mouth to speak, shaking her head. "We don't have time for a family reunion, Skywalker--if you want to be able to get out of here, then we have to leave now--"
"The Empire is here somewhere, and they are in danger," Luke snapped with more fire than she expected. "I have to warn them. It won't take very long--I can meet you back at the ship."
"Luke--"
"Ten minutes," he cut her off. "That's all the time it's going to take. Get the ship ready--I'll be right back."
With that, he turned, hand resting lightly on his blaster, and jogged--a dark shadow dressed entirely in black--into the filmy mist of the rain.
Mara watched his departing back, feeling the warning ache of danger beneath her collar bone, and not knowing what to do. Of course she knew of Luke's loyalty to his friends, and should have expected nothing less than this from him. It would make sense for her, in order to save time, to go get the ship prepped. Then they would be able to take off as soon as he returned. But still, the Jedi had a penchant for getting himself into trouble. He might end up needing her help.
Slipping her own blaster out of its sleeve holster, Mara started after him. She had gone three paces when she heard a step behind her and gasped, spinning around, blaster drawn.
"Well, my dear," Emperor Palpatine said softly, stepping into the wan light in front of the black shadows, misty rain pouring down like a fog around them. His hand grasped his gnarled cane, digging it into the hard ground. His face and sense were hard and calm and angry all at once. "This is certainly an interesting surprise."
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"They said you could help us," Solo growled, eyeing the one-eyed Dyrro taking a seat across the small table from them. "We need information quickly."
Leia fidgeted and glanced at her chrono as the alien made himself comfortable. It was almost 0400 hours, local time. A terrific time to be organizing a search party. "Well, my friend--just how quickly, is the question," the creature smiled. The expression was an ugly distortion of his scarred and wrinkled face. I'll assure you that my price goes up fast when I have to hurry."
"We're looking for someone," Han said quietly. "Someone who we believe is, or has been recently, in this city."
"Well there are a lot of people in this city," the Dyrro replied, scratching his head in irritation. "The more difficult it is to find this person, the more it's going to cost you."
"They told me you were the best," Han reminded him. "We can pay you well."
Leia glanced toward the door of the small cantina as it opened and a patron entered. Four in the morning was not the most popular time for people to frequent a bar. But still, there were more customers than she might have expected.
Suddenly, she stiffened and did a double take of the man who had come in. He was of average height, wearing a dark tunic. His piercing blue eyes abruptly sent a stab of recognition through her.
Leia gasped. It was suddenly as if she were hallucinating. "Han," she hissed, grasping her husband's arm, but not daring to tear her gaze from the apparition before her eyes. "I--I'm seeing things."
"Leia, what--" the smuggler broke off from his conversation with the Dyrro. Following his wife's gaze, he suddenly set his drink down hard with a startled curse.
Luke stood in the doorway of the cantina, fair hair falling over his forehead, stony blue eyes telling them urgently to follow. Then he ducked into the shadows again, up the stairs toward the door.
"I--he wants us to follow him," Leia whispered, feeling numb with shock. He was really alive.
But Han was already shoving his chair back and pulling her to her feet. "Come on!"
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Luke stepped briskly into the shadows of the night, senses alert for danger. He needed a place where he could talk to Han and Leia in private. But he was also pressed for time. It would have to be quick.
Behind him, he could hear the door opening as Han and Leia came out. "Luke?"
He was about to step into view, about to call their names, to finally see and speak to the family he had missed so long.
"Han--Leia?" An iron hand suddenly grasped his shoulder, yanking him back into the shadows. Luke gasped, stumbling to the ground in a tangle of black shadows and cloth, thrown off-balance into the waiting arms of his assailant. His first blind impulse was to reach for his blaster, but the gloved hands twisted both his arms behind him with frightening strength, driving him to his knees. The Jedi floundered against his attacker, hooking his right leg ineffectively against an armored calf. The sound of a mechanical breather, exhaling noisily, gave away the identity of his attacker
"Luke!" It was Leia's voice. Then Han's cursing. Through the thudding of his own heart, Luke could hear booted feet against the pavement, and the rattle of guns against armor, and knew they must be surrounded by a dozen stormtroopers by now. He opened his mouth to shout a warning to them, but was silenced by the gloved fingers suddenly closing around his throat.
"You will keep your silence, boy," a thick, all-too-well-remembered voice advised at Luke's side, as Vader shoved him back to his feet. The Emperor's presence was suddenly a sticky, dark spot in the Force, cloying and grasping. Luke wondered, through his shock and nausea, how he had not felt it. "Obey me or one of them dies. I don't really care which one. But perhaps you do."
Light suddenly flooded the alleyway, blinding him, casting dark spots across his vision. Still, he tried to get his bearings, and see what was going on. Both Han and Leia were being prodded into a makeshift circle of stormtrooper guards, weapons confiscated, hands on their heads. Their sense in the Force was angry, shocked and confused.
Palpatine stepped leisurely into the light, a twisted, gloating smile on his face as he regarded them. "Princess Leia," he said, offering a sarcastically cordial bow. "How nice it is that we could finally meet again after so many years."
Luke felt sick. His sister back-stepped into the guard behind her. Her eyes full of a strange mixture of fear and loathing, flicking from her brother to the Emperor. Palpatine did not miss it. "Oh yes," he chuckled, half turning to regard Luke. "I don't believe you've met my young apprentice."
Luke squeezed his fist against the leg of his jumpsuit to avoid reacting. He stared straight ahead, feeling his friends' confusion and hostility wash over him.
"Monster," Leia spat angrily toward Palpatine. "What have you done to him!"
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" the Emperor suggested pleasantly. "You believe him to be your friend, when the truth is he is no longer."
Luke shut his ears against their words, stomach roiling. He'd really made a mess of things this time. If he had only listened to Mara and gone straight to the ship, they could have been driving for deep space about now. *Yeah. And leave Han and Leia to the Imperials. Perfect, Luke. You've got it all figured out.*
It was too much to hope that Mara had jumped free. Luke knew she wouldn't have left without him. That knowledge both warmed and chilled him. His premonition that Palpatine would not dismiss her betrayal casually had been so strong. Was she lying hurt someplace, perhaps even dead?
"You did your job well, my young apprentice," The Emperor was praising the Jedi gleefully, his eyes seeming to glow from the cowl of his robe as he saw the reactions of his prisoners. "I am most pleased with your work. The trap was flawlessly executed."
Luke stood as rigid as a statue, immobile as stone, barely resisting the impulse to lash out, to fight back. But he kept his temper--didn't move, didn't react, didn't give any sign that he heard.
"Luke?" Leia called to him. "What's going on?" Of course she wasn't sure what to believe. Well, it no longer really mattered. Luke would be part of the Empire soon enough anyway, wouldn't he?
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Mara felt her heart contract within her chest as she stood just out of sight in the shadows, two stormtroopers at her back. Their guns were trained on her in case she tried anything. Not that it mattered. Palpatine was more than adept at keeping her from causing any problems if she were tempted to. Her gaze went from Luke to his stunned friends. It was all too much for them to take in at once: Their mouths were half open in shock and growing disbelief. The man, Solo, stood instinctively between his wife and the Emperor, his eyes darting from the black-cowled terror to the apparition that looked exactly like his friend who had been dead over six months. Realization set into those dark, intelligent eyes, as the smuggler balled his fist in growing anger. "Luke!" the woman cried, not understanding why her brother would not answer her.
"What's going on!" Solo demanded angrily, looking from Luke to Palpatine, seeming to forget that he was talking to the most feared man in the galaxy. The Emperor only chuckled. Luke raised his head to regard his friends. He would not speak--he couldn't. His face was expressionless, empty, except for the barely tightening of the muscles around his mouth. But then Mara saw his eyes and her stomach wrenched in sympathetic pain for him.
"As you can see," Palpatine crowed. "He is on my side now."
Suddenly, Solo was launching himself at the Emperor, arms outstretched like he would throttle the old man. "Why you slime-ridden son of--"
He was clubbed in the back, courtesy of a blaster carbine, bringing him to the ground.
"I never thought you would sink so low!" Han shouted angrily, wrestling his hands away from the cuffs two stormtroopers were attempting to clamp on his wrists. He was shouting to the air, but the words were directed at Luke. Mara saw the Jedi flinch, though his blue eyes looked empty.
Solo bellowed a few more choice curses, muffled against the pavement where he was being pinned, before the lightning blue bolt of a stun beam silenced him. His body fell slack against the ground.
The princess cried out with a sob of, "Han!" before a stormtrooper began dragging her off.
Palpatine waved a papery white hand in the half-darkness. "Yes," he said quietly. "Take them away."
Mara blinked at the line of the stun bolt traced across her vision. Skywalker hadn't moved, but she could see his tightly clenched fists and the rigid muscles in his neck and arms.
When Solo and the princess had been taken out of sight, Palpatine turned slowly on Luke, his gleeful smile transformed into a cold, calm rage. Mara watched helplessly from the shadows, a lump of fear inexplicably rising in her throat.
"What have you to say for yourself, my young Jedi?"
Luke raised his eyes to the Emperor in hollow defeat. The flash of defiance was gone, his eyes and expression now empty and listless. "Nothing," he whispered tightly.
Palpatine casually flicked his finger, just as the tingle of danger rose to a shout in Mara's mind. "Luke--watch out.!"
Luke suddenly cried out, doubling over with a retching sob, clutching his stomach as he crumpled to the ground.
"In case you thought your escape from me would go unpunished," the Emperor said coldly, watching with no emotion the figure curled up into a fetal position on the pavement. "I will make you wish you had never considered stepping out of the palace," He paced slowly toward the Jedi. "I warned you that if tried to escape again, your friends would suffer too."
Crumpled in the dirt, his jaw clenched in rigid pain, Luke tried a feeble roll to face his attacker. "Don't you hurt them!" He gasped when he could speak again, struggling to push up on his elbow. "Leave them alone."
Palpatine stood over the young man, his expression emotionless. "You had your chance, my young friend. Now all of you will pay the consequences of your foolish decision."
Luke slumped to the dirt again, despair and self-reproach painfully apparent both on his features and through the Force.
The Emperor's cold eyes darted to Mara. "I haven't forgotten your disobedience either, my dear." He extended his gaze to include Vader, holding that polished gaze for several heart stopping moments. Luke was still lying broken on the ground, his eyes tightly shut, his breathing coming in shallow gasps. Mara didn't dare to look at him.
Finally, Palpatine turned to one of his guards. "Captain: take young Skywalker to my shuttle."
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Should that be the end?
Just kidding. I know this is a killer place to leave off. But I didn't really do it on purpose. Well, maybe I did. But I still love to hear from you. :)
