Author's Note:

Oh, how rude of me! I've been forgetting something!
Thank you Rose-Arwen-Padmé for getting me to post Chapter One. Thank you Princess-Kinky for the same for Chapter Two, and thank you Falcona SkyWolf for the same for Chapter Three & the first diary entry.
Oh, and Miss SkyWolf, if you're still reading, see the last part of the "Author's Note" at the bottom. And if I may ask… What's OB1? [smiles sheepishly]) You can include it in your upbraiding of the diary entry after this chapter.
It seems this story is more popular than my others…
Enjoy! :)

Chapter Three

"Luke!" She swatted him. "C'mon, farmboy! Wake up!"
Her husband groaned, rolling away from her. "Ben…"
Mara recognized that tone. "Kenobi died decades ago! Snap out of it!"
Luke curled up as if someone had landed a blow to his stomach. "Leave her alone…"
Mara Jade Skywalker grabbed her Jedi Master husband and violently shook him. "Luke!"
He still didn't wake up. Now, though, he seemed to be talking to someone. His brow was furrowed in confusion. "Huh?"
She slapped him.
"Senator who?"
She hissed.
"Wh—wh—what?!" Luke shot up, bewildered. He saw her and sighed resignedly. "Sorry, Mara." He pulled on his overgarments.
She scowled at him. "Next time you do that I'll dump you off the bed!"
"You saw it?" He was mildly surprised, but sighed again. "That'll be tomorrow morning, then." Looking as if he hadn't slept all night, he rubbed his eyes.
"What the—" she bit her tongue "—are you talking about?"
Luke shook his head slowly as she followed him out in the hall. "I've been having these dreams for over a week, now, Mara. I didn't tell you because I thought they'd get better." He smiled wanly. "They've worsened."
Their kitchen comm beeped. Mara slapped it. "What?"
"Masters Skywalker, please report to the war room immediately." Chief of State Cal Omas hesitated. "It regards Yuuzhan Vong."
The comm switched off, and both Jedi Masters stared at each other. "Just when it's all over…" Murmuring, Luke closed his eyes. He abruptly opened them. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

Jedi Master Kyp Durron caught sight of the new senator as he entered the cafeteria, breakfast tray in hand. Getting an idea of what she was like would probably be a smart move.
He went over to her. "May I sit here?" He gestured to the open seat beside her. Actually, all the seats around her were free. He wondered if there was a reason for it.
She glanced up at him, looking like she hadn't slept all night. "If you'd like," she said resignedly, leaning back to watch him as he sat.
Odd, he thought. As if she doesn't trust me. "I thought you supported the Jedi, Sentator."
The blonde's pale lips pursed. "I supported a single move benefiting the Jedi. Nothing more."
He frowned, eyeing her. Her hand quivered as she sipped her stim-tea. "Are you ill, Senator?"
Senator Whitesun froze, then slowly put her cup down, staring straight ahead. "Why does everyone always ask me that?" She flexed her right hand.
Kyp nearly choked on his juice. Six fingers! She glanced at him sharply and he contained it.
"Yes, Master Durron. I'm a freak. Thank you for reminder." She stood and gathered her things.
"There's no need to do that—we've just met!"
"On the contrary, Master Durron, there is every need." Her arm shook from fatigue, nearly dropping her tray.
He deftly took it from her before she could protest. "You haven't been sleeping well, I see."
Her brown-green gaze watched him, face completely blank—so blank that he knew she must be hiding something.
"You try sleeping when the Hutts have your friends."
Leaving him with her tray in his hands, she left.

Cal Omas met them immediately. "The Star Destroyer Executioner ran into a group of Yuuzhan Vong ships two nights ago. It was poorly armed, with only a few TIE's."
He led them to a monitor. The Executioner looked pretty good for having singlehandedly faced down Yuuzhan Vong, to Luke's eye.
The Chief of State turned and faced them. "During the battle, a transmission reached the system from Senator Whitesun. The coralskippers retreated and left the system."
Luke heard Mara hiss in surprise. "Are you saying, Omas, that a group of Yuuzhan Vong turned tail and fled from battle?"
"The Executioner received warning immediately prior to the attack. The attackers were definitely Yuuzhan Vong."
"I thought Yuuzhan Vong never left a fight?"
The three of them turned to a young man, his blue eyes piercing, his brown hair and beard showing blonde at the roots. His brown pilot's garb was well-worn.
"How'd you get in here?" snapped the Chief of State.
The young man's lips tweaked. He looked burdened by his past—as all did, these days.
"I brought him, Chief of State." Lando Calrissian slapped the man on the back. "Meet Dan Stanley. He's as good as Jaina."
Jedi Master Mara Jade Skywalker raised her red eyebrows skeptically. "Oh, you are, are you?"
Stanley smiled weakly and shrugged, immensely embarrassed.
"That's from me, Mara." Lando mock punched Stanley's arm. "He won't say a thing about his piloting skills, except that they've gotten him in trouble, though he won't say what kind of trouble…"
"Pride comes before a fall," Stanley said quietly, struggling to keep his emotions under reign. Luke realized this man was haunted by what he'd done, not by anything others had done to him.
He opened his mouth, but Dan Stanley looked right at him and said, "You could put that in your Jedi Code: Pride leads to fear, fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and suffering…"
"Aw, how sweet! Little slaveboy's finally got the Code right…"
Stanley's blue eyes flashed gray, and he clenched his fist. "Shut up."
A petite brunette with very dark eyes and gray-streaked hair stalked up to him, wearing smuggler's clothing. "And just why—"
Dan Stanley slapped the comm next to him. "Would Jedi Master Kyp Durron—"
The young-faced woman lunged at Stanley's back, muffling the rest with her arm. Her eyes flashed. "Don't you dare pull that one on me, Stanley!" she demanded. "I have a lot more ammo on you!"
"At least I don't get kidnapped by loonies!"
She still clung to his back like a madwoman, but her controlled voice revealed that she was not anywhere near insane. "At least I didn't attack my son!"
"No, his brother did!"
"And who cut off yours' hand, I wonder?" Even Luke could hear the woman's mockery.
Dan Stanley flung her off into the far wall, face contorted into a mixture of anger and denial. He started after her, but stopped abruptly. He swallowed hard, and slowly took his gaze to Luke.
Jedi Master Luke Skywalker felt cold. He'd felt the Force in Stanley's throwing of the woman. …He'd recognized its owner.
And Luke Skywalker knew.

"Oh."
Senator Misti Whitesun glanced sheepishly around the hospital room, a datapad in hand. "Oh," she repeated, sounding abashed. "This isn't good. Um…"
Leia Organa-Solo had never before seen Tatooine's new senator disconcerted, though she did look like she hadn't had a decent night's sleep in days. "Lost?"
"Sort of." Whitesun poked at her datapad, which beeped and squawked in return. "How's Solo?"
"Han?" Leia smiled at her husband's prone frame. "Much better." He'd gone down with his ship, as Luke put it. Ever since the Millennium Falcon had been irreparable, Han had been constant prey to fevers and viruses and… Oh, everything.
"Falcon still down?"
Leia sighed, only now wondering why she was having this conversation with a politician. It felt right, though. "She'll never fly, again."
Whitesun's silence showed that the woman understood. "…I lost a ship," she said finally. "Astromech droid, too. Quite a few of them, actually. It's hard to get used to."
"You have?"
Leia realized how confusing that must've sounded as Whitesun shrugged. "I've come to appreciate that at least they aren't people."
She looked at the Senator as a person, then. "That's one way to think of it."
"It's that or let guilt and worry wrack me. I have enough concerns without adding unnecessary ones."
Leia nodded, squeezing Han's thankfully warm hand. It had been hot too often, of late. "You should have a talk with Han."
"He'll have to be awake for that, won't he?"
She shot Whitesun a sharp glance, surprised by her playful smile.
"You may not want that, though," the young woman seriously continued. "I've been told I don't worry enough about my own safety." A quirk tugged her lips. "I get the feeling that isn't the kind of thing Solo needs help with."
"No," Leia chuckled. "It isn't."
Misti Whitesun's datapad shrilled. A flick of her wrist had it up and secure in her palm. Her professional smile returned, although relief dulled it. "Excuse me, Mistress Solo."
Leia returned the official sternness. "Good day, Senator."
"Good day."
She checked her husband's bioreadings. He wouldn't be waking up till later. Leia settled herself in for a nap.

Author's Note:
So… Who has Luke recognized?
Who's the woman that drives Dan Stanley to throw her?
(Hints are contained in the chapter, but I won't list them. You'll just have to make the connections yourself.)
Next thing isn't a chapter, it's a diary entry. A very short diary entry with a big hint!