Mara strained to connect the last remaining wires inside the Artoo unit as Luke looked on anxiously. They were currently in one of Leia and Han's apartment guest rooms where Luke was recovering from his horrible ordeal on the Eye of Palpatine.

Mara quickly glanced over to Luke. He looked so much better. His cuts and scrapes had healed after a couple days in a bacta tank, but she could see the emotional turmoil still haunted her friend.

Her friend—yes he was her friend and because of that she worked with Ghent to make some modifications on Luke's droid to facilitate communication with the astromech. Luke had wanted to put in a voice synthesizer, but that request made everyone around Luke queasy…it even made his sister shudder. Finally Han convinced Luke that a datapad communications link would be best for now. So that was what Mara was doing…installing a wireless transmitter.

Artoo was in much better shape than the last time Mara had seen it. Back then the droid was covered with mud and scratches from his earlier misadventures. Now the Astromech was clean, polished and looking like new.

Han said Luke wouldn't let anybody touch Artoo-Detoo and insisted that he would clean and polish the droid. According to Han, Artoo made a mechanical sighing noise during the whole process that gave him the shivers.

Mara closed the side door of the droid and stood up. She picked up the datapad and inputted the secure connection code. When she was satisfied that it was working she handed it over to Luke who was laying in bed recuperating.

"There you go Luke. You should have an easier time communicating."

Luke took the datapad and gave Mara a wide boyish grin that made her heart flutter.

"I can never thank you enough Mara." Luke beamed as he started tapping information into the pad.

"No problem," Mara muttered as she left the room to give them privacy.

Mara had a hard time accepting the fact that Luke Skywalker was now in love with his droid…the situation was just too surreal. She walked to the Solo's living area where they were waiting for her. Han was sitting on a couch nursing a whiskey. Mara looked at her chrono and realized it was only midmorning. The situation was obviously affecting Han…unless he always drank at this time in the day.

"Well it's done," Mara said evenly. "Luke can now communicate with his …girlfriend." Mara struggled to keep her composure. She noticed Han was biting his lower lip trying to hold in a laugh. He brought the drink up to his lips a few time intending to take a swig, but then stopped—obviously worried that he would spew it out his nose if he lost the fight not to laugh.

Mara waited until Han regained his composure and took another sip before she said, "So, when is the wedding date for Luke and Callista-Detoo?"

Han spit the drink across the room and broke down laughing. Leia frowned at her husband and shook her head.

"What do you think we should get them for a wedding present?" Han laughed. "Astromech lube?"

Mara fell down to the couch laughing so hard her sides hurt. "Do you think we will be hearing the pitter patter of little mouse droids around the house soon?"

Han laughed even louder. "How would the two even do it?"

Mara stopped laughing long enough to talk. "Well, Artoo does have that tiny claw hand."

"And there is a door on the top of its dome." Han wailed in laughter.

Leia stood red-faced with anger. "Han, Mara! Stop it. This is not funny. My brother's in love!" As soon as the words left her mouth the reality of the situation hit her and she broke out in laughter also.

It took about ten minutes until all three had settled down enough to finally understand how tragic this situation was for Luke.

"Oh Force," Leia moaned. "What are we going to do?"