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Daktor: Okay I'll do that. Maybe I'll make an entire fanfic that's just a collection of adventures that I don't use in this story.

: I'm not offended, in fact the constructive criticism is very helpful. I've started updating once every other day, originally it was just because my schedule was all messed up, and now because I need more time to "meaten" (I don't think that's a word) up my chapters. I'm a beginner in the writing business so this story is my way of gaining more experience before I go into something bigger, which I already have one chapter for and it's pretty long. Thanks for the feedback. By the way I LOVE your story "Princess". Next chapter will be longer.

Here's Chapter… wait, TWENTY? I didn't see that coming!

(Luke POV)

Mara and I got along instantly. As I showed her around she made funny comments and didn't ask too many questions. And she IS quite attractive… wait, what am I becoming?

"You know Luke, you are so much like your father it's scary."

There was my answer. The Jedi's worst fears have been realized. I'm becoming my father.

It was around lunch time, so I showed Mara to the cafeteria and we sat down. "The food's not to bad here," Mara said, "it's edible."

"Don't be so sure about that," Han said, coming to sit at our table, "now who might you be?"

"This is Mara, she's a friend of my father's," I responded.

"Any friend of Anakin's must be a special person," Han said.

"We met in his first decade of being a walking emergency room," Mara said, "he was really moody back then. When he found out about Luke, he started going back to the male-diva we all put up with now."

"I HEARD THAT!" the ex-dark-lord in question yelled from across the room, "My hearing got fixed when I resurrected myself. And admit it, you like this better than me being a emotionally unstable scrap heap."

"We do," Han said quickly, "don't ever change."

Anakin rolled his eyes and sat down to eat, with enthusiasm I'd never seen in someone eating cafeteria food before. Blue eyes lit up in amazement with each bite, while the rest of us were reluctant to actually eat it.

"How can you eat this so happily Tough Stuff?" Mara asked

"Tough Stuff?" Han and I questioned at the same time.

"That was her nickname for me during the dark time," Anakin answered, "one of many actually. I could never come up with a good comeback. And to answer your question Mara, I will never take anything for granted ever again. This is a gourmet meal compared to what's been keeping me standing up past two decades."

"I'm sure the cooks would love to hear that," I said.

"Then perhaps I should go tell them, and prove that some members of the human race are still capable of thankfulness," he replied with a defiance I never saw when he was a Sith.

We all stared at his retreating back as he took his plate and walked to express his feelings. The irony made me wanna burst out laughing. My father, a man who once literally masked his feelings, was going to express them to people he didn't really know.

"Look at him Luke," Mara said humorously, "our little Ani is all grown up. It seems as if only a few days ago he was a shy not-so-little kid with a strange fashion sense. And now look at him, tall for natural reasons and ready to do a crazy stunt that's bound to get him back in his old wardrobe."

I laughed and the added, "The only thing keeping him from burning the old suits is his fear of fire."

(Anakin POV)

With each step I mused over how much I'd changed over the past year. Turning to the dark side flipped my world upside down, and learning about Luke did so again. Ever since that day I was changing, though I didn't realize it. The death rate on the Executor decreased greatly, if the crew knew that was because of Luke they'd be worshipping him like Ewoks. I was now a mentally-scarred and SLIGHTLY more mature version of my 22 year old self.

"The food is delicious," I said as I handed one lunch lady my plate.

She stared at me and then said, "Good hair, older than he looks, dresses like some kinda holy hero… are you the other Skywalker honey?"

She didn't question my "youthfulness"? That was a first. "You're the first one who's figured it out on their own."

"Word travels fast 'round here. If someone comes back looking BETTER than when they left, it spreads like a plague. So you seriously like the food?"

"Food is food, it could be expired for all I care, but my unused stomach would enjoy it anyway."

"If it was expired you'd be asking for another healing miracle hon'."

I laughed and said, "I think I'll just end up going on some reckless mission that almost gets me killed anyway."

"Take a cookie Skywalker. Eating it'll put you on an extreme sugar rush, and no one can put up a fight against a hyper guy who can heal himself out of literally nowhere."

I laughed as I took it and said, "Thank you ma'am, I'll use it well. That or my fan club of Ewoks."

Feeling satisfied with my expression of gratitude, I returned to the group of people who drive me insane.

"And then I saw him FLOATING IN MIDAIR above me. IT WAS AWESOME! There were literally spheres of pure energy in his hands. At first I had no clue who it was. Then he shot a LIGHT BEAM, directly from HIS HAND." Luke was saying.

"Telling your friends how awesome I am son?" I teased, and ruffled his hair.

He lightly elbowed me in annoyance and replied, "Yes."

"And to think I stuffed you in a box once!" Han exclaimed.

Mara's eyes lit up and I knew what she was thinking. "I've gotta hear this," she said.

To my luck, Leia came in the room, with a group of Ewoks following her. She was all business as she stated, "We need to discuss reforming the Republic. Many Imperials will try to regain control, so we have to seize it immediately."

Of course they would. Some Imperials were really crazy about their government, I'd met a few that'd creeped me out with their obsession. No doubt they were forming some kind of organization to keep the Empire going. But we couldn't have THAT now could we?

"Just have Mr. Awesome over here use his "epic-ness" and problem solved," Mara suggested sarcastically.

Could I do that at any time? I didn't think so. According to Luke, after I did it I passed out from exhaustion. I don't even know my own capabilities anymore! While I was Darth Vader I knew very well what I couldn't do, because I was reminded of it every second by the constant pain. Now I'm a mystery to even myself, for all I know I could raise the dead! Then I'd get my Padmé back…

Thinking of my losses wasn't healthy, so I cleared my head of those fantasies. I'd already had my hope crushed enough times.

"I'm not sure I can just do that anytime Mara. That may've been a one time thing," I said quietly.

Chewie came in and growled something that translated to, "Did you hear about the uprising?"

"Uprising?" the rest of us questioned in unison.

Chewie nodded, "The remnants of the Empire have set up base on some witch planet."

"Some witch planet…" I echoed quietly. That sounds familiar. To most people a planet with that description would stand out, but I'd been to all sorts of strange places. Then it hit me.

"Dathomir!"

AN: This was a little late, sorry.