Date: Wed, 17 Jan 1996 00:12:44 -0500
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I'm just going to send in dribs and drabs until everyone gets sick of this...
feel free to patch in your own bits...

The time setting is eighteen months prior to CT. Key points: Kyp Durron has made
Jedi Master quite young and is now teaching. He never had that business with
Exar Kun, so he found a much better way of dealing with the Dark Side. 

------

The previous night's festivities over and done with, Luke retreated to his
apartment, which was starting to look rather vacant. A short concluding ceremony
had officially handed over the headmaster's reins to Kyp (whoops, Jedi Master
Durron), who had decided to stay on Yavin for several years. The truth was, Luke
was getting a bit wistful over the wide gulfs between he and the rest of his
family; there was also the small issue that Yavin was a rather long haul from
any of the usual trade routes, which meant that Mara spent a lot more time away
than either she or Luke really wanted. 

Mara and Luke had both agreed that keeping the space on Yavin was a good idea,
but neither of them really wanted to leave much there. With considerable help
from Tralkpha and Torve, they'd packed most of their worldly possessions aboard
the Jade's Fire and were now spending their last few days on Yavin living on a
futon that Mara had always wanted to burn for firewood. As it so happened, Luke
was also leaving his X-Wing; Wedge had pulled some strings at FreiTek and Luke
had one of those fancy black T-71s waiting for him on Coruscant. 

Mara was in the kitchen, munching on a piece of something, one of those Yavin
food plants that everyone knew was safe but nobody had ever bothered to name.
"We're all set, Mara."

"You know, Luke, as little time as we spent here together, I think I'm going to
miss the place." Adol had once commented that Luke and Mara seemed to have a
permanent residence in hyperspace; this wasn't too inaccurate. 

"Hey, at least you get to spend some time with the rest of the family, right?"
Luke pointed out. "And Leia's cooking."

"What is it with you and Leia's cooking? I've never met anyone who could make
such a perfect Alderaanian Shelvara Casserole. And I've had some good
shelvaras." Mara actually adored her sister-in-law's cooking; just like the
stuff she'd had back when the Imperial Palace was the Imperial Palace only much
better. "Oh, no..."

"What?"

"Forgot to get something for Anakin. I may as well just let him loose on the
Fire when we get back."

"Are you sure about that?" Luke was a little surprised by that remark.

"He knows his way around a toolbox better than most Tinnell mechanics I've met,"
Mara reflected. "Not too much into hacking, but he'll fix it if it's broke."

By this time they'd meandered into the bedroom. Mara collapsed onto the futon,
with Luke following close behind and landing rather messily on top of her. "I
love you, Farmboy," cooed Mara quietly.

"Hold it..." Luke said suddenly.

"What? What did I..."

"No, just something Han told me. Seems he and Leia have a long track record of
having the mood spoiled." Mara ran her fingers through Luke's hair.

"I don't think that happens all that much to us, does it?" mused Mara. At that
moment, there was a loud knock on the door.

"So much for that interlude," said Luke. He and Mara got up and went to the
door. It was Torve.

"We're all set, Skywalkers. Are you ready?"

After a moment of looking at each other, they both confirmed it. "Got the
lighter, Luke?" asked Mara mischievously.

"I don't know, Mara, maybe we should take the futon."