Date: Mon, 19 Feb 1996 00:35:30 -0500
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Subject: [fluff] The wedding, part two
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(where we left off, we left our hero, Luke Skywalker, sitting nervously in his
quarters, pondering his imminent marriage to the woman who once wanted him dead. 
If anyone happens to want their favorite character on the guest list, please
email me at connorbd@cleo.bc.edu with permission and fifty words or less on why
Luke or Mara might have invited you.)

"Han, I have to ask you something." 

"Go ahead, kid," responded Han.

"When you met Leia, did you know you two would eventually get married? I mean,
by the time we got to Bakura everyone knew, but did you know at the beginning?"

"Between you and me, Luke, I think I knew all the time. Though I think it was
something I wasn't especially willing to accept at times." Han paused. "Surely
you're not telling me you felt that way about Mara back when she was threatening
to leave you for the vornskrs on Myrkr."

"No, not then. I think it was after we landed on Coruscant for the second time
and began rebuilding. You didn't see much of her, but I did. She was a wreck;
I've never felt such emotional scarring as I did in her when the Emperor
returned. I think it was helping her through that that began to build up the
relationship."

Luke was at this point hunting through his closet, looking for an appropriate
tunic for the occasion. "I'm telling you, kid, lose the 'stache," Han
admonished.

"Thanks, Han, I'll keep it in mind," came Luke's muffled voice from the closet. 

"Luke, I gotta go. Leia and the kids wanted to go grab something to eat at
Corrzenville." Corrzenville was the only town worthy of the name on Yavin 4; it
had a population of about a thousand and was where most of the Jedi students
went for something interesting to do.

"Have fun. Back tonight, I hope?" responded Luke as he poked his head out of the
closet.

"What, you afraid I'll miss the parties?" said Han with that lopsided grin of
his.

------

Mara had arrived late the previous night. She'd turned the Jade's Fire over to
Fynn Torve and that new Calamari navigator Tralkpha she'd just hired; she had
some reservations about it, as she'd been dimly aware of a steady stream of
communications from Coruscant over the past month as she and Luke had planned
the wedding details. Most of the hardcopy she'd seen had borne the official seal
of Rogue Wing, an indication that Luke's maniac pilot friends were in on it as
well. She now sat quietly on a park bench near the temple, on the edge of the
temple's artificially-enhanced gravity field.

The moon's 20-day nightcycle would begin in about three days; they'd agreed to
time the wedding day to moonset. Mara idly wondered what part of the orbit Yavin
4 had been in when the Death Star attack began; Luke had once said the trip from
Alderaan to Yavin had taken roughly three days going flat out. Suddenly, Mara
was startled by a voice behind her.

(to be continued...)
/Coach