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Part 12
Descending from the belly of the Avarice, a Lambda-class
shuttle spread its wings and pivoted toward the looming shape of the Emperor’s
Death Star. Luke sat at the helm, guiding the ship to its destination. He felt
rather than saw Jade’s eyes on him and turned to meet her gaze.
“Your father would have been proud,” she said quietly.
Starlight flickered across her pale features, accenting the touch of a smile on
her lips. She was dressed in the long black robes she’d been wearing when he
first met her and a pale hand extended from within her sleeve to rest on his
arm.
Squeezing her hand lightly, he turned back to the
viewport. “I’ll have to take your word on that.”
Transmission codes were requested and Luke rattled them
off as she pointed silently to the hangar where they would dock. Jade was
shielding heavily and withdrew into herself even deeper when they crossed the
containment field and began their final descent.
“Is there a problem?” he asked, sensing her tension even
as he landed precisely on the marked hangar floor.
Pivoting in her seat, Jade faced him straight on. “Don’t
worry about me.” She leaned forward, cupping his face gently in her hands. “Focus.” Her eyes bore into his with startling intensity as
she brushed his cheeks and lips with her thumbs. “Focus.”
“You have trained me well, my Lady,” he breathed,
shivering at her cool touch. She kissed him, her lips brushing his with an
electric charge and then lingering on his mouth, reticent to disengage.
Pulling away, she stood and drew the voluminous black hood
over her head. “Let’s go.”
* * * * *
Through sleek, stark corridors, Luke followed her to a
spacious receiving chamber upon which a single throne sat atop a dais as the
only ornamentation. A lone, cloaked figure stood before an expansive transparisteel viewport. He did not acknowledge their
arrival immediately and Luke followed Jade’s lead, waiting in silence.
An ancient voice finally crackled from atop his perch. “How good of you to join me, Lady Jade.”
She bowed slowly at the waist. “It is always an honor, my
Master.”
“I trust you have had your fill of the young Jedi?” The
elder asked, drawing the words out in a grating inquiry.
Jade answered shortly, “He did not disappoint.”
The gnarled sovereign turned and speared Luke with a
benevolent, yellow stare. “You must pardon my apprentice, Skywalker. She does
so like to toy with her captives.” He parted his lips in a grin, revealing
blackened teeth. “A nasty habit, to be sure. I have
never been able to break her of it.”
In spite of his stooped frame and reliance on a cane, the
Emperor glided with fluid grace as he moved to his throne. Lowering himself
between the armrests, he smiled again, leaning forward to regard Luke closely.
“Ah yes,” he draped his arms along the sides of his
throne. “You do resemble your father. I believe you will fulfill the potential
that he, sadly, never reached.”
Luke stared back at the marred visage beneath the thick,
textured hood. The old face within was not entirely unkind in appearance and
Luke felt no animosity from him in the Force. In fact, he felt nothing at all
beyond a vague buzzing in the back of his mind.
Luke cleared his throat, finding his voice, “Potential
that my father did not reach because you killed him.”
The Emperor hissed between his teeth. “Where did you hear
such a lie, boy?”
Luke’s eyes flickered involuntarily to Jade, a reflex not
lost on the Emperor.
“I see,” the Dark Lord murmured, leaning back into the
recesses of his throne. “Surely you do not believe that anything she has told
you is the truth?”
Affording her a sideways glance, Luke saw only an
expressionless mask on his Lady’s face. “She has consistently kept her word to
me,” he said hesitantly.
“Ha!” The Emperor hacked in a brittle sounding laugh.
“Well done, Lady Jade! Well done, indeed. The boy is truly deluded by your
charms.”
Beside him, Jade continued to stare straight ahead, her
eyes never wavering from their cold focus. The buzzing in his mind had become a
slight pressure, though he could not pinpoint its source.
The Emperor leaned forward, riveting his eyes to Luke’s
and there was a glow behind them now - something sinister in their periphery.
“We shall continue the work that your father and I began. Together, we will
truly establish the rightful place of the Sith
and bring order to the galaxy.”
Luke shook his head, denying the elder’s proclamation and
attempting to clear his mind simultaneously. “I will not turn,
your highness. I am not here to join you.”
The yellow eyes beneath the hood narrowed. “Bravely spoken, Jedi. But I am surprised that my apprentice
has not persuaded you otherwise. Her methods are unconventional, but generally
effective.” His reptilian gaze flickered between the two of them. “Then why are
you here, boy?”
“My Lady commands it,” Luke answered simply.
“Your lady,” the grating voice repeated. He leaned
forward again and this time his sneer turned condescending. “Do you think she cares
for you, boy? Ah, Jade,” he clucked. “You have outdone yourself this time.” The
ancient voice cackled again, without a hint of mirth. “Pledge your affection to
my servant if you’d like, but you will never be more
than a pleasure slave to her, Skywalker.”
“Perhaps,” Luke answered with more assurance than he felt.
“Regardless, I will not join you.”
“What do you think you owe her, boy?” The Emperor’s
countenance turned hard, probing and the pressure in Luke’s head increased.
“She humiliated you. She tormented you for her own perverse entertainment,” he
bit out, his voice as callous as his recitation.
“That farce of a stage show with the ‘actors’? She planned
it. Every perverse ploy. She subjected you to the
cruelty of her minions and watched your disgrace with delight before conveniently
swooping in as your savior.”
Luke felt his face flush crimson under the sovereign’s knowing stare.
“Yes…” the Emperor snarled. “I know what happens aboard my
Lady’s flagship. That pretty little handmaiden of hers has been known to be a
most useful source of information, under the right circumstances.”
“Leave her alone,” Jade warned, eyes flashing at the
throne in defiance.
The elder deferred her hostility with a wave of his hand.
“Oh, she has nothing to fear from me,” his voice slithered. “Because
she knows her place.”
Luke could feel hatred beginning to billow beneath Mara’s
thoughts. A thousand curses raced through her mind, but only one of them
escaped her lips. “Bastard!”
They stared at each other and Luke sensed not the bond of
a Master and his Apprentice, but a latent mutual enmity smoldering in swirling
ebbs of the Force.
The Emperor straightened slowly, leaning back in his
throne with an accommodating sigh. “We must mind our manners, Jade. None of this
is a concern of our guest.”
Turning his attention away from the smoldering Lady, he
continued, brushing his fingers toward Luke nonchalantly. “You may keep her as
your mistress, if you so desire. And the child, of course.”
Child? Luke shook his head again in an attempt to clear the pressure.
Was he referring to Pet?
The thought had slipped out unshielded and the old Sith leaned forward, squinting not
at Luke, but at his Lady. “He does not know?”
Luke glanced over to Mara, but her eyes never wavered from
the throne.
“You surprise me, Jade.” The Emperor clicked black, jagged
fingernails against the armrest. “I would have thought that you would be more
than eager to inform my new apprentice that he has fathered the next generation
of Sith.”
Flaming eyes glared triumphantly at Luke from the throne
as the implication of his words slowly bore into his chest.
Fathered the next generation of Sith
Luke turned again to Mara and this time, she met his gaze
steadily. “Is it true?” he whispered shakily.
She did not answer but took his hand and placed it over
her abdomen. He felt it then, a tiny presence pulsing with life. Only then did
he realize that he’d sensed it once before…a lesser light in the Force.
“Mara -” his voice faltered. The buzzing in his head
escalated to a low roar as a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
“Focus,” she admonished him, digging her
fingernails into his wrist. The sting jolted him with clarity, diffusing some
of the pressure between his ears.
Releasing his hand, Mara closed her eyes, inhaling deeply
to center herself also.
“The Emperor is lying,” she declared. Green eyes blazing,
she addressed Luke in a tone loud enough to be heard by the sovereign. “He will
not allow our child to live. He will rip her from my womb…just as he destroyed
your brother.”
He stared at her, panting with the cadence of his pounding
pulse.
His brother.
A wave of realization then fury emanated from the throne,
crashing over him with the Emperor’s grating accusation, “Traitor!”
Mara turned from Luke to face the Emperor. Straightening
her shoulders, she met his wrath without flinching. Luke saw only her smirk of
defiance before his mind’s eye was assaulted again with the vision he’d had
before: the vision of Jade kneeling in a pool of blood.
Through her screams, he felt it this time – a puff of pain as the unborn life
was extinguished.
He staggered, willing himself back to the present.
The Emperor was standing now, glaring down maliciously at
wayward apprentice. “…gullible enough to share in Vader’s treason?”
“I served you blindly, my Master,” she spat. “Your
reign is a blight upon this galaxy. Lord Vader knew it
and put into motion plans for your demise. Even now, from the Force, he will
watch as your depravity comes to an end.”
The Emperor sneered in open hatred. “You will die for
this,” he growled.
Lady Jade’s red blade hissed to life, piercing the fog
that clouded Luke’s mind. She stood tall, as strong and commanding as he had
ever seen her, and he knew the time had come. Igniting his own saber, he took
his place at her side.
She smiled at him, even as she addressed her former
master, “Then you will have to kill us both.”
The distorted visage beneath the black hood went blank,
scrutinizing them in silent calculation. Gradually, the gnarled lips turned up
in scorn as his yellow eyes settled on Luke.
“She has played you for a fool, boy,” he hissed
maliciously. Dark power beyond anything he’d felt before began to encroach upon
his soul. “She cannot defeat me, so she secured your allegiance with your own
blood. For you, my noble young Jedi, would never allow
harm to come to the mother of your misbegotten child.”
Luke reeled at the insidious assault. It’s not possible,
he thought furiously. That’s not how it had happened. She -
His breathing was labored as even the very air surrounding
him felt thick with evil intent. “Mara?” he asked desperately, pivoting to face
her.
But she did not acknowledge him. Her attention was
consumed by the Emperor’s vile accusations. Even as Luke watched, the green of
her eyes began to glow a sickly yellow.
Numbly, Luke listened to the degrading diatribe continuing
from the throne. “And my pitiful Lady, will never be anything but a treacherous
whore!”
Time seemed to move in slow-motion when the attack came,
just as Mara had told him it would. With a sinister sneer, the aged Sith Lord pointed deadly hands at his apprentice. Mara did
not flinch, but caught the blue bolts of lethal energy on her blade. Her hair
swirled around her face, blown wild by the wind of Force lightning.
Abruptly, the attack stopped. “Strike her down, boy!” the
Emperor called over the residual noise. “You cannot hear her thoughts as I
can.” With a flick of his finger, Mara’s head snapped up to face him and he
peered hard into her eyes before releasing her with a somber expression. “I can
assure you that she has no intention of carrying your child to term.”
“Don’t believe him, Luke,” Mara commanded, sparing him a
glance for the first time since this hellish game had begun.
“Why didn’t she tell you about the child?” the Emperor
countered. “She will terminate it when she is finished with you. Just as she destroyed your father -”
“Liar!” Mara attacked, swinging her blade in an upward arc, she
charged toward the dais only to be halted by another volley of lightning.
Luke stood paralyzed. Defeated.
He had sworn his loyalty to a Sith and for what? It had been so easy to believe her
aboard the Avarice. Easy to believe that that the Emperor himself had
sent assailants against him. Easy to believe that Pet’s farewell that evening
had been innocent. Easy to believe that Mara shared his
feelings when she smiled up at him as he made love to her.
Mara’s voice cut into his thoughts: Trust me, Luke.
Luke felt the tremendous effort it took for Mara to split
her concentration long enough to send the pleading appeal.
The Dark Side was palpable – pounding in his head and
sucking the air out of his lungs.
Focus!
Closing his eyes, he reached deep within, drawing on the
wellspring of the living Force. The warm light filled him, pushing oppressive
darkness from his soul. It grounded him, guided him, and gave him purpose.
And he knew what he had to do. Even if everything the
Emperor said was true, he would fight to the death, if need be, for the
innocent life floating helplessly in Mara’s womb.
Lady Jade had won.
Resigned, Luke lofted his green blade and ascended the
stairs to the throne.
(to be continued…)
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