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Part 13
A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! They are truly appreciated. =)
And a very special thanks to DMS for all her helpful
feedback on this chapter and for looking it over for me. *grin*
Chapter warning: graphic content, violence
Bolts of Force lightning bounced off
Mara’s blade, scorching burn marks into the walls and ceiling as Luke
approached the throne. She began to circle the Emperor slowly, rotating until
her opponent was within striking distance for Luke.
Luke moved in from the side, intending to strike the Sith Lord while his attention was on Mara, but the Emperor
broke off his attack and spun around to face the Jedi. To Luke’s surprise, a lightsaber hilt dropped from the Emperor’s sleeve in a blur
of metal and his saber met a crimson blade in a flash of white.
He would never have believed the ancient sovereign capable
of the speed and agility that confronted him now. Blow for blow, the Emperor
met his green blade, edging Luke backwards toward the wall of transparisteel.
Shrugging off her cloak, Mara joined Luke on the offensive
and, amazingly, the elderly Sith
held them both at bay. Striking and lunging with leaps and parries, the Emperor
drove them both to the edge of the dais. Mara reached the stairs first and
faltered, barely catching herself as her foot slipped on the top step.
The Emperor saw the chink in her defense and released one
hand to blast her with lightning while still holding his saber against Luke.
Mara’s sword went spinning from her grasp and she held up her hands to fend off
the lethal rays. Most of them bounced off her palms, but a few got past,
striking her and driving her further down the stairs.
Palpatine sneered down at her. “Your scheme has failed, my Lady.
You and your bastard offspring will die!”
She did not answer, but glared up at him, focusing her
energy on defense. A bolt of lightning slipped through her fingers, piercing
her midsection, and Luke felt a flash of pain, and fear.
Maneuvering to her side, Luke pushed the Emperor’s blade
away with a grunt of effort, stepping in front of her to catch the assault of
Force energy on his own saber. Unfortunately, that freed the Emperor’s saber
arm and he swung it toward Luke’s neck in a deadly arc.
Luke’s danger sense screamed and he let the Force guide
his blade sideways, slicing through the Emperor’s arm to send the lightsaber and attached hand clattering across the floor.
No longer protected from the lightning, however, Luke
caught it full in the chest and reeled backwards, pinned against the wall.
Unbelievably, the Emperor did not seem to notice his missing hand, and
continued to pummel Luke with volleys of searing hatred.
“Bravely done, young Jedi,” the dark lord taunted, briefly
breaking off his attack. “But you are no match for the Sith!” With a demented cackle, he raised his hand and
a blinding ball of dark power gathered at his fingertips.
Luke’s saber had been knocked down the stairs and there
was no time to retrieve it; but Mara had prepared him for this. Focusing his
concentration, he centered deflective energy into his palms and raised them
defensively, blocking the blast of noxious rays. The Emperor’s assault was
considerably stronger than Mara’s lightning attack, but he drew heavily on the
Force and stood firm.
In his peripheral vision, he saw that Mara had reclaimed
her saber and was ascending the stairs toward them. Half-blinded by blue light,
he saw only a blur of red before the barrage stopped and when he looked up, the
Emperor was staggering backwards, stumps of both arms hanging uselessly at his
side.
Luke exhaled in relief but Mara moved past him, eyes
blazing yellow with murderous intent. Before Luke could stop her, she swept
forward, slicing through the Emperor’s legs at the knees. The
Sith screamed, landing in a mutilated heap on
his back, and still Mara stalked forward.
Towering over him, she slammed her booted foot into the
middle of his chest, cracking ribs and causing blood to spew from his mouth.
“I should leave you like this,” she growled. “Or perhaps I
should encase you in a walking tomb with needles sticking in your face, pumping
you full of drugs to keep you alive in misery.”
Luke stared in horror. “Don’t, Mara. It’s over.”
Barely glancing over her shoulder to acknowledge him, she
kicked the Emperor, kneeling down to plant her knee into his already-damaged
torso. “Stop…” he gasped through punctured lungs.
“Or maybe I should tell Luke how you killed his father?
How you ripped his mechanical limbs from his body and disconnected his respirator,
leaving him in suffocating agony. How you pumped his veins full of stimulants
to keep his heart beating even when his oxygen-deprived lungs could no longer
generate enough breath to cry out in pain. Perhaps Luke would like to do the
honor of taking revenge?”
Luke looked away, fighting down a wave of nausea. “Mara,
please.”
“Ah, my devout Jedi, idealistic to the last,” she shook
her head. “You have never suffered at the behest of this man.”
Tossing her saber aside, she drew a vibroblade
from her belt. With practiced speed and precision, she slit the Emperor’s
throat, not completely, but enough to leave a gaping hole in his windpipe.
The gurgling sound of labored breathing that resulted was
worse than any respirator or death rattle Luke had ever heard. The Emperor’s
yellow eyes grew wide and he attempted a strangled plea.
Leaning down, Mara grasped the Emperor by the few strands
of white hair left on his head, forcing him to look her in the eye. “No,” she
hissed. “The pleasure of destroying you will be mine.”
Rising slowly to her feet, she positioned the heel of one
boot over the Emperor’s bleeding neck. “And no one will ever be forced to bow
to you again,” she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. “You sick and
twisted fuck!”
With that, she drove her heel into his neck, crushing his
trachea with a sickening crunch. The grotesque form stilled beneath her and
Mara staggered backwards. Luke caught her, holding her steady as they stared
down at their victory.
For a long time, they did not speak. Luke averted his gaze
from the corpse on the floor and, eventually, Mara raised her eyes to the stars
beyond the transparisteel wall.
“You will not regret what we’ve done, Luke,” she said
quietly.
Luke released her, putting a deliberate distance between
them. After all that had happened, only one thing burned in the forefront of
his mind. “Why didn’t you tell me about the baby?”
Mara turned around slowly. The yellow glow was already
receding from her eyes as she trained them carefully on Luke. “There was no
need for you to know yet.”
“No need for me to know,” he repeated, his voice growing
cold. “You’re pregnant with my child and I didn’t need to know?”
“I said ‘yet’. I had planned to tell you when our mission
here was accomplished. You must understand-”
She reached for his arm, but he pushed her away, turning
instead to the stars flashing beyond the viewport. Planting a hand against the
cool wall, he steadied himself, fighting to tamp down the anger and doubt that
the Sith Lord had planted.
“Tell me it’s not true,” he demanded hoarsely. “That you
don’t plan to terminate…” His throat constricted and he couldn’t continue.
Shock radiated from Mara through the Force, followed by a
fierce defensiveness toward the tiny light glowing within her. He heard her
take a deliberate, calming breath. “Luke, look at me.”
He did not move, but turned his head to the side, granting
her all the attention he would afford.
“You cannot believe anything Palpatine
said. He twisted truth and lies to seduce you -”
“Enough!” Luke whirled around. Closing the distance
between them, he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. “Enough
about him. I’m talking about us and this life we’ve created. Why
did you hide it?”
She met his desperate gaze evenly, unflinching beneath his
bruising fingertips. “I swear,” she whispered fiercely. “This baby was not
conceived to coerce you. I should not have conceived her at all. The
physician said I would never have children after – what happened.” Her eyes
drifted to the foot of the throne where he had seen her kneeling and bleeding
in his vision. “I hid her from you to hide her from him.”
“Guess that didn’t work too well, did it?” Luke asked
dryly.
Mara shrugged out of his grasp as if shaking away the
ghosts of the past. Shooting him a hard look, she started down the stairs. “He
burned pathways into my head when I was a very small child. And you wouldn’t
have been able to shield any better. You keep your thoughts too close to the
surface.”
Reaching a control panel at the foot of the steps, Mara
opened it and tapped several keys in rapid succession. A door to the side of
the dais swished open and an incinerator droid swept forward, disposing of the
Emperor’s remains until all that was left was his lightsaber.
“Get rid of that, too,” Mara instructed and the droid
complied, sweeping the cylinder into its refuse bin before gliding out of the
room.
“That’s convenient,” Luke remarked.
Mara glanced up. “He made a lot of messes in here.”
He nodded slowly, reticent to imagine what kinds of
‘messes’ the Emperor would have made during his reign. Swallowing hard, he
steeled himself for the next query.
“What about Pet? Was she an informant, like he claimed?”
“No.” Mara shook her head definitively. “I trust her with
my very life. She would have told me if he had interrogated her. Unless, of course, he erased the memory.”
Luke frowned. “What do you mean, ‘erased the memory’?
Could he do that?”
Her boots clicked softly as she climbed the stairs to
stand level with him. “Of course he could. So could you, if you wanted to. It’s
not hard. A Dark technique, to be sure, but not complicated.”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“You probably wouldn’t,” she answered. “Only dishonest men
need to hide their actions. Personally, I prefer my dealings to be very
memorable.”
Luke couldn’t help but smile at the glint of dual meaning
in her eyes. Her features had softened into the quiet affection he’d grown
accustomed to seeing in her presence and he felt his anger fading into a calm
resolve.
Glancing down, he reached tentatively for her abdomen.
“May I?”
“Of course.” She moved forward, leaning into his touch as
he rested his hand lightly over her womb.
He closed his eyes and slid his other arm around her
waist, pulling her to him until they were touching. Immersing himself in the
essence of the Force, he centered on the growing bundle of cells, too early
even to discern a heartbeat, but pulsing with life nonetheless.
“You’re already sure it’s a girl?” he breathed in wonder.
Mara nodded, her disheveled hair brushing his cheek.
“Yes.”
A daughter. His daughter.
Even as the oppression of the Empire had just been lifted
from his shoulders, he felt a new weight descending - a primal protectiveness
that filled his soul with pride and trepidation.
Disengaging from Mara, he stepped back and straightened
his stance, wordlessly commanding her attention. “All right,” he said firmly.
“We completed our mission here. I did what you wanted me to do, and now it’s my
turn to make stipulations.”
Her eyebrows arched in surprise, but she listened
attentively.
“You have to take care of yourself. No drugs, no potions,
no lotions – nothing toxic that could harm the baby.”
Mara cocked her head to one side. “Have you ever seen me
take drugs?”
Luke pursed his lips. “You know what I mean. And I don’t
want you or the baby exposed to anyone…else. For health
reasons. So no other sexual partners -”
“Not even Pet?”
His first instinct was to demand exclusivity, but the look
on her face told him that she would not capitulate easily here.
“Fine,” he sighed. “Only Pet. And
she is off-limits to everyone else.”
“Except you.”
Luke opened his mouth, then
closed it again. His relationship with Pet was confusing, at best. He certainly
did not object to her company, but he’d never imagined that it would be a
regular occurrence. Mara, however, seemed set in that
declaration, so he let it be.
Moving past her, he walked slowly to the center of the
dais, gathering his thoughts for his final requirement. “And, I know this is in
the future, but I don’t want you training her in dark side techniques.”
Mara crossed her arms slowly in consideration. He sensed a
myriad of retorts running through her mind before she finally answered. “Granted. But!” She raised a single
finger. “No asinine Jedi dogma either. If you start telling her not to form
attachments or to bypass basic human needs and emotions -”
“I won’t!” he raised his hands defensively. “I’m not
exactly the poster boy for Old Republic Jedi, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
A bemused expression crossed Mara’s face and she covered
her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh as she crossed the dais, joining him
in front of the throne. “Oh, I noticed,” she grinned, running her hand through
his hair. “I noticed. And you’re charming when you’re overprotective.”
Luke gazed at her, wishing for a moment that they could be
what they had been on the Avarice, a world unto themselves before
politics and government became involved. And now there was a child to consider.
“I guess,” he started quietly, “that we should also
discuss custody at some point. I want to be fully involved as her father.”
Mara looked taken aback. “Custody?”
He watched her face fall with the implication of his words. “So you are
declining my offer.”
And now Luke was confused. “Offer?”
Mara smiled. Resting her hands lightly on his shoulders,
she lowered him backwards into the Emperor’s throne. “To be
my prince, of course.”
Luke blinked as she settled herself astride his lap. “We
agreed that I could leave.”
Leaning forward, she took his face in her hands. Her eyes
bore into his and her breath was hot on his cheek. “And so you can. But I hoped
that you would return. When order is restored, I want you beside me.”
She pressed her lips to his and he met their familiar
softness, drinking in her warmth and taste. Deepening the kiss, she moved her
hands seductively down his chest.
Luke grasped the armrests of the throne, feeling a shiver
run through him. An old evil seemed to have permeated the very seat which they
now occupied and he broke away abruptly. “Not here.” He shook his head. “Not
like this.”
Pulling her into his embrace, he held her tightly against
his chest and pressed his lips to the top of her head. Kissing her gently, he
spoke softly into her hair, “I need to go home now.”
(to be continued…)
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