In The Pink | By : AgiVega Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 6088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author's note: this is an AU fic, I wrote it before Luke and
Mara got together in Tim Zahn's Vision of the future. So this fic is very
old, and my writing style used to be not exactlfinefined back all those
years ago. Recently I re-wrote it a bit, I hope it's okay this way. Btw,
my native language isn't English, so there might be some grammar mistakes.
In the pink
Chapter 1
“We are coming out of hyperspace,” Luke said calmly. Mara nodded and
sat down into the pilot’s chair. She checked the coordinates once more
and stated that everything was all right. They will arrive at their destination
in five minutes.
Soon the blurry lights of hyperspace disappeared to be replaced by the
image of a medium-sized, violet planet in front of the infinite curtain
of black velvet sky that was sprinkled with small diamonds of twinkling
stars.
Astera. The planet seemed to be a special and precious gem among the
cluster of smaller grey and brown globes surrounding it. While on its sister-planets
there was no life at all, Astera was teeming with life. Its continents
had an unaccustomed colour of pink and lilac. These colours were attributed
to the high ore concentration of the soil. The half of the planet’s surface
was covered by oceans, which – however strange it may sound – also had
a lavender shade.
All trees, bushes, and all blades of grass on Astera had an orange-pinkish
hue. To the average visitors the whole planet seemed to be somehow unnatural,
but not to Luke Skywalker. He was a Jedi Knight, a Master indeed, and through
the Force he felt that the planet was very alive. In fact, he hadn’t felt
anything that alive since Yavin 4.
“Don’t tell me that you like this place,” Mara said feeling his thoughts.
“This thing exactly looks like a dream-world of a five year old little
girl. All that pink! Yuck!”
“You shouldn’t form opinion of anything that you don’t know well enough,”
Luke scolded her in a gentle tone.
The woman shrugged. “I don’t care what you think, but this place gives
me the creeps.”
“Even if it does, you mustn’t show it, Mara,” the Jedi replied. “Don’t
forget that we have a purpose coming here. We have to make a good impression
on the people or they won’t converse with us.”
“I’m not that concerned about this whole thing,” Mara declared. “We
just have to make them sign that treaty and leave this damned planet. The
sooner the better.”
ordiording to Leia they won’t be that easy to convince... They are very
mysterious folks... That’s why we know that little about them. When I started
to make all all investigation about the inhabitants’ customs, I barely
found anything.”
“I don’t really understand why the New Republic wants this forsaken
ball to become a member. Not even the Empire was interested in this pink...
oh, never mind.”
Suddenly a voice came over the comm-unit. “Unknown ship, identify yourself!”
“This is the Jade’s Fire reqing ing landing-permit,” Mara replied.
“Jade’s Fire, you are permitted to land on platform 65.”
“Thank you. Jade’s Fire out.”
* * * * *
As they approached Scella, the capital of Astera, Mara started to change
her opinion about the planet. To the worse. It was nott ant annoying, but
simply terrible: pink and purple houses with high and twisted spires as
far as the eye could reach, decorated with hanging gardens of blood-red
and magenta roses. Not to mention the marble fountains with bluish-violet
water cascading down to extra large pools which were covered with peach-coloured
lilies.
“Don’t tell me that you still like it,” Mara muttered turning
to her co-pilot.
“The citizens have a bit strange taste, that’s all. But in my opinion
this place is very interesting. I’ve never seen anything like that before.”
“I bet you haven’t,” the woman answered, gently putting her ship down
on platform 65.
“Look, Mara, the governor has sent a welcoming committee to meet us.”
Luke stated as they got out of the ship.
“All of them dressed in lilac! I’ll never get used to this!” Mara sighed.
“Take it easy, they seem pretty friendly,” the man replied with a smile.
Soon the little group of four people approached the newcomers. One of
them – who wore the most intricate embroidery of magenta flowers on his
robe – greeted the two Jedi with a polite smile.
“Ambassadors, my name is Rayen Wal. I am the Governor’s Hand. It is
an honour for me and for the people of Astera to be able to welcome you
on our little planet. We hope you will have a wonderful time here. We will
surely do everything to make your stay enjoyable.”
“Thank you, Mr. Wal,” Luke answered and shook Rayen’s outstretched hand.
“Let me introduce ourselves. My name is Luke Skywalker, and my companion
is Mara Jade.”
“Pleased to meet you, madam.” The man smiled, kissing Mara’s hand. “You’ve
got a pretty wife, Mr. Skywalker. I’m just curious why she doesn’t use
your name. Or does she?”
“Oh, no, Mr. Wal, Mara is not my wife. We are friends.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Skywalker. You just seemed to be such a nice couple.”
I told you that I didn’t like this place, didn’t I? Mara sent
Luke.
But Mara, everyone can make mistakes. Don’t take it to your heart.
I won’t.
“Then you left your wife at home, I presume?” the Governor’s Hand asked.
“No, Mr. Wal. I’m not married,” Luke replied, dismissing the sudden
pang of pain caused by the fact that he didn’t have a partner of life.
Since Callista left him a year ago, he couldn’t bring himself to look for
a possible mate. He wanted no one other than her.
“But, Mr. Skywalker, may I ask how old you are?” the other man said,
sounding surprised.
“I’m 32,” Luke answered, not really understanding why his age was so
important.
“What? Thirty two and not married yet?” Rayen became pale. “Sorry, sir,
but in this case you cannot stay here.”
“What do you mean?” Luke raised an eyebrow at the other man.
“On Astera we have a law, according to which a man has to get married
before he reaches the age of 30. If he does not, he will be sent to the
spice mines of Kessel for the rest of his life. We have another law regarding
women who reach the age of 29 without having got married. But they won’
be sent to Kessel. They’ll be executed.”
“Now wait a minute... I’ve not come here to be sent to Kessel because
of some silly local-law!” Luke responded beginning to agree with Mara’s
opinion about this place.
“Then you have only two chances, Mr. Skywalker,” Wal said.
“And those are...?”
“You either leave our planet in this very minute, or you get married
within an hour.”
Sith! Luke cursed. That’s what happens when you find no files
on a planet... Had I known this, I would have told Leia to send someone
else... Oh, well, I have brought this upon myself, so I have to come up
with a solution... But what?
“Which one do you choose, Mr. Skywalker?” Wal interrupted Luke’s thoughts.
“I don’t want to leave the planet yet, sir,” the young Jedi answered.
“I have a political mission to complete here. But I don’t see any chances
to get married... I don’t know anyone with whom...”
“Then marry me,” Mara cut in.
“What?” the Jedi asked totally dumbfounded.
I can’t think of any other possibility, farm boy. You don’t want
to mine spice for the rest of your life, do you? And of course I don’t
want to be executed when they find out that I’m 30, and have no husband.
We’ll get married today and divorce as soon as we leave this damned planet.
“Okay,” Luke replied hastily.
“Wonderful!” Wal commented cheerfully. “I’ll escort you to the chapel,
then show you your accommodation.”
* * * * *
The chapel had a pastel shade of light pink, almost white. To Mara’s
greatest satisfaction, the little building had no rose-decorations or any
paintings on the walls. It was modest, and she had to admit that it was
very nice. Not that she had ever imagined herself getting married in such
a pretty chapel... in fact she had never imagined herself getting married.
It was something that only average women dreamed of, but not the Emperor’s
Hand.
Still, she was here now in a small room adjacent to the hall of the
chapel, letting some maidens help her dress into a white, silk, pearl-embroidered
wedding gown. At least they don’t get married in pink! she sighed
and shook her head in disgust. This was not what she had bargained for
when she agreed to come along with Luke for this crazy mission. At first
this mission didn’t seem to be crazy at all, but now Mara started to feel
worse and worse about it by every passing minute. Who would have thought
that I’ll be the farm boy’s wife once... even if just for one week or two...
“Miss, please don’t move your head,” one of the maidens asked her. “I
have to fix your veil.”
“Oh, sorry. I’ll stay put, I promise. Just carry on...” Mara answered
and let the girls do with her whatever they wanted.
* * * * *
Ten minutes later the organ began to play a solemn melody as Mara entered
the chapel carrying a bouquet of white roses.
Luke slowly turned around and was totally taken aback by the view of
the ex-Emperor’s Hand walking down the aisle. Wow, Mara, you look great!
he sent to her.
Don’t start getting smart with me, farm boy. Let’s get this over
with and forget the whole ridiculous ceremony, shall we?
All right. And Mara, how can I ever thank you for this?
I’ll think of something, okay? she replied through the Force.
Soon the ceremony began.
“Do you, Luke Skywalker want this woman to be your wife? Do you promise
to love her and protect her as long as you live?” the priest asked.
Luke heaved a deep sigh, dismissing the picture of Callista from his
mind, and replied: “Yes, I do.”
“And do you, Mara Jade want this man to be your husband? Do you promise
to love him and be faithful to him as long as you live?”
Damn, I’m going to regret this. Mara gritted her teeth. “Okay,
I do.”
“Then I pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest gave them a huge
smile. “You may kiss your bride.” He added with a wink.
Sorry, Mara, I have to do this, Luke sent her.
I know, I know. Do it quickly, farm boy, she sent back.
Luke gently lifted her veil. As his lips descended on hers, Mara felt
a strange tingle on her mouth... and on other parts of her body as well.
She hastily drew back and hoped beyond hope that Luke didn’t sense her
discomfort.
When they exited the chapel, Rayen Wal came to them and escorted them
to a big, comfortable air-speeder.
“This speeder will carry you to your accommodation, Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker,”
Rayen said. He didn’t notice Mara’s disgusted grimace when he uttered ‘Mrs.
Skywalker’.
The new couple got into the vehicle, and in half an hour they reached
their destination, the Grand Hotel of Scella City.
* * * * *
The hotel was enormous, with a large fountain in the middle of its park.
The building itself was dark mauve, with a dozen of purple flags floating
on its roof. All the corridors and stairs were covered by soft, crimson
carpets and all the chandeliers were made of the purest mountain crystal.
“This will be your apartment, ambassadors,” the boy told them, then
left.
The apartment was big enough to house the whole Rogue-squadron with
all the X-wings, and of course it was just as elegant as the whole city.
“Um, nice,” Luke stated admiringly as he stepped out onto the balcony.
For a couple of minutes he felt totally at peace. The balcony looked over
the beautiful park. The young Jedi enjoyed watching the cascading water
of the fountain and listened to the chirping of the birds. He really felt
at peace.
Suddenly this bubble of peace was broken by Mara’s infuriated voice.
“There’s only one bed!”
Luke went back into the living room then entered the bedroom, seeing
Mara standing next to a huge double bed. “I don’t know what you expected...”
He shrugged. “...but they regard us as a married couple. Of course we got
a room with a double bed.”
“So it’s so natural for you, farm boy?” The woman fumed. “Well, for
me it isn’t.”
“Okay, okay, Mara. I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room.”
“Do whatever you want to,” Mara retorted and turned her back on Luke.
“I told you what a silly idea it was to come here...”
She turned around to face him. “And I’m not only talking about that
idiotic law of theirs, or not even about those terrible colours ruling
the whole planet...”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“I’m telling you that I don’t like this whole thing... for example their
behaviour... it’s somehow too polite... suspiciously polite!”
“Mara, you are imagining things,” Luke replied. “Had they wanted to
hurt us, they would have done so already. I think they sympathise with
us.”
“With you, you mean,” the woman rectified his words, starting to pull
the clips out of her gorgeous red-gold hair. She quickly got rid of her
veil and threw it into one corner disgustedly. “I just don’t know why I’m
doing this for you. Today I made a complete fool of myself wearing this
pure white dress and that damned veil with those crazy lilies on it. And
do you remember the priest’s words? You had to vow that you’d love me and
protect me... I’d shoot myself right away if I needed protection! And then
I had to vow that I would love you and be faithful to you! Do you
get it? You didn’t even have to vow to be faithful! And they don’t kill
their men who break that stupid law, but they gladly execute the women!
Those mean, spineless, male-chauvinist sons of a Sith! What the hell do
they think of themselves? This whole thing turns my stomach... Maybe a
nice hot bath will help me get better. I’m going into the refresher. Don’t
disturb me for an hour... or rather... don’t disturb me the whole afternoon.
I just cannot stand seeing you now, ‘hubby’!”
“Wait, Mara... believe me, things aren’t as bad as they seem to be!”
Luke made a futile attempt to calm her down. “At least we have a chance
to get to know each other much better while we are staying here... and
that’s a good thing… Remember the saying: every cloud has a silver lining.”
“A pink lining, you mean,” Mara snarled at him and slammed the door
of the refresher behind her.
* * * * *
The afternoon passed quickly and the triplet-suns of Astera dived behind
the horizon, painting the normally light-pink sky in a much deeper pinkish-magenta
hue. Good that Mara doesn’t see this. Luke smiled, then went to
the bathroom and knocked on the door. “Mara, don’t you think it is time
for you to come out? I also would like to take a shower.”
“Of course, farm bo’m r’m ready,” the woman replied and exited the refresher
dressed in a tangerine bathrobe.
Luke cast a cursory glance at her well-shaped legs that were not covered
by the robe.
“Don’t ever size me up like that if you value your life,” Mara told
him calmly.
Women! Why are they always imagining things? The Jedi shook his
head in disapproval and confusion. Tatooine sand would sooner become popular
at the Coruscant Commodity Exchange, than he would understand the fair
sex.
* * * * *
Luke quickly took a shower and started to dry himself when there was
a knock on the door.
“May I come in? I forgot my comb here,” Mara’s voice came over the shut
door.
“Okay, come in,” Luke answered. Mara entered the bathroom and remained
rooted to the spot when she saw the man standing in front of the mirror.
Luke wore only a towel around his waist, and his dripping hair was totally
tousled. Some drops of water fell from his locks onto his bare chest, coursing
down into the towel on his waist. He looked absolutely gorgeous.
“Is this the comb you were looking for?” Luke asked, handing her the
small object, not even noticing her puzzled stare.
“Uh, yeah. Thanks,” she mumbled and almost ripped the comb out of Luke’s
hand. Then she turned around and ran into the bedroom.
What in the galaxy got into her? Luke thought. Women are just
so difficult to understand!
* * * * *
Mara dropped herself on the bed and pulled the covers over her head.
She tried to breath slowly, but obviously couldn’t. What the hell are
you doing, Jade? she asked herself. That was Luke, the boorish farm
boy from Tatooine! Then why were you gaping at him as if you wanted to
devour him with your eyes? Sithspit! Behave, girl! He mustn’t get to know
what you felt when you saw him almost nude... or when he kissed you in
the chapel... She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to think of
him.
A/N: more to come. Please review!
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