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Bonds	By : EyesofFireandIce Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Mara woke, a sense so familiar and yet long forgotten running through her. She sat in bed, still half asleep, confusion washing over her. It should not be possible... and yet... carefully sliding from the bed so as not to wake her husband, Mara made her way to the balcony and carefully stretched out an experimental tendril in the Force.
"So you remember, Mara Jade," a very familiar voice spoke in her head.
She gripped the railing as the truth hit her. He was alive!
"Master!" she gasped mentally. "How is it possible? You are dead. You've been dead for years. This can't be you!" her thoughts flowed at him in a rush.
"Come now, my dear, have you so little faith in me? Did you really think those pathetic Rebels could fully destroy me?" Palpatine asked, his tone filled with mock hurt.
Bowing her head and falling into old patterns on instinct, Mara responded. "I didn't want to believe it possible... but I felt... you vanished in the Force. I could no longer sense you at all."
"If a simple lizard can cloak its presence, why would you doubt my ability to do so? I hid myself from the Jedi for decades before I came to power," Palpatine explained and Mara considered it made sense... so much so that she wondered why she had never considered the possibility.
"Forgive me for doubting you," she said, and felt a flicker of rage from him before he subdued it.
"Doubting me is the least of what you have done. Do you not now share a bed and name with the very man I commanded you to kill? A Jedi? The Rebel who destroyed so much of the Empire you claim to have loved? You have failed me utterly," Palpatine said and Mara winced. She knew it was true.
"I was lost, Master. I didn't know what to do without you. Your Empire turned on me. I did what I needed to survive. If I had known..." Mara trailed off, sensing a subtle shift in his mood.
"I suppose you did as I trained you to do - stay alive. In the most incompetent of ways, but perhaps I can forgive it," Palpatine said.
"Where are you, Master?" Mara asked. "I can sense you are close, but I can't find you."
"How can I be sure of your loyalties... that you will not betray me to your husband?" Palpatine asked, disgust in his tone.
"Search my sense... my intent. I hide nothing from you, Master," Mara said, opening her Force sense fully to him.
"I suppose it matters little. I could easily crush you both if you choose to betray me… again," Palpatine responded, a note of warning in his voice.
"I won't betray you, Master," Mara promised.
"We shall see," he said noncommittally. "I shall send you coordinates. Meet me at them in three standard days. We will speak more then," Palpatine told her before his presence faded from her mind. Moments later Luke appeared behind her and gently touched her mind in the Force. Mara quickly shielded her reeling thoughts.
"Is something the matter, Mara?" Luke asked.
"No, just enjoying the view. I couldn't sleep and didn't want to bother you," she replied. She felt the gentle Force probe, and made sure her emotions were carefully buried so he sensed nothing suspect.
"Oh," Luke said. "It is a lovely view, isn't it?" he asked, leaning on the railing beside her.
"Mm, yeah, it is," Mara agreed before falling into silence.
"You seem restless, Mara. Are you sure everything is ok?" Luke remarked, breaking the silence.
"I suppose I am. I'm not used to being tied to anything," she admitted. Thinking for a moment she added, "Maybe I just need to take the Sabre out for a few days, unwind. I did it sometimes with the Fire when I worked for Karrde. Just take off on my own for a few days and unwind." Turning to face her husband Mara asked, "You wouldn't mind, would you?"
Luke frowned slightly, but shrugged. "I don't like being away from you… but if it's what you need, then I'm ok with it."
Mara gave a smile and kissed Luke lightly.
"Thank you for understanding," she said. "We should probably get back to bed. I have meetings early; so do you. I'll need to figure out my schedule... when I can escape this kriffing bureaucracy you have dragged me into."
Luke laughed and ran a hand through his already tussled hair. "Valid point," he agreed, following his wife back to bed. A small part of his mind wondered why he couldn't shake the lingering bad feeling about this.

Midway through the meeting, Mara's data pad showed an incoming message on a very private and secure channel. She was certain she knew the contents of it and ignored it for the moment as she knew he would want, continuing with the meeting like nothing had happened. When the meeting finally let out, she made her way to the fresher where she could check and remove the message away from prying eyes. She was right. The system wasn't far from Coruscant. Perhaps half a standard day's trip, perhaps a little less. Mentally filing the location, she deleted the message. Soon she would travel there and confirm her Master was alive... and then... she would figure out her next step then.

Throwing the cover over the small headhunter she had landed, having left the Jade Sabre in orbit, not wanting to try to land such a large ship on such a heavily forested world, Mara stretched out in the Force, seeking a familiar presence. For a moment she felt nothing and panicked, but then slowly the presence she sought trickled into her mind. Not speaking, for there was no need for words just yet, she followed the presence to a cave hidden behind a waterfall deep in the jungle.

She wondered for a moment if she had got it wrong. This didn't seem like the lavish places her Master favored. Working her way in deeper, she realized her mistake. Hidden within the walls of the cave was a beautifully decorated room, designed to work with the natural curves in the rock. The floor was a smooth polished marble and exquisite rugs littered it. Artificial lights showcased the cave's natural crystals which refracted light around the cavern. At the far end, masked by shadow was a familiar shape: a throne.
Making her way closer, she dropped into a bow. "Master," she said by way of greeting.
The hooded form on the throne lifted his head to study her. As he did, she caught a glimpse of familiar glowing golden eyes... a predator's eyes. There could be no mistake. It was him.
"So you came, my former Hand," Palpatine remarked.
"Of course I came," Mara responded, confusion in her tone.
"For curiosity then you are here."
Mara shook her head. "It's not just that. I- I missed you, Master. You were my world… my everything. How could I not take this chance to once again be near you?"
"And yet you married a Jedi," Palpatine said. "I have doubts as to where your loyalties lie. As much as I would enjoy having my Hand back..."
"How can I prove myself?" Mara asked, and Palpatine considered for a moment.
"When I was Emperor, there was a woman who would do anything for me, be anything for me... suffer anything for me. You were too young then... but you know whom I refer to, I assume?" he asked and Mara nodded.
"Ysanne Isard."
"Correct. I wish you to show the same loyalty she showed me... the same... obedience. Can you do that, Mara Jade? Or did I fail with you?" he asked harshly.
"I can, Master."
"Then come with me," Palpatine said, guiding her deeper into a far less lavish section. Mara felt a flicker of unease course through her as they passed through a set of bars to where restraints waited. Mara gave him a questioning glance.
"Undress and kneel there," he commanded. His tone brooked no argument.
She trembled but did as she was told, shivering as the restraints were locked into place, pulling her wrists over her head. Focused on breathing in and out to steady her nerves, Mara was caught off guard as a sharp sting crossed her back.
"What-" she started to protest when the whip came down again, the pain of it halting her speech.
"I thought you could be obedient, my dear," Palpatine said with a falsely sweet tone. "I don't recall saying you could speak," he added as he brought the long black whip down on her exposed flesh again.
"Forgive me," Mara said between gnashed teeth.
"Not yet, my dear," Palpatine replied, smirking cruelly at her. "You will become quite well acquainted with my little toy before I am ready to consider forgiveness," he said. "Do you like it?" he mocked, bringing it down across her shoulders so hard the skin split open and bled down her back.
Mara gave a gasp but did not respond, so Palpatine continued speaking. "It is made from the tail of a vornskr. I discovered a way to keep the poisons in it after removal. Fascinating, isn't it?" he asked rhetorically as he struck her again. "But enough talk for now," he said before he truly let loose, striking her again and again until her blood covered the wall and soaked her red hair, staining the tips of her copper hair crimson. Tears streamed down Mara's face unbidden, but she remained silent as she had been ordered to be.

Finally the assault slowed, then stopped. Walking away into the shadows, Palpatine returned without the whip, but with something else which worried Mara: an ysalamir. Setting it near enough to her that she would be in its bubble, but not so close she could touch it, Palpatine left her alone.

She did not know how long it was before he returned. It felt like days, but Mara suspected it was probably only hours. When Palpatine returned he brought with him bacta patches and disinfectant. She sat silent and obedient as he moved towards her and began treating her injuries, and removed the ysalamir, allowing her to call on the Force to speed healing. Unlocking the chains, he helped her stand and guided her towards what she realized was his bedchamber. Though he looked frail, she felt far weaker as her legs buckled under her.

He paused in the center of the room and observed her kneeling weakly before him, still faint from blood loss. "Get up," he commanded.

Mara tried but she felt as weak as a newborn pitten. Abruptly she felt herself scooped up and deposited on the bed. As he discarded his robe he turned to regard her. "Do you still wish to serve me?" he asked as he moved towards the bed.
"Yes, Master," Mara managed weakly. She felt like she was in a dream. Maybe she was dreaming. This whole thing seemed impossible and yet - she gasped as her took her, her focus being drawn rapidly back to him. No, this was real. Her mind had not been this good at imagining right after his death; no way it would be now.

Losing herself in the motion of their bodies she felt drunk or high on spice... or both. Time lost all meaning. The only thing that mattered in this moment was her Master and their bodies as one entwined. Seeking their Force bond her senses became overwhelmed and thought ceased all together until there was nothing but feeling. Pleasure and pain merged as his hands raked possessively over her still raw flesh. Blood and sweat slicked her body as some of the barely healed lashes broke open, but she was beyond caring. Everything in this moment was perfect.

When she woke sometime later she felt dazed and confused. She tried to remember where she was. As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room she saw her clothes folded at the end of the bed. She tried to make sense of everything, but nothing made sense. A motion at her side drew her focus. "So you are awake," Palpatine remarked.
"Yes, Master," Mara responded automatically.
"Get dressed and return to your ship. Return to Coruscant and your… husband," he said, disdain clear in his voice. Mara felt stung.
"Do you not want me, Master? Was I not good enough?"
He patted her head. "I do, my dear, but all things in good time. I will summon you again soon, but we must not raise the Rebels' suspicion until it is time to strike," he assured her. Mara breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing her relax, his tone dropped into one of warning. "You are not forgiven yet... but that too will come in time if you continue to prove yourself. For now, return, let Skywalker think all is normal. I shall be in touch soon," he said before striding from the room and vanishing into the shadows.

Mara dressed quickly and made her way back to the ship. When her headhunter docked with the Sabre, she checked messages. Sure enough there were multiple messages from Luke worried about where she was and how she was doing. Stupid Farmboy. She had taken care of herself for decades. She didn't need some Jedi Master hero fussing over her. It was smothering.

Sighing, she glanced at the chrono. It was midday on Coruscant, meaning Luke would be in a meeting of some kind. Perfect. Leaving a message on their home comm where she knew he wouldn't answer, she made the calculations for the jump to light speed and back home... for now.
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