Out of the Shadows 17

Coruscant

 

“We’ll use my air speeder,” Mara said, holding up a slim black beckon call as they left the Imperial Palace fitness centre and walked into the private docking facilities assigned to the members.

 

Just ahead Leia could hear the well-tuned whine of repulsor jet engines. “That’s a good idea as I don’t have my own transport today.”

 

Mara put the beckon call back into her pocket. “We’re heading due north?”

 

“Yes, the site of the new habitation complexes is to the north of Imperial Centre. I hadn’t realised that the location of the Jedi Temple was so close to the site of the Imperial Palace . I presume that was deliberate on Palpatine’s part?”

 

Mara didn’t know, so she said nothing.

 

“As Han might say,” Leia continued, “Palpatine was rubbing it in – his victory over the Jedi and the Old Republic ?”

 

“Perhaps it was the only suitable site for such a large building.”

 

“Perhaps. It was a tactic he used on Alderaan. If you’ve nowhere to go it’s more difficult to organise resistance.”

 

“Yet you managed to do it somehow,” Mara sniped dryly.

 

“Never discount spirit, Mara.” Leia glanced briefly at the trader, her suspicions of where Mara’s true loyalties had once lain confirmed and, deciding to leave well enough alone for the moment, continued with a more mundane topic. “Karl and Chevin have arranged to meet me there, along with Han.”

 

“Karl and Chevin.” Mara screwed up her face with disdain. “Sounds like an Old Republic music hall double act.”

 

“I wouldn’t say that to them. They take their job very seriously,” Leia said with a sigh. “Much to Han’s annoyance.”

 

“Why would Han be annoyed?” Mara couldn’t quite understand that one. The two burly guards had to be amongst the best Airen Cracken had on his books if they’d been assigned to watch over Princess Leia.

 

“Because Han considers it to be his job,” Leia said with a sigh. “He and Chewie should be looking after me.”

 

“Idiot Corellian,” Mara muttered, as a sleek, black air speeder drew up beside them. Slipping into the pilot’s seat, she ran her hands carefully over the controls.

 

Leia threw her a sceptical look, ready to counter the disparaging remark with one of her own but relaxed when she realised that the tone of voice the red-head had used had been a mild one. “I’m still alive,” she said mildly. “He can be an idiot at times but that’s what I love…” Leia’s voice stopped. She’d said too much. The trader didn’t seem to be the type that would be interested in how much Leia loved her ‘idiot Corellian’. “There’s never been any doubt about Han’s bravery. Plus we also have a Wookiee with a life debt hanging around.”

 

“Ah…” No wonder Organa had been near impossible to eliminate. A jealous Corellian lover and a two metre tall Wookiee, both sworn to protect her at all costs, would be somewhat difficult to get past. “It’s a pity we didn’t have your minders with us - it would give more credence to you turning up at the site. As it is, we’ll look like tourists on a fly past.”

 

“Meeting them there will have to do,” said Leia, staring thoughtfully at a family in an air taxi trying, with difficulty, to keep the children from leaning too far over the side. “My face is not unknown.”

 

“No, I suppose it’s not.” Mara ignored the family, her gaze fixed firmly on her navicomputer. “Jump in.” she said as she caught Leia’s admiring glance at the sleek lines of the vehicle. “Karrde always makes sure that we have the latest model. He says that it’s a good investment and I agree with that view.” She moved the ship out of the docking bay and out into the airborne traffic. She had the feeling that her life was about to change again and wasn’t sure if she was ready for that to happen again.

 

“I wonder what they’ve found,” said Leia slowly. “And I wish Luke was here to see it.”

 

“Have you managed to collect many Jedi artefacts since you put the word out?” Mara blurted, and cursed herself inwardly for sounding so gauche. But she preferred the awkwardness of conversation with Leia Organa rather than an uncomfortable silence. It left her with too much time to think.

 

“’Jedi artefacts?’” Leia echoed. “A few – nothing of real importance. Much was destroyed over the years with the breakdown of the Jedi culture. Luke has some discs and some books he was given by Obi-Wan Kenobi but not much else I think. After Luke returned from his first trip to Dagobah, I never saw him without a book or a loaded data pad far from his hand.”

 

“A studious Jedi farmboy – he reads?”

 

“Very studious and yes, he read constantly.” Leia’s expression was wistful as she ignored Mara’s mockery. “He seemed to be trying to accumulate as much knowledge as he could in the shortest possible time. My father told me that during the Old Republic potential Jedi were brought to the temple as infants or very young children. Luke did not start any sort of training until he was eighteen years old and that was with Obi-Wan Kenobi. He died by Vader’s hands on the first Death Star.”

 

“I know.”

 

“His training cut short before it had even begun. He did what he could on his own but he knew that it wasn’t enough. After Hoth, he disappeared for what he said was training from a Jedi Master - one who’d survived the Clone Wars and gone into hiding.”

 

“Master Yoda.” It was all becoming very clear to Mara. Yoda had waited for Skywalker to find him. He’d been expecting him. Still, considering the way the Jedi had operated in the past, Skywalker had missed nearly twenty years of Jedi instruction.

 

“Luke told me once…it was a long time ago. Just after Hoth, I think, that Yoda had almost refused to train him because he was too old but I think neither of them had any choice in the end. Yoda had to train Luke. He was the only one – their only hope.”

 

“Oh but you…”

 

“I didn’t know about…our relationship then,” Leia said slowly. “Luke felt that he had his whole lifetime’s worth of knowledge to catch up on. He never seemed to smile any more and I didn’t see that his sadness was so ingrained until after he’d gone. He was carrying the weight of the Rebellion’s expectation on his shoulders and he shouldn’t have had to do that. He’d already saved all of us.”

 

Mara rolled her eyes but said nothing. Organa wanted to talk about her brother and so she would listen. She could perhaps learn something useful.

 

“The only time he truly relaxed was in his X-wing. That was the only thing that seemed to make him smile after a while. His flying came easier to him than his breathing did. It was effortless.”

 

Mara pushed away her feelings of disquiet. She didn’t want to think about Luke Skywalker as a real human being with a family who loved him and wanted him to come to home to them. It was far easier to keep him in mind as this inhuman monster. The more time she spent with his family, the harder it became to hold on to everything she’d been taught. “What about Praesitlyn?” she asked suddenly. “What exactly happened there?”

 

“How do you know about that?”

 

Mara grinned. “Karrde has his sources. I heard that they found a box of lightsabers.”

 

“They did but the box disappeared. It was probably stolen. I knew that it contained lightsabers because the head librarian at the university showed me several of them while I spoke to her over the holonet. It was a genuine find. However, when the Rogues arrived to collect the box on my behalf a few days later, it wasn’t there any more. It had vanished.”

 

“Unfortunate.”

 

“Yes and no, because a robbery attempt was thwarted while the Rogues were present on Praesitlyn.”

 

“You are joking!” Mara exclaimed. “Someone tried to steal a box of lightsabers?”

 

Leia shook her head. “No. You cannot steal something that’s already gone. Wedge was in the head librarian’s office discussing transportation of the Jedi finds to Coruscant when there was an attempt to steal the box. But instead of the actual box, they lifted a duplicate filled with rubbish and dropped it while escaping. That’s why I think Luke had been there earlier - only he could have known that the items were at risk.” The princess suddenly wondered why she was telling this woman all of this. But it felt right to trust Mara Jade. Somehow, Leia knew that she wouldn’t harm her brother whatever Mara herself still thought. Was it a Force hunch? She hoped so because she’d been wrong before.

 

“We’re nearly there, it’s just up ahead,” Mara said, checking her navigational controls.

 

“I see it.” Leia stared across at two giant construction droids poised waiting, partly visible between a set of dilapidated towering spires. A flurry of activity around one of the partially demolished buildings pinpointed their destination. A landing platform was teeming with droids and beings of all species. It even appeared as if a repulsor-car accommodation block had been set up. The whole scene looked as if insects were buzzing and crawling around a rotten carcass.

 

“Platform seven-nine-eight,” Mara said flying towards it. “Are these…?”

 

“Yes, that’s Karl and Chevin,” Leia said. The two burly security men were pacing worriedly, around the platform like barely contained beasts. Leia gave three clicks on her comlink and it was amusing to see the relief pour from them as they received the signal and then spotted Leia in Mara’s speeder.

 

“Someone’s pleased to see you at any rate,” gibed Mara.

 

“Everyone needs that kind of reception once in a while.” Leia refused to rise to Mara’s taunts. “I suppose you get that all the time – beings pleased to see you?”

 

The redhead scowled as her comments failed to reach their target. Instead, the Alderaanian had got one back. “I neither want nor need that,” she snapped.

 

“Everyone does at some point in his life,” Leia disagreed softly.

 

“I am used to being alone and I like it that way,” Mara retorted. She pulled back on the throttle reducing the vehicle’s speed. “Is it because of your brother’s chosen calling that you asked for Jedi artefacts to be found and brought to you on Coruscant?”

 

“Partly,” Leia said feeling oddly sorry for the prickly red head. Leia knew all about loneliness especially after the destruction of Alderaan but it had taken Han and Luke to make her never want to be that way again. “It was originally Mon Mothma’s idea. I think Luke must have said something to her before he left the Alliance about rebuilding the Jedi. He never said exactly what reason he gave Mon Mothma when resigning his commission but…she’s said one or two things lately that have made me wonder…”

 

“If she knows about Skywalker being your brother?”

 

“No, I don’t think she knew anything about that then…”

 

“You told her.” Mara’s lips curved with amused derision. “Didn’t trust us not to blab to some holo-journalist?”

 

“No, not at all. It was the right time to tell her – we should have done it long ago.” Leia wondered if Mara felt the half-truth of her words. “Luke will be happy to know that it’s finally out in the open when he returns. I think Mon Mothma knew that I had the ability to feel and touch the Force. I suspect Luke said something along those lines and our relationship will give her the answer why.”

 

“Oh.” Mara said as she flew the speeder towards the quieter end of the busy platform where the two security guards were waiting and docked neatly. “Go ahead,” she urged Leia. “I’ll just hang on here a bit longer.”

 

“You can come with me; it will be alright.”

 

“Perhaps,” Mara mumbled, a frown creasing her smooth brow. “But I don’t want to show my hand just yet.”

 

Leia frowned. That was a strange thing to say, more like the comment of a sabacc player than a trader but she could already see Karl and Chevin heading purposefully towards her and Han and Chewbacca leaping from another speeder.

 

“Your Highness…”

 

“Karl.” Leia accepted the security guard’s hand, stepping lightly onto the tethered skyhook being used as a docking platform.

 

Mara grabbed a small pocket reflector from her bag and checked her appearance. She looked like she always did, the pale oval of her creamy skin framed by her red-gold hair and dominated by her clear green eyes. She tightened the braid and placed a hat on her bright head. Now she didn’t stand out so much. Why she needed to be careful, Mara wasn’t sure but she wasn’t about to change the habit of a lifetime.

 

Moving from the vessel, she headed in the general direction Leia had taken. The archaeologists had set up camp very quickly – almost as if they’d had some form of prior warning that the construction droids had been ready to move in and destroy any evidence. She paused at a table where a group of what had to be students, shielded under a white canopy, were sorting through various finds. Talking to them yielded insufficient information - they knew little more than she did.

 

Mara stretched out gingerly with her newly strengthened powers to see if those could help her. There was an instinctive need in her to understand. She could feel that there once had been great strength here, great strength and great sadness. Had Skywalker ever stood where Mara was standing now? She didn’t think so. There had been rumours that he’d once been on Coruscant but he could not have known about the former location of the Jedi Temple .

 

The discovery of this site wasn’t a great feat of mental deduction or detective work. The maps all measured up and the place still existed in people’s living memories. This had once been the site of the Jedi temple. What would her Master have thought? Would Palpatine be proud of her survival or disappointed in her failure to prevent the Rebellion from winning? Had she the strength to go on alone? Spirit was all very well but it left little room for doubt.

 

A hand grasped her firmly by the arm.

 

“Let go of me,” Mara demanded softly, swinging around to square up to whoever had the temerity to manhandle her without her consent.

 

“You’ve no permission to be in this area,” a gravely voice ordered.

 

“She’s with me, Chevin,” Leia’s voice interrupted firmly. “She’s a friend.”

 

Mara opened her mouth to deny that such a thing could ever be possible but the guard’s hand immediately fell from her arm as he backed away. “But security checks…”

 

“It will be fine,” Leia insisted in a voice that brooked no arguments. “I will take responsibility for Mistress Jade’s presence.”

 

“My apologies, Your Highness, Mistress Jade.”

 

“Hey, Red!” Han called jovially.

 

Mara threw him a look of dislike. “It’s Jade,” she said.

 

“Sure, Jade.” Han winked at Leia who shook her head warningly at him. Mara’s temper was easily sparked and now was not a good time to provoke it.

 

Mara ignored him and looked at Leia. “Were you right?”

 

“Yes,” Leia said. “Doctor Folla Rule became the head of the Department of Antiquities at Coruscant University when the previous incumbent retired. But she’s currently off-world dealing with another important project. I was told that she is expected to return tomorrow.”

 

“A woman in charge,” Han marvelled. “On Coruscant.”

 

“Yes, it’s actually possible,” Mara said dryly. “But she’s a human female. You wouldn’t find an alien male head of anything here yet, despite the new sitting tenants in the Imperial Palace .”

 

“True,” Han said thoughtfully, ignoring Mara’s reference to the New Republic possibly being temporary on Coruscant.

 

“It is better than it used to be,” Leia protested.

 

“It all takes time,” Mara said.

 

Leia held Mara’s eyes. “It does. But things get better… remember that.”

 

‘There must be a message somewhere in there for me,’ Mara thought sourly. ‘I’m no friend of Organa’s and I still want to kill her brother.’ But for a moment, being claimed as someone’s ‘friend’ had been nice. She was definitely getting soft. Imperial assassins didn’t normally run to ‘nice’. “Sure,” she said, her mouth twisting cynically.

 

Leia moved forward to a long table where several beings were cleaning and cataloguing finds.

It was easy for her to become an interested politician because she truly was fascinated with what had been found. Mara marvelled at Leia’s skill in drawing information willingly from these beings without a torture grid or an interrogation droid. Of course, it helped to be the star heroine of the Rebel Alliance. But Mara was startled to find that Leia Organa really did care – it wasn’t all an act.

 

“Doctor Rule - is she still head of the Department of Antiquities?” Leia quizzed brightly, diligently examining some of the objects unearthed. She knew the information already but such subjects were always good conversational gambits.

 

“That she is, gentle Highness.”

 

“I remember her as a spokesperson for the department when I was a Junior Senator. She wasn’t in charge then.”

 

“Ah, before the war. It’s good to have you back on this world, gentle Highness. Doctor Rule is at present working on another project somewhere in the Outer Rim territories.” A worker imparted the information to Leia in broken but understandable basic. “Statue of Goddess Aleema found. Very rare, very precious metal. The site has been kept secret but she is bringing the statue to the university for study.”

 

“Of course, I understand,” Leia soothed. “To prevent it being looted and vandalised is reason enough to bring it here.” That had happened to so many places during the Emperor’s reign, with many precious things being stolen or damaged beyond repair. “In time it should be returned to where it came from.”

 

“That it should, gentle Highness.”

 

The New Republic was doing its best to return artefacts plundered by the Empire to their places of origin but it was proving to be an almost impossible task. “When is Doctor Rule returning?”

 

“We expect her within the next day or so. She was contacted as soon as we discovered the first find.” He held up the remains of a gracefully shaped stone ewer. “Several hundred years old and typical of the style of domestic ware still used by the Jedi at the time of their…demise. It proved that even the Jedi had to eat and drink.”

 

“They were beings of flesh and bone,” Leia said, walking away, mulling over what she had learned.

 

Mara whispered in her ear. “The Goddess Aleema…”

 

“Never heard of her.” Leia twisted her head sharply to stare at Mara.

 

The trader shrugged. “Of course not. The Goddess Aleema was one of the earliest of the Sith – a Sith Princess. She existed thousands of years ago…”

 

“What! A sith?”

 

“Yes, just like Darth Vader. It’s doubtful the Viceroy of Alderaan would have included that snippet in your royal education.”

 

Mara noted how Leia froze when Vader’s name was mentioned. The Dark Lord had certainly had the princess and her friends in his clutches on more than one occasion but they’d always managed to escape. The Emperor had been furious and his Dark Lord had been punished. But Vader was dead and couldn’t harm Leia any more. Of course, it may just have been an automatic reaction left over from her days in the Rebel Alliance. It was reported that Vader had interrogated and tortured Leia in his bid to discover the whereabouts of the Rebellion’s hidden bases. He had failed.

 

Mara knew that Leia wasn’t the only person to have weak spots. She, herself, also had one. It was hard not react when Skywalker’s name came up in casual conversation.

 

“This is an enormous site, if it is the actual location of the Jedi Temple .”

 

Mara heard Leia’s words and rolled her eyes. “It is,” she muttered. “You would think it was thousands of years ago that the temple was located in this very spot, not a mere two or three decades. There are those in the Senate that won’t be very happy because there will be no demolition here now for many years to come and certainly no construction unless they can build above it. There won’t be many things left to find either. I would suspect that the Emperor might have removed what he wanted to keep and torched the rest.” She pulled out her data pad and handed it to Leia. “Check this out. This is what it once looked like if you didn’t already know.” With an exasperated sigh, Mara walked away leaving Leia staring at the structure so different from any other building on the planet, its five spires reaching majestically to the sky.

 

Mara knew that the Jedi Temple had been a spectacular piece of architecture on a vast and impressive scale. She’d seen holos and even detailed footage of the facility before Palpatine had had it destroyed. But the Emperor had told her of the corruptness at the heart of the Jedi order and of the evil deeds they had done. Mara had always kept a holo of the building to remind herself that evil lurked in many places. She’d had no reason to disbelieve the words of her Master. Why should she? But the confusion she was feeling was tearing at her unusually fragile nerves. This had to stop; she had to get a grip of herself. This was nothing in comparison with what she had done before.

 

But as Mara stared around her at the crumbling masonry, she sighed deeply. She didn’t feel any evil in this place - only a deep lingering sadness, loss and a sense of something infinitely good. Ahead of her, the darkness of a long forgotten corridor called to her and she walked forward out of the sunlight as something scuttled away in the dark from her approaching footsteps. “Whoa!” she exclaimed as she nearly lost her footing on a crumbling step, grabbing the wall for support. Pulling out her pocket luma she held it up and surveyed the scene. A series of steps led downward into a small chamber. Something beckoned her downwards and, following her instincts, she carefully crept down the stairs.

 

This was the heart of the building. She couldn’t explain why she knew. Mara reached out with her Force senses to see if she could learn some of the truth about the Jedi. Buildings and places often held resonances of the lives and feelings of beings that had inhabited the now disintegrating masonry. It was doubtful she would be able to learn anything new. She wasn’t powerful enough nor had enough knowledge of the Jedi and their lives.

 

The Emperor had only allowed her to know what he wanted and she had originally thought that was everything she needed to know. Since his death, Mara had found out many other things and not everything matched what she had been told. Who was lying here? Deep down she knew the truth but didn’t want to admit it. This had been a place of learning and of culture. This location had housed a school – she could almost see rows of small children studying ancient texts.

 

She held up the luma and assessed where she was. The chamber at one time must have led into a larger room but she would get no farther than this today. Pieces of smashed glass crunched under her feet. Mara knelt down and picked up what must have been part of a crystal holodisc. The Jedi couldn’t all have been evil murderers. Some of them had to have been good people. She chewed at her lip. She would never have been able to discern such things before. “What did you do to me, Skywalker?” she whispered, “and why?”

 

Luke Skywalker did not fit the pattern that the Empire had printed on his behalf and Mara had to find out the truth for her own sanity. Her whole life could not have been a lie.

 

From nothing, she had started again; she had her new life away from her persona as the Emperor’s Hand, working with Karrde and his people, trading along the space routes for a living. But something was drawing her in another direction and she wondered why? “I have a new life,” she said aloud. “I’m a trader…”

 

“This is not who you were born to be.”

 

From out of nowhere a figure shimmered into place before her and Mara’s automatic reaction was to pull her blaster from its holster. “Who…what…? You’re not real,” she muttered.

 

The figure laughed. It was the shadowy image of a tall, bearded man, his long hair tied back, away from his face, dressed in a fashion she’d only seen in history books. He was dressed in the style of the Jedi. “I’m real enough, but not in the way of other men.” His voice was low and cultured, with a hint of gravel in its depths. Was this a long dead Jedi? Her gut instinct told her that it had to be.

 

“I’m seeing things,” Mara said a little desperately. Dreaming about Skywalker was bad enough but this…. She’d never experienced anything like this when she’d served the Emperor. “I’m having a conversation with a bad hologram.

 

“No, you’re not imagining my presence. I am no hologram but I have been one with the Force these past fifty years. This building has had a long association with the Jedi and the Force and because of it you should be able to feel my presence.”

 

“You are dead?”

 

“Depends on your point of view. I am more powerful now in this state than I ever was alive. I have been assigned to watch over you…”

 

I don’t need watching over,” Mara growled between clenched teeth.

 

You are strong in the Force, Mistress. Reach out…”

 

“So you are dead,” Mara stated flatly. “Who are you and why appear now…to me?”

 

The figure chuckled, the sound warm in the darkness. “Why not? Your presence called me – you called me.”

 

“I did not,” she contradicted.

 

“No? You needed me otherwise I would not have appeared to you.”

 

“I have no love for the Jedi. I am not a Jedi.”

 

“Not yet but you must be trained in the way of the Force.”

 

“Suppose I don’t want to be trained? The Jedi hold no appeal for me.”

 

“I think that they do. I suspect you are denying what your soul has craved its entire life for.”

 

First Karrde and then Leia Organa and now this dead…Jedi master. The Emperor had never talked of her being trained in the Jedi arts – not properly. She’d been given enough knowledge to be able to serve her Master and had been content. An unpleasant thought suddenly struck her. Palpatine hadn’t wanted her to progress any further, had he? Perhaps, she did not have the ability.

 

“You should be trained – you could be powerful. Such power is a gift and must be used in the way that serves the Force. Can you sense me at all?”

 

Mara nodded. “Yes, I can.” The feeling was warm and tranquil, like standing in a pool of sunlight. She’d felt like that when she’d touched Skywalker too. Palpatine had felt powerful but cold. Surely her Master could not have been mistaken about her ability.

 

“During the days of the Old Republic you would have been identified early in your life as Force strong. If you had lived in the Core, you would have been brought to the temple for training.”

 

“Who are you?” Mara asked curiously.

 

“Qui-Gon Jinn.” The Jedi inclined his head politely

 

“I’ve never heard of you,” Mara said a little unkindly.

 

“I did not expect that you would have. Emperor Palpatine wanted to rid the galaxy of the Jedi, not encourage their names to live on long after their deaths. I was important enough in my time. And you are?”

 

“Mara Jade,” she muttered brusquely. “How did you…?”

 

“How did I die?” The spirit of Qui-Gon Jinn sighed, his noble face full of regret. “I died at the hands of a Sith – a being strong in the dark side of the Jedi arts. I was protecting a young Queen and her people from evil when I was murdered. I gave my life to serve others.”

 

“Good for you,” Mara retorted. “I’m sure you succeeded. Now go away.”

 

Qui-Gon ignored her. “We did not know this was the start of Senator Palpatine’s bid for power. He clouded the truth from the most powerful of the Jedi. The Sith had waited many thousands of years for their chance.”

 

The Jedi were proud and corrupt…”

 

The spirit shook his head sadly. “No, not knowingly. They made mistakes and perhaps pride was part of their fall but it was the Old Republic that had become corrupt. Palpatine was corruptness itself and fed upon the weaknesses of others. The Jedi seek to do good. We were the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy.”

 

“This has nothing to do with me. I’m just a trader,” Mara said shortly.

 

“You don’t understand your importance. You have the power to help. Let go of your hate, learn to live in the new galaxy that’s been created. You have been chosen.”

 

“Oh, no,” Mara said backing away. “I’m not falling for that one.”

 

“Whether you fall for it or not, the facts will not change. You have been done a great wrong in your life. You have been told many lies, betrayed by people you should have been able to trust. Skywalker’s son will give you new purpose.”

 

Mara groaned, her voice low and mocking. “And I thought you were a dead Jedi, not a therapist. I don’t believe you.”

 

Why should I lie?” Qui-Gon asked. “I have no reason and nothing to gain.”

 

“The resurgence of the Jedi?” Mara arched a red-gold eyebrow.

 

“I am one with the Force. I still have nothing to gain,” he stated, his voice warm in the dark coolness. “Nothing will bring me back.”

 

“You would still see the Jedi rise again. Dead or not. That’s a good enough reason in my holobook.”

 

“Be mindful of the living Force.”

 

Mara turned away. She’d had enough of this fuzzy image spouting meaningless words in her direction. Then a thought struck her. “What happened to the Sith that killed you?”

 

“My apprentice was nearing his knighthood; a powerful young man by the name of Obi-Wan Kenobi…”

 

“Kenobi!” Mara echoed. “I’ve heard of him.”

 

“Yes. He killed the Sith...”

 

“He was Skywalker’s first teacher.”

 

“I wanted to train the boy; I told the council I would do it even though they were uncertain of his future. It was clouded. He felt much fear and there was anger in him but he was the Chosen One and powerful with the Force. I died too soon and ultimately deserted Obi-Wan and the boy. It was not by choice. I could have prevented his fall if I had lived.”

 

Mara frowned. Something didn’t add up. How could this Qui-Gon Jinn have managed to train Skywalker? If he’d been dead for fifty years there was no possibility of that happening.

 

“Behind you, there is a holocube and a small box. They are embedded into the wall. Take them.”

 

“Why?”

 

“They cannot remain here for just anyone to find – in the wrong hands they could be… You must deliver them to Skywalker’s son. He will know what to do with them. Learn to use the Force, Mistress Jade. It is your right and your destiny. One that Palpatine stole from you.”

 

“Yeah, sure,” Mara drawled cynically. “Can I ask you…?”

 

“My time here is over. May the Force be with you.”

 

“But…”

 

As silently as he’d arrived, the presence vanished and Mara suddenly felt cold.

 

“Skywalker’s son! But…” Mara exhaled loudly. Something else Organa hadn’t told her? There was no point talking to herself. She pulled a small vibroshiv from one of her black, knee length boots and began digging into the crumbling walls at the exact point Qui-Gon Jinn had indicated. “ Cortosis Ore ,” she mumbled, as she hacked through the walls. “No wonder this place went down.” She replaced the knife in her boot and dug her fingers into the disintegrating masonry and as she did so she suddenly she felt a streak of warmth run through her. There was, as the Jedi had said, something embedded in the wall.

 

Her fingers closed around the object and gave a sharp twist, dragging it free. Again she reached in and found another small cube shaped item. Just in time, she shoved them into her pockets as awareness of her surroundings flared into life. Someone was coming. She could actually feel the presence of a…a human being.

 

Footsteps clattered down the stairs behind her. “What are you doing down here?”

 

“I got a bit lost!”

 

“You have no permission to be in this area.” A figure peered at her in the gloom. Mara could see his fingers clamped around a powerful looking blaster. “This area is off-limits. Only official personnel are allowed down here. It’s not been made safe.”

 

“There are no warning signs,” Mara said indignantly. “How was I supposed to know? I was just looking around. I came with Princess Leia Organa,” Mara simpered sweetly and tried not to gag as a result of her own sugary tone. “I love old things. It must be so interesting. I just hadn’t expected it to be so dark down here. Where is the way out and why are there no lights?” she babbled inanely. “Didn’t they have lights during the Old Republic ?”

 

“This way, lady.” The man’s voice was gruff and his grip on her arm tightened as he hustled her up the steps. Mara resisted the urge to damage the man permanently. This was the second time someone had grabbed her by the arm in less than an hour. A couple of quick jabs in the right place and this individual would have trouble walking and performing other bodily functions for the next year.

 

“Could you not hold my arm so tightly?” she pleaded, but the tall security guard didn’t oblige until they emerged into the sunlight again. It wasn’t Karl or Chevin either but a tall human dressed in the university’s own uniform. Mara suspected that she might have bruises on her upper arm tomorrow. If they ever met again, he would know the meaning of tight and would have a set of bruises to make anyone proud.

 

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“I hadn’t expected it to be so busy,” Han murmured into Leia’s ear.

 

“It’s made the headline holonet news. There’s little happening galactically speaking…”

 

“What about the new world petitioning to join the New Republic ?” Han said with a smirk.

 

“Another new world?” Leia said. “It’s not news anymore. It’s a common occurrence. This is different and I think it gave the university the opportunity to angle for a little more publicity. Call me cynical but such manoeuvres never harm applications for funding. Coruscant does need housing and add the discovery of the Jedi temple to the mix…”

 

“And we have a ready made battle.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Where’s Jade got to?” Han asked, staring around the platform.

 

“She’s around here somewhere,” Leia replied, glancing over her shoulder but there was no sign of Mara.

 

“You trust her?” Han asked laconically.

 

“Yes, I do. I have a strong feeling that there’s someone else under all that ice and hostility. We don’t know what has made her like this.”

 

“Yes, we do,” Han said. “The Empire did.”

 

Leia’s beautiful face was pensive. “I suppose you’re right. The Empire made us all what we are.”

 

“Yes, but some of us are choosing to move on with our lives and try to make a difference.”

 

“Give her time.”

 

“Her life will be over if she takes any more time.”

 

Leia winked at him. “You’ll be running for the Senate next if you keep making statements like that one.”

 

“Aw, Leia!”

 

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After shaking off the security guard, Mara moved to where a small hut had been erected selling refreshments to workers and visitors alike. Buying herself a stim tea, she stood quietly watching the proceedings. She found that she often learned just as much by watching events carefully. She was just about to return to Leia and Han, to tell them she was leaving the site, when a covered speeder arrived causing much commotion.

 

“Doctor Rule,” a voice cried and visitors, workers and holo-journalists ran to await the arrival of the foremost xenoarchaeologist on Coruscant.

 

“She is early, this is marvellous news,” said a small man excitedly. “Now the site will be protected. Doctor Rule will make it so.”

 

The hatch lifted and out stepped a tall, slender woman, wearing a practical dark tunic and pants, her dark hair coiled tightly behind her head. ‘So this was Folla Rule,’ Mara thought and shivered, layers buckling in the Force. “Thanks, Skywalker,” she muttered, suddenly grateful for the young Jedi opening her once more to the power of the Force. It was definitely time to get out of here. Quickly she turned and headed for her speeder unaware that her sudden move had been spotted, dark eyes following her flight with cold interest.

 

“Who was that?” Folla Rule asked her aide thoughtfully as she watched the air speeder leave the docking platform and disappear into Coruscant’s traffic. It would have to be looked into.

 

“Don’t know. We have had so many beings arriving. Journalists, tourists, politicians…” The aide shrugged. Several air speeders had left in the past few minutes and Doctor Rule wanted to know who was in them? She would be lucky. “It could be anyone and we have no real way of checking.”

 

“Find a way,” the doctor directed, her manner glacial. “It is a threat to our security. “I don’t need items to go missing on this world also.”

 

“Yes, Doctor Rule.”

 

Folla Rule watched the bustling scene with satisfied eyes. Once they’d had the chance to strip the site bare, the construction droids could move in but they didn’t have a lot of time. Still, she could see that there was plenty of publicity, enough for even her starved soul. “I will do my interview and then we restrict access to press and public alike - leave them wanting more.” She walked forward, a smile on her face, ready to talk to the galaxy and found that her place was usurped. “Politicians?” She swung around and stared at her aide. “This woman is more than a politician.”

 

The aide nodded. “They arrived a couple of hours ago. It’s…”

 

“Yes, I do know who they are. I see that Princess Leia Organa and General Han Solo have graced us with their presence.”

 

“They seem to be very well informed,” he murmured nervously.

 

“They do, do they? Interesting,” Folla snapped, her irritation rising. This was her moment. She frowned and the aide nervously shifted from side to side. “It could help us get more time to work on this site,” she then drawled thoughtfully. “These construction droids are not going to vanish. Yes, this is good for us.” But inside she was angry, her good mood darkening. Yes, this kind of patronage made the whole galaxy take notice but when the politician in question was as important as Leia Organa, then she overshadowed everyone else. How could she turn this to her advantage? That was the question. She flashed her most winning smile towards the waiting holo-journalists and glided forward, her hand outstretched towards the princess. It was time to use their celebrity to further promote her own.

 

Leia stared at the approaching archaeologist. She was just as Leia remembered her - a little older perhaps, but still elegant. ‘An intelligent woman and not one to underestimate,’ she thought. There was just something about the other woman that made her momentarily uneasy and then the strange feeling was gone.

 

“Sweetheart!” Han muttered. “Jade’s just flown out of here as if the Imperial Guard was after her.”

 

“She didn’t say goodbye,” Leia murmured.

 

“That would have indicated a modicum of interest and friendliness towards another being, plus manners,” Han observed. “But then Jade’s manners have been patchy at best since we met her.”

 

“I thought I was getting through to her. I like her, Han – most of the time.”

 

“When she’d not spouting off about killing the Kid? Yeah, I agree. So what spooked her this time?”

 

“Your guess is as good as mine.” She dug Han in the ribs. “Smile and be charming. Doctor Rule is heading our way.”

 

“I was born charming,” Han retorted.

 

“I know and that’s what worries me.” She winked at him.

 

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