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Killik_Twilight Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 4/13/05 7:45am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst
	Excellent story! Usually I don't feel sorry for Luke when Mara bashes him (think VotF) but your description of her leaving him made me feel so. Good 'fic! KT -----signature----- "Those who have long enjoyed such privileges as we enjoy forget in time that men have died to win them." Franklin D. Roosevelt
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StarFighter5 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 4/13/05 1:49pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst
	This is beautiful. I must have more. -----signature----- "I hope I slept with you to get the job. if not, then who the hell was that guy?" - Carrie Fisher "Now that I'm a pez and a lego, I shall want for nothing else." -Jeremy Bulloch "Thank you for going to the movies. Especially mine." - George Lucas
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AnakinsHeir Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 4/13/05 3:04pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst
	Incredible. Simply incredible! I can't wait for more. Your Dark Luke was so well done! -----signature----- Let Me Go http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/18359174/?2 Master to JediCallista_1_6_e54 A Mother's Wishes http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/20272243/?0
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/13/05 7:20pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst
	Mirax-Jade: ‘Wow’ works... Thank you! Ackyuna: Thanks. LadyPadme: Err, it’s not a viggie, but thank you. I can see why it might seem that way – I probably should have put a ‘to be continued’ on the end. Thanks for reading anyway! Jaina_Solo_15: ‘Dark and angsty’ about covers it. Great to have you reading! Gabri_Jade: recovers from tackle hug Interesting rhetorical questions you’ve got there. Mara’s definitely a puzzle, on many levels. Perhaps that’s what fascinates Luke so... Thanks for reading! RedGold Well, it’s not over yet... DarthIshtar: Quite the role-reversal. Y’know, I never really looked at it that way. It’s quite true though. Thanks for reading! Jedi-Tiger-Lilly: I love Dark Luke. Thank you! VaderLVR64: I can't wait to see what happens next, because if this is just the beginning I can't even imagine how amazing the next posts will be! Now you’ve got me worried that the next post won’t live up! Luke’s not a real likable guy in this fic... understatement of the year As for the next post... mm, not just yet. Patience, patience... Killik_Twilight: Thanks! Luke does tend to deserve it a bit, doesn’t he? StarFighter5: Again, patience, patience... Thanks! AnakinsHeir: blushes Thank you!
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LadyPadme Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 4/13/05 8:06pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst
	Oops! My bad. I'm sorry! But the good thing about the mistake is now I have something cool to look forward to -----signature----- Evil Twin of Gabri_Jade When a baby smiles the world is happy
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BrokenNoseOfQui-Gon Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 4/14/05 3:44am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst
	Wow! This concept of Dark Luke is extremely well done. The idea of him searching for so long for Mara is very interesting. Stalker Luke, perhaps? Looking forward to more. -----signature----- My Name is Boba Fett http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/18371227/?0 Broken Nose of Qui-Gon http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=16981717& Luminous Beings http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/17766838
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academygrad88 Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 4/14/05 1:44pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst
	Wow! Absolutely heartbreaking. I feel sorry for both Mara and Luke. So, so sad. Is there going to be more? I hope so. AG88 -----signature----- I love my Bomb Disposal Expert Winner of more Golden Ewoks™ than you can possibly imagine! Check out the pictures I made: http://ag88.deviantart.com/ ! You will Kriff Luke Skywalker!~ The Real last Command http://swff.bpweb.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4
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MaraJade1225 Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 4/14/05 3:26pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst
	Wow...this was an amazing fic..i really liked it. I could not imagine Luke without blue eyes! -----signature----- "Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it. Delicious ambiguity...." - Gilda Radner Check out my story "In Her Shoes" as well as tie in songfic
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JadeLotus Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/16/05 6:08am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst
	I love Dark Luke! He glanced down. The amber-tainted eyes stared back at him for a moment, then narrowed with disgust. His fingers curled tightly around the elegant gold handle of the mirror, as though it were a tender throat whose breath his hand could purloin. He lifted it high; brought it down on the window frame as hard as he could. The glass shattered, tinkling shards of inescapable truth raining down around his feet. I adore the imagery created by this passage. I also love the image of Luke begging Mara to stay - His fists curled. He surged to his feet, blocking the doorway. His cloak spilled down behind him, pooling darkness at his feet. “I won’t let you!” he snarled. She turned back, bag in hand. Met his eyes calmly. Her green orbs were clear, clear and sparkling. Shimmering. Relentless. “Yes,” she said softly, “you will.” Her eyes held him; her truth gutted him. He closed his eyes, slowly turning from that burning gaze. He stepped aside. It's interesting to think that even though he's a Dark Lord, she still has all the power over him. I wonder if this will change later on? Hmmm... Also, the fact that Luke wants to be saved. Very intriguing. Please continue! Your writing and contruction of mood is so beautifully perfect. -----signature----- You are the only thing that makes sense Just ignore all this present tense
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/17/05 5:53pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst
	LadyPadme: That's okay, it did sound kind of vignette-ish. I don't think you're the only who thought that, either... BrokenNose: Stalker Luke? What an interesting thought. Thanks for reading! AG88: This is a pretty gloomy tale. Just to put everyone in the mood for ROTS...? Yes, there is more! Coming right up. MaraJade1225: Thanks for reading. JadeLotus: I love Dark Luke! Hehe, me too. All that angst... even though he's a Dark Lord, she still has all the power over him. Interesting that you pulled this out... Maybe that's why Mara ran like she did, because she didn't want to deal with that power. Or maybe she had other reasons entirely... Thanks for reading! The next post will be up in a couple of minutes.
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/17/05 6:02pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst
	====== The search ate increasing amounts of his time as years yawed by, shaded and heavy in their passage. The administration of the Empire fell, piece by piece, to deputies and viziers; slowly, corruption seeped, glistening darkly like oil on clear water. The people of the Empire grew impoverished while officials lined bottomless pockets with pilfered prosperity. Wallowing in his need, he barely noticed. He did not care. The Rebel Alliance grew fat with defected entities, and tottered under its own weight. A guerrilla-style revolutionary body is not intended as an alternative form of government. Ideals in such circumstances were fast to form and faster to pervert. He assisted the perversion as best he could, through a system of carefully placed spies and even more carefully placed information. The Rebels obliged with disgusting ease. He further weakened them through attacks on known supporters and lesser outposts. Then, when the time was right, when they were scattered and floundering – then, he attacked. The battle was quick, brutal, and wholly successful. It would known during his lifetime as Vespasian’s Triumph; after, as Vespasian’s Massacre. The Rebel Alliance was dead. Or so he thought. In the ensuing years, he began to suspect that they were not as obliterated as he had hoped. Their losses had been considerable, yes, and their numbers were severely depleted. But they had somehow managed to survive. He found that… Aggravating. They had gone to ground, and, having perhaps learned from their previous blunders, proved considerably difficult to track down. But he was proficient in the art of pursuit by that stage, and found them eventually. He commanded an attack on one of the primary bases, a bulky space-station in a backwater system. In the midst of the battle, he found himself thinking of her – strange, perhaps, but not unusual. Often the fury of conflict brought her to mind, starker than ever. Her green eyes, sardonic and alluring, daring him to touch her; her lips, snarling and hungry and soft. The taunting resistance, the struggle, blazing, fierce, demanding; the sudden moment of yielding, of flowing, of startled sweetness and surrender. It hurts, he thought, staring into the battle-fire. It wasn’t supposed to, but it did. Angry pain, weeping lines of blood and ash that twined forever in his heart. “Destroy those shuttles,” he ordered, pointing a finger at a pod lumbering from the Rebel station. “Don’t let them escape. I want them all dead.” He didn’t bother to follow the command with a threat; it wasn’t necessary. The consequences of failure on his bridge were widely known. Hurried murmurs of “Yes, sire,” answered the command, and firepower intensified. He watched the shuttles explode in throes of blazing light, metal twisting, bodies burning. Lowering his chin, he flexed gloved hands. He led the landing, later, flanked on all sides by white-armoured stormtroopers. The Rebels did not capitulate easily, he granted them that much. Donned in light combat armour, many of them had withdrawn into sections of the base and were laying down heavy blasterfire before the Imperial squads. Courage, or fear? Capture held black droids and needles and pain, while death held only emptiness. The easier alternative was clear. His squad came across a horde of Rebels in one of the side corridors, and he stood back to led his troopers do their work. Listened as the screams began, he wondered which smuggling group had leased this station to the Rebels – or which group might conveniently be blamed. Perhaps Black Sun… There was a flicker of movement from the empty corridor to his right. He turned his head, caught a glimpse of grey-yellow Rebel armour. He drew his blaster. Strange, for one of them to be alone. Perhaps he’d become separated from his group. Lifting his blaster, he strode around the corner after the Rebel. The man was moving fast. He caught another flash of grey-yellow, disappearing around the corner ahead. He picked up his pace and was rewarded with a longer glimpse at the next corner. A black combat helmet over the light armour, a lowered blast shield; an evident slightness of build. … A woman? His stomach twisted oddly, and he began to run. Around the next corner. She was fast, very fast. He watched as she rounded the corner; saw how she moved, the dancer’s lightness of step and precision transmuted into lethal, graceful agility. His breath caught. He poured all he had into speed, pelting down the corridor, sliding around the corner, hurtling down the next passage after her. Ahead of him, she flew, her helmeted head lowered, her feet a blur, her body a grey-yellow arrow. He didn’t call her, didn’t speak, just ran. He chased her though long empty passages lit with glaring lights and in powered-down gloom, around sharp bends, rebounding off walls, tripping, falling, getting up again, his breath burning in his chest, never slowing. Finally he turned another of the seeming endless corners, coming abruptly to a metal door. He managed to partially slow himself, glanced off the edge of the door as it opened, and stumbled through into the room. It appeared to be some kind of storage space, filled with crates stacked up into the darkness of the ceiling. His breath echoed raggedly in the gloom. His lips curved into something like a smile. The blaster was still in his hand; he tightened his grip on it, finger ready on the trigger, and walked around the crates at the front of the room. The sole light flickered by the door, its illumination patchy amongst the crates. “I know you’re in here,” he said into the quiet. “You may as well come out.” Only silence answered him. “I won’t hurt you. You know I wouldn’t hurt you.” He spun around a crate, blaster pointed into the deep shadow behind. It was empty. His smile died. He lowered the blaster and turned. His eyes flitted through the gloom, still and empty around him. “Mara?” His voice echoed off the darkened ceiling high above. “MARA!” He screamed it, as loud as he could. Silence. He was alone. He spun, snarling, and jogged back into the corridor outside. Looked up and down the passage. It was empty. She was gone. Again. He stalked back into the storage space. He began to smash the crates – with his fists, with his booted feet, with anything he could find. He smashed them until the crates were pieces on the floor. Then, panting, he lifted his blaster and began to fire. He didn’t stop until the parts and food and papers were slag on the floor and the room stank of acrid ozone. At last, alone in the debris, he surrendered. He fell to his knees and wept. “Damn you,” he choked. “Damn you. Damn you. Damn you.” He passed a stormtrooper squad later, as he stalked back through the drab corridors. A cleanup crew, from the look of them. “Drag the bodies towards—” the captain was saying as he passed, but the tinny voice broke off as the crew looked at him. He ignored them. “Sire!” The captain was striding after him. “Emperor Vespasian!” He stopped, reluctantly. Waited for the man to catch up. “What?” “Commodore Jelsu has been looking for you, sire,” the captain said. “He’s on the forward deck with some of the captured Rebels.” “Fine.” He turned, but stopped again. Turned back. “There is a Rebel still at large,” he said dully. “A woman. Alert the rest of the squads. She is to be found – if possible. I do not want her harmed.” “Yes, sire.” The man saluted. Luke ignored it and strode on. The commodore was a thirty-something man with middle-brown hair and middle-brown eyes, of medium height and build. He was competent, not flashy, obeying without question or compunction Luke’s orders. A valuable trait in an officer. Perhaps he recognised Luke’s mood as he strode onto the forward deck. The man’s eyes seemed to flatten, at any rate, and he drew himself up. “Sire,” he said. “Jelsu,” Luke acknowledged, with something barely less than a snarl. He flicked his eyes around the deck. Teams of grey-uniformed technicians were at work repairing sparking control panels. Stormtroopers were dragging sprawled bodies away. To the side was a bedraggled group of pale-grey and yellow garbed Rebels, surrounded by implacable stormtroopers guards. “You were… detained, Emperor?” Luke flicked his gaze back to the commodore. “Something like that.” He held the man’s gaze until Jelsu averted his eyes. “We have the prisoners for you, sire,” the man said quickly, addressing the air above Luke’s head. “We managed to capture some of the leaders.” “I see.” Luke turned and strode over to the huddled group. The stormtroopers stepped aside for him, and he walked along the line of prisoners. Some were white-face, trembling in shock or fear; one’s eyes were rolled back into his head. “Rather a pathetic bunch, don’t you— Well.” His eyes fell on a slight woman with pale delicate features and fine hair, glaring at him with a level of haughty disdain more suited to a royal hall than a listing battle station. “Well, well.” He stopped before her and lifted his hand, a black-gloved thumb on her chin tilting her face upwards. “Hello, princess.” She jerked her head back. “Don’t touch me, you scum-ridden piece of filth.” The stormtroopers tensed, but he lifted his hand and they withdrew into uneasy guard positions. Eyed never leaving hers, he smiled. “Such manners, and from a member of a royal house, no less,” he said mock-sorrowfully. “One wonders what the galaxy is coming to.” Her glare deepened. “A royal house that is no longer, Vespasian. You destroyed it, along with the rest of my planet and people.” His smile didn’t flicker. “Quite.” Her eyes darkened further, and her lips trembled. Then she pulled back and spat on the front his dark tunic. The stormtroopers tensed, but held their position this time. He smiled, wiping the spittle from his tunic. He turned away. “Kill her,” he said, without looking back. “Kill them all.” To their credit, none of them whimpered or pleaded. As he walked away, he heard the stormtroopers shoving the Rebels into position, scuffling with some of them. They were most intransigent in their flawed ideals, these Rebels. Most intransigent…. His steps slowed. “Aim!” called Jelsu. He spun back. “Hold your fire.” Jelsu frowned, turning to him. His mouth opened, closed without speaking, then opened again. “Sire?” Organa was looking at him warily; the rest of the prisoners’ expressions alternated between fear and hope. He pointed at Organa. “Leave her,” he said. “Kill the rest.” “No!” Her eyes widened in horror. But a stormtrooper reached and jerked her out of range. She struggled, was thrust to the side. Jelsu glanced at Luke. He nodded, and Jelsu barked, “Fire!” It was over quickly. When the last of the Rebels had fallen, he strode to where Organa sat, her face a deathly white, her fingers pressed to her mouth. He took her arm, pulling her to her feet. She sagged, then straightened, turning wide dark eyes on him. “Why – why did you make me see that?” He answered, “I have a need of you, princess.” Her face paled further, and her lips pinched together. Her eyes went suddenly from a child’s eyes, lost and horror-stricken, to a woman’s eyes, full of loathing and revulsion. “Never,” she snarled. His own lips twisted sourly. “Not that kind of need,” he said. “I assure you.” Her eyes narrowed. “I’ve heard of your perversions.” “Really.” He lifted his eyebrows. “My fame continues to spread.” Her lips curling in disgust, she turned away. He reached, grabbed her arm, jerked her to face him. “My need is this,” he said quietly. “There was a woman, here. On this base. Jade was her name, though you would not have known her by it. She was tall, about my height, and bore a scar on her left cheek –” he touched the faded scar on his own cheek – “identical to mine. She had no particular love for the Rebellion, but offered her considerable skills in the Rebel cause nonetheless – probably in exchange for your silence. She moved like a dancer, spoke like a noblewoman, and fought like a demon.” His fingers closed on Organa’s chin, digging into her white skin. “You will tell me,” he breathed, near her ear. “Where is she now?” Organa drew back as far as she could, her fingers closing on his wrist in a futile attempt to break his iron grip. Her eyes flicked to the scar on his cheek, then narrowed and returned to meet his gaze. “There was no one here by that description.” His fingers tightened, and she winced. He looked at her for a long moment, scanning her face with his eyes. “You lie,” he said at last. He released her suddenly and she stumbled back, her hand lifting to the vivid finger imprints on her face. “It is of no concern,” he continued calmly. “She will be long gone now, at any rate. You will tell me where. Eventually.” His tone made it inevitable. He stepped back, his eyes hard, glittering, as he mocked a bow in her direction. “We will speak again, princess.” She stared at him. He turned his back to her. “Take her away.” Stormtroopers hastened to obey, and she was marched off. Luke strode to a viewing portal and stared moodily at the distant stars. An Imperial ship glided past outside amidst drifting battle-fragments, an unwieldy scavenger bereft of living grace. Twisted debris and broken bodies were sent gently spinning in its wake, end over end, ice-particles glittering against the blackness. Luke Skywalker clenched his fists, and whispered to the universe, “Next time, you will be mine.” ======
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Stargazer-19 Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 4/17/05 7:05pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/17 -- Pursuit
	Whoa. You weren't kidding when you said Dark Luke. I wonder what is going through Mara's head while all of his is going on. Anyway, I love the chapters that you've posted. I can't wait to read the next one. -----signature----- Magneto: “You wanted us to protect the library. What kind of villain attacks a library? Xavier: You always did stupid things when you were a villain. M: Did I ever attack a library? X: Well, no. M: Exactly. No self respecting villain attacks a library.
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Jedi_BMK Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 4/17/05 7:14pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/17 -- Pursuit
	Luke's got a sort of creepy stalker vibe to him now. And you managed to capture it quite well. I fear, however, what's going to happen as he continues out from his frustration. Looking forward to more. Hopefully, you'll give us the perspective of the hunted at some point since I'm curious as to what Mara's doing/thinking. Great work. -----signature----- Destiny of the Skywalkers II: Splintered Paths OT AU (L/M H/L A/P) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28042042/
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academygrad88 Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 4/17/05 7:20pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/17 -- Pursuit
	Oh Wow, you had me worried. I thought he was going to kill his own sister. Great fic. This Luke is dark. “I’ve heard of your perversions.” “Really.” He lifted his eyebrows. “My fame continues to spread.” Hmmm... now that got me curious. What exactly are those perversions? I hope they don't involve a banana thong and an Ewok. Sorry, I read too many fanfics. Great chapter! AG88 -----signature----- I love my Bomb Disposal Expert Winner of more Golden Ewoks™ than you can possibly imagine! Check out the pictures I made: http://ag88.deviantart.com/ ! You will Kriff Luke Skywalker!~ The Real last Command http://swff.bpweb.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4
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JadeLotus Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/17/05 7:30pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/17 -- Pursuit
	I thrive on angst. It hurts, he thought, staring into the battle-fire. It wasn’t supposed to, but it did. Angry pain, weeping lines of blood and ash that twined forever in his heart. Great line. I love Luke's description of Mara. Especially this: She moved like a dancer, spoke like a noblewoman, and fought like a demon Very fitting. And Leia! It's interesting to think that Mara's helping the Rebellion - and perhaps her an Leia would have even become friends. I like the name Vespasian - does it have any special meaning? -----signature----- You are the only thing that makes sense Just ignore all this present tense
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