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oldjedinurse Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 4/18/05 6:57pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/17 -- Pursuit
	Unbelievable, K_A! Ditto all the comments above. Terrific writing - I could only aspire to evoke the darkness so beautifully! oldj -----signature----- Confidence is the feeling you have before you understand the situation.
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RebelPrincess Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 4/18/05 10:32pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/17 -- Pursuit
	Oooooh! Another new favorite story! Well, I found this and I'm hooked. Your dark Luke is so...creepy! I can't wait to see what happens next! Please post soon and put me out of my misery -----signature----- ROTS: Best. Movie. Ever.
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/19/05 8:31pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. Cover Art added -- 4/19 - Date Edited: 4/19/05 8:36pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Knight_Aragorn
	Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore now has cover art -- thank you, AG88! Check out the link on the first page. DarthIshtar: So true! oldjedinurse: Thank you! Rebel_Princess: Glad you like the story, but you'll have to wait a few days at least for the next post. The story's not very long so I'll be leaving a little while in between posts -- otherwise it would be over too soon! Be patient, it won't be too long. Thanks for reading.
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___Sithspawn___ Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 4/22/05 2:32pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. Cover Art added -- 4/19
	Hello. Just caught up with this, and wow...it is deliciously dark - you capture that elusive bleakness found in so few stories so well... That's one evil Luke you have there. Looks like there's almost no hope for him. And he seems to have an unhealthy obsession with Mara - perhaps she is the key to his redemption... -----signature----- I am severely DRL-afflicted. See profile for (old) fics. "As long as there are slaughterhouses, there will be battlefields." -- Leo Tolstoy
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/22/05 4:18pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. Cover Art added -- 4/19
	Sithspawn: Hi! Nice to see you here. Yup, Luke's definitely evil. As for whether he's redeemable.... hmmm, I don't know. (well, I do, but I'm not saying yet ) Thanks for stopping in! New post will be up in a few minutes.....
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/22/05 4:33pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. Cover Art added -- 4/19 - Date Edited: 4/22/05 7:03pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Knight_Aragorn
	One long, very dark post coming right up..... ======== ======== “Ah, princess,” he said, stepping into the box-like cell in the bowels of Imperial Palace. Bright lights glared overhead, casting relentless day. Sitting on the flat bunk, Organa turned her head to look at him with dull red-rimmed eyes. “Still enjoying our hospitality?” Her lips puckered sourly as she glared at him. “Kriffing sadist,” she muttered. “My, such language,” he said, seating himself on the end of the cot. “I suppose your smuggler husband supplied you with such colourful epithets. How is he, I wonder? And those lovely children of yours.” Her eyes flattened, and she turned her face away. “You know what I want,” he told her. “It isn’t difficult. Tell me where she is, and you can be home with your family before nightfall.” It was night, actually. But she didn’t know that, in the endless daylight of these cells. She didn’t need to know. She turned back, her eyes in control again, if more glittery than before. “First of all, Vespasian, I don’t know this woman of yours – as I keep telling you. And second, I would be a fool to believe any promise that came from your vile mouth.” His eyes hardened. “You do know her, princess. What’s more, you know where she is. I will find out – believe that promise, if you believe any.” “You can’t read my mind,” she said tauntingly. “Vader couldn’t, Palpatine couldn’t, and you can’t. So don’t threaten me with your dark sorcery.” “Who mentioned reading your mind?” He leaned closer and smiled. “I prefer traditional methods. Slower, perhaps, and far messier, but so much more… satisfying.” She drew back then caught herself and straightened. “You don’t frighten me.” He stared into her eyes, those dark eyes so shimmering and defiant, and his own eyes narrowed. He leaned forward until she recoiled; further, until she was at an awkwardly-slanted recline and he was on his knees over her, his face inches from hers. He watched her eyes dispassionately; saw the disgust and loathing there, the edge of fear. Lifting his hand, he traced gloved fingertips across the smoothness of her cheek. She tried to turn away; he seized her chin between thumb and forefinger, forcing her to hold his gaze. Bringing his mouth to her ear, he breathed, “Don’t I?” Her response was a muffled, half-choked whimper. His lips curved triumphantly. He withdrew, twisting gracefully off the cot and onto his feet. She drew her knees up and hugged herself tightly, turning her face to the wall. “Now,” he said, still smiling. “Shall we begin?” He lifted his hand, raised his fingers. Behind him, the door opened. A glittering black droid floated in, followed by a blank-faced man in a pure-white coat – one of his ‘special’ technicians. The man carried a compact black case, which he set on the small washstand and slid open. The array of instruments that lay inside glinted in the cell’s harsh light. Organa hunched tighter in her ball of anguish, as though it were a shell to ward off those gleaming instruments, his broken smile. The dead-eyed technician selected his tool and strode to her side. Luke crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, settling to watch. Some time later, the technician packed up his instruments and vanished through the door, the droid humming out after him. Luke leaned over Organa, sprawled semiconscious on the narrow cot. “Until—” tomorrow, he had been going to say, but the words caught in his throat, suddenly. Their acrid taste almost choked him. Where is your strength, oh Emperor? It walked out the door years ago, and left you empty. And you dare to mock this one’s endurance? He could feel a depression coming on. Blue-black and roiling, thick with loathing and pain, it gathered behind his temples and throbbed to the beat of his pulse. The ache of it was already enough that it would have dropped him to his knees, were he not so accustomed to pain. But there was more to come, much more, and worse… Where is your honour, mighty Sith? Surrendered, squandered, never possessed at all. Little wonder she ran and runs from you so desperately. He closed his eyes and turned from Organa, toward the door. But a hand suddenly darted out, catching his wrist, halting his motion. His hand twisted in reflex, freeing itself; he turned back. Organa’s eyes were open, hazed but wide in her flushed face. “Why?” she mumbled, her voice hoarse, indistinct. He narrowed his eyes, bending closer. “What?” “Why do you seek her so badly?” He lifted his chin, drew back. “That is not your concern,” he said, his voice ice. “Is,” she replied muzzily. “If I tell you, I’m responsible.” He relented. “I’m not going to hurt her, if that’s what you mean.” Puffy eyes rolled to stare at him. “Then…why?” He was silent for a long time. “Because,” he said at last. “I must.” To his utter shock, she lifted her hand and touched his cheek, her fingers grazing lightly across the faded scar there. “You must have loved her very deeply once, to hate her so,” she whispered, sounding profoundly astonished. He opened his mouth, unsettled, but her eyes rolled back into her head and her hand dropped. “I don’t hate her,” he said anyway. “I – need her.” He stared at Organa’s still features for a time, then lifted her hand, gently placing it by her side. “She belongs with me,” he whispered to the unconscious woman. “She belongs here. I need her.” He stared at her face for another moment before rising to stride from the brightly-lit cell, his boots ringing hollowly on the dull metal floor. Organa broke, eventually; everyone did. Her eyes bloodshot and shadowed with darkness, her fine hair dull and tangled, she whispered the location of the base where the remaining Rebels would be found. Her lips bleeding from where she had bitten down on them, she closed her eyes, her head lolling in wearied defeat. As he turned to leave, she opened her eyes and hissed, with tears edging her voice for the first time since she’d been brought to the cell, “Damn you, Vespasian. Damn you to hell.” He smiled, and said, “Too late, dear princess.” He left for the base. It was another space-station, this one more run-down than the last, and poorly defended. They came from behind the sun: undetected, merciless. The Rebels never stood a chance. Still they retreated into the core of the base, firing sporadically as the boarding crews stormed through in dark uniforms and white armour. His stormtroopers forced them back with the dogged brand of ruthlessness they so excelled at, and soon enough the Rebels were holed at one end of a large empty bay, the Imperials at the other end, a wide space between. The Rebels stood in confusion in their grey-yellow light armour and their black blast-helmets; the stormtroopers waited, stoically. Such was the scene that greeted Luke as he strode through the doors behind his troops. Jelsu turned, saluted. “The Rebels are gathered as you ordered, sire.” His eyes were carefully free of question, his tone perfectly flat. “I can see that,” Luke said, irritated. Jelsu’s eyes went even flatter; he flushed slightly. “Sire,” he said. It wasn’t like him to be redundant – mindless adherence to formality was a quality that Luke despised. Perhaps Jelsu’s discomfiture with the situation was beginning to tell. Luke would have to consider finding a new retainer. Later. He strode forward. Stormtroopers stood aside respectfully, revealing the Rebels. A visible wave of dismay and fear ran through the grey-yellow group as he stalked forward; a few of them drew back as he halted at the head of the Imperials, his booted feet spread apart in parade-rest, hands on his hips, cloak spilling behind him. He surveyed the ragged group. Most were still wore their dark blast-shielded helmets, concealing their features from view. As though such an effort could save them now. Tension grew, trembling taut in the processed air as he scanned them, as they shuffled and bowed their heads and stared back at him. “You can’t run this time,” he announced at last, flat-voiced. “There’s nowhere left to go.” Silence. The Rebels looked at one another. His Imperials stood behind him, motionless. “I have you now,” he went on. “And you can’t escape. Not this time.” Another silence. “Come forward,” he demanded, sharply now, losing what little patience he had. “Show yourself, or more Rebels will die.” He paused a moment, then added silkily, “Or doesn’t that matter to you, my dear hypocrite?” The Rebels were beginning to mutter amongst themselves. “Silence!” he snarled, and they started. Some eased back further. He waited in the absence of noise. Nothing. She would push him to his limit. Why had he expected otherwise? “Very well,” he said at last. “You leave me no choice.” He turned to his troopers, white and silent behind him. “Seize them all,” he directed. “I seek a woman – tall, well-spoken, with a scar on her left cheek. Do as you wish with the rest.” As he spoke, down by his side, he lifted two gloved fingers. Wait. And, sure enough, “That will not be necessary,” spoke a low woman’s voice. Smooth-toned and detached, cold like ice; he knew it well, so well. He turned. A figure stepping through the ranks of Rebels. She wore the grey-yellow armour and the black helmet, dark shield lowered, but he knew the sinuous, precise step. She halted halfway between the two groups. “I am here,” she said simply. He walked over to her. She stood much as he remembered, with poised and arrogant natural dignity, her chin tilted, her leg bent. “So you are,” he said, stopping before her. In the polished surface of the blast-visor he saw his own eyes, gleaming and golden and perverse. “You’ve made my life very difficult,” she said neutrally. “You’ve made mine a living hell.” The helmet moved; she was shaking her head. “Not I.” “Yes,” he breathed. “You.” He reached and lifted the helmet from her head. Her hair was dyed chestnut-brown and curled softly around her face; the eyes that met his blankly were a pale blue. How strange, he thought distantly, that she chose that colour. He raised a hand to her soft hair, twining his gloved fingers through the warm brown tresses – gently, at first, and then with abrupt violence, his fingers tightening to yank her hair, to tilt her face upwards. Crushing her against him, he pressed his mouth to hers, hungry, aroused, aggressive. She didn’t fight him. But her hands closed on his tunic, very tightly, both holding him and restraining him. She tasted like fire on his lips. When his mouth parted from hers, she let out a short, sharp breath, warm against his lips. Her eyes opened, that eerily pale-blue gaze drilling straight into his. His hand was still tangled in her hair. Her hands gripped his tunic. He smiled, slow and feral, and moved his mouth to her ear. “Mine,” he whispered, the word a curse, a promise, slow and naked with desire. He released her hair, sliding gloved fingers along her jaw, touching her red-raw lips. Her hands opened. He stepped back. Eyes on his, she lifted her chin. Her gaze was sardonic, defiant, angry, soft. So many things, each one an enigma. Just as she was. He smiled and turned to command his troops. “What do you intend to do with the Rebels?” she asked later, alone with him in a private anteroom off the main bridge of his ship, the Despoiler. He turned from the view of the stars. “Kill them, of course.” He spoke as though she had asked whether space was black. She walked toward him through the semi-darkness. Her eyes were flat now, as unknowable as the blue sky whose shade they currently mirrored. Untouchable, inscrutable, endlessly enthralling. They held his as she walked, as she stopped before him. She lifted her fingers to the faded scar on his cheek and breathed, “Must you?” He touched the back of her hand. “Shall I have them live for you?” His voice was soft. She inclined her head, and he kissed her white fingers. “As you wish, my lady.” A breath parted her lips. She half-closed her eyes, her head tilting slightly – in relief, perhaps. Her throat was pale, her skin smooth, her hair tumbling in soft brown waves across her shoulders. Drinking her with his eyes, he felt dizzy. So long, he’d sought her. It was difficult to believe this wasn’t merely another dream; that he wasn’t going to wake aching for her at any moment, alone in his silk sheets and fetid luxury. He touched her pale cheek, his fingers hesitant. Her eyes opened, met his. They deepened. He pulled her close, tasted fire on his lips. She gave; he took, ravenously; and there was searing, exquisite restoration. Later, in scented darkness, he ran naked fingers along the curve of her back. She shifted against him, bare heat in the gloom, and he breathed the softness of her hair. Eventually he slept, dreamlessly. She lay and stared into darkness as he clung to her in sleep. ~END PART ONE~ ======= ======= ..... so he's got Mara back. But she has an agenda all of her own.... More info on Luke's past coming up in the next post.
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Jedi_BMK Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 4/22/05 4:44pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/22 -- Restitution
	Very well done. You do so well writing Luke's desperation. However, Mara almost seemed to give in too easily to his advances which makes me wonder just what her motivations are. More please. -----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: 4/22/05 6:21pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/22 -- Restitution
	Wow, that was awesome! Wonderful writing and a fantastic story! And the ending was so dark and sensual. More please. 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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AvenKiel Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 4/22/05 6:48pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/22 -- Restitution
	He's in trouble now.... great post! -----signature----- I'm a naughty little Kitty... Meow! Grilled Cheese..... mmmmmmmmm..... http://www.livejournal.com/~jediliz/ I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't dance , sing and hop around all day, I'd probably die. Death from fidgeting!
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Jedi-Tiger-Lilly Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/22/05 7:22pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/22 -- Restitution
	Incredible story. I can't wait for more. Dark Luke is very dark indeed. -----signature----- "The Jedi travel to the stars; and wait; and hope, with a candle in the window." Master Yoda - Dark Rendezvous Newborn Empire http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/19545501/?0
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Mirax_Corran Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 4/22/05 7:43pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/22 -- Restitution - Date Edited: 4/22/05 7:47pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Mirax_Corran
	de-lurks That was..WOW! I'm really speechless, and it takes something to do that to me (read: I LOVED IT!!) I teared up when Mara left, and again when she came back. It's very emotionally charged. I don't usually read Dark Luke, but this intruiged me. I like the idea of his eyes changing color. I mean, Palpy didn't always have yellow eyes, did he? Mara has an agenda of her own, eh? That's no less than I would expect of her. Can't wait for part two. ~Myra PS- re-lurks -----signature----- "Pretty. What do we blow up first?" * * * * The Wise Words of Myn Donos * * * * Fics in my profile
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Stargazer-19 Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 4/22/05 7:51pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/22 -- Restitution
	Wow, and I thought Darth Vader had issues! Great chapter! It's going to be interesting to see just how Luke got to where is now. -----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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skywalker64089 Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 4/22/05 8:21pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/22 -- Restitution
	Whoa. You're creeping me out with this one. I love it. S. -----signature----- [link:http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/22177775/p1/?0]Shifting Space[/link] Mara Jade & Luke Skywalker: Took them long enough!!!!!! Slicer of TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths
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RebelPrincess Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 4/22/05 11:50pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/22 -- Restitution
	He's so creepy! I love it! This is such an awesome fic...I can't wait to see what happens in part 2. What's Mara up to? Very interesting indeed... Well, I'm camping out for the next post -----signature----- ROTS: Best. Movie. Ever.
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 4/23/05 5:23am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/22 -- Restitution
	Very dark and creepy! Please, may I have some more. Now??? A wonderfully dark story. I don't know how else to say it. I'll write more later when I'm not dealing with two hungry dogs! -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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