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StarFighter5 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 5/4/05 1:45pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	Wonderful. You helped to make my day a bit better. I see a possible resolution to all of this, but I think it best to keep it to myself, so that I don't turn out to be wrong. It's always fun to have theories to see if they work. You're descriptions are so tangible I can feel Luke's migraines, and I've never even had one. I love the imagery. I see it as this dark cloak that I can throw around myself and "see" through the characters eyes, "through the looking glass" so to speak. I must say YAY! for that. Luke is in pain, Leia is confused/condemmed/disgusted, and Mara...well I haven't decided that yet. I now have things to consider while waiting for the next post. -----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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AvenKiel Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 5/4/05 2:09pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	Oh!! Poor Leia's babies!! -----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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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 5/4/05 6:08pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	Jedi_BMK: Thank you! Although, now I have to wonder just how Mara learned the truth about Leia and why she doesn't think Luke should know. We will find out how Mara gained that knowledge eventually. I’m writing a sequel from Mara’s POV that covers the years she was away. As for why Luke shouldn’t know – he’s already very conflicted when it comes to Leia. Some part of him recognises the link between them, even if he doesn’t know what it is exactly. Finding out why it exists wouldn’t help any – in fact, it would probably make things worse. But it was important that Leia know... AG88: Thank you. Glad you’re enjoying the story. Killik_Twilight: passes tissues It’s a bit that way. Ah, angst. Thanks for reading! Stargazer-19: I wonder how Mara found out that little tidbit of information... Considering not even Vader knew, it is pretty strange. Jedi_Anais: How does Mara know about Leia and not Luke? Though I doubt Luke knowing that Leia is his sister would change his decision. Poor Luke seems to be to far gone for that. Makes you wonder.... And you're right about Luke being too far gone for his relationship to Leia to change his mind. Thanks for reading. RedGold: Yes, very dark Luke. Mara’s saving Luke, remember? Darth_Ishtar: Why do I have the feeling that Luke will find out about his sister, anyway? .... or that he already knows on some level? We’ll see. Thanks for reading. Mirax_Corran: I'll start by saying that I don't usually read Dark-Luke. Well, I’m glad you’re reading this one. Mara’s source will come out eventually. Thanks for reading. VaderLVR64: Thanks. I thought that section might be a little over the top, but couldn’t resist the temptation to let loose some major angsty-ness. It’s important to understand that he’s not a happy Sith Lord. (Is there such a thing?) Glad you’re enjoying the story! StarFighter5: I see a possible resolution to all of this, but I think it best to keep it to myself, so that I don't turn out to be wrong. It's always fun to have theories to see if they work. That is good. Then you can feel proud of yourself if they do work, and no one will know if they don’t. I have dropped some hints through the story, but I think they might be fairly obscure. They always seem obvious once you know what’s coming, don’t they? You're descriptions are so tangible I can feel Luke's migraines, and I've never even had one. Neither have I, actually... I don’t imagine they’re much fun. Especially in Luke’s case, where they’re semi self-inflicted. I see it as this dark cloak that I can throw around myself and "see" through the characters eyes, "through the looking glass" so to speak. I must say YAY! for that. When I wrote Luke, I really wanted readers to be able to relate to him, to gain some understanding of where he’s coming from. It’ll be easier once more of his past is known. I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying it so far. AvenKiel: Poor Leia! And poor Han...
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FelsGoddess Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/4/05 6:17pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	Whoa. I just read this and it's incrediable! I haven't read many Dark Luke, but this is by far the best one. I look forward to your next update! Excellent job! -----signature----- Knighted by Tahi
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RebelPrincess Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 5/4/05 10:19pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	Agh! More questions are raised!! You're torturing your poor readers! I loved the post - Luke's interactions with Mara are superbly written. And Mara's little discussion with Leia...very interesting indeed. I keep re-reading all the posts because I love this story so much I can't wait for a new one to read! I'm still camping out! -----signature----- ROTS: Best. Movie. Ever.
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RebelPrincess Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 5/6/05 10:13pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	What's this doing way back on page 4?? Sending this up! -----signature----- ROTS: Best. Movie. Ever.
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Mirax_Corran Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 5/7/05 8:57am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	I'm still camping out! So am I! This story is grrrrreat! -----signature----- "Pretty. What do we blow up first?" * * * * The Wise Words of Myn Donos * * * * Fics in my profile
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 5/8/05 6:45pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings
	FelsGoddess: Thank you! RebelPrincess: You're torturing your poor readers! Aw, come on, admit it... You like being tortured. Glad you're enjoying the story! Thanks for the ups, guys. DRL's being a huge pain... The new post will be up in a couple of minutes.
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 5/8/05 6:51pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/3 -- Siblings - Date Edited: 5/8/05 6:56pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Knight_Aragorn
	Okay, here it is. Apologies for the shortness, and well, oddness. Only two more to go after this! ======= ======= He sat sprawled, legs before him, watching the shadows. The pain and depression had grown severely worse as Organa’s execution inched its way closer; his head, as he sat in the gloom, was filled with darkness and writhing lucent lines. From behind the gloved hands pressed over his face, he could see things seething in the shadows of the room. He ignored them, as best he could. The gloves stank of metal, of blood and machinery. He breathed the harsh scent and felt its coldness sink deep inside him. There was a flash of golden light; he flinched, then realised it was only the door opening. A slender form stood against the light a moment, then slipped into the dark room. Whiteness gleamed softly in the gloom. Mara. He closed his eyes. Her skirt brushed his trousered leg as she stopped before him. He lowered his hands, looking up at her. She extended a pale hand; he caught her fingers. She sank down into his lap, coiling around him gently. He put his arms around her. She leaned against him, her breath heat on his numb skin. He ran his fingers over her gown, tracing the shape of her body in an absent, engrossed way. His hands eventually came to rest on her waist, and he bowed his head to her shoulder. Neither of them spoke. After a time, she shifted. He obligingly loosened his hold on her, and she pulled back to lay her hands on either side of his face. Her dark eyes scanned him; then she pulled back further, twisting to her feet gracefully. She extended a hand, slender fingers opening. Again, he took it; this time she pulled him to his feet. A hand on his tunic brought him close, and she whispered, “Dance with me.” He stared at her. Her eyes glittered strangely in the gloom, unwavering from his. He took her hand and led her across the room, through the door and out onto the private terrace that bordered the office. It was a relic of some earlier time, there when he’d first taken the palace years ago. Unlike the gardens, it stood open to the elements and was in substantial disrepair. Bushes and trees grew wild around and amidst the worn paving stones, some reaching well over his head, dark shapes against the dark sky. The wind howled around them, whipping his cloak in the night and tearing at her gown and unbound hair. Neither paid any attention; his eyes were on hers, hers were on his. He lifted his hand, open for her fingers. Han Solo, Admiral of the New Rebel Alliance, turned from the wide viewscreen, the empty and glistening starscape that held no mystique to his hazed eyes. He met the gazes of those sitting around the brightly-lit table before him: his comrades and fellow soldiers, the leaders of the New Alliance, a roll of the should-be-dead. Admiral Wedge Antilles, General Biggs Darklighter, Intelligence head Winter Celchu, her husband Admiral Tycho Celchu, General Wes Janson – all ones who, like him, could remember the first, disastrous Rebel Alliance. “We move now,” Han said bluntly into the waiting silence. “We go in with everything, hold nothing back. There will be no escape. No reprieve. The Empire will die.” Five sets of soldiers’ eyes looked back at him, unwavering. “The Empire will die,” they echoed, voices overlapping, out of sync, identical in unswerving harshness of resolve. Han smiled grimly. She placed her hand in his, slender fingers white in the moonlight against the darkness of his glove. His hand slid around her waist; hers went to his shoulder, resting there lightly. Her eyes bore into his, and he did not look away. They danced. The motions of war swept into gear. Planning was no dilemma: they’d had the basic schematics long threshed out – it was only a matter of twisting them to fit the mould of circumstance, applying flesh to the bones of tactic. Wedge and Tycho fell to the task. Darklighter and Janson mapped out fleet movements, and Winter sat silently shifting orders and instructions, tiny figures on her datapad representing lives lightyears distant. Justice spread its coiling, delicate fingers as the plans fell into place, and freedom whispered its song hesitantly, fearful of reprisal. Her hair writhed in the night, a living thing, flowing between fire and darkness in the shadow and silverlight. They glided over the worn pavers to the coldness of the moonlight and the violence of the wind, dipping, whirling, eyes locked together. His cloak thrashed in the grip of the wind, splaying to eclipse the pinprick stars. It took all night to draw the disjointed facets into a unified whole. As the details came together, the sense of grim anticipation grew in the confines of the room; Han watched it hum in the processed air. He felt nothing himself – only the burning, aching absence that had been his constant companion through the past days and months. His gaze swung to the stars, searching blindly as though to pierce the yawing emptiness, to find some inkling of connection in the faraway points of light. But there was nothing; the darkness stood silent before his scrutiny, surrendering none of the secrets sequestered in its greedy heart. Han turned his eyes away in pain and defeat. They danced to a song from the past, carried on the night wind and moonlight. For a boy, for a girl, for a gleaming hall under shining lights. For ignorance. That world lived again between them awhile in the wind-torn darkness, wondrous and achingly frail, golden gossamer threads stretching through the shadowed decades to bind them in the night. The distant music swelled, lifted high by the wind. Ghosts flickered amidst the darkness, fine and faceless in trailing gowns and opulence, soaring with them across trailing weeds and worn pavers. He saw them, reflected in the dark depths of her eyes. He saw all there. They danced on. “We’ll find her, Han.” Wedge said as they gathered their things, his voice curt, hard. “That Rebel-butchering monster won’t take Leia.” “Vespasian will pay for his inhumanities,” Winter said, her voice low and cold. Han knew she was thinking of Alderaan: there was a darkness to the eyes of those who had survived Alderaan that knew no equivalent elsewhere. There was a silence, dark-edged and taut. Each of them had suffered in some way at Vespasian’s black-gloved hands. The Despoiler, he was called throughout the galaxy. And, even quieter, in whispers that flicked from ear to ear, The Broken One. “Vespasian will see justice,” Han said. He thought of Leia, his strong, beautiful wife, held at Vespasian’s non-existent mercy in the cells they called the breaking rooms… Han’s hands curled into fists; his voice bled dark certainty. “He will pay.” When they went their separate ways, they did so with resolve, knowing the end to decades of unbroken darkness was in sight. The Despoiler would be despoiled. The Empire would die, unmourned and forsaken. There would be no reprieve. But the golden threads were spidery and delicate, as achingly ephemeral as life itself. Sundered with ease by the turning winds, they were torn with angry, intangible fingers into the night. Stripped of its wealth, the dance was empty; the night, cold, beneath pale winter stars. They slowed, stopped. She closed her eyes, bowing her face to his shoulder, her chin tucked against his tunic. He looked up, into the night sky. His hand stroked her back. A long time passed. Silently, he brushed her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the glittering tears. They parted then; each recoiling, in their own way, into the darkness of the night, to their separate but intrinsically interwoven pain. ======= ======= Next post: Luke and Leia...
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Mirax_Corran Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 5/8/05 6:58pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/8 -- The Dance - Date Edited: 5/8/05 7:05pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Mirax_Corran
	Wow! Again, all I can say. Great postie! But where's Hobbie? Wedge, Tycho, Wes, but no Hobbie! OMG! So Han is going to try and save Leia. I KNEW it! Yay! But if he hurts Luke . . . Mara's gonna save himl right? Great post! Myra EDIT - first post! -----signature----- "Pretty. What do we blow up first?" * * * * The Wise Words of Myn Donos * * * * Fics in my profile
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JadeLotus Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 5/8/05 9:16pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/8 -- The Dance
	Admiral of the Alliance, eh? Poor Han, he's lost that Solo spark. I loved the juxtaposition between Han's story and Luke and Mara's dance. My favourite line: His cloak thrashed in the grip of the wind, splaying to eclipse the pinprick stars. Wonderful. -----signature----- You are the only thing that makes sense Just ignore all this present tense
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ThePariah Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 5/8/05 9:24pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/8 -- The Dance
	My brain just exploded in awe at the unspeakable incredibleness of this post. continues to gawk in admiration whilst scraping brain goo off of computer -----signature----- Eternal Groveler to rhonderoo, VaderLVR64, Knight_Aragorn, Oba, & the SJRS crew Has a postcard from the Dark Side. "I suspect that most if not all the world's ills could be cured by humour transplants."--Karen Traviss TEMPORARY SET-UP!!!
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lurker2209 Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 5/8/05 9:48pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/8 -- The Dance
	This was incredible...You have a way of capturing the subtleties of the darkness in Luke without watering down any of it. And you capture Mara's love for a man who she knows is a monster without making it seem the slightest bit cheesy. So sad that there are so few posts left in this! ~Lurker -----signature----- "When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages a sick sense of failure falls on me and I know I can never do it. This happens every time. Then gradually I write one page and then another." ~ John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
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DarthIshtar Title: Former CR Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 5/8/05 10:51pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/8 -- The Dance
	wow, what i liked most was that the machinations of war, the necessary evils they're carrying out in the name of loyalty, seem so detached for a while, but the way you write them intertwined as a montage between Empire and NR makes them have meaning. -----signature----- "I feel like a more down-to-earth Pink 5 when I'm writing Leah. Same attitude, less lip gloss." ~Me on how to get in the right mindset for Twilight fanfic.
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RebelPrincess Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 5/8/05 10:58pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 5/8 -- The Dance
	Wow once again! I loved how you kept switching between the dance of Luke and Mara and the "dance" of war - looks like Han and the New Alliance are setting things into motion. His cloak thrashed in the grip of the wind, splaying to eclipse the pinprick stars. Very cool imagery I can't wait for the Luke and Leia post. -----signature----- ROTS: Best. Movie. Ever.
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