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JEDIFLYSWATTER Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 4/28/08 10:34pm Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - Luke/Vader/Palpatine/Mara/OCs -- Update 4/26!
	I had to read that post twice to make sure that I got it. That was very complex with alot going on. Leia in the Palace all along? Poor Mara she got her last command to kill Luke but not from Palpatine but from her new master. Great twist. Poor Luke. I really feel that he has been a inocent victum that really never knew what the hell was going on from the beginning. That he could be easily taken in by anyone that showed any compassion to him honestly or not. Sorry about your upclose and personal adventure with your toilet. That is a rough ride. Hope you did not have to notify hazmet. Remember chicken + out overnight= bad news. Super post and good luck on your final! -----signature----- New Orleans will rise from the ashes! You knew it was a rattlesnke when you picked it up. Kitty cats do not lie about love.
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leia_naberrie Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 4/29/08 2:45am Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - Luke/Vader/Palpatine/Mara/OCs -- Update 4/26! - Date Edited: 4/29/08 2:58am (1 edits total) Edited By: leia_naberrie
	This update was well worth the wait. Poor Leia. I had no idea that she had been turned. I thought she was safe on Tatooine with Obi-Wan. BTW, the Palace = Evil (The Dark Side?) Incarnate. Brilliant. When you finish, expect a long, flowery review from me. Edit: I just saw your note about falling ill. I’m really sorry about that and I hope you are better or at least get better soon. -----signature----- http://io9.com/5111680/avatar-casting-makes-fans-see-white Upset about the casting for the Last Airbender movies? Write to Paramount about it. http://aang-aint-white.livejournal.com/1007.html
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Ocelotl_Nesto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 4/29/08 9:13am Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - Luke/Vader/Palpatine/Mara/OCs -- Update 4/26!
	Nice twist! Palpy still needs to get a thumping... perhaps there is an old Lightsaber lying around that Luke can play with.
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Blue_Milkshake Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 4/30/08 8:34am Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - Luke/Vader/Palpatine/Mara/OCs -- Update 4/26!
	Great update! So sorry to hear of your encounters with Darth Real Life. Mara stared. Eighty? “You’re quite well-preserved,” she remarked. That was an understatement of gross proportions. Twansa Melgida didn’t look a day over forty. Not a single strand of white spun through her cropped black hair, and her face was smooth and unlined. Melgida grinned, flashing bright white teeth. “I have a good skin care regimen.” “I bet you do.” As far as Mara being ordered to kill Luke, if the palace gets its way she won't have to worry about that. Poor Darth Leia!!! -----signature----- Not all chemicals are bad. Without chemicals such as hydrogen and oxygen, for example, there would be no way to make water, a vital ingredient in beer. --Dave Barry
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MsLanna Title: CR GSFF Central = Offizieller Burger Brater Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 5/19/08 7:18am Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - Luke/Vader/Palpatine/Mara/OCs -- Update 4/26!
	Great update. I just hope there is hope for Luke, he seems in a very bad condition. And somehow I begin to doubt there will be a happy end. Nooooooooooo. It will be great nevertheless. -----signature----- I give up. Fett is great. "What would you have me do?" "Endure." Cuyir adate jate, bal droten ori'dush Proud Master and buir'ika of Commander_Ducky. My New Title: Lords and Ladies of the Empire
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OlorintheMaia Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 6/12/08 10:32pm Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - Luke/Vader/Palpatine/Mara/OCs -- Update 4/26!
	I just reread this. Now I can't wait for denouement! ...waiting for the big bang... -----signature----- Next time, try sculpturing. - Close Encounters Denny Crain. - Denny Crain I swear it on my cat's grave, according to the amount of sorrow in my life. Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of
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furrylittlebantha Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 6/14/08 10:23am Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - Luke/Vader/Palpatine/Mara/OCs -- Update 4/26! - Date Edited: 6/15/08 3:57pm (2 edits total) Edited By: furrylittlebantha
	Um... .... Yeah...so, lack of motivation + finals week (surprising how much can happen even if you don't actually have to take any tests)+ instantaneous switch from college to Corporate America = really, really despicable writer. But. My last chapter is being beta'ed. And I am squeaking out replies throughout today. Here's the first bit. People: seriously, I can't express how much your support has meant to me over the past year. But I'll soliloquize more about that at the end of chapter 13. --------------------- divapilot: Chapter 11 I love your little references to the movies. I can't resist. Oh, cold. How quickly Mara catches on to the reality behind the words. Basically, I think Mara Jade is butt-kicking awesome. You should have seen how furious I got at my boyfriend when he criticized Mara in favor of Callista one time. Wow. That wes epic. Anyway, I love to portray her not only as the tough avenger, but also a woman with intuition and intelligence. shock Body snatcher! Yikes! That wasn’t in the movies!!!! No, but it was in Dark Empire, dear to my heart as the only profic to really delve into Dark!Luke. Chapter 12 So Luke has merged with Palpatine and the palace-voice wants them to destroy each other. This is so twisted. Um...yes. Has Leia been the palace all along??? Since that plot point is out of the way now, I will clarify. (Here and in the summary) The Palace is the dark side. Sort of. Or possibly a manifestation of schizophrenia. Leia is involved with this mess, however. And the last command coming after she has fallen in love with him... Yes, isn't it wonderful! Diva, writing this story has been an incredible learning experience for me, and you were the best mentor I could ask for. Thank you for helping me to become a better writer and for always encouraging me. You rock. JEDIFLYSWATTER: Chapter 11 Hey Rose! First off, thank you for your replies this past year. I always look forward to them. I am surprized that Palpatine let Vader get that far into the story before showing up. If it is him. The way I see Palps, he's almost infallible but not quite. Remember from waaaaay back in chapter ten that it took him a while to become aware of Vader and Luke's little get together. Yet Luke thinks that Vader is his uncle and if Palpatine needs a trump card to really push Luke over the edge, he can though out the fact that Vader is his father. The question will be how would Luke responsed to Palpatine's manipulation. Plus how would Vader responed to the truth about his son. All excellent questions. Mara. Well I bet she does not really know what the hell is going on. LOL! Spot on. I do think that she realizes that she really cares about Luke if not loves him at this point and has complete faith in him. Boy am I going off on my own ideas! But they are good ideas. Now only two more chapters and STILL have not figured out who or what palace is. [shrug] The Dark Side, or some aspect of it, taking different forms in different people's minds. I think. Still not quite sure myself. Luke might have just been crazy. I know I am. Chapter 12 Leia in the Palace all along? No. Good guess, though. Read the summary at the beginning of Chapter 13 for clarification. Poor Mara she got her last command to kill Luke but not from Palpatine but from her new master. Yup! Poor Luke. ROTFL! That phrase says so much. It's like 'Jesus wept.' So short, but so many implications! Who knows why people like to pick on the good guys. I really feel that he has been a inocent victum that really never knew what the hell was going on from the beginning. That he could be easily taken in by anyone that showed any compassion to him honestly or not. That is pretty much an accurate assessment of the situation. Mystic: Chapter 11: * I suppose I should do it more often then. I can't give good constructive criticism (because my own writing is atrocious) so I don't post that much.* Who said a reply has to contain concrit to be wonderful? It's lovely to receive feedback of all different kinds. Sometimes a simple sentence of encouragement is really what sticks with me. Hope you enjoy the final chapter! Jade_eyes: Jade!! This chapter has you woven into it. I've been in the process of writing it for a long, long time. One little scene I had written since last fall. I plugged it in to the appropriate place, and was about to send it off to diva, when I took a closer look at it. I thought about you, and it occurred to me that I could do better. So, when you read this chapter, I swear and promise: you are responsible for the mush scene. It's very tame and like, a paragraph, but a ginormous leap for me, and... well. Hope you enjoy. Chapter 11 Fascinating stories each of them heard--so Luke thinks Vader's his uncle? Time just ran out. Oops! Glad you thought the stories were okay. I was a little worried when I started actually writing them down that it was all to verbose. Yup, Vader and Luke are both under the impression that they are uncle and nephew. Chapter 12 You write so vividly and compellingly. Not just the plot but the words themselves. Thank you. Even though I've missed this story, with the first word of the update, I was immediately immersed in the emotions again, almost like I'd been reading from the beginning without a break LOL All the intensity and little details are recalled and add spice to what I'm reading at the moment. Wow. I bow to your incredible memory! Even I have to go refresh myself on what I wrote weeks and months ago. Worried about Mara's dilemma, and of course Luke's. worried Twansa's story is very compelling and her motives very plausible. That's a lot of worry! Glad I can inspire such consternation. lol I know a bit of Xanatos' history and that's a perfect fit for the disillusioned Senator. Coolness. dancing_star: Chapter 11: What a cliffie! Wonderful, awesome update though, furry! More soon please!! I'm happy you enjoyed it. More is on the way! Jade_Pilot: Hola, J_P. Chapter 11 I was absolutely riveted to my puter screen to the very end. Unless gorilla glue is involved, that is generally a good thing. Thanks! Great plotting, furry and you know how much I love your characterizations! Aw, shucks. Chapter 12 Oh furry! hugs I hope you're feeling better soon. Food poisioing takes a while to get out of the system, so take it easy, sweetie. It was pretty much awful. I have recovered, since, then. Wonderful update! And no apologies necessary. School must always come first. Thank you. It means a lot to me to find out people don't think I'm a completely disgusting slimeball of a writer for not updating like I wish I could(and should) I'm really going to miss your kind replies! MagicToo: Chapter 11: Luke and Vader are in a bad situation. Well, it is Star Wars. Aren't the Skywalkers usually in a bad situation? Does Luke even have his lightsaber? Not his own, no. He might be able to escape if Vader holds Palpantine up. The question is, can you ever escape something inside you? If the alliance new that the Emperor was fighting Luke or Vader they might try to help. It's possible. However, the Alliance is a very minor player in this game. And the castle might help too... if that is in it's benefit... Hope you enjoy the final chapter! leia_naberrie: Chapter 11 The plotting, the pacing, the very 3dimensional characterizations of both the major and the transitory players.[i] Thank you, leia_naberrie. You've always left the most wonderful, encouraging replies. Sheesh, I can't believe it was a half a year ago when I posted chapter eleven. [i]Chapter 12: Poor Leia. I had no idea that she had been turned. I thought she was safe on Tatooine with Obi-Wan. [shrug] Not everything is as it appears. BTW, the Palace = Evil (The Dark Side?) Incarnate. Brilliant. Sweeeeeeeeet. You got it!! I'm pretty sure I wrote that scene way to obscurely. So kudos for deciphering the clues! When you finish, expect a long, flowery review from me. I'll be on pins and needles till I see it. KELIA: Hi. Chapter 11 WOW - that was an amazing update. Thank you! I'm relieved you liked it. It was a hard one for me because of all the backstory. I loved the pacing and so many dirty little secrets revealed at last. Dirty secrets are fun. In all honesty, this is really just one big soap opera, I guess. But it's fun! evil, evil cliffie No more of those! Well...I take it back...just read the chapter. Chapter 12 So Mara still has the unenviable task of killing Luke. Yup. Talk about the crap job you can't get out of--it follows her into alternate universes! I fear, though, if he is truly lost, she may not be able to do it. Hmm... Poor Obi! Eh, Ben. I don't actually have that much sympathy for him in this story track. You'll find out why...someday. Maybe. See the end of chapter 13. ginchy: Chapter 11 Oh, my. I'm shuddering at the moment--how freaky! I'm not sure I'm strong enough for this. [pats ginchy on the back] Easy there, ginchy. You can do it. It's just a story! Except Luke. He's purely real. I have to believe it. Excellent update, lady--I have a feeling I'll need to be holding on to a stuffed teddy bear or something for the next one! At least for part of it ! It's been awesome having you onboard for In Plain Sight. I'll miss looking for your feedback on this thread, a fun thing for me since post #1. VaderLVR64: VaderLVR, thanks for sticking around this story! I appreciate all your replies. The nature of fanfic is that the particpants have a pretty fluid contact (including myself) but I could always look forward to your encouraging replies in this thread. Chapter 11 My favorite post yet and that's saying something! Hope it ramps up enough in the finale to not disappoint! Chapter 12: You've captured every character flawlessly. Such beautiful work, I stand in awe. You've had so much experience as a writer, with such success and quality of work, that I hold that compliment very high. MsLanna: Oho so much to be revealed. I wonder who did that 'textbook murder'. Actually, Mara did. Back in chapter six. I'll mention that in the summary. “I know because my wife was your mother’s sister. I married Padmé Naberrie.” Tis not correct, you are right. Of course, we all know Sola was not Luke's mother, but Vader and Vader Jr. have no clue. And now... shock Palpatine crashes the father/son moment. Always! It's what he does. Can't wait to see how you'll resolve this mess. As always--with lots of unnecessary adjectives and a stunning example of my ineptness at battle scenes. :D Hope you enjoy! Chapter 12 I just hope there is hope for Luke, he seems in a very bad condition. Yup! :) And somehow I begin to doubt there will be a happy end. I guess it's all in the eye of the beholder, but wait and see. :D I've enjoyed having you reading! JediVegeta: Chapter 11 Well, everyone else took what I would have written! But nice to see that you are keeping up with writing this story. [embarrassed grin] Well, the good news is that I will never be behind a chapter of IPS again. :) Although I really hope Luke finds /and Vader? about how they are really related. Can't make any guarantees, but Star Wars is all about revelations! Creepy Palpatine and his body possessing ideas. Gah! If I read that right, he is considering doing that to Luke since he could not get Vader's "dead" child, right? I will clarify in the summary. Don't know how your ending is going to be but... Wait and see! I am looking forward to what you have up next no matter is someone dies, is possessed, or lives happily ever after! Hope it lives up to expectation. Ocelotl_Nesto: Chapter 11 Reality will definitely cloud Vaders plans.... YIPES! I would say this is at least partly true. :D Chapter 12 Nice twist! Palpy still needs to get a thumping... perhaps there is an old Lightsaber lying around that Luke can play with. It's a distinct possibility. Hope you enjoy the next chapter. :) Independence1776: It's been great having your feedback this last year! :) Each time I post I look forward to hearing what you have to say. :D Chapter 11 The way you merged the two storytelling sessions was stupendous. Thanks! I was worried about that chapter because of all the exposition. I never suspected Halla of being a Hand. * But why, oh why, didn't Vader tell Luke he was his father?* I will clarify in summary. Chapter 12 Defiant- to the last. That's the Skywalkers for you! Does he mean what I think he means?! Depends on what you're thinking. Somehow, I'm not surprised to see this order. Melgida really isn't different from Palpatine. Nope. So we have a broken Mara, Leia is a Sith, Luke and Palpatine are battling each other while their teacher watches, and a broken Obi-Wan. Did I miss anything? Well, somewhat. I will clarify in the summary. Enjoy the final chapter!! It's been great having your comments. DarthIshtar: Chapter 11 I finally caught up on this and am begging on my hands and knees with cookies baked for you to continue this! I aim to oblige. :) Chapter 12: Incredible turns of events. Looking for more. Coming soon! Jeditheskyisblue: Chapter 12 I agree why didn't Vader tell Luke that he's his Father. Look for clarification in the summary. Darth_Drachonus: Chapter 11: Added to the list! :) Gabri_Jade: Chapter 12 Oh, Gabri. You don't know how long I glowed after getting your review. :D My friend commented on the fact that I looked like I'd won the lottery, which was odd since it was a horrible time academic wise. Even now, rereading it, there's this goofy grin on my face approximately the length of the Grand Canyon. :) I'm not sure I agree with the 'richly deserved' part, but I appreciate very much your wonderful feedback on this. I hope you enjoy the final installation. I'm so very impressed by this, how you describe Mara's whole world shattering within her without ever writing anything as mundane as a plain statement of she feels or what she's thinking. This is much more poetic and far-reaching. It reminds me of one of the earlier posts, where you tell the reader that Princess Organa is angry by having Mara reflect on how some people are attractive when they're angry, and how satisfied she is to find that Vichae Organa isn't one of them - that was a shining moment for me as a reader. Such eloquent narrative. I tucked it away mentally in hopes of one day replicating my own brand of it, though I doubt I'll ever manage it as smoothly as you do. You do that sort of thing in everything you write. I am flattered, however, that you look so critically into the style I take and find so much to approve of. Thank you. This is terrifying, but so exactly as a Sith might operate. That was imagination getting away with me. Glad you thought it worked. :) Mara's emotions and the narrative's momentum are so beautifully conveyed here, and such a wonderful way to show that Mara's feelings for Luke went far deeper than she herself realized. And you laid such a fine groundwork in earlier posts that such an emotional revelation is entirely believable, and the reader feels no sense of disconnect just because Mara hadn't openly admitted such an attachment earlier. I really needed Mara's connection to Luke to be believable at this point, even though I didn't have much time to develop it. Consensus seems to be that the hints came together the right way--it's a real relief. I am just so impressed at how you weave movie and profic characters and references into the story so smoothly. Sadly often in fanfic, such mentions feel shoehorned in or self-indulgent, but not here. With the Plagueis/Palace bit especially, I practically slapped my forehead in disbelief that I hadn't thought of that before; it just fits so nicely. LOL! I really can't stay away from those movie references. I wrote a whole plotline just so I could have Melgida give Mara that 'First Command.' Also, food poisoning is one of the most awful experiences there is. I hope you feel much better very quickly. I did, thank you! :) J_R: Chapter 12 This is literally the first story I have replied to in months, and it is quite worth coming out of the woodwork for. Wow, how awesome! As a fellow woodwork denizen, I salute your appearance. :) And I love getting reviews from you. :D Mara's characterization is perfect, and her reactions are elegantly understated - no gratuitous "Mara is conflicted". I also loved the unexpected bursts of humor in Luke's interaction with Vader - Uncle Darth indeeed! lol. Well, what else would you call your uncle that happened to be Darth Vader? :D Enjoy the last chapter. Blue_Milkshake: Chapter 12 As far as Mara being ordered to kill Luke, if the palace gets its way she won't have to worry about that. Poor Darth Leia!!! I neither confirm nor deny any suppositions. :D Olorin: Nice to see you finally show up on one of my stories, you. Don't choke on the upcoming melodrama. -----signature----- Master of tjace and bi0nic. In mourning for the one year, nine months, and five days it has been since The Souls of Demons was updated. sob
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OlorintheMaia Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 6/17/08 12:45pm Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - 6/14/08 --Author Replies now and finale soon!
	gag cough dying here that happened a long time ago. -----signature----- Next time, try sculpturing. - Close Encounters Denny Crain. - Denny Crain I swear it on my cat's grave, according to the amount of sorrow in my life. Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of
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furrylittlebantha Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 6/24/08 6:18pm Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - 6/14/08 --Author Replies now and finale soon! - Date Edited: 6/25/08 7:29am (5 edits total) Edited By: furrylittlebantha
	Here's a summary of recent story events for victims of my not so recent posting. Chapter 13 is below. After a year and a half of training, Luke is ready in Vader's eyes for the Master Plan. Vader takes him up to a remote tower for the big reveal. Meanwhile, Melgida kidnaps Mara and brings her to a hideout to present her own Master Plan. Meanwhile, Palpatine prepares to implement his own Master Plan. Vader informs Luke that he is his uncle. This comes as a relative shock to Luke, who was unaware he had an aunt. This in turn causes Vader, who had no reason to doubt Luke's identity as Sola Varewe's son, to question the coverup. Luke also figures out that Palpatine had intended to possess him, as he had intended to possess Vader's 'dead' child. Family introductions concluded, they talk shop. Vader wants Luke to help him overthrow Palpatine and then depart to a more healthful environment. During this, Mara wakes up in the safehouse of the organization that supports Melgida: Bel Iblis' quasi-army, now called Ixilta. They'd been looking for a hero-type to rally the masses and generally be heroic. Mara fits the bill. Melgida introduces her to key members, persuades her to join up, and gives her two commands. The first (chronologically) is to kill Luke. The second is to destroy the Death Star with information provided by Garmonsaw Fortee, now a mole in the Imperial Fleet. Palpatine shows up at Remote Tower, a mysterious new apprentice in tow. He immediately engages Vader in a duel and Luke in a fight for his mind. The Palace makes an appearance and reveals it has been working both sides of the fence; Plageuis to Palps and Palace to Luke. It strongly implies it's the Dark Side of the Force but this could just be delusions of grandeur. Ben has a cameo wherein he angsts about his failure of the Skywalkers, including Leia. Other random but relevant reminders of previous plot points: Leia grew up on Tattooine with the Lars' instead of Luke but had close contact with Ben Kenobi. Luke arrived in Coruscant at fifteen. Timelinewise, it is now almost at the point where ANH begins. ====================== Chapter 13 ====================== Mara. The fading Luke-part in a brilliant mind sensed her first. A fraction of a second later, the other occupant of that mind also felt his servant’s approach. No, Mara, Luke moaned. He’ll kill you too. In a spasm of desperate energy, the boy fought back control of one hand and swung wildly. His fist swished uselessly through the air and within moments he was forced to retreat even further. Don’t you touch her, he snarled furiously. Palpatine responded with another gale of ravaging power. Strength nearly gone, Luke watched helplessly as yet another fragment of his personality broke loose and floated into the formless mist of his subconscious. Be at peace, young Varewé, the Emperor soothed. My hand will not end her. Yours will. --------------------------- Except for the pale columns of moonlight and silent droids, the halls of the palace were empty. A strange quiet settled itself over Mara as she made her way north. Not the emotional cauterization she experienced during missions or the micro-sharp focus of hand-to-hand combat, but simply a silence that went down to the core of her. Mara welcomed it. Somewhere, far away, she could still feel the bubbling of confusion and horror; somewhere the girl she used to be was shuddering with sobs for a might-have-been. Passing the training salles, a memory pushed at the edges of her serenity. In this room she beat him for the first time and nearly amputated his right index finger. They had to venture out into Coruscant for the services of a private physician—Mara wasn’t eager for her Master’s people to know of her little sparring sessions and Luke agreed wholeheartedly, for whatever reasons of his own. It was his first experience of the city without his handlers. They stopped at a stuffed nausage stand. Mara taught him how to pick a pocket (without the Force). They climbed a tree in a park; she’d never climbed a tree before. She remembered him stretching out along a broad limb, back comfortably settled into the trunk, eyes closed. He looked so different when he was relaxed. Harmless almost; young. She remembered the golden light on his skin, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the smooth long lines of his body against the clear air…She remembered the strange feeling she had, looking at Luke that way… Stop it. Mara looked away from the room and the memory. She would not think of that. She would think of nothing. The quiet returned. By the time she reached the steps of the tower Melgida told her of, Mara was buried so far into herself that she did not react when the door opened and Luke Varewé stepped out. “Skywalker,” she said calmly. “I am a Sith. That name no meaning,” he returned. There was an odd grate to his voice. Mara studied him, draped in black robes, eyes glowing feverishly and a saber burning in his hand. “Palpatine made you into what he wanted.” Luke’s shoulders jerked sharply. “You knew about me all along?” Mara shook her head, slowly, bitterly. “He kept the real you carefully hidden.” Bewilderment crossed the boy’s face, quickly suppressed. Mara was startled by the clean visual quality of his emotions. Not since she met him had Luke seemed so open, almost childish. “Whatever you know, Hand, your time is finished. You were a fool if you thought our Master was ignorant of your betrayal. I have trained for this moment since my Master created me, and I will not fail him—depend upon it.” He lifted his lightsaber. Inattentively, Mara called her own blade to her hand and ignited it. The hum of the two blades throbbed in the silence of the room and Mara’s mind. “How long was that, Luke? How long since you were ‘created’?” “You shall address me as Darth—” “How long?” Confusion skittered over the sculpted youth of his features. Mara had never noticed how innocent he looked. Like young child, or a farmboy straight from the fields. “One year.” His voice cracked. It sounded smaller, off balance. Mara took a step closer. “I don’t believe you,” she gritted out. “I don’t believe that all the time…all those months…he couldn’t have taken you when we began…No. It’s a lie.” The perplexity on his face began to slip. “You don’t even know me.” A spasm of anger drew down his eyebrows. “What are you doing? Stop it! I am a Sith, Lord of the darkness, and your blood belongs to me!” “No,” Mara agreed. Her voice was hardly audible, even to her. “I don’t know you. The Luke I know would never stoop to such melodrama.” “Stop saying that name!” the boy yelled. “I hate him! I hate Luke Skywalker! I can feel my master watching me, never satisfied that I’m not him!” His knuckles around the hilt of the saber grew white. “I’m not…I’m not. But it’s still not good enough.” Mara was close enough to see the ring of white around his eyes, the frenzy in them…and the faint tinge of insanity. “He’ll kill me, Jade,” Luke hissed. “This is the test. If my Lord does not find me worthy tonight, he will choose another vessel.” “Please.” The word slipped out of Mara’s lips unbidden, a plea and a warning and something else. In reply, he leapt at her. Mara Jade had sparred with Luke Varewé many, many times over the past year. Sometimes they fought fast and dirty and sometimes with a slow grace that was almost a dance, but however they fought, she could always remember it later. An archive of perfect holograms shimmering with crisply defined motions lived in her mind. From this cache, layer on layer of parry and lunge and riposte, she learned Luke. His strengths. His vulnerabilities. His style. How she could win, and when she would always lose. Tonight—tonight was something entirely different. It was only a few moments before Mara realized that Luke’s form had literally been destroyed and rebuilt overnight. He was something else. Something she was unprepared for, and could only attack with a basic knowledge of swordsmanship and a blast of sudden adrenalin. There was no method, no markers, no logical progression to the battle. Only the sense of time tearing itself apart as he pushed her with inhuman speed and slowed down her world with the realization of her imminent death. And then there was the opening. There was no time to think. A few quick, wild strokes, a faint hiss of boiling flesh, and it was done. Luke slumped to the floor, blue eyes wide. Dead. Mara stepped back. Methodically, she powered down her saber and clipped it onto her belt. Sweat was pouring into her eyes. Her breath came in fast, harsh gulps. “My god,” she said wonderingly. “I killed you.” ------------------------------------------------------- “Leia! Are you all right?” A dark-haired girl with a round face and rounder stomach grabs the corner of the countertop; closes her eyes; breathes deeply. It’s worse this time. It has never been this bad before, not even with her first miscarriage. Black spots explode against her eyelids. The pressure is incredible. Since she was fifteen years old, Leia has lived with the sensation that her skin is too fragile to contain her, that a strange mass of energy is packed into every hollow between every bone and organ and demands release. Demands to tear her frame apart. But the headaches are even worse. “Leia, darling.” Biggs reaches her side and steadies her, blank terror on his face. “Is it the headache? Are you losing the baby?” Mutely, she twitches her head ‘no’. Even that small motion sends a kaleidoscope of agony spinning through her temples. No. This is different. The same…but different. She will not lose unborn Ilse. What, then, did she lose? ------------------------------------------------------------------ Forgive, me, Anakin. The old man whispers it to an audience of silent dust motes. Ah, padawan. It will all be over soon. Please forgive me… ----------------------------------------------------------------- Vader knew the child of Padmé’s blood was dead the moment it happened. A fiery, thick black tar of rage began to churn in his heart. This warped human being, this monster had destroyed another Naberrie. By all the gods of Tattooine, Palatine would die. Luke might be gone, but his usurper and murderer would follow him into the afterlife on this night. A keening wail in the Force drew his attention briefly from his own rage. Luke… This sorrow that was acidic and self-inflicting, this grief that tore and maimed…he knew this. He had felt it when his mother’s eyes closed for the last time. It wracked him through his armor of mania when Padmé fell on fiery Mustafar. The distilled torment of a guilty soul created a signature in the Force that was unmistakable. The personality was nearly overpowered by the pain, but Vader caught the traces with some surprise. It was the Hand. The girl who Luke had made close to him. There was a moment of dull awareness when her mind touched his. He’s dead. She spoke not to him precisely, but to the Force itself in a question and damning answer all in one. Yes. Vader felt the anger once more. He is dead, and Palpatine lives. I came to kill him. My friend. Vader felt it all at once: fury, regretful gratitude, an echo of empathy, and…something else. Something was not right here. Something was missing. The fury gave him a burst of energy and he beat the two lightsabers back with renewed energy as he struggled within. Explain, Hand. Her presence drew closer, confused. I have betrayed my master. I came to kill Luke because Palpatine had turned him. All those months, and I never knew…gods help me. He’s dead. And then, the flash of illumination. He knew it. A grim smile twisted Vader’s lips. Perhaps he would live the night out after all. So the Hand had defected. Much…much stranger events were afoot. Mara Jade. You bear my thanks. What you killed, has helped me keep alive something far more dear. Luke Varewé. He did not understand the purity of her silence. The energy wore off, and he was distracted in defending himself. When her mind echoed in his again, it was so light a brush that he barely felt it. How can it be? Because it was not Luke. When Palpatine came to us, he brought his new apprentice he created and trained in secret. The boy was called Darth Scelerous. My master created him from the body of nephew. I do not know how long this clone had been alive, but it was a sad, twisted thing. It is good that Scelerous has passed into the Force. For a long moment, there was nothing—and then, then Mara Jade exploded into the Force with a rocketing joy that burned. The Sith recoiled. He wondered for a moment what his apprentice had been doing all these months with the Emperor’s Hand. The next moment, however, he nearly lost his own hand to Palpatine’s second blade in Varewé’s grasp. Jade burst out of the trapdoor to engage the boy and Vader focused on pressing this sudden change of events to full advantage. ------------------------------ Your apprentice has fallen, Luke observed. Palpatine did not answer. By now Luke hardly merited any attention at all. It was simply a matter of waiting. Luke had made a deep retreat for his final stand. It was a relatively unassailable location, and Palpatine had fallen back from direct assault. Instead, the Sith cut off his access to the Force. It was slow suffocation. In good health, and for short periods of time, he supposed he would not notice the loss. But now—now Luke’s only grasp on life was the energy field that buoyed him up through his master’s raging storm. Without it, the Force within could not flow out and the Force around could not flow in to sustain him. When Luke lost consciousness this time, he would topple from his fortress and never wake again. In light of this, Luke didn’t suppose the loss of this Darth Scelerous was a very crushing blow. It made so much sense now. With the essence of himself compressed to such density, life was quickly achieving a peculiar clarity. Palpatine spread out risk among his assets. Darth Vader was one investment. Luke another. This supposed sibling a third. It did not matter that Darth Scelerous was dead; Luke’s mind was almost wiped clean for habitation. The Emperor would win. Other thoughts crystallized in the pure silence of his dying soul. He was not meant for this. There was another Luke, another life that should have been only beginning where his was ending. If only he could live. If he could live, he would fly. He would see all the stars. With that thought came profound regret. With others, there was none. Jade. They had become friends. He was glad for Jade. Glad for Garmonsaw. Glad—for Vader, even. With these people he had shared a bond through dark times. But…but. They were not family. With that thought, a ring of blankness closed around Luke’s vision. Family, he mused. Mothers and fathers. Brothers and sisters. If only they could have loved me. Slowly, gently, like leaf in the wind, Luke began to fall. It was only in the thickening fog of semi-consciousness that he realized he was fighting Mara Jade. ------------------------ This time, Mara battled the Luke she knew. The Luke she could overcome. Palpatine’s shock was evident in the Force as she parried his every blow. In this form, her master could only use the skill and power of his host. And Mara was intimately familiar with the fighting form of this particular host. Defeating that other Luke had pushed her nearly past sanity and into a place of straight lines and razor-thin perception. She fought with an exactness, an economy of motion she had never achieved before and likely never would again. It would not last; already in the harsh sweet backwash of her joy Mara could feel her sharpness slipping away. But it would last long enough. Palpatine was weak. He was not using the full power of Luke’s body. The clone-Luke Mara beat with luck. Varewé she beat because there was no other outcome. After gaining a hard-won but inevitable upper hand, she maneuvered him to the center of the tower—directly into raised edge of the trap door. He tumbled backwards. His eyes, yellow with Palpatine’s infestation, momentarily flickered blue as the Sith lost control. Mara’s breath choked as she relived that other death, still raw and present in her mind. Come out. I know you’re here. I wasn’t hiding. You make me…lose myself. Maybe I like you where you are. In that moment, Mara saw how to save him. She loved him. They had no past as lovers, only friendship. There would be no future. But in right now, in this moment, Mara Jade loved Luke Skywalker enough for all time. Enough to face her death at his hands. With a flick of her wrist, the saber spun into the darkness, over the tower’s edge and out of reach. Luke’s stained eyes widened in disbelief. She held out her hands, empty before him. “I will not fight you,” she said simply. In a blur of motion Luke lunged up and delivered an incredible blow to her abdomen. There was a crack as a rib broke. She fell to her knees in a haze of agony, every vestige of air forced from her body. He kicked her again, harder. She recognized the efficiency to his viciousness. There would be no more taunting. Palpatine could not afford for her to live any longer. Not Palpatine, though, Mara realized a second later. Luke had grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked her head backward, a vibroblade appearing in one hand. His face swam into focus—and the tears of pain coursing down Mara’s face streamed into sorrow. There was no longer Luke and Palpatine in the mind of the boy. He was both. She gazed into clear blue eyes with a network of golden tendrils that was perversely homogenous. The blade touched her throat. She closed her eyes. “Why?” The voice was cracked and pale. Mara’s eyes flew open. It was only Luke who spoke. A second later, his face contorted in a rictus of rage, and he was gone. But somewhere he could hear her. Somewhere he had to be listening. “Because,” she said, meeting his horrible eyes through a veil of tears and blood. “I love you.” ------------------------------ The storm died abruptly. Palpatine looked about his tattered kingdom, taken aback. What is happening… Ashes moved soundlessly under his feet. Flowing in streams and columns unshaped by wind, the particles of soul began to contract. No! Wildly, the Sith grasped for the web of lighting and turbulence, for the darkness that had been his scepter and his yoke for years and years. But it had fled from this sudden vacuum. She loves me. The whisper echoed from everywhere and nowhere, barely a noise. She loves me. I have won! You are mine, boy! You have always been MINE! Ahhhh… There was a deep, tremulous sigh that reverberated through the ground. Palpatine fell back; paled. The monstrous red light surrounding him dulled in fear. Loves. It was the last thought Luke and the Emperor would ever share. In silent majesty, the swirling piles of ash and dust that made up Luke Varewé soared into the nether regions of the Force. It was a long time in rising. He went very far and saw many things. Once, near the end of his life, he would wonder what would have happened if he had stayed. But Luke did not stay. He came back—back to live, back to love. When the gray wave crashed, it swallowed up Emperor Palpatine like a stone in the sea. Luke opened his eyes. His first untarnished sight was of his uncle flinging the body of his possessor over the edge of the tower. With an ear-splitting crack and a howl of blue energy, Palpatine’s body impacted with the garden far below. For the first time in a night of profound dark, light erupted as the gardens burst into flame. It began to rain. ---------------------------- Lord Vader silently escorted Luke and Mara to the medbay, waited to hear the medic pronounce Luke relatively treatable, and then limped off to treat his own wounds. Luke watched him leave. The ominous wheeze of his respirator was audible even after the Sith had left the room. He felt a twinge of sharp worry. Vader would no longer be a part of his life, but the taciturn Sith had helped save it. Two years he’d been saving Luke, preparing him to fend off the ultimate invasion. In the end, it had not been enough, but Luke was forever indebted to his uncle. “He’ll be all right,” Mara whispered, and squeezed his hand. “You’re holding my hand,” he observed. They were sitting side by side on his sterile white bed. Mara said nothing. Luke cast a sideways glance at her. Mara was studiously examining the edge of her tunic. “Back there…” he ventured. “What you said.” A short nod. “Was it just for…I guess what I’m asking…How much did you mean it?” Mara stilled. Unexpectedly, a hot flush singed Luke’s ears. He wished he hadn’t said anything. And then, the smile. It curled up one corner of her lips, then the other, then stretched out into something joyful and bright and impish all at once—a purely Mara Jade smile. “Well, Varewé,” she replied, curling up her legs and turning to face him, “I meant it as much as you believed it.” There was nothing quite to do then but kiss her. Almost in unison with him, Mara leaned forward, tilted her head awkwardly to avoid his nose. She paused, the instant before contact; searched his eyes. “You were dead.” Her breath was warm in his nostrils. He watched a tear well in the corner of one eye and slowly trickle down. “I killed you.” Gently but firmly, Luke slipped one hand to the small of her back and cupped the other one to her cheek. “Then you brought me back to life.” Mara’s green eyes widened—then fluttered closed. Her dark red lashes swept across the paleness of her cheekbones. For a moment Luke couldn’t breathe. He leaned in. Her lips were so soft. Hesitantly, she pushed deeper, and he opened and responded and explored with her, every second spiraling up higher into a dizzying ecstasy. Completeness. Perfection. Her fingers traced slow circles across the back of his neck, through his hair. He pressed her body closer to his. The gentle rhythm of it all was unfamiliar to them both, but nothing had ever felt so right to Luke. There had never been anything like this. He wanted it to never end. When they came up for air, Luke and Mara said I love you at precisely the same moment. They laughed and kissed again. ------------------------------- Later, nestled together on the bed, Mara felt an unease from Luke and looked down at his face. He was frowning. “What’s wrong?” she whispered. He exhaled a slow breath that seemed to come from his toes. “You know…you have to know that I can’t follow you. There’s something I have to do first. I don’t know what, but I’m not the person I was supposed to be. I need to find out who that is.” Her heart sank. It was true. “I know…” “But someday, Mara Jade.” He sat up, eyes fierce, jaw clenched. His hands curved around her waist possessively. “Someday I will be my own person, strong enough to take care of myself. On that day I will return for you.” Mara laughed a little at his intensity. “It won’t be easy to find me.” “I will.” She believed him. Luke fell asleep in her lap, her fingers threaded through his hair. Eventually her neck grew stiff and she eased off the bed, sliding a pillow where her legs had been under his head. I will not see him again for a long time, something whispered to her. Part of her rebelled at the thought—most of her did. But the rest, the part of Mara Jade that had been broken by betrayal and rebuilt by love, that part felt an odd sort of freedom at the realization. Life love is a heavy weight to bear, and neither of them was strong enough or old enough to carry it now. In a few years…in a few years. They could grow up in a few years, grow strong and straight, unbent by the burden of another soul. “See you around,” Mara whispered. She touched his chin with two fingers; drew them very gently to his lips. “Be well.” And then she walked away, to her own bed waiting at the safe house, to her own new life. Tonight she would sleep hard and long. So much waited in the day. ------------------------------ Luke had a dream that night. He dreamed Sola came to him in the medbay and sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his forehead with her hand. Mother, he whispered. My, she said wearily. How big you’ve grown, Luke. How are you here? Are you a ghost? I’m a memory, child, dredged up from your own mind to deliver a message. Oh. Why couldn’t the sender just give it in person? Because he thought I’d be comforting to you. She laughed. He didn’t even realize how wrong he was until now. You never loved me. Even though he knew it was only animated vapor he spoke to, it wore his mother’s face. No, she said kindly. I never did. Why? Against his will he asked, knowing full well that the answer could only bring more pain. You already know the answer, or I would have no power to tell you. Tell me! Tell me why I wasn’t good enough. Tell me what I did wrong, Mama… Why didn’t you love me? He heard himself, but it wasn’t himself. In the dream he had shrunk until he was ten years old again, speaking in the high, shrill voice of the boy she left on the sidewalk. Because, dear one, I feared you so. Didn’t you see the terror in my eyes? I was just a child. But I never understood you. Not you, and not the strange, powerful forces that brought you into being. Haven’t you learned, my son, that mortals fear what they don’t understand? Even if it’s just a child. Can you blame me for what I am? He began to cry. Not a child’s tears; suddenly he was man-sized again, shuddering with the hoarse sobs of adulthood. Enough, Sola said impatiently. The inflections of her voice were slightly altered. This is not the purpose for which I was sent. You are more powerful than he guessed to exert such control over your own subconscious. I never loved you, Luke. But there is someone out there who does. Who? Your sister. Anya? Your real sister. The child you shared the womb with, who cried bitterly when they took you from her at birth. Who cries for you still, waking every so often with tears on her face and a mysterious ache in her heart. Leia. Sola faded…and he saw her. Leia. She was so beautiful. Though they looked nothing alike, Luke didn’t doubt and knew he never would. This was his sister. He knew it with a conviction that sang up through his bones, that gloried with recognition and ached with joy. Leia. He was not alone in the universe. There was family. There was Leia. The apparition morphed into the woman who called herself his mother. Luke felt a sudden stab of anger. How dare she take his sister away? Poor little Luke. How I wish I could have given you what you deserve. Is it really you saying that, or just my own desire? Your desire, of course. If my opinion counts for anything, though, I think the real Sola felt the same. It’s not too late for family, child. But hurry to find her before time runs out. Where? he pleaded. Where do I go? When the answer came, the voice was not his mother’s, but a girl’s, soft and high and sweet. She spoke only one word. He wished he could listen forever. Tattooine. --------------------------- Darth Vader also dreamed that night. He woke with dry eyes and even breath; no terror in the universe could wring tears or a gasp from his ravaged body. But it was a very real fear that gave him speed as he searched out his young student in the morning. Fear, rage at himself, and a faint breath of something else, some alien emotion he dared not name. When he found what he was looking for, slicing through layers of altered medical files and eighteen year old lies, it was already too late. Hope, the Dark Lord thought bitterly as a small vessel receded into the pale morning sky. Hope would drive me mad again, after all these years. Not a nephew. A son… He could have stopped the ship. He could have ringed the perimeter of Coruscant’s atmosphere in minutes. Instead, he reached out with his mind to the pilot with bright hair whose features were too far away to discern. Come back, Luke. The response was delayed and when it came, it was only a hesitant sense of questioning. I know where you are going, boy. I have seen it in your mind. The Jedi way is not what you are looking for, and it is all you will find. A palpable wall of stubbornness met him. With great effort, the Sith managed to quell his anger. Force was not wise here. Hear me, he pleaded. You are not ready to face Obi-Wan Kenobi. One day you must, but today you are not ready. You must stay and complete your training! At this, Luke’s mental presence formed itself into words. The slight exertion lowered his shields a little and Darth Vader caught a glimpse of how wounded his son’s mind truly was. For a second, all other functions were blocked out in a white flash of anger and pain. How dare they. How dare the men who destroyed Anakin Skywalker seek to destroy this innocent child as well. He missed the first part of what Luke had to say. …am finished. The agreement was that I could go now. Luke, I did not know all I know now… But with a firm mental push, Luke removed Darth Vader from his mind, and then the bright presence was gone, catapulted somewhere into the unreachable grasp of hyperspace. “My son,” the dark lord whispered hollowly. “My son.” I will find you, Luke Skywalker. And when we meet again, I think I will not find it within me to be as selfless. I will not lose you again. ------------------------------- As Darth Vader withdrew, Luke heard the Palace in his mind one last time, cold and clear. We will meet again, young master. ------------------------------- A battered hut sits alone and small in the wastes of the Dune Sea. It is the only feature in miles upon miles of dunes and heat. By all rights, the vicious sand storms should have flattened it long ago. But appearances can be deceiving, and the humble-looking hut has a foundation of steel that keeps it standing. Even when the wind lashes. Even when its color fades under two relentless suns, and the pleasing aspects of its design wear away. The hut was built by its lone occupant, and is much like him. He stands in the doorway, robes whipping about, head bared. He tilts his face upwards, shields his eyes, squints. Colorful lasers lance across the hot, pale sky, tracing intricate patterns of death. He smiles. His trap succeeded. The prey is here. I will be cruel to him, Obi-Wan thinks distantly. I will tempt him with the thing he craves and always keep him starving for it. I will never let him have it. I will never let myself love him, and he will never know Leia Darklighter. The coldness of the realization startles him a little. He thought he would feel…guilt, sorrow, anything but this calm sense of duty. “It’s for the galaxy,” he whispers. “For you, precious Leia, so you can live out your short life in peace and happiness. For the child Ilse and the Jedi Order she will found. For you…Anakin. My brother. So you may atone for your sins through him.” It is enough. It is worth the price. He will be cruel, and he will not regret it. The old man pulls the hood around his face and goes inside. Come, little Skywalker. Come so I may strip your soul of darkness and scar you with light. Come to be broken and shaped. Come, so you may become the terrible weapon I require. Come to me. ================================ The End ================================ A/N: What's Ben's plan for Luke? What's wrong with Leia, and how did she end up with Biggs? What awaits Mara in Ixilta? Unfortunately...that's sequel stuff. This was intended to be a short duology, Luke and Leia's Stories. Yeah. Right. IPS finished up at 37K, a baby epic. Speaking of which-- A huge THANK YOU!!! to the readers! This has been an incredible learning experience for me. Coming at the time of life that it did, I would have probably given up a long time ago if it weren't for you. That so many people stayed around even through long hiatuses and still had such great feedback to offer is astounding to me. You rock! Special thanks to EtahnAbaht, whose detailed critiques of each chapter forced me to consider story structure and logical progression at a level I never had before. Divapilot, your betaing skills have been priceless. This story would not have made a whole lot of sense without you. Thank you. I appreciate so much all the nominations in Saga for this fic, both this and last year. Basically...you guys are amazing and it's been a rare privilege to post this story here for you. MTFBWY! Furry out. -----signature----- Master of tjace and bi0nic. In mourning for the one year, nine months, and five days it has been since The Souls of Demons was updated. sob
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PadawanMom5610 Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 6/24/08 8:48pm Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - 6/24/08 --Final chapter up!
	I am open-mouthed and speechless. What a great ending (cliff-hanger...) to an incredible, original story. Your descriptions are breathtaking. I had missed the last 3 or so updates due to my own DRL, so I had to go back and read them. It was a rare treat. Really, really, really terrific job. Oh, and I'll look forward to learning about what happened to Leia, and about Obi-Wan's evil plan...
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leia_naberrie Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 6/25/08 1:53am Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - 6/24/08 --Final chapter up!
	Thank you for sticking it out and sharing this brilliant story with us & for wrapping up everything in the end. Sure, there are questions that only the sequel can answer, but there are still enough answers to sustain us even if you never get round to writing it so thank you once again. I promised you a long review when this is over & I will get round to it. In the meanwhile, here are some of my best parts of this update: Your summary was totally made of win. They'd been looking for a hero-type to rally the masses and generally be heroic. Mara fits the bill. (The Palace) strongly implies it's the Dark Side of the Force but this could just be delusions of grandeur. For a long moment, there was nothing—and then, then Mara Jade exploded into the Force with a rocketing joy that burned. The Sith recoiled. He wondered for a moment what his apprentice had been doing all these months with the Emperor’s Hand. This really made me . Oh Vader, you don’t want to know the details, I promise you. His first untarnished sight was of his uncle flinging the body of his possessor over the edge of the tower. Literally and metaphorically especially as the ‘his’ in ‘his possessor’ could be either Vader or Luke. Hope, the Dark Lord thought bitterly … Hope would drive me mad Loved this. So sad and so true. It’s almost as if life – or hope – or the author – is toying with him. Luke heard the Palace in his mind one last time, cold and clear. We will meet again, young master. Oooohh… And then, the smile. It curled up one corner of her lips, then the other, then stretched out into something joyful and bright and impish all at once—a purely Mara Jade smile. “Well, Varewé,” she replied, curling up her legs and turning to face him, “I meant it as much as you believed it.” There was nothing quite to do then but kiss her. I loved Mara in this chapter. She really rocked my socks off, killing the Luke-clone, not-killing Luke… and I love the idea of both of them going off to do heroic things and fight dragons and grow up and find each other again. As I said already, the sequel looks brilliant and I can’t wait to find out about Leia and what creepy!Ben is up to. But as a standalone, this story is love, love, love and I adore you for not abandoning it. -----signature----- http://io9.com/5111680/avatar-casting-makes-fans-see-white Upset about the casting for the Last Airbender movies? Write to Paramount about it. http://aang-aint-white.livejournal.com/1007.html
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Jade_eyes Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 6/25/08 3:42am Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - 6/24/08 --Final chapter up!
	Darling Furry, the beauty of your writing is astounding... the characterizations strong and real... the plot riveting... it has been a joy and a blast to read this mini epic. I eagerly look forward to the sequel... This final chapter was stunning. The L&M was wonderful especially when I didn't know that was a clone then found out it was I can understand why Luke and Mara are having to go separate ways right now--but I'm glad they shared their feelings with each other first... but I hope they're not apart too long. I know whatever Luke finds on Tatooine will be life changing. Bravo and serious huggles!!! Jade eyes -----signature----- "There was love all around, But I never heard it singing. No I never heard it at all, Till there was you."--Beatles Of & for my angel sweeties--Spock/Nyota, of course E-sib to Mira_Jade, aka Mira_Pilot Cheesecake Squggles!
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/25/08 4:43am Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - 6/24/08 --Final chapter up!
	A perfect ending to a superb story! The storm died abruptly. Palpatine looked about his tattered kingdom, taken aback. What is happening… Ashes moved soundlessly under his feet. Flowing in streams and columns unshaped by wind, the particles of soul began to contract. No! Wildly, the Sith grasped for the web of lighting and turbulence, for the darkness that had been his scepter and his yoke for years and years. But it had fled from this sudden vacuum. She loves me. The whisper echoed from everywhere and nowhere, barely a noise. She loves me. I have won! You are mine, boy! You have always been MINE! Ahhhh… There was a deep, tremulous sigh that reverberated through the ground. Palpatine fell back; paled. The monstrous red light surrounding him dulled in fear. Loves. It was the last thought Luke and the Emperor would ever share. In silent majesty, the swirling piles of ash and dust that made up Luke Varewé soared into a massive wave that climbed to the nether regions of the Force. It was a long time in rising. He went very far and saw many things. Once, near the end of his life, he would wonder what would have happened if he had stayed. But Luke did not stay. He came back—back to live, back to love. When the gray wave crashed, it swallowed up the speck that was Emperor Palpatine like a stone in the sea. Luke opened his eyes. His first untarnished sight was of his uncle flinging the body of his possessor over the edge of the tower. With an ear-splitting crack and a howl of blue energy, Palpatine’s body impacted with the garden far below. For the first time in a night of profound dark, light erupted as the gardens burst into flame. It began to rain. -----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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DarthIshtar Title: Former CR Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 6/25/08 8:29am Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - 6/24/08 --Final chapter up!
	Promise me a sequel by 11/26 or I'll cry bitterly for a week! Please? -----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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Ocelotl_Nesto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 6/25/08 10:03am Subject: RE: In Plain Sight: Luke's Story -- ANH AU - 6/24/08 --Final chapter up!
	Hmm... I hope Biggs still gets fried and Han gets into the picture... just my thinking Nice ending, but a mean Obi? Sounds like the darkside to me... Perhaps he should go to yoda instead
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