Title: Destination: Naboo Time Frame: This is a little tricky, since I usually ignore much of the pro fic, but use SOME of the elements from it. I'd say probably 4-6 years after The Last Command....but with Luke and Mara married a lot earlier, there are no 16 year differences between cousins in my fics! Characters: The Big Three & Mara Skywalker; Some surprises along the way Genre: Drama and a little comedy Disclaimer: Mara Jade is created by Timothy Zahn. Luke, Leia, and Han are originally the creation of George Lucas. I am just playing in the sandbox. Note: This is a rewrite of my original that I wrote several years ago. The original has fallen to the Truncated side of the Force....so I decided to refresh this story and re post it! Chapter One: The Quest & A Vision His wife's pregnancy had changed everything. When Mara had shown him the “+” sign, he had been filled with joy. A great sorrow that had once filled him greatly diminished. His deepest desire, to learn the fate of his and Leia's mother – then came to light. That is why today - today was the day when he and Leia - though it had taken some convincing and persuasion, were going to meditate on the images and feelings she had once spoken of, not that long ago. It had begun with the news, after a family dinner, that Leia was finally going to be an Aunt and her children were going to have a baby cousin. Following the celebrating and hoopla, he had taken her aside and spoken quietly of his desire and one request – though it would be hard for her – to reach down into her subconscious – the source of her very earliest memories – and try to retrieve those specific memories. At first, Leia had resisted the idea – it had taken her a few years to reconcile with the fact that her father had once been the Sith Darth Vader, until Luke pointed out it was his good side – the man that was their father Anakin – that had saved him on the second Death Star so many years before. Finally, a few days ago, Leia had contacted him and told him she was ready. She was expected at his and Mara's apartment any moment. Because Luke knew from experience that distractions could taint meditations, Mara had volunteered to help assist Han wrangle the Solo “angels”. When Leia heard that, she had chuckled and wished Mara good luck and thanked her for her bravery. She also said that Jaina would enjoy that. Before she left, Mara had brewed two cups of what Luke called his “meditation tea”. It contained calming and relaxing herbs to help them focus even more. Leia arrived shortly after Mara left to go to the Solo penthouse. Luke handed her a cup of the tea, “Are you ready for this?” Leia straightened herself and leaned back against the couch. “Yes.” She took a sip of tea and all her worries and anxieties left. They closed their eyes at the same time and clasping Leia's hands in his own, Luke reached down into the inner sanctum of the Force. He searched her deep subconscious looking for the long buried memories that would hopefully reveal what they both desired – their mother's name or some other identifying characteristic, to help them both. At last, he found something and “opened it” An image appeared The woman was clearly in pain. Her chocolate brown eyes were only half open, as more intense pain hit her. “We must act quickly if we are to save the babies,” A stout medical droid informed a bearded man observing from outside the operating room. ”Babies?” He questioned, stroking his beard. “Yes, sir. She is carrying twins.” Luke realized the bearded man must have been Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan was admitted into the room just as more pain hit the woman and she winced as a tiny infant's cry was heard. Another attending droid held up the screaming infant. “It's a boy.” Its monotone voice announced. “Luke.” The woman said, her voice starting to weaken. She touched the baby's forehead and then winced again as more pain shot through her body. Again, the tiny cry of an infant could be heard. This child was held up and pronounced to be a girl. Touching the tiny face of her daughter, her voice barely above a whisper, she said. “Leia.” Obi-Wan looked from the tiny infants to the brown haired woman on the table, and squeezing her hand as gently as possible, he said, “Padme, your children need you. You have to hang on.” Padme looked at Obi-Wan sadly, “There is still good in him. I know it.” With that, her eyes closed and the hand that Obi-Wan had been holding went limp. As the vision ended, the tiny cries of the newborn twins could be heard.