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Beyond - Legends "So we'll go no more a-roving" (oneshot, post-Sacrifice)

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  1. JadeLotus

    JadeLotus Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Title: So we?ll go no more a-roving
    Author: JadeLotus
    Rating: PG
    Setting: Post-Sacrifice
    Category: Angst
    Summary: Three men who loved Mara Jade reflect on her death.
    A/N: The poem featured is by Lord Byron




    [FONT=Lucida Grande][COLOR=#2a2a2a][/COLOR][/FONT]
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    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I]So we'll go no more a-roving[/I][/FONT]
    [FONT=inherit][I]So late into the night,[/I][/FONT]
    [FONT=inherit][I]Though the heart be still as loving,[/I][/FONT]
    [FONT=inherit][I]And the moon be still as bright.[/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
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    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]Lando hadn’t intended to fall in love with Mara Jade.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]In the beginning she was simply a challenge, another beautiful woman to chase - and the more she resisted him, the more dogged his pursuit became. He quickly convinced himself that he loved her, that if he could actually catch and keep her, he would be finally caught himself. The more time he spent with her, however, the sooner he came to realise that Mara Jade would not be that woman for him. His contest for her affections became a running joke between them as they both understood his pursuit not genuine, but instead was Lando’s way of showing his regard for her. As for Mara, she tolerated his advances, and eventually, he liked to think, enjoyed them, although she would never have admitted it. He had loved her, just not in the way he had first thought. Instead he had considered her a close friend - probably the only true female friend he had aside from Leia.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]It was all Lando could think of as he mutely watched the news of Mara’s death broadcast across the holonet. There were endless tributes and interviews from people who had probably only met her once, to make up for the silence on behalf of her family who had so far avoided the media. Lando himself had been contacted for a statement, but for perhaps the first time in his life, he had no desire to talk. He recognised that anyone who actually [FONT=inherit][I]knew[/I][/FONT] Mara would not say a word to the press.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]Tendra made him a drink and enfolded him in her arms, offering whispered sorrows and comfort. “I talked to Leia,” she told him softly.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]“Thank you,” Lando answered, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. He wanted to speak to them himself of course, but didn’t feel like he was in a place to offer condolences. Tendra must have realised that. Eventually, he would speak to Luke, although he knew it may be months, perhaps even years, until they were both ready to talk about her out loud. Luke had been his friend for longer, but Lando felt that Mara had always understood him better. They shared the same business brain, although they geared it in very different directions. The one time they had tried to run a business together it had been a disaster – in professional terms at least. He still thought fondly of the hours they had spent together, getting drunk and committing their alcohol-fuelled ideas to flimsiplast, and then trying to make sense of them at a later stage. His wife now filled that role of business partner, and while she was a much better fit for it, Lando sometimes missed Mara’s straightforward style. She had never tried to spare his feelings, in fact had done her best to cut him down whenever she got the chance. He never thought he would miss that, but life – or the Force – was funny that way.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]“You know, I once gave up the [FONT=inherit][I]Falcon[/I][/FONT] to try and impress her,” Lando said, and managed to smile.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]“Oh, Lando,” Tendra’s tone was not quite patronising. She rarely let him get away with self-indulgent behaviour either. “I think that was just a convenient excuse.”[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]“Maybe.” He’d believed it at the time, though. He’d always been a romantic that way, even to women like Mara who were not impressed by romance. But she’d been a gambler, as he was – that was one thing they shared. She had always bet big on the Sabacc table – making the most of the hand dealt to her; and the worse her hand, the harder she bluffed. He wondered if that was what had gotten her in the end – [FONT=inherit][I]all in[/I][/FONT] with the determination, but not the strength to back it up.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]Not a bad way to go, Lando considered. Unlucky, perhaps, when the game turned on you without warning. But you had to keep playing, and when the best opponents left the table, you respected their skill by fighting all the harder. That, he considered, was the least he could do for her.[/FONT][/COLOR]
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    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I]For the sword outwears its sheath,[/I][/FONT]
    [FONT=inherit][I]And the soul outwears the breast,[/I][/FONT]
    [FONT=inherit][I]And the heart must pause to breathe,[/I][/FONT]
    [FONT=inherit][I]And love itself have rest.[/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
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    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]Karrde had always been careful never to become a father figure to any of the people under his command, because he felt that any kind of familial affection marred his relationship with them. He believed in honesty and loyalty in business, but he had always resisted making his crew a family, because families made decisions based on emotion, rather than practicality.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]When he had first met Mara, it seemed that she represented all of those qualities and ideals he held so dear. She was quiet and kept to herself, but he quickly learned of her loyalty on a smuggler’s run when she, quietly and without fuss, exposed one of his administrators who was taking his own share out of Karrde’s profits. Mara explained to him afterwards, quite matter of factly, that she could just as easily have kept the crew member’s secret, and taken her own share of the swindle, but that just wasn’t the way she was. It had nothing to do with him specifically, she’d made clear, but he’d given her a chance by hiring her and she didn’t take that for granted.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]Yet, somehow, in the intervening years, she had worked her way into his heart, so much so that he’d agreed to give her away at her wedding. Neither of them had been quite comfortable with the connotations of that act, and had an unspoken agreement never to discuss it again. He had selfishly asked her to withdraw slowly from his organisation, ostensibly because she seemed to know the work better than he did, but truthfully because he knew he would miss her shrewd judgement and unobtrusive company. While he liked Luke, and more importantly, respected him, Talon had resented him for the sudden shift in Mara’s loyalty and allegiance. [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I]“It took him ten years to decide that he loved you,” he’d told her, “and suddenly you’re getting married?”[/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I] [/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I]Mara had fixed him with inscrutable expression, and had shrugged. “I’m not asking you to understand.”[/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I] [/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I]“Mara, I understand,” he’d explained. “You’ve just always been so cautious with each other. I just thought you would take things...slowly.”[/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I] [/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I]“You’d think so, but...” Mara had given him another shrug. “And it’s not a Jedi thing either,” she’d continued. “Since I know that’s what you’re thinking.”[/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]She’d been right – since it was the only aspect of her he didn’t quite understand. Her Force abilities were always something he’d been thankful for, but had never quite trusted. In Karrde’s mind, marrying Luke was taking Mara away from his world and into the world of the Jedi. Trading was about erudite practicalities and tangible facts, whereas the Force was about faith and while he had never doubted Mara’s conviction, he had thought it would be difficult for her to find a balance between the two. So he begged her to stay and tie up the loose ends her departure from the Smuggler’s Alliance would leave.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]It had taken more time and energy than either of them had anticipated, and it hadn’t been long before the guilt had set in. Karrde could see the change in her, see her missing Luke and long for the life with him that she had chosen. But she had never complained, and her work had never suffered, so while Karrde had felt regret at causing her such disquiet, he’d also felt an overwhelming sense of pride. He’d felt ready, then, to let her go.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]When Talon learned of her death, he ordered life on his ship to go on as normal, because he believed it was the way she would have wanted it. A minimum of fuss, she would have said, and would have expected no work to be put aside or ignored on her account. Not even Shada tried to comfort him, and that was the way he preferred it, although he knew she organised a memorial of sorts in the mess for the crew, to pay their respects to someone who had helped shape the organisation, and the galactic trade itself. Karrde appreciated that, but instead chose to retire to his cabin, not to mourn, but to reflect on the good times they had shared, how he had watched her grow from an angry, guarded and troubled young woman into a determined, resilient, slightly less guarded woman who had become a wife, mother and involved leader of the Jedi order. If someone had told him of the path Mara was to walk when he had first met her, he would have laughed in their face. Or perhaps not, he considered. She had always been someone who had seemed capable of anything – especially the unexpected. [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]He would miss her terribly. But Talon had lost enough comrades and friends to put aside the pain and instead appreciate the impact they had had on his life. He had never expected to have to do that with Mara, who he would have wagered would outlive them all, but habits of a lifetime were not easily cast aside. Mara would be the first to chastise him for treating her death differently to any of the other people he had lost over the years. He realised how often he thought about what her advice would be when he made a decision, although he had seen so many more years than her.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]Talon pledged to himself to remember her vivacity and aggression for life, and her utter belief in herself, even when she was wrong. He would remember her in her son, who embodied her fierceness. He would remember her most in the quiet moments, when she had been silent, but hard-working and accomplished. For Talon, that was when she had excelled, when he had loved her the most, when she had been the greatest support to him and the most giving of herself.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]He would remember everything. [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
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    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I]Though the night was made for loving,[/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I]And the day returns too soon,[/I][/FONT]
    [FONT=inherit][I]Yet we'll go no more a-roving[/I][/FONT]
    [FONT=inherit][I]By the light of the moon.[/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
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    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]For Luke, the nights weren’t hard. At least, not like he thought they would be. There was an emptiness there, and not just in the bed beside him, but in his entire being. He would lie awake, longing for rest but unable to sleep as his mind swirled with thoughts and memories. Her presence was still there, her light, fresh scent still clinging to the pillow and sheets and Luke feared the day when it would fade, be smothered by his own no matter how much he tried to preserve it. The skin follicles that she had touched would die, the hair she had run her fingers through would be cut and discarded, the clothes that she had bought him would come apart at the seams and dissolve. It was life renewing itself, and yet erasing the firm stamp Mara had put on him. She might have enjoyed the irony, but he certainly didn’t.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]Night was a time of waiting. His heart jumped as a soft breeze whispered through the room, and wondered whether it was her, calling out to him. His ears strained against the silence, listening for her voice, for a voice within him, anything to tell him that she had found the path, found a way to cling to the physical universe as Obi-Wan had done.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]At the time he had been relieved to be able to see her body – a part of him suspected that he wouldn’t have believed it otherwise. Would not have accepted that his wife had been defeated.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]There had been many words of comfort from others– that were [FONT=inherit][I]meant [/I][/FONT]to be of comfort – saying that at least she had died in battle, like a warrior, like she had lived. Hollow words from people who did not know what else to say. She had been a warrior, yes, she had fought all of her life against herself, against him and the universe, and finally against evil, but she had [FONT=inherit][I]deserved [/I][/FONT]better. She had wanted it. [FONT=inherit][I] [/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande][FONT=inherit][I] [/I][/FONT][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]And to succumb to poison...that made it all the more difficult for Luke, because he knew it would have annoyed her. They had fought that battle, and won. And yet, he thought he had won the battle against the Sith as well, and that had not lasted, either. He despaired at the pointlessness of it all, even moreso because he knew he would keep fighting, for Mara, for Ben...but also because there was nothing left to do but fight. [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]He’d taken her body back to Coruscant, surrounded by stone, duracrete and metal. It was what she would have wanted. Coruscant, despite its bustle, its impersonal, unforgiving nature, had always been her home. She belonged to the city as a part of him would always belong to the deserts of Tatooine. [/FONT][/COLOR]
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    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]Luke pressed her last note – [FONT=inherit][I]don’t be mad farmboy...[/I][/FONT] in the pages of his favourite book – the one Mara had always teased him for reading. It was pointless, she said, to own something so cumbersome and heavy when ten times the information could fit on a datadisc. He liked the smell, the feel of the weight in his hands, the words on the page that couldn’t be erased. She scoffed, but sometimes she had caught her reading it, turning the pages reverently. Because she had liked things that were real, too.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]He treasured that note – and cursed it as well. There was no mention of who she had gone to fight – he now knew that it hadn’t been Lumiya – no clue to indicate who he could go after for justice. It wasn’t like his wife. Mara was not impulsive, like he was...like their son was. She had always been the pragmatist. Frustratingly so, at times, but when it had mattered most...[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]He couldn’t deny a part of him was angry at her. Livid at how distant they had become, that she couldn’t trust him enough to back her up. It was as if they had regressed to the very beginning of their marriage, when she’d had such trouble trusting him with anything, before she’d learned to balance independence with intimacy. But then he understood that it had always been part of her nature to flee when she couldn’t face things, to take all the burdens upon herself so that she didn’t have the share the pains (or the glory) with anyone else.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]He hadn’t cried - he couldn’t let go enough to weep for her. Perhaps it was because he kept expecting her to appear, perhaps he just didn’t want to adjust to life without her. He knew in time, that he would, because that was what Luke Skywalker did – he took loss in his stride and never breathed a word of his pain because he had always needed to be the strong one, for someone, for everyone.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]He knew that he would never be a farmboy again – he was Luke Skywalker, a symbol, not a man. A life made up of titles, father, brother, friend, Master, but missing the one he felt truly made him whole. Never just [FONT=inherit][I]Luke[/I][/FONT], anymore.[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande] [/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#2a2a2a][FONT=Lucida Grande]He thought that was what he would miss the most.[/FONT][/COLOR]>
     
  2. RebelMom

    RebelMom Jedi Knight star 6

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    He knew that he would never be a farmboy again ? he was Luke Skywalker, a symbol, not a man. A life made up of titles, father, brother, friend, Master, but missing the one he felt truly made him whole. Never just Luke, anymore.

    He thought that was what he would miss the most.

    This part brought tears to my eyes.

    I enjoyed the other introspections as well. It's nice to see how others felt. I'd like to see Leia and Han's as well.
     
  3. Gabri_Jade

    Gabri_Jade Fan Fiction Archive Editor Emeritus star 5 VIP

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    So, so beautiful. [face_love]

    It's really lovely to see reflections on Mara from three such different men; not least because, of course, because each of them have such a different perspective and such different feelings for her. The result is that the reader gets a very layered look at Mara, and a better feeling for just how much was lost for so many when she died. All three of them feel perfectly in character, and I love all the little details you've included. Luke's section in particular is heartbreaking, because it feels so completely real and authentic.

    Wonderfully poignant and lyrical. Thanks for sharing. [:D]
     
  4. Knight_Aragorn

    Knight_Aragorn Jedi Master star 4

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    Jun 15, 2003
    You posted here! :D I already rambled at you plenty on your LJ, but I do love this story. Especially in the way that you give depth to Lando and Karrde, men whose role in Mara's life is often overlooked. And Luke's part is just heartbreaking in how accurate it is. Wonderful work. =D=
     
  5. JadedSkycrawler

    JadedSkycrawler Jedi Youngling star 2

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    JadeLotus, all three of those were wonderful, especially this bit in Luke's:


    [blockquote]Her presence was still there, her light, fresh scent still clinging to the pillow and sheets and Luke feared the day when it would fade, be smothered by his own no matter how much he tried to preserve it. The skin follicles that she had touched would die, the hair she had run her fingers through would be cut and discarded, the clothes that she had bought him would come apart at the seams and dissolve. It was life renewing itself, and yet erasing the firm stamp Mara had put on his life. She might have enjoyed the irony, but he certainly didn?t. [/blockquote]


    :_|

    Some truly fantastic writing there. [:D]



     
  6. dancing_star

    dancing_star Jedi Master star 4

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    He hadn?t cried - he couldn?t let go enough to weep for her. Perhaps it was because he kept expecting her to appear, perhaps he just didn?t want to adjust to life without her. He knew in time, that he would, because that was what Luke Skywalker did ? he took loss in his stride and never breathed a word of his pain because he had always needed to be the strong one, for someone, for everyone.

    He knew that he would never be a farmboy again ? he was Luke Skywalker, a symbol, not a man. A life made up of titles, father, brother, friend, Master, but missing the one he felt truly made him whole. Never just Luke, anymore.

    He thought that was what he would miss the most.

    :_|:_| Oh, this just about broke my heart! Poor Luke! :_|

    This was so beautiful, poignant, and real. @};- Lovely, wonderful work- you are so talented!:) Being a Luke fan, I enjoyed his part the most, but all of it was fabulous!
    Hugs for writing such a sad but stunning masterpiece! [:D]
    =D= =D= =D= =D=
     
  7. VaderLVR64

    VaderLVR64 Manager Emeritus star 8 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    So very beautiful! It was lovely to see how Mara's death affected those around her, and not just her family. That's how it is when we lose someone we care about - that sphere of influence extends far around us if we've done things right. At least, that's how I feel. You've shown that here, and flawlessly.

    Night was a time of waiting. His heart jumped as a soft breeze whispered through the room, and wondered whether it was her, calling out to him. His ears strained against the silence, listening for her voice, for a voice within him, anything to tell him that she had found the path, found a way to cling to the physical universe as Obi-Wan had done.

    Perfection. =D=
     
  8. Jade_Pilot

    Jade_Pilot Jedi Master star 5

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    Dec 10, 2005
    You had me crying at: "For Luke, the nights weren?t hard." :_| Thank you for writing this. I keep hoping that some miracle will undo all that Delray hath wrought. *sigh*

    Bravo! =D=

     
  9. ginchy

    ginchy Jedi Master star 4

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    May 25, 2005
    You just know how to break a heart, don't you, girl? Wonderful job at doing what (among many things) you do best--the heartache just fairly oozed off the screen here.

    Wonderful to have you back!
     
  10. Philomena

    Philomena Jedi Youngling star 1

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    Feb 26, 2008
    =D= Amazing story, JadeLotus! All three perspectives were wonderfully written; I especially enjoyed Karrde's part since he's been just about non-existent in profic since Mara died. [face_frustrated]

    Night was a time of waiting. His heart jumped as a soft breeze whispered through the room, and wondered whether it was her, calling out to him. His ears strained against the silence, listening for her voice, for a voice within him, anything to tell him that she had found the path, found a way to cling to the physical universe as Obi-Wan had done.

    This part got me all weepy. You're definitely a gifted author, JadeLotus.

     
  11. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Game Host star 7 VIP - Game Host

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    Aug 31, 2004
    Beautiful. Perfect. Each voice, each depth and quality of emotion. Glorious. Amazing. Your words have always been emotively powerful, and this is no exception. Luke's section, of course, resonated with me the most and I agreed with every word. Ever since HTTE, I have wanted for her what I want for all those I love and care for: long life, peace, happiness, a soulmate to share their joys and pains with. I feel that everyone was cheated of that, and you expressed that cosmic unfairness very poetically. Huggles!! Welcome back. Now, you can forget the AU that never was and give us L&M forever-without-end. :) @};-
     
  12. Jedi Trace

    Jedi Trace SouthEast RSA star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    So poignant and heartbreaking, JL. :_| When you first mentioned this, I couldn't quite picture it, but it's beautiful - a fitting tribute, to 'hear' from the men who were most important to Mara. @};-



    When Talon learned of her death, he ordered life on his ship to go on as normal, because he believed it was the way she would have wanted it. A minimum of fuss, she would have said, and would have expected no work to be put aside or ignored on her account. Not even Shada tried to comfort him, and that was the way he preferred it, although he knew she organised a memorial of sorts in the mess for the crew, to pay their respects to someone who had helped shape the organisation, and the galactic trade itself. Karrde appreciated that, but instead chose to retire to his cabin, not to mourn, but to reflect on the good times they had shared, how he had watched her grow from an angry, guarded and troubled young woman into a determined, resilient, slightly less guarded woman who had become a wife, mother and involved leader of the Jedi order. If someone had told him of the path Mara was to walk when he had first met her, he would have laughed in their face. Or perhaps not, he considered. She had always been someone who had seemed capable of anything ? especially the unexpected.

    That paragraph, in particular, rang SO true! That's exactly how I imagine things went on the Wild Karrde.

    [:D]

     
  13. Flowerlady

    Flowerlady Jedi Master star 4

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    Oh, wow...This was just beautiful...the whole thing. I loved seeing Lando's and Talon's thoughts as much as Luke's.

    It was so heartbreakingly poignant....:_|


    =D=



    FL @};-
     
  14. Jedi-2B

    Jedi-2B Jedi Master star 4

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    Wonderfully done. This really emphasizes how much Mara affected other people, contrasting against her portrayl as a loner when she was first introduced. =D=
     
  15. divapilot

    divapilot Force Ghost star 4

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    Nov 30, 2005
    Beautiful -- the scenes with Luke are especially poignant, where he still senses the lingering remnants of her presence. :_|

    I love how you show how she affected three kinds of people -- friend, "father," and lover. She meant something special to each.

    Elegant and touching.
     
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