This is my entry for the L/M challenge thread. It's a roulette challenge, meaning I had to roll the dice and see what three elements I had to use in my story. The three elements I got were: -Unplanned pregnancy -Mace Windu -Dagobah This will be a multi-post story, so while all three of these things will be mentioned in the first post, they might not appear yet. Don't worry. We'll get there. Conception Luke Skywalker sighed and pulled off his formal Jedi robe, hanging it on a rack near the door. Another long day of reports, meetings, and briefings. He'd been eager to create a new Jedi Order, but he hadn't realized how much bureaucracy would go into it. He'd planned a simple, straight-forward method of teaching students on Yavin IV, where they could learn and then go out into the galaxy and use the teachings for good. That had lasted about five years. Chief of State Mon Mothma, in a bid to make herself look good, had offered to help the Jedi restore the old Jedi Temple on Coruscant. The Temple had been turned into the Imperial Palace when Palpatine had become Emperor, but Mothma had merely moved all of the politicians on Coruscant to the Senate Tower, leaving the "Imperial Palace" open to become the Jedi Temple once again. Luke had eagerly accepted, knowing that they would need more space as he acquired more students. Unfortunately, accepting Mon Mothma's gracious offer apparently "indebted" him to her, so the Jedi had become servants of the New Republic. That arrangement had been carried down for the last twenty years, and now the Jedi were just as politicized as they had been in the waning days of the Old Republic. That was it, Luke decided. He was going to figure things out. He wouldn't repeat the mistakes of the old Jedi. Recently, he'd discovered the holo-journals of the Jedi Master Mace Windu. He was going to pore over the information and see what changes he needed to make. He was seriously considering pulling off Coruscant completely. "Long day?" Mara asked. Luke glanced up. Mara walked out of the bedroom. She wore utility pants and boots normally worn by Jedi, but she'd removed her tunic and was wearing only a white tank top. He crossed the room to hug her and kiss her on the cheek. "Not long," Luke replied. "Just boring." Mara smirked suggestively. "Well, if that's the case, I can think of a few ways to alleviate the boredom, Master Skywalker..." * * * Oh, no, this can't be happening, Mara thought. She was over fifty years old; she should be eagerly anticipating her twenty-year-old son Ben's wedding and the grandchildren that would proceed from that union. But not this! She walked out of the 'fresher and into the bedroom. To her surprise, Luke was packing a bag with a few changes of clothes and some old datapads. Oh, he was not leaving now, of all times! She strode toward him. "Where are you going, Skywalker?" she asked. He glanced up and smiled. "Dagobah. I need some time to think, and it's a good a place as any to do it." "But Luke, I–" "Don't worry, Mara, I won't be gone long. And besides, Ben will be here. And Leia, Han, Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin." "Luke..." He kissed her on the cheek. "Love you. See you soon." "But I–!" He was already out the door. She sighed. "Love you too." But I'm pregnant.