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               A SQUADRON OF four troopers lead Prince Luke Organa of Alderaan on a gallows’ march down the vessel’s main corridor, sidestepping the bodies of the prince’s fallen crew members with the sentiment of spare parts. Darth Vader towers at the end of the hall, terrible && cloaked in black, another poisonous symbol of the Empire’s overreaching power. 

               He stands with long limbs && an actuary’s grace, as if the Sith lord expects to one day be called to account for his every movement. As if the corpses of the entire worlds he’s demolished rest on his shoulders, && he’s strong enough to stand it anyway. But with his hands resting on his hips like so, he almost looks like he might chastise the prince, the way a parent would when they catch their child doing something they shouldn’t. 

               The comparison is disconcerting; as if a creature like Vader could act paternal towards another. 

“Luke.”

Cloaked in worn and blood soaked robes, Obi-Wan appeared outside the base of the resistance, without so much as an explanation on how he found them. Weary and wounded, he passed the guards and sentries, not a single person noticing him as he called out to his student in his mind. 

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The man leading her down the hall was a tall, thin gentleman in his fifties. He was the Prince’s closest advisor, and had basically raised him alongside the Organas. Passing his background screening had been the most difficult part of the whole thing. He was protective of the young senator, and it left Mara tasting the bitter tang of jealousy. The Emperor, Vader, both would probably throw her to the wolves before letting themselves come into harm’s way. She was sure this man would die for his master.

Passing into the appropriate wing she listened to the man drill on about regulation and how things worked and where everything was. Remembered what was important but smiling none the less as he went on and on until they reached a set of tall doors, and he turned to look at her once again. “You will bow your head when the Prince greets you, you will call him Your Highness and after that Sir or Senator Organa, not Luke.”

The mock saluted him and he narrowed his eyes before activating the switch to send the doors sliding open, leading Mara into Luke’s private wing of the palace, which began in a sitting room and extended to his office and chambers. He bowed at the waist, and Mara followed suit, awkwardly curtsying. “Sir, I’ve finished swearing in the personal aid that you requested. This is Mara Jade.”

Mara’s green eyes flicked from the man to Luke, studying them a moment before she smiled softly. “I’m very please to meet you, your Royal Highness.”