MARA JADE

Retreat

by BioDread

"Once you start down the Dark path,

forever will it dominate your destiny."

Mara Jade began the long descent from the entrance of the Jedi Temple. The sun was just topping the eastern spires of Coruscant, golden light spilled across the busy courtyard below, illuminating the graceful statues that lined the boulevard leading to the domed Senate edifice. Mara wore her shoulder length crimson hair loose today, it fluttered in the morning breeze. She wore a dark scarlet tunic and snug, black slacks tucked into gleaming black boots. A slender dragonskin belt clung to Mara's sensuous hips, a blaster pistol was strapped to her right thigh.

"Mistress Mara!" called out Jaina Solo from the tall doorway of the Temple. The young Jedi knight raced to catch up with her former teacher.

"I thought you would still be sleeping," said Mara, continuing her climb down the stairs when Jaina reached her side.

"Please don't go, Mistress! You can still stay at the Temple!"

"I'm not your teacher anymore, Jaina. You're a Jedi Knight now."

Jaina took Mara's right hand and held it tight. "Please stay!"

Mara met the young woman's intense gaze. "I can't feel the Force, I don't belong here anymore. Don't worry, I survived for a long time on my wits and aim after the Emperor died, I can take care of myself."

"I'll miss you," sniffed Jaina.

Mara hugged Jaina affectionately, then let the young Jedi go. "Good-bye, Jaina. May the Force be with you, always."

Jaina stood upon the steps and watched Mara descend to the wide courtyard. Mara was quickly swallowed up by the dense crowd.

***

"She's a good ship, I'll give you forty-thousand credits," offered the Calamarian ship trader.

"I'm looking for a trade," replied Mara, evaluating the line of ships to her right.

"I have many fine vessels, do any of these interest you?"

Mara stopped in front of a slender light freighter with twin laser cannons set below the forward cockpit. Wing vanes were fixed on either side of the engine housing, a cylindrical dorsal engine pod rested above the vanes.

"A YV-330?" inquired Mara.

"Modified heavily by the previous owner. She's called the Emerald Lance," supplied the eager trader, his large, spherical eyes rotating from Mara to the ship and back.

Mara walked the length of the ship, noting the concussion missile tubes hidden behind a starboard hatch, the laser cannon turret on the ventral hull, the fire-linked ion cannons. The Emerald Lance was sleek and deadly, exactly what she wanted.

"I'll take it," smiled Mara, offering her hand to the excited Calamarian.

***

The sky was darkening when Mara reached the top of the cliff. She brushed snapping strands of scarlet away from her face, the tower stood before her, made of brown sandstone, gleaming with spray from the crashing ocean below.

Mara tentatively entered the foyer of the tower. A spiral stairwell ran up to the top, Mara began climbing, her footfalls echoing through the shaft to her left.

Luke had kept his private chamber spartan. There was a small bed to the right, a window across the room looked out onto the rolling, man-made sea, a desk and a small chest sat to Mara's left. Mara crossed the bare floor of the round room to open the panoramic window port. Cool, salty air blew inside, ruffling Mara's hair. She went to the desk and sat down. The desktop was clear, Mara bent forward to open the nearby chest. The unlocked container held spare clothes and a tattered black glove. Mara recognized the glove, it was the one he had worn after his right hand had been seared by a blaster hit from one of Jabba's guards. Luke had removed the glove after the death of his father, it had reminded him of the duel, when he defeated his father with the Dark Side's help. The glove had been a warning, the Dark Side could claim him just as it claimed Vader.

Mara unhooked the lightsaber from the back of her belt, Luke had given it to her, his first gift during their long, sporadic courtship. Mara blinked back tears as she gently set the lightsaber inside the chest. She brushed her fingertips over the black leather glove, then she lowered the chest's lid.

***

The ocean breeze caressed Mara's bare shoulders. She tossed and turned in the small bed, her hands clutching the sheet covering her.

"Come to me," whispered the young man.

Mara didn't recognize him, except for the bright, golden eyes. The Emperor had eyes like those, radiant with the power of the Force, the Dark Side.

"You were my father's Hand, now you will be mine. Come to me, come to Belsavis."

Strong hands rested on Mara's bare shoulders. The young man drew close, he was handsome, with long, black hair and a wiry body. The young man was naked, just as Mara was, she felt his manhood brush her pussy, his breath was warm across her breasts.

"You were my father's favorite, I see why," smiled the young man, his hands caressing Mara's buttocks, the backs of her slim thighs.

Desire blossomed inside Mara, she draped her white arms around the young man's neck, she kissed him softly, his lips hot, feverish as the Emperor's had been.

"Kneel to me."

Mara fell to her knees in the black nothingness of the dream she shared with the Heir. She kissed her master's cock, her lips lightly sucking the rounded tip. She stroked the young man's testicles as she licked along the rising shaft, she purred when his left hand combed through her slick, red hair. Mara tilted back her open mouth so her master's prick could slip inside. She began bobbing her head, sucking hard on the young, naked Heir's manhood, her nipples aching when he touched them with his fingertips. The Heir's cock became larger inside Mara's mouth, it pressed against her teeth, slick with her saliva. The young man grasped Mara's head and pushed her away from his musky crotch, he groaned as he climaxed, squirting sticky cum across Mara's face. Mara looked up at the Heir with adoring, green eyes, she licked the semen that dripped from her lips.

"Belsavis, Mara Jade. Belsavis."

Mara moaned and shuddered in the sweat-soaked bed. She snapped her eyes open, she could feel the honey between her legs, sticky and warm from her trembling cunt. Mara ran a shaking hand through her damp hair, she slowed her pumping lungs, her hot skin gradually cooled.

"The Emperor's son," murmured Mara. She flung the drenched bedsheet away from her nude body, she slipped off the bed and searched for her clothes. The summoning whispered within her mind, soft, teasing, irresistible.

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