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tourbillion | n | a whirlwind or something resembling a whirlwind

Mace Windu accepts the responsibility of mending the relationship between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn no matter the difficulty or struggle.

Jedi do not feel jealousy.

That is what Obi-Wan Kenobi keeps telling himself, each time he sees his master smile at Anakin or ruffle his hair or kneel down to his eye-level.

Qui-Gon was by no means cruel to him as a boy, but even now their exchanges are shadowed heavily by ghosts. Anakin has none of the baggage Obi-Wan shares with Qui-Gon. He is an opportunity to start fresh, no weight of past failures.

Obi-Wan does not blame his master for wanting out of this doomed apprenticeship. He has spoken to other masters that have impressed upon him the gravity of the situations he has overcome since he was thirteen years old. They emphasize that some Jedi older than him have not handled similar situations as well as he has. Obi-Wan wishes he could have told them that he had to overcome, heal and move on, because his master was adamant that a Jedi did not dwell on the past and did not mourn indefinitely.

Obi-Wan wonders if Jedi are allowed to heal.

“Padawan Kenobi, you seem unwell.”

He looks up from where he is sitting in the meditation garden.

Master Windu peers down at him with warm brown eyes that hold none of the usual hardness he has seen in the Council chambers.

Obi-Wan knows a Jedi never lies, but he also knows a Jedi lies to diffuse the situation if necessary.

His master is right over there. Ten yards away. Engaged with Anakin.

“I am very well, Master Windu. Thank you for your concern.”

But he does not move. Except to block his view of Qui-Gon and motion toward the Temple.

“I would appreciate it if you would take a walk with me, Padawan.”

Obi-Wan takes the offer for everything that it is and is not. A chance to escape the visual of his master nurturing and doting on a young, impressionable boy. But it is also likely a ploy to get him to open up.

He will see.

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Luke looked up from his embrace with Han and Leia, and nodded to the other party present.

“Hello Mara,” he said. “It’s good to see you.”

“Good to see you too, Luke,” she said, and it seemed to Han as if the hard edge of her voice was just a trifle softer than usual.

Showdown at Centerpoint by Roger MacBride Allen


The adventures of Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade; aka, something goes wrong on the mission where we have to dress up and go to a fancy event, but we make it out of there anyway, with Sebastian Stan as young Luke and Emily Blunt as Mara Jade.

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“You all right?”

He’d expected a sarcastic comment or at least a withering glare. He wasn’t prepared for her to reach out and grip his hand. “I want you to promise me something,” she said in a low voice. “Whatever it costs, don’t let me go over to C'baoth’s side. You understand? Don’t let me join him. Even if you have to kill me.”

Luke stared at her, an eerie chill running through him. “C'baoth can’t force you to his side, Mara,” he said. “Not without your cooperation.”

“Are you sure of that? Really sure?”

Luke grimaced. There was so much he didn’t know yet about the Force. “No.”

“Neither am I,” Mara said. “That’s what worries me. C'baoth told me back on Jomark that I’d be joining him. He said it again here, too, the night he arrived.”

“He may have been mistaken,” Luke suggested hesitantly. “Or lying.”

“I don’t want to risk it.” She gripped Luke’s hand tighter. “I’m not going to serve him, Skywalker. I want you to promise me that you’ll kill me before you let him do that to me.”

Luke swallowed hard. Even without the Force, he could hear in her voice that she meant it. But for a Jedi to promise to cut someone down in cold blood … “I’ll promise you this,” he said instead. “Whatever happens in there, you won’t have to face him alone. I’ll be there to help you.”

The Last Command, Chapter 24, by Timothy Zahn


Luke saw a slender woman descend from a custom-designed craft that bore the cross-hatched insignia of the Smugglers’ Alliance. “Mara Jade!” he called. “What did I do to deserve the honor of your presence?”

Mara flashed a fast, sharp-edged smile at hime. “You don’t deserve it, Skywalker,” she said, “but I came anyway.”

He strode forward and clasped her hand. She withdrew quickly, glancing at the close-cropped weeds on the landing grid and then staring up at the dizzying height of the ancient Massassi pyramid.

“Want to go inside?” he asked.

“No, let’s go for a ride in my ship,” she answered. “I need to talk to you about something.”


Mara pretended to frown. “You expect me to give you important information like that for free?”

Luke stared at her in silence for a full second, then smiled. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, I do.”

Mara laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me a bit from you, Skywalker.”


She pulled her nimble craft hard to starboard in a tight loop and shot over the treetops back toward the Great Temple. “The other reason I came in person,” Mara continued with some uneasiness, “is that occasionally—for some unknown reason—I almost look forward to seeing you, Skywalker. Not often, but there are times.”

DARKSABER, by Kevin J. Anderson


For a second her thoughts flickered to Skywalker. He’d been lost in deep space, too, awhile back. But she’d had a reason to find him. No one had a similar reason to find her.


They were approaching the monitor anteroom just behind the Katana’s bridge when Luke abruptly jerked. “What?” Han snapped, looking quickly around down the corridor behind them.

“It’s Mara,” the other said, his face tight. “She’s in trouble.”

“Hit?” Han asked.

“Hit and …  lost,” Luke said, forehead straining in concentration. “She must have run into one of the ion beams.”

The kid was looking like he’d just lost his best friend, instead of someone who wanted to kill him.

–DARK FORCE RISING, Chapter 28, by Timothy Zahn