Summary - After Luke Skywalker has been picked up by Mara and Talon Karrde as his X-Wing was dead, drifting in space, Luke finds out what it means to be hated. But something about the beautiful red head who is out for his blood reminds him of a long-forgotten dream.
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NC-17
between a rock and a hard place
She watched him from afar, her blaster always trained on him. For two days now they were making their way through the ancient forests on Myrkr and up until now she had controlled her anger and suppressed the urge to kill him. He killed my life, he killed my Master, Mara Jade told herself silently. I should do it swiftly and rid myself of the urge.
Standing up and determination lining her face, she checked her blaster and walked over where Luke Skywalker was sitting on a fallen tree stump, meticulously wiping away caked mud and leaves off his small astromech unit. Mara frowned when she reached him, his turned back telling her and everyone to see that he was unsuspecting and trusting her.
I have never shot a man in the back, she thought and stepped over the tree stump to come face to face with Skywalker as she stopped in font of him. His face raising, he watched her out of blue eyes and for a moment Mara felt a stab of recognition run through her. She had seen these eyes before, but where she was not sure.
Raising her small blaster, holding it only a few inches away from his chest, Mara shook off her troubling thoughts. Time to die!
"Why do you want to kill me?" his gentle voice cutting through her resolve like it was non existent.
"You killed my Master!" Mara bit out and stilled her quivering hand. Blue eyes bored into her and although she knew that here on Myrkr the Force had no power, but she felt strangely spellbound by this man she was about to kill.
*Kill Luke Skywalker!* she could still hear the last words of her late Master.