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All that Luke Skywalker had accomplished in the short years since the destruction of the Death Star was commendable, there was no denying that. He’d evaded countless attempts on his life - no matter how hard Mara tried. He’d destroyed the remants of the Empire - no matter how hard Mara fought against him. And he had converted Mara away from the Dark Side - no matter how hard Mara resisted him.
Not necessarily to the Light. Not yet. But at least she had been pulled away from the Dark. And now he had done the nigh unthinkable - he’d established a Jedi Academy on Yavin IV. Dozens of Younglings had come from all over the Republic to learn from him, all running around excited and thrilled to be here at the feet of their hero.
And they weren’t the only ones who’d come to learn, but Mara would never admit that she was there to learn too. Observe. That’s what she called it - or rather thats what her pride would allow. She refused to put herself on the same level as the literal kids running around, nipping at Luke’s heels and trying to get his approval like a puppy.
No matter how much she thought it endearing - in an annoying sort of way - when she watched him teach the little pups.
But now it was after sundown. All the kids were in their beds, and Mara had received a summons to come to the gym for saber training. Apparently, she ‘needed to learn to not give way to anger during fighting’ or something ridiculous like that.
“Alright!” she announced, coming into the gym with her saber in hand. “I’m here...I’m surprised you have the energy to face off against me after spending all your time playing baby sitter.”
