Luke’s gift felt cool and heavy in her hand as Mara contemplated its significance. It was more, she knew, than him wanting to offer something as thanks for her help. There was meaning to the lightsaber she now held and, knowing Skywalker, probably some kind of lesson there. She’d been teasing about his farm boy candor, but she knew it wasn’t in his nature to manipulate or control. It was, however, in his nature to leave it to her to draw the right conclusions on whatever he was trying to teach her.
He’d barely made it to the door when she called after him, telling him to wait. “I’ll come with you.” It was a conscious decision to leave her past behind her and move forward to a new life. For the first time, she was truly free to make her own choices.
Just then, a strange fog seemed to creep over the roof. It only took moments for Mara’s view of Luke to be obscured and for her to get the sudden sense of danger or foreboding through the Force.
“That’s not creepy,” she muttered, igniting the lightsaber’s blue-white blade as she trying to navigate through the fog toward where she was certain the door leading off the roof had been.
She never made it to the door, but the fog eventually cleared to find her standing somewhere that was definitely not Coruscant. Or anywhere else she’d ever seen before.