Who: Mara Skywalker and Jacen Solo What: Victim meets her killer, ...sorta. Where: Front grassy area of the Complex When: Not long after they spoke on the comms Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
It was really quite impressive how much he didn't want to be here. Of all places here, doing this. Meeting her. His aunt. Mara Jade Skywalker Oh he'd known it was a possibility, her, Ben, older versions of his parents, or Luke. The seal made things like that possible, but preparing had only done so much. When he'd felt her in the Force he'd instantly shut down. Terrified of facing this part of himself. All the things he'd done, everything he'd caused in the name of his crusade it was still Mara that haunted him. Still that look on her face when he poisoned her and her words that he was in fact just as vile as Palpatine had been that stayed with him. And now he was actually electing to meet her. Neutral territory, sure. But he'd never had to face the amount of guilt this would bring to the fore. Guilt was something he would always have on his conscience. Not for what his purpose had been. No, he stood by that. The guilt was for how he had gotten there.
He stood there, he'd brought the red lightsaber, not the green. If she wanted to fight him, it was more fitting she fight the weapon she had last fought. He wouldn't fight back of course. But he didn't think Mara would want to kill him. It wasn't in her anymore. She was the Jedi Master after all. The one who had fought her way back from the darkness. Unlike him. She'd been given a chance.
There was so much bitterness mingled in with the overwhelming guilt that was his presence in the Force as he paced the grass covered area outside the complex, waiting to meet her. It might actually have been for the best that Luke and Leia were no longer here, and Han, well maybe she'd be able to get through to him better than anyone else here.
It was good that she was here. That she wasn't dead, but as Tenel Ka had advised him, he had to face her. He had to stand before the aunt he had murdered so cruelly and talk to her and try to come to some sort of peace. Or at the very least find a way in which they wouldn't need to fight to the death. Mara had accepted that he had maybe saved himself a little with his act of sacrifice for Tenel Ka and Allana, but she didn't know about Ben, about what Jacen had done, what he had put the boy through. Her young son. The son she'd given him as an apprentice because once upon a time Mara had trusted her nephew to know the best for Ben.
He could not be forgiven for that either. Mara, Ben and Tahiri. His greatest of sins.