He nodded. "I ended up the same way. All I ever knew since I was a boy was training, and Vader was not a kind Master. I'd always assumed I was just a foundling, but I learned a little while ago Vader took me as his apprentice after murdering my father, a Jedi." Starkiller shivered, remembering the hut on Kashyyyk, and the ghost of Kento Marek that had appeared to him there. He glanced up at Mara. She had a story that didn't sound much different than his, and that made him as much uneasy and it made him curious about her.
"I actually have a name," he muttered, "but Starkiller is the only one that matters now."
Starkiller froze as Mara crossed the room and stepped up close to him. Suddenly, her hand was on his neck, her body nearly against his and her wide eyes staring up into his. And for as rough as her native clothes made her look, she smelled surprisingly good. It reminded him too much of things he didn't want to remember.
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Date: 2008-10-30 11:04 am (UTC)"I actually have a name," he muttered, "but Starkiller is the only one that matters now."
Starkiller froze as Mara crossed the room and stepped up close to him. Suddenly, her hand was on his neck, her body nearly against his and her wide eyes staring up into his. And for as rough as her native clothes made her look, she smelled surprisingly good. It reminded him too much of things he didn't want to remember.
"What are you doing?" he asked stiffly.