Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Jul 26, 2006 19:58:49 GMT -5
Chapter 1
It began oh, so innocently. A daughter born of Anakin Skywalker and Luthien Tinuviel embarked on a quest to save the galaxy from the evil Sith sorcerer, Darth Sauron. Her name was Maeryn Aranna Peredhil Uialelen Skywalker. At first, her tale proceeded as such things usually do, with minor but interesting variations. Maeryn, a renowned Jedi Master in her own right, determined the only way to defeat the rapidly spreading evil of Darth Sauron, was to travel to Middle-earth, his home planet, and there discover his hidden weakness. Accompanied by Legolas, an elven prince, Aragorn, a human king, and Boromir, a mighty Gondorian warrior, all denizens of Middle-earth, she piloted the newly form band on her ship, the Millennium Falcon, which she had won in a terran game of chance.
Legolas and Boromir watched silently as Maeryn deftly handled the controls of the Falcon like the keys of an ancient musical instrument.
Boromir smiled and stroked his chin. “You navigate more smoothly than most men under my command, Master Skywalker.”
Maeryn raised a brow without turning her head, “Most?”
Before he could answer, Legolas interrupted. “There is no being in my father’s kingdom of your piloting skills.” Boromir stared coldly at his companion. Legolas smiled in triumph. Though all of this happened behind her, she felt their faces and expressions through the Force as clearly as if seeing with her own eyes.
“Now, now boys... she muttered. “Why don’t you let me pilot without distractions?” Apologizing, Boromir and Legolas left the cockpit. Arguing, they jostled their way to the main cabin.
“What was that?” Boromir snapped.
Legolas’ face was calm as he replied, “What do you mean?”
“You know very well what I mean, pretty boy.” Boromir’s words rose in falsetto imitation of Legolas’. “There’s no one in my father’s kingdom that can fly so well as you, Maeryn! Did I mention that my father was a king? With a kingdom?”
Aragorn, practicing lightsaber maneuvers, stopped to chastise his foolish fellow travelers.
“That’s enough!” He frowned. “You two act like jealous children.”
His criticism rang true. From the moment they met her, with that long night-black hair, and eyes, a sparkling blue that rivaled the Orion Nebula, Maeryn had captivated the minds of these two warriors.
Aragorn returned to his ancient discipline, as Boromir and Legolas walked to opposite sides of the room, scowling. All three were silent, until Maeryn entered. “I’m pretty tired,” she said. “Could someone take the com while I sleep a bit?” All three volunteered simultaneously as Maeryn smiled, “The post can accommodate, let’s see- one man.” She explained as though it would not have occurred to them otherwise. The trio laughed nervously, Maeryn pointed to Boromir.
“Carry on, Captain,” she said, putting playful emphasis on his title. “I am sure you will perform adequately.”
“Not as well as you,” he said honestly, confidently walking into the cockpit. Maeryn gave a slight nod and retired to her quarters. Aragorn released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“Her eyes are matchless, observed the Elven prince. “And that youthful presence, even at such an age.”
Aragorn looked at the elf, surprised. “Just how old is she?”
Legolas thought about it, and shrugged. “She was trained by her father as a Jedi, and has not been to Middle-earth for centuries, at least 400 then. It’s late, my friend.”
He disappeared down the dark corridor, and Aragorn was left to ponder the mystery of the intriguing half-elven maiden.