“So how’s it coming?” Mara Jade Skywalker sashayed into the Skywalker’s living room, crimson hair pulled into a tail on the back of her head, lightsaber swinging gently at her left hip. Her husband was bent over a monitor on the far side of the space, his Force aura radiating concentration and carefully muted agitation. Luke looked up at her entrance and forced a smile. “We’ve already gotten a few arrivals. Reply messages have been coming in steadily for the past few hours. Most everyone should be here within two days.” * * * “I am, Your Highness,” he bowed deeply before her. * * * * * *