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Sitting at the bar, Mara Jade Skywalker stares at her cup of caf, dressed in a robe and fluffly slippers. Someone couldn't sleep again. He doesn't exsist.

And a little ways over, sits Inyri Forge, eating a peice of rhyscate carefully, while scribbling something out on a datapad.

And a little ways over from her, is a former holostar, one Baroness Syal Fel is staring out at the exploding universe over her glass of wine.

Come and poke them. Yay poking.

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"Addicted to it, so it doesn't bother me." Mara sighs, rubbing her eye.

Mara would drink herself to sleep right now...only surely Luke would be whiney and make her get up and make him waffles or something. And you know, killing the head Jedi Master is looked down upon.

"Sheer comfort then," Logan observes. "Makes sense to me. Mind if I join you, seriously? If you want to be alone, totally understand, but I'm kinda...bored, you know?"

Mmm. Waffles. But waffles and blood do not go well together, so it's probably just as well she's being sensible.

"No, that's fine. Go ahead. I may be bad company though. Not the nicest of people sometimes."

Especially when she's half awake and craving bloody waffles now.

"I may have been told that myself at times," he says, smiling faintly. "Girl I've got a thing for decided I'm the 'obligatory psychotic jackass' at our high school. No wonder I like her, right?"

She grins. "Ahh, you're just the jackass-type then. I'm the assasin type. Even though I quit that a while ago. Still, killing can be fun."

"That's me," he says, pleased for a moment, then his smile fades. "I wouldn't know."

It's short, curt, that last sentence. Clearly, someone's sensitive about being accused of murder. Touchy, touchy.

"Killing bad people." Mara ammends, eyeing him. "You alright? And it's not some kneejerk question, okay? It took me many years and lots of working with small, annoying children to be able to ask that and care, okay?"

"Good to know," Logan says. "But even that's kinda weird right now, the killing bad people part."

Pause.

"I was accused of murder last year. Which I didn't do. And then...someone shot my dad last night - or whenever, in my world. And he's pretty much the definition of 'bad dude,' but he's still my dad, and I'm still - I dunno."

Mara sighs. "I'm sorry."

She sighs. "I looked at this man as a father figure most of my life. And he was a horrible man...yet when he died, I vowed revenge, and tried to hunt down and kill the man who killed him."

She shakes her head. "Didn't work."

'Cause instead...she, you know, fell in love and married him. Ten years later.

"Yeah," Logan says, still morose. "I mean, you can know someone's a - basically a psychopath, right? And hate him. But when it comes down to it, you don't care, because he's still - whatever."

Logan gives her a half-smile. "Some ball of cheer I am, huh?"

Hey, to each his own.

"I know exactly how that feels." She looks at him. "The Emperor was a horrible man, and I know that now. But he was my life. And without him I'd be nothing."

Logan nods. "Yeah. It's weird to feel lucky for that, isn't it? And at the same time, so not lucky at all."

Because sometimes, maybe it would be nice to be nothing, as opposed to the most popular episode of Tinseltown Diaries ever.

"Yeah. I mean...I wouldn't be me without him. I would never have met my husband or gotten married or had my son...anything."

"That's quite a lot of stuff to owe someone," Logan says. "I'd have been the same, I guess. He's the reason we moved to Neptune, and I'd never have met my best friend, my first love, or Veronica Mars."

If he were a different sort of guy, Logan might wonder if possibly fate had a hand in this, might wonder if, circumstances being different, things would have turned out much the same, but he's not a philosopher, and questions like that don't really interest him.

"Or had a sister, I guess, since he adopted her. Or even exist."

Sobering thoughts, all.

"Tell me about this girl you mentioned. The one who made the jackass comment." Mara smiles.

Logan sighs, and looks genuinely happy, if confused. "Veronica Mars. Girl's in a class of her own. Sharp, funny, and annoying as hell. Plus about yea tall."

Logan holds his fingers about an inch apart, not thinking that, in Milliways, this could be taken literally.

"Oh, like my neice. She's like the size of an Ewok."

Then, realising this IS Milliways, "But not really."

Logan has to laugh, realizing how that could be taken by any place that has tiny people. Elves. Fairies. Whatever. "Yeah, Veronica's like, almost normal person size. And disgustingly hot. And possibly into me. Again."

"Ooooh. You don't want to kill her right?" Mara grins. Then blinks. "We never introduced ourselves. Mara Jade Skywalker."

Logan rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I seem to be doing that a lot lately."

He offers a hand. "Logan Echolls, Neptune, California, Earth, and not dead yet. And no, I don't want to kill her. Not this week, anyway."

"Oh, planets too, huh? Coruscant, more recently Ossus, and not dead yet. Could die in this next war though. Never know." She shrugs. "And not killing is good. If I'd gone through with killing the man I later married...I wouldn't be married."

"Cool names," he says. "I think it's easiest to get all that stuff out of the way so you can get on to more important stuff, you know? And also, not make bad jokes about the dead. They tend to not like that."

Logan gives her an intrigued look. "So what changed your mind? It couldn't be just his good looks, right?"

"Oh, Luke's cute. But, no. I killed his clone. We became good friends. Took us ten years to get married though."

"Killed a clone...became friends...what, you figured the duplicate was enough?" Oh, life is so confusing when you only know half a story.

"You ever hear of the movie Star Wars?" This is so much easier. "Anyway, the Emperor gave me a final command that constantly ran through my head. To kill Luke Skywalker. Killing his clone got rid of that need to kill him. It took me a while to get used to Luke though."