If the new movies do contradict my books in some way, I can probably come up with some hand-waving story that will explain the apparent discrepancy. If there’s one thing we authors are good at, it’s hand-waving.
You don’t think the two of us tackling a whole fortress full of unknown enemies is giving us too much of an advantage, do you?
- Faughn: Incidentally, Jade, in case no one's ever mentioned it before, you and Skywalker make a pretty good team.
- Mara Jade: Bite your tongue, Faughn. Bite your tongue.
I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time. I dreamed about your death every night for most of that first year. Dreamed it, plotted it…I must have run through a thousand scenarios, trying to find exactly the right way to do it. You can call that a cloud on my judgement if you want to; I’m used to it by now. It’s the closest thing I’ve got to a permanent companion.
With a sigh, Mara returned her full attention to the desert landscape before her. So she had failed. Her first true failure since the Emperor had designated her his Hand. it hurt. Terribly.
But it was all right. She would make it all right. Skywalker might escape now, but he couldn’t avoid her forever. Eventually, somewhere, she’d catch up with him.
And then he would die.
The making of Mara Jade’s Z-95 Headhunter.
This isn’t my work. This is my friend, Kurt’s. I think it’s amazing!