X-Wing: Knights of Plooma Chapter 3

[jedimara77]

CHAPTER 3





Plooma was a rather unassuming looking planet.

On approach, there weren't any unique features that couldn't be found on other worlds. Oceans covering a fair percentage of the surface, continents with various climates. Some green forestation, some tan deserts. Without an intelligence report, Wedge would have been hard pressed to give a reason as to why the Republic was so interested in securing Plooma's allegiance. Of course, even with an intelligence report Wedge still was having a hard time figuring out just what it was the Republic was after.

The Rogues had set down in a clearing several kilometers outside of the capital city. NRI had been kind enough to at least establish a base of operations before their arrival, complete with a rather impressive inventory of surveillance and monitoring equipment. Spread throughout the safe house building itself were various monitors and audio gear, all tapped into security feeds throughout the capitol city. Hopefully with that, it would be relatively simple to track the diplomatic envoy's movements and secure their safety.

Hopefully their safety is never in question, Wedge said to himself.

Stepping into the primary operations room, he nodded towards Captain Forge. She seemed to be busying herself at one of the audio listening posts. "Seen Wes around anywhere, Captain?"

"No," Forge replied tersely. "I'm actually trying to avoid him. I swear if I hear him say 'Plooooooooooma' one more time, I'm going to borrow Corran's lightsaber and perform some elective surgery."

Doing his best to suppress a grin, Wedge managed a nod. "Try to leave his limbs in place at least. He needs those to fly."

"Yes, sir."

An electronic buzzing from a nearby console caught his attention. Striding over to it, Wedge depressed a button. "Outpost Three-Nine-Theta."

"Morning, Wedge," a familiar voice said over the subspace radio. "Thought I'd let you know that we're going in for approach."

"I appreciate the heads up, Mirax," he replied with a smile. "How was the trip?"

"For the last two days I've had a Jedi Master and a smuggler screaming at each other, my husband has been alternating between playing peacemaker and encouraging them to sleep with each other, and Hobbie has been brooding in the navigator's seat. You aren't paying me enough to do this."

Rubbing the back of his neck, Wedge rubbed his fingers over the console's microphone. "What was that, Mirax? You're breaking up."

"Wedge, I'm serious, someone better increase the payment because this deserves hazard pay. Skywalker and Jade are in the hold yelling overration bars right now."

He looked over to Inyri for help. She only offered a shrug in response. "We're ah, having some equipment failure here. I'll have to cut the feed, tell everyone I wish them the best of luck."

"Wedge don't you—"

With a sigh, he cut off the radio link and rubbed his eyes. This was definitely one diplomatic team he was thankful not to be a part of. The last thing he needed in this lifetime was to play referee for Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade. For a brief moment, he felt badly for poor Hobbie. He'd be putting up with that pair for two weeks. Wedge wondered idly if he should have volunteered for the assignment himself. Then the thought of Jade's angry green eyes popped into his mind.

"Sorry, Hobbs," Wedge muttered to himself as he walked out of the operations room, heading towards the state house where the delegation would be having their first meeting.





The Pulsar Skate set down with a rather jarring thud. Hobbie suspected Mirax was still in a foul mood, for her landings typically were more graceful than that. Still, he knew better than to ask for an explanation. The only person on this ship with a temper more foul than Mara Jade was Mirax Terrik Horn. Picking up his day bag and slinging it over his shoulder, he quietly made his way towards the exit ramp. As he rounded a corner, an all too familiar sound of shouting could be heard.

"What part of 'I'm not interested in coming back to the Praxeum' did you not get, Skywalker?!" Mara yelled.

Luke held up his hands defensively. "I just thought you might want to stop in for a visit."

"Who the hell visits Yavin IV for pleasure?"

"Masochists, sadists, the occasional Sith Lord," Corran mused aloud, earning a harsh glare from Luke.

Hobbie rolled his eyes. Two weeks with three high-strung Jedi? What had he done to the Galaxy to deserve this? Certainly there were better ways to get even with him. Causing his X-Wing to crash and forcing him to spend a month in a bacta bath would be a good start. Perhaps getting into an accident that cost him another limb. Truthfully, Hobbie would rather spend two weeks listening to Tycho drone on about astrogation theory than put up with this.

He cleared his throat to get the attention of the Jedi. "We're here. Kindly stop bickering like children and look like good little diplomats, please."

That earned a nasty look from Mara. "Fine. Sooner we start this, sooner we can leave."

"Yes, well ..." Luke smoothed out his brown Jedi robes before shouting out to the bridge. "Thank you for the ride, Mirax!"

"You two are not allowed back on this ship until you kriff each other's brains out!" Mirax shouted back.

Corran grinned. "Am I the luckiest man alive or what?"

Mara didn't bother to dignify that comment with a response, pushing past Corran and Luke and making her way towards the exit. The other two Jedi followed in her wake with Hobbie bringing up the rear. To say that he was woefully unprepared for the sight that greeted him outside of theSkate would have been an understatement. The brass band was fairly jarring. The confetti and the throngs of onlookers was simply disturbing. Everywhere he looked were individuals cheering and clapping, screaming at the top of their lungs in excitement.

Apparently I didn't fully quantify what Cracken meant by 'revered,' Hobbie thought to himself.

Luke seemed to be taking all of this in stride, which Hobbie expected. How many times had Skywalker been paraded around different systems to put on a show for New Republic? Hobbie had been right there with him on a few of those trips. The weeks after the fall of Coruscant had been one public relations blitz after another. Even Corran was relatively used to this. He had taken part of the post Bacta War celebrations. Mara, on the other hand, seemed a touch out of her element. Hobbie didn't need the Force to sense that she was somewhat uncomfortable with all the attention.

He settled into place between Mara and Corran. "I haven't seen a crowd like this since the Rustin Veiver concert I was at last year."

The two Jedi beside him glanced at him simultaneously.

"What?" Hobbie asked. "I have a niece. She's thirteen. It was a lifeday present."

Grumbling to himself, he looked straight ahead. Approaching them were four individuals, dressed in what he assumed was Ploomian (Ploominite? Ploominian?) formal wear. Hobbie had to do his best to suppress a wince, those outfits definitely fit into category three: clothing so terrible it offended both the wearer and the observer. When was the last time bright fuchsia had been considered fashionable? At least, when was the last time it had been considered fashionable by someone not named Wes Janson? Idly, he hoped that he wouldn't be forced to wear something that garish during the upcoming two-week stretch. He'd rather dress up in drag again.

Let's not say things we can't take back, Klivian.

"My Jedi friends, it is an honor," the eldest member of a group said. He was a middle-aged human male with thinning, grey hair and a smile wider than a Hutt's midsection. "I am Jon Gemar, Ambassador to the New Republic."

"The honor is ours," Luke said diplomatically, extending a hand.

Ambassador Gemar gladly shook it before gesturing to the other three. "If I may introduce you to the rest of our delegation. This is Valara Lissiri—" he pointed towards the rather stern-looking woman standing beside him, "—director of the Ploomian Security Force. Beside her is Murray Dyartes, Director Lissiri's personal aide."

The young man standing next to Lissiri nodded. Hobbie couldn't help but notice that he had been eyeing Mara for the last several minutes.

"So," Corran said, looking towards Director Lissiri. "You're in charge of PloSec?"

Hobbie covered his face with the palm of his hand.

"And finally," Gemar said, nodding towards a petite young woman with a rather distinctive head of frazzled, dirty blonde hair, "this is—"

The girl jumped forward, taking Luke's hand and shaking it vigorously. "Fiolla Flotto, resident Jedi Historian and might I say it is a tremendous honor to meet you Jedi Master Skywalker I have always dreamed of being able to meet you and discuss the intricacies of your Order to compare it to the records we have of the old Order that are stored in our historical archives and might I add that is a very fetching robe that truly suits you well and—"

Gemar carefully peeled the eccentric historian off of Luke's hand.

"A pleasure to meet all of you," Luke said before briefly turning her attention to Fiolla. "Miss Flotto, I would be very interested in perusing your historical records later."

The girl looked like she was about to faint. Mara rolled her eyes. 

"And if I may introduce my own staff," Luke continued. "Corran Horn, Jedi Knight and member of the New Republic Navy."

Corran offered a smile, shaking Gemar's hand.

"Derek Klivian, representing the New Republic armed forces diplomatic corps."

"He's not a Jedi?" Gemar asked.

Hobbie shook his head. "No, sir."

"I see." Gemer walked past without bothering to extend a hand. Hobbie did his best not to express the slight annoyance he felt.

"And my companion for this mission, Mara Jade," Luke said.

Gemar's eyes lit up. "Ah, yes! We heard your companion would be here. I have ordered our finest suite be prepared for the two of you."

"Excuse me?" Mara's eyes narrowed.

"Well it is only fitting. A companionship of such notoriety deserves the finest accommodations we can muster. Come!"

As Ambassador Gemar turned to walk away with the rest of the Ploomian delegation, Mara turned to Luke. "Someone care to explain that to me? 'Companionship of such notoriety?'"

"I haven't the slightest idea," Luke said.

"You know," Hobbie said idly, "it seems to me that they think you two are married."

Mara slowly turned to face him. An icy chill ran down his spine.

"What?" she asked through clenched teeth. 





After the New Republic delegation's arrival, the Ploomian delegation escorted them into a small briefing room inside their state building. The formal negotiations would be held in their grandest legislative chamber, but informal talks, such as the initial meeting between delegations, would take place in the smaller rooms. Wedge was waiting there for them and was greeted with very hard sets of blue and green eyes. This was notgoing to be good; he had spoken to Cracken earlier in the day about the mix-up and knew that Luke and Mara were not going to be happy. Judging from the expressions on their faces, he had underestimated their reactions just a tad.

Luke wheeled on Wedge as soon as the Ploomians left the room. “What is going on, Wedge? Why in all the nine Corellian hells do they think that we’re married?”

Wedge held out his hands in supplication. He had rarely seen his old friend look so angry, especially not since taking up the life of a Jedi. “Look, it’s just a big misunderstanding! In the initial report Luke drafted, he referred to Mara as his 'companion' for the mission, as she is not officially a Jedi and he was unsure how else to refer to her. Someone in Intelligence must not have done all their research." He grimaced, bracing for the blow-up that was sure to happen after he finished his explanation. "I spoke to Cracken about it earlier. There seems to have been a misinterpretation of the initial report we supplied the Ploomians. Apparently, the word 'companion’ translates to the same as ‘spouse’ in their dialect.”

Mara affixed Wedge with the iciest of stares. "And why didn't you deem it important to tell the Ploomians that they were mistaken, hmm?!"

"Because that would cause their opinions of both the New Republic and the Jedi to lower considerably. Then the Ploomians would begin to question every other piece of information that NRI provided during the pre-negotiations, which would substantially hamper the diplomatic process and possibly lead them joining the Imperial Remnant."

Wedge, Luke, Mara, and Corran turned to the new speaker with slack jaws and open mouths. Hobbie looked up from his datapad with an insulted expression on his face. "What? You think I don't understand politics? I was asked to go to Adumar, after all," he pouted. 

Wedge blinked and shook his head. "Um, yes," he cleared his throat. "Unfortunately, Hobbie is correct. We can't risk letting them know that we made a mistake on something so trivial."

Mara’s hand began to creep towards her lightsaber. “We didn't kriff up, Wedge, Cracken did, and I’m going to kill him for it,” she growled. 

Again, Wedge held out his hands. Although he wouldn't mind Mara slicing Cracken in half with her lightsaber, they had more important things to worry about now. “Look, I know this isn’t the most ideal situation for the two of you to be in, but you’re both Jedi—”

“Well, technically, Mara has never actually finished her training—”

A look that could melt durasteel cut Luke off in mid sentence. He gulped. Corran burst out laughing until Mara turned her glare on him. He gulped, too. 

Wedge suppressed a grin. “As I was saying, you and Luke are both, um, skilled in the Force, and you’ve teamed up in much worse situations before, so it can’t be that bad, right? Just go along with the negotiations, work your Jedi magic, be treated to fancy dinners and lush accommodations, and then come back heroes of the New Republic...again.”

Luke and Mara shared a glance. Wedge wondered if they were conversing using the Force, or if they just knew each other well enough to be able to read each other's expressions. He filed that thought away for future reference. 

“Fine,” Mara sighed after a few moments. “But these accommodations better be very lush, with two beds, and I wouldn’t mind a couple of massages thrown in, as well as a liquor cabinet stuffed full of Whyren’s. And make sure the food is good and plentiful for Skywalker here. We all know he can eat like a bantha.” 

Wedge chuckled. “Now see? It won’t be that bad. And Corran and Hobbie will be with you, so that should count for something...I guess." The two Rogues shared an offended glance. "Anyway, the rest of the Rogues and I will be stationed at the safe house, listening in on the negotiations. Oh, and I’ll be sure to inform General Cracken of Intelligence's mix-up,” Wedge continued. He was very much looking forward to that. As he got to the door, he turned around to say his final farewell. “Now you've got all our information on your datapads. Mr. Dyartes will be back in a moment to escort you to your quarters, which I'm told are very lovely. And don’t worry—the two weeks will be over before you know it!”

The door shut quickly behind him, but he could still hear the shriek of protest as he entered the turbolift down the hallway:

“TWO WEEKS?!”



Corran flinched as Luke and Mara’s outburst hit him through the Force. He looked at Hobbie, who was holding his head in pain. Apparently, one needn’t be Force-sensitive to experience the pain inspired by Jade-Skywalker arguments. 

“Two weeks?” Mara repeated slowly. “Nobody told me this was going to last two weeks.”

“Me, neither,” Luke growled.

“Um, yes they did,” Corran said. “It was in the preliminary information, remember?” 

Luke glanced at Mara. “Did you read through that?”

“Yes, of course I did. Did you?”

“Of course. I didn’t see anything about a time frame.”

“Neither did I,” she responded. The two of them turned back to Corran.

“What?” he exclaimed, feigning innocence. “I didn’t write the report; it came from NRI.”

Luke and Mara shared another glance. “Oh. NRI. What a shock,” she said sarcastically.

“That information was not in our reports, Corran,” Luke said. 

“It was in the report I read through,” Hobbie spoke up.

Mara took out her datapad and scanned through a few pages. “Oh, how interesting,” she remarked.

“What?” Luke replied, taking out his own datapad. 

“The time frame is in this report. I wonder if this was changed after we agreed to come…”

“Yes, I wonder,” Luke agreed. The two of them glared at Corran again.

“Hey, don’t blame me!” he yelled.

“Oh, I will blame you; you roped me into this!” Mara accused.

“And Wedge isn’t here for me to blame,” Luke pointed out.

“Well then blame Hobbie!” Corran said.

“Hey!” Hobbie interjected. “Leave me out of this!”

“Look, like Wedge said, it won’t be so bad,” Corran said, stepping in between Luke and Mara and placing his arms around their shoulders. “Why don’t you two just think of this marriage thing as practice?” he grinned.

“Horn?” Mara whispered.

“Yes?”

“If you don’t remove your arm right now, you’re going to join Skywalker and Klivian in the cybernetic limb club.”

Corran quickly removed his arm, stepping out of Mara’s reach. At that moment, there was a tentative knock on the door and Murray stepped in. “Um, hello!” he said eagerly, stepping forward to Mara. “If you are ready, I will escort you to your quarters?”

“Gladly!” Mara sighed, leaving the room in the huff. “I hope the liquor cabinet is fully stocked!” she called over her shoulder.

Murray put his arm out to Luke as they left the room. “Sir, will your lady require adult beverages?” he asked with a concerned look on his face. 

Luke shook his head. “We all will, Mr. Dyartes. We all will.” 

The ragtag group of diplomats was escorted out of the state building to a very lush speeder, where they made their way to what they were told was Plooma’s most luxurious hotel. Corran couldn’t help but be impressed with Plooma’s architecture and natural beauty, and even its residents seemed extremely friendly. However, his good mood didn’t seem to be rubbing off on Luke or Mara.

“I can’t believe we have to pretend to be a couple,” Mara whispered low enough so Murray couldn’t hear them. 

“This is asinine, Corran,” Luke agreed.

“At least you don’t have to say ‘I am telbun,’” Corran pointed out. He still had horrible memories of that mission. Besides, Luke was fooling himself if he thought that pretending to be married to Mara Jade didn’t have its perks. Corran may be a married man, but he certainly didn’t mind having to look at Mara for two weeks. 

Not that he’d ever admit such a thing to his wife, of course. 

When the group arrived at their quarters, they found that they were divided into two rooms—Luke and Mara in one, Corran and Hobbie in the other. Corran wondered why they put him in a room with Hobbie, but didn’t think much of it; the Rogues usually always ended up sharing rooms when on missions, and it was a way to save funds, after all, having two rooms instead of three.

“Here you are, Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker,” Murray said, opening the door to Luke and Mara’s extremely spacious quarters. Corran stuck his head in, whistling softly at the accommodations. “Two bedrooms, as you requested, along with a living space, office, and large balcony. You will also find a stocked kitchenette and bar, and there is a computer terminal that should be adequate for all your needs. We do not have residential HoloNet access here on Plooma, but your commander should have access at their safehouse, if you have any need for outside contact. Is there anything else that you will require?” he asked Mara.

“No, the room is lovely, thank you,” she replied, obviously trying hard not to take out her frustrations on Murray. “Oh, by the way,” she added before he could leave, “it’s just Jade, not Skywalker. And you can refer to me as Captain, please. And he’s Master Skywalker,” she added, pointing at Luke. 

“You did not take your husband’s name?” Murray asked, sounding confused.

“Um, no, it’s kind of a tradition on my home planet, to keep maiden names when you get married,” she lied.

“Oh. Well certainly, Captain Jade. Whatever you wish to be called, I will oblige. Please let me know if I can be of any assistance. You may contact me on my comm frequency at any hour with any request. I will return tomorrow at 0800 to take you to the negotiations.” Murray bowed and left the room, gesturing to Hobbie and Corran to follow him to their quarters. 

As he was leaving, Corran heard Luke whisper to Mara, “Wow, I didn’t know that Palpatine was such a stickler for matriarchal traditions.”

“Shut up, Skywalker!” 

The other room was just as spacious as Luke and Mara’s. After getting settled in (during which time Corran thought on the fact that Murray had not been as eager to help the men as he had been for Mara), he headed to the living quarters, where Hobbie was busy reading his datapad. 

“Come on Hobbs, let’s go downstairs. I saw a great-looking cantina on our way into the hotel.”

“It’s 2100 already, Corran,” Hobbie groaned. “I don’t want to be dead tired during these negotiations. I’m going to want to fall asleep every five minutes as it is.”

“Aww, come on,” Corran whined. “I don’t want to go to bed already, and I’m bored.”

“No way, I’m staying out of trouble on this mission, thank you. Why don’t you go ask Mara? Isn’t that why you wanted her to come along?”

“Well, yeah, but I thought I’d give them some time alone, you know?” he said, winking and nudging at Hobbie.

Hobbie rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, I’m sure they’re really getting close over there, if she hasn’t already killed him yet.”

“Fine,” Corran sighed. “You leave me no choice! But let it be on your head that true love was not able to prevail this evening because I stole Mara off to go drinking,” he said melodramatically.

“Whatever you say, Corran.”

Corran grabbed his jacket and walked to the adjoining room. He pressed his ear to the door before knocking, but couldn’t hear anything. 

Mara answered the door, her trademark scowl still plastered across her face. “What do you want, Horn?”

“Come drinking with me, pleeeease,” he begged.

“Oh yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” she said sarcastically.

“Come on!” Corran said. “I know you want to get out of here.”

“Actually, no, I want to go to sleep while Skywalker is still preoccupied.”

“What’s he doing?” Corran asked.

“How the hell should I know? He disappeared into his room awhile ago and I’ve been glad to leave him to whatever weird Jedi thing he’s probably doing.”

“Please please please!” Corran grabbed her arm and pulled. “Don’t make me drink by myself. Mirax will yell at me.”

“Mirax will yell at you regardless.”

“Point. But come on, you know you need the liquor!”

“I told you no, Horn!— ”

At that moment, Luke entered the living quarters, wearing nothing but his shorts. “What’s going on, guys?”

“AH!” Corran and Mara shrieked at the same time. Corran quickly turned and averted his eyes, but Mara just stared slack-jawed at Luke. Finally, she found her voice. “What the hell are you doing, Skywalker?!” she sputtered.

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you in your underwear?!”

“Oh,” he said, looking down at himself, completely nonplussed. “This is what I wear around my apartment.”

“In mixed company?!”

“Well, when I’ve been lucky enough to have women staying overnight in my apartment, they haven’t seemed to mind me being in my underwear.”

Corran couldn’t help himself; he fell on the floor laughing at Luke’s retort. Mara kicked him. 

“Anyway,” Luke continued, ignoring Mara’s glare, “I was going to meditate some before I went to bed. It’s a routine I have. I thought you might like to join me!”

Mara glanced at Corran, who was pushing himself back up to his feet, then back at Luke, who was settling into a cross-legged position on the floor. She quickly grabbed her jacket and pulled Corran out the door. “Sorry Skywalker, I’ve got other plans already! But you have fun meditating! Don’t wait up for me!” As the door closed behind them, she hissed at Corran, “You’re buying!” 

Come to find out, there was no need for Corran to buy any drinks once the Ploomians saw the lightsabers hanging from their belts. The cantina's patrons were more than happy to spring for the Jedi's tab. As he finished his third drink, Corran was very glad that he had kept up the life of a Jedi while serving in Rogue Squadron. 

“Wow, this is such a nice place!” Corran slurred as he waved to some adoring female patrons. 

“Oh yeah, it’s just fantastic,” Mara muttered, still nursing her first drink. 

“Aww, don’t be such a spoilsport, Mara! Isn’t it nice to be worshipped?”

She rolled her eyes. “You worship yourself every day, and besides, I don’t want to be worshipped for being something I’m not. I don’t want to be worshipped at all, as a matter of fact.”

“I bet you wouldn’t mind if Luke worshipped you,” Corran muttered. 

“Excuse me?!”

“Nothing!” Corran motioned to the bartender for another drink, cutting off any further outbursts. He sat another drink down in front of her. “So Mara…Luke’s in pretty good shape, wouldn’t you say?”

“Ugh, that’s just gross.”

“Oh come on, you have to admit that he’s a handsome man!”

“If you’re so sure of that, then why don’t you date him?” 

Corran looked thoughtful for a moment, then realized what Mara saying. “Ew, gross!”

“My thoughts exactly.” 

He shoved Mara’s arm. “Oh, please—you dated Calrissian, for Force sake, and you’re trying to say with a straight face that you don’t find Luke even halfway attractive?” 

“Don’t remind me of that,” Mara groaned. 

“What’s the matter, relationship ended badly?” 

Mara averted her eyes. “Not exactly.” 

Corran stared at her for a moment. Maybe it was the liquor in him, but he could tell that there was something more to the story than she was telling. 

“Stay out of my mind, Horn,” she warned, but it was too late. 

“HA! You didn’t date Calrissian at all! It was just a ruse!”

“Shut up!” she hissed. “I don’t want people knowing that, okay?”

“And why not?” Corran asked knowingly. 

“Because, we were doing some research for Karrde and he would like that fact to remain secret for now, okay?”

“Are you sure that’s not the only reason?”

“What other reason would there be?”

“Oh, I don’t know…maybe you want Luke to keep thinking that you were romantically involved with Calrissian?” 

“And why would I want that?”

Corran sat back in his chair. Oh, he had her there. “Because—in the time that you two have known each other, you’ve each had one major long-term relationship—Callista and Lando.” Mara made a face at the mention of Callista, but Corran continued, deciding to come back to that fact later. “That puts you on even footing. But, if you admit that your relationship with Lando was just business, then Luke one-ups you in that department. And you do not want him to know that.” 

Mara sputtered at his theory. “Why would I even care what Skywalker thinks of my romantic history?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “I don’t know, maybe because you secretly loooooove him?” 

“That’s it, I’m leaving,” Mara said, taking her glass and downing it in one gulp.

“No, don’t leave! This is fun!” Corran said, grabbing her arm.

“Good-bye, Horn! I’m not in the mood to sit around and hear you drunkenly analyze my life.”

“You’re just mad because I’m right!” he called after her. 

She turned around, and this time, she was able to finish her retort—“Oh, go kriff yourself!” 

“Lightsaber incident!” 

Comments

[ibmiller.livejournal.com]

How old is Corran, anyway ;-) I like the humor, and the Hobbie/niece/Bieber/lifeday aside (reminds me of Allston and Stackpole's using holodramas like Kell's crush and Wynssa Starflare to deepen the world). Not sure about a) Luke walking about in his skivvies. Just doesn't seem like something Aunt Beru would be cool with. And b) him casually talking about his "lady friends who don't mind his skivvies." I mean, yes, at this point he's dated Callista, Akanah and Lumiya (and maybe Gariel, don't know if that technically counts) (also, I know little to nil of Lumiya pre-LotF, so they may not have actually dated) (point being, Luke isn't the kiss and tell type, or more likely wear-skivvies-around-ladies-and-tell type). That's a lot of parantheses. Sorry.

Also not sure why I said "skivvies" so much. Probably because I think it sounds funnier than underwear.