For many years, I've been clamoring for Del Rey to do a book about the adventures that lead to Mara and Mirax being arrested, but they continuously refuse.

This is that story.

Title: EXONERATED: The Jade-Terrik Adventures
Author: JediMara77
Timeframe: Between Union and Survivor's Quest, 20-22 ABY
Genre: 2011 TFN Diary Challenge, humor
Acknowledgements: The usual suspects: Michael A. Stackpole for Mirax and the inspiration for this fic; Timothy Zahn for Mara; George Lucas for everything else.
Summary: Newly married Mara Jade Skywalker joins her friend Mirax Terrik Horn onboard the Pulsar Skate for some much-needed adventures while their husbands Luke and Corran stay at the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin IV. After Leia Organa Solo resumes the role of Chief of State, she and Iella Wessiri Antilles ask their friends to go on a simple diplomatic mission to a planet interested in joining the New Republic. Mara and Mirax accept with disastrous—and incredibly humorous—consequences.

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DRAMATIS PERSONAE:

The Wives
Mara Jade Skywalker - Jedi Knight
Mirax Terrik Horn - captain of the Pulsar Skate
Iella Wessiri Antilles - New Republic Intelligence advisor
Leia Organa Solo - Chief of State

The Husbands
Luke Skywalker - Jedi Master
Corran Horn - Jedi Knight
Wedge Antilles - Starfighter Command advisor
Han Solo - captain of the Millennium Falcon

The Kids
Valin Horn - Jedi apprentice
Jysella Horn - Jedi apprentice
Jacen Solo - Jedi apprentice
Jaina Solo - Jedi apprentice
Anakin Solo - Jedi apprentice

The Scoundrels
Booster Terrik - captain of the Errant Venture
Talon Karrde - captain of the Wild Karrde

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"I like your Mirax a whole bunch, Corran," Luke smiled. "And you're right, she and Mara should never meet."

- I, Jedi by Michael A. Stackpole
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Luke raised an eyebrow. "I don't seem to recall the word boring ever being applied to times when the two of you are running around together. In fact, I recall—"

Mara held a hand up. "We were exonerated."

"And we could have been at your academy during those years instead of off on our adventures. Your students would have loved that distraction." Mirax nodded. "Besides, the collateral damage was never really that bad."

- Dark Tide: Ruin by Michael A. Stackpole

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ENTRY 1

This wasn't supposed to happen like this.

It was supposed to be a simple, diplomatic mission. Go in, do our civic duty for the New Republic, maybe even enjoy the scenery a bit, and then leave and enjoy some much-needed couple time at the Praxeum.

Leia and Iella told us it would be simple—a blue milk run, as they say. Mirax and I believed them; why wouldn't we? They're our good friends, and if you can't trust the Chief of State and a former Intelligence officer, well, who can you trust?

The last thing I remember before being dumped here is running down a dark alleyway, dodging blaster bolts for Mirax as we raced towards the spaceport where the Pulsar Skate was docked. I'd managed to down all our pursuers but one, and once it was just he and I, well, I felt confident enough to just run.

Then I felt a stun bolt connect with my back.

As I fell to the ground, seeing a new pursuer join the chase from a darkened alleyway, I had a flashback to one of my very first lightsaber lessons with Luke, back when I still wanted to kill him. "Thinking that you're going to win during a fight is the easiest way to get yourself killed," he'd preached. I had rolled my eyes; if you weren't confident enough to win, then of course you'd get yourself killed, you big dummy.

Before I succumbed to blackness, my lip curled and I snarled at him over our bond. Damn you, Farmboy.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in this dark, dingy cell with Mirax lying beside me. To say she was pissed is an understatement. Well, we're both pretty pissed, actually. I think we both want to rip that tiny little guard's head off if he even looks at us the wrong way again.

"This is all your fault," Mirax mutters. That's all she's been saying since we got in here.

Some friend she is.

Before I can respond, I sit up, reaching out with the Force…and then I groan.

"Oh, kriff."

"What is it now?" Mirax asks in an annoyed tone.

"We have rescuers."

"Rescuers? Well that's a good thing, right?"

I shake my head. "Not these rescuers."

Before she can question me further, the outer door to the cell opens and our guard immediately drops to the floor, unconscious. Two men step into the room, their lightsabers ignited.

My husband steps forward and smiles at me through the bars. "I'm Luke Skywalker. I'm here to rescue you. Again."

I glare at him.

Corran steps forward and smirks at his wife. "This situation seems so familiar, doesn't it, Luke? You'd think that Mirax would have learned the first time we had to come rescue her."

Mirax glares at him.

"Are you gonna get us out of here or not?" we snap at the same time.

Luke and Corran share a glance. "You were right," Corran says. "We should never have let them meet."

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This is all Mara's fault. - MTH

tbc