Luke Skywalker, prominent Jedi Master, stared out the bridge window of the star cruiser thinking, not about his wife but about another red-haired, green eyed beauty. Shira Elan Calla Brie. His first love. His only love. Yes, he had loved many women since Shira. Senator Gaeriel Captison, Callista, and now Mara but none of them like Shira.

Guilt racked him for the loss of their love and Shira's soul. He knew that without her he would never be complete, never be whole.

Shira was lost to him now, she had become Lumiya, Dark Lady of the Sith. The soul of the woman he loved was gone, gone forever.

Luke had tried to put her out of his mind, and his heart, but he could not. He had tried to fill that void by marrying Mara Jade, practically Shira in every way. They were both Emperor's hands, red-haired, green eyed. But Mara lacked something Shria did not. But marrying Mara Jade didn't' work at all. Shria Brie would, for all time, have a place in his heart that Mara did not, and would not ever have.