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"Decision?" Mara asked, apparently deciding to play it coy.
"You know what decision," Luke growled, not really in the mood for coy.
"About whether you're going to take Parck up on his offer to join the Empire
of the Hand."
"That would certainly be something, wouldn't it?" Mara commented
thoughtfully. "All those people on Coruscant who never really liked or trusted
me would have a Harvest Day special with that one."
"I'm being serious," Luke said.
"Hey, relax," she soothed. "I'm joking. You know I'm staying with you."
"I know that." He braced himself. "What I meant was... if you really need
to be there, I'm willing to go with you."
"I know," she said quietly, reaching over and taking his hand. "And you
don't know how much it means to me that you are."
She hesitated. "I won't deny that the idea has some attraction," she
admitted. "Ever since this whole thing started, I've been fighting some
strange survivor's guilt over the fact that I lived through the Empire's
destruction when so many other people didn't. I kept wondering if I was just
lucky, or whether there was some other reason behind that."
"Of course there was," Luke said.
He felt the subtle muscle movements as she smiled. "I meant some reason
besides completing your life and making you happier than you ever thought
possible."
"Ah," he said dryly. "And what did you conclude?"
"I don't know," she conceded. "All I know is that I was given about as
clear a choice as anyone could hope to have. On one side was the chance to
again serve an empire, this time an empire that had all the strengths I'd
always admired but none of the evil. A chance to give back some of my time and
ability to the heirs of the people who'd spent so much time and energy
teaching me those skills in the first place."
"And on the other side, you have the New Republic," Luke murmured.
"Squabbling, political brushfires, Bothan back-blading, and an occasional
diehard who still doesn't trust you."
"That was the choice, all right," Mara said. "But no matter how nice and
ordered and comfortable the Empire of the Hand might look, I've decided that
my place right now is with the New Republic."
"You're sure?" Luke asked, one last time.
"I'm positive," she said. "Besides, how could I drag you away from your
sister and everything you fought so hard for?"
"It would have been tricky," he admitted. "But I could have adapted. I
guess I'm just surprised that after all this time you would still even have to
make such a decision."
Пусть кто-нить переведёт, вещь сильно большая, а времени нема.
В двух словах - Маре предложили перейти в Империю. Она пока отказалась, но... что самое смешное - обсуждая эту возможность, Люк сказал: "Если ты пойдёшь туда, я с желанием (willingly) пойду за тобой" и "Я могу адаптироваться" (к Империи). А что сказал наш Люк о Новой Республике? "На другой стороне - Новая Республика - склоки, мелкие политические конфликты, ботанское blackblading (дословно - удары в спину) и несколько "стариков" (diehard - в данном случае скорее "старики", имеются ввиду старые ребелы, закостеневшие в ненависти к Империи), которые всё ещё тебе не доверяют."
Ну что я говорил... Зан ярый проимперец.
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Ну Мара-то понятно, имперская душа, но Люк? 
О, Люк... куда тебя затянуло....
