~~Author's Note: This fic takes Jaina's point-of-view all the way up to Rebel Dream, so if you haven't read that yet, don't say I didn't warn you if you read this. This is a little short, but I plan to write a longer one later. Hope you enjoy! ~~
I glare at my reflection in the mirror. My coldest, haughtiest glare. The one I saved for Kyp Durron after he used me to destroy the worldship, the Vong's supposed superweapon.
But now I am to act haughty, act superior. I have a Jedi Master as an aide, an underling. Kyp finds this funny, but I will do what is necessary to continue this deception.
"I am Yun Harla," I say to the mirror. My words are precise and matter-of-fact. Shaking my head slightly, I try again, this time, trying to add that haughty tone to it, that "Bow-down-to-your-goddess" tone. After all, I am a goddess.
Or at least impersonating one. Yun Harla is the Yuuzhan Vong's trickster goddess. To anger the Vong after escaping the worldship, I named our stolen ship The Trickster, and then proceeded to practically call myself Yun Harla.
Now General Antilles' plan calls for me to continue this charade. He warned me that it would distance me from everyone else. I would receive privileges the others wouldn't, because a goddess should be given such things.
Things have changed. This war with the Vong, it's changed the galaxy in a way that it can never be forgotten. Whole planets, destroyed, others turned into their ship farms. They killed heroes. They've made humans turn against humans and others, joining their so-called Peace Brigade. Coruscant has fallen, and even though Coruscant has fallen from Old Republic to Imperial regime to New Republic, the changes in the planet were rather small.
Now, the holos shown of Coruscant show fallen buildings, destroyed homes, and a nauseous green mold growing on everything. I can't believe the Coruscant I knew is gone. That was my home, and it's gone. I guess it's kind of like Alderaan, and my mother. At least I didn't see Coruscant blown into pieces, like Mom had. Gods, what that did to her; it really began to identify who she was to become.
I guess Coruscant is another symbol. Coruscant had been the Old Republic's capital, and then the Empire's, and then the New Rep's. The Old Republic had been eaten by the Empire, and then by my generation. No, my parents' generation.
We see a new fight, a new war. A different war. Not against ourselves, but an invading alien force. Like Bakura, but galaxy-wide. Everyone, every human, every species of sentients, we all have to join together to drive these monsters out of our galaxy.
But to do that, I need to do my best, give my all. Keep my mind on the task ahead of me, not on my dear brothers or on Jagged Fel…
My poor brothers…I know Anakin is safe, now, a part of the Force, but Jacen…I don't know. I don't know whether I wish I knew the truth or not.
Jag Fel is certainly someone very different. He was raised by the blue-skinned Chiss, in a way so Imperial, he seemed so stuck up, and, well, I wonder why I was even attracted to him. But I was, and I am. I cannot deny it no matter how hard I try.
But I can ponder this later. I turn back to my cracked mirror.
"I am Yun Harla."
Perfect. I feel a smile grow on my face.
The Yuuzhan Vong will learn what it is like to war against the Trickster goddess.