Forceful Betrayals

by Sey

SECTION 5 "Stigmatized added March 30, 2003... complete section, please read and review!!!

1. Forceful Betrayals Section 1

Title ~ Forceful Betrayals: Section 1
Author ~ Ashleymarie DeBondt Seyla Starrider (is my Star Wars name)
When I Wrote it ~ October 13, 2000, before I knew Jedi Eclipse by James Luceno came out.
Why I Wrote it ~ Something to keep you and me busy while we wait for the big time authors to get finished with the new Star Wars books.
Contact ~ dpriser@aol.com
Note ~ Some of the chapters/parts are titles of songs that fit perfectly with that particular part. But they are also the titles of that chapter. Just incase you like to listen to songs that slid in with the story.
Spoilers ~ NOPE, NONE HERE!
Rating ~ PG
Warning ~ Some of these characters in this fan fiction are the creations of George Lucas and the other authors that help him continue on the stories of these wonderful heroes and heroines. But I would like to take credit for the ones I created, which are listed below:
Seyla Starrider, Enoil Shai, Lydia Ebony, Zengi Fin'h
Copyright 2000 of Sey:) ~ Story credit to the author. Credit of creating already known characters in Star Wars to George Lucas and friends.
Time ~ This story takes place right after the book Agents of Chaos 1: Hero's Trail by James Luceno. Or in other words, 25 years after the Star Wars: A New Hope.
Characters Bio~ For those of you who don't know who and which the characters are.
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Seyla Starrider ~ A female human, fourteen-years-old with shoulder length brown hair, and crystal light blue eyes, Jedi Knight, Force-sensitive.
Jacen Solo ~ A male human, sixteen-years-old, twin of Jaina Solo, looks like a younger version of his father (Han Solo), Jedi Knight, Force-sensitive.
Jaina Solo ~ A female human, sixteen-years-old, twin of Jacen Solo, looks like a younger version of her mother (Leia Organa Solo), Jedi Knight, Force sensitive, part of the Rogue Squadron.
Jag Fel ~ A male human, sixteen-years-old, has spiked black hair, Leader of the Chiss Squadron, pilot. Nickname on Squadron, Spike Lead.
Lydia Ebony ~ A female human, long dark hair, cold black eyes, sixteen-years-old, former Jedi Knight turned to the darkside to become a Dark Agent of the Union.
Zengi Fin'h ~ A male human, identity unknown, leader of the Dark Agents and Union, is seventeen-year-old.
Mara Jade ~ A female human, married to Luke Skywalker, Force-sensitive, Jedi Knight, recovering from illness. Red hair, and green eyes.
Luke Skywalker ~ A male human, married to Mara Jade, Force-sensitive Jedi Master, light brown hair and blue eyes.
Kyp Durron ~ A male human, thirty-two-years-old, dark hair, blue eyes, Force-sensitive Jedi Knight.
Han Solo and Leia Organa Solo ~ Well I don't have to explain what they look like do I.
Anakin Solo ~ A male human, fourteen-years-old, looks like a younger version of his uncle, Force-sensitive, Jedi Knight.
Enoil Shai ~ A male Yuuzhan Vong, age unknown. Tall humanoid.
Wedge Antilles ~ A male human, retired pilot from the Rogue Squadron, short blond hair. Location: Coruscant.

Description ~ The war of the Yuuzhan Vong is still continuing. Each dreadful day, hundreds of thousands die for their faith, even if it is none at all. But one girl is taken captive, and only one person who doesn't even know who or where she is, can help save the galaxy from the threat.
Jacen Solo, a mere teen, is the key, but when he uncovers a mysterious journal kept by one of the Emperor's evildoers, a new problem arises, which involves the whole Solo, and Skywalker family. While this is happening Jaina is falling in love, but is surprised by what her crush says to her.
Suddenly a warning falls into her lap.
What is Jaina going to do? Will Jacen find the girl and help her out of the new threat, or is she doomed to become one with the dark side? The only why you will be able to find out is to read! Don't forget to use your imagination, it will help.


Part 1 ~ Hold On ~ Song by Ashleymarie DeBondt

Seyla Starrider stood confidently straight in front of the pagan priest, thrusting him the villip. The Yuuzhan Vong didn't grab the communication-like plant from her hands right away. He let his angered eyes survey her for a moment, as if she was a machine rather than a girl wearing a pair of blue jeans and an aquamarine top, then took the villip from her and motioned her to sit down on the chair.
Reluctantly she opened her mouth to protest, but something told her not too. Sliding down on the cushion, Seyla watched the pagan talk to the villip in his brought up language.
She felt her conscience telling her she should began to pray that this time she wouldn't have to bare another one of their so-called sacrifices to their gods. *They are rather murders than sacrifices. *
She didn't believe in their religion, or what they called one. Sacrificing their captives and prisoners to please their gods to win their acceptance. Seyla believed in the totally opposite of what the Yuuzhan Vong did; in the one true God, one that didn't need sacrifices of others to be pleased, only the doing good deeds and helping others, a God that loves, and has no room for hate.
That was what made her still living body so confused. The Yuuzhan Vong usually killed anyone who was not of their religion for their gods.
Sighing, Seyla fumbled with her silver colored rings on her fingers. One was located on her right pinky and read TrueULoveUWaits, another right beside it that had Hope engraved into it, and the last one was on her left ring finger which bore a unblossomed rose. That ring was one of two things she wore that was so special to her. She had gotten the ring when she made a vow to God saying that she would be pure till she was married. The second thing was her golden necklace, which had an engraved picture of the Virgin Mary.
They were the only material items she had left of her home world. A pain of loss stung her soul. The day of the Yuuzhan Vong took over was so vivid and fresh; it felt like it happened the day before.
Shaking of the memory, Seyla began to pray. *Oh, Lord, what is to happen to me? I confessed that I wasn't a believer in their so-called faith, yet they keep me alive, and kill the others. Am I supposed to do something to help those oppressed? And if so, how? The Yuuzhan Vong won't let me near a machine, or any other electrical instrument to transmit information to warn those who are the next target. I need your help. We all need your help. *
A tear carefully made it's way down her light peach skin. Fear spiraled itself in her as she backhanded the drop of sadness. If one of the aliens were to see her weeping, they most likely would have made her go to the Embrace of Pain.
Even the thought of it made her quiver. It was basically a torture creature, but if you told them that, they would tell you only that it is a way of cleaning. She felt so corrupted by evil, even if she didn't commit it.
Being around such monsters frightened her, but she didn't dare show it.
A command came from the pagan, ordering her to stand up and look out the window that showed the inhibition field. She counted twelve beings that were all shoved into the center. There were at least three humans, a Wookiee, four Ewoks, and a few other unidentifible aliens.
Her glossy light blue eyes seemed to fog suddenly, but it wasn't her eyes. Inside the field a gas began to filter through and submerge the room. The captives slowly fell one at a time, screaming.
"What you see out there is a gas is from a plant called qui'leesh," the pagan priest explained in Basic. "Burning the mouth, eyes, throat, and lungs till it inflames and suffocates the victim." An evil grin surpassed his face as he gazed at the captives.
It made her sick to listen to him happily explain what death the prisoners were being inflicted with. Seyla began to pray to the Lord for the poor souls that were being murdered before her eyes, and as she prayed, a light filled the field. Then suddenly disappeared within a second, along with the bodies.
The Yuuzhan Vong priest began to speak rapidly in his native tongue, obviously the light wasn't part of the events that were supposed to occur. And from what Seyla could tell, he was furious about it.
Realizing that the brown hair girl was quietly amiss in what he was yelling about, he switched to Basic, and continued his fit.
"Don't you realize what has happened?" He paused, looking over her expression of confusion. "Oh, of course you don't. You don't believe in the ways of the gods."
Standing up for her fourteen-year-old self and others who were believers in the God, she snapped back, "There is only one true God, and he doesn't ask for the death of others to require blessings to give away. He gives away love, kindness and help, only asking for a good deed here and there."
Tension hung in the room for a long time. Only to be broken by the pagan's rasp voice. "Girl, you are boarding closely to be sacrificed to the gods. And they would be pleased to have you, after what blasphemy you have just admitted."
"I am surprised that I haven't been already. Others die who are less committed than I, and yet I still live."
Pretending not to hear what she just said, he ordered, "Go to the guard outside the door and bring him in here. Now!"
Tripping over herself, she stumbled out the door to retrieve the guard.

Jacen Solo sat in his old room on Coruscant in a deep Jedi meditation. He could feel the Force swirl around him. Life everywhere was beaming with energy. Then something cold came in, and broke some of that warmness. But unexpectedly was overfilled with a radiant heat that filled his whole body.
While this was all happening, even though his eyes were closed shut, he began to see all sorts of beings herded into a giant circular room. He was standing behind some sort of window, in a room with a Yuuzhan Vong and a human girl.
She stood beside the alien and watched the people and aliens through the window. The room from which the beings were pushed into, filled with a gas like substance, and everyone in the room began to fall on their knees. Suddenly a bright light burned in the center of the room, blinding his eyes, then vanished as fast as it had come. When he glanced threw the window, he saw no bodies.
Jerking himself out of the trance, he found himself breathing hard, as if he was just finished fighting in a duel with his lightsaber. He placed his palms on the carpeted floor for support. Exhaustion hit like a brick wall.
*What is happening? * He thought to himself. Jacen suddenly felt as if he had to tell his Uncle Luke. But he knew that he and his Aunt Mara were spending time together. *Maybe they felt it too. But if they didn't... I got to tell them. * Slowly gathering himself off the floor, he straightened up his Jedi outfit, checked to make sure his lightsaber was clipped on securely, and then walked out the door.
Without warning, a pain coursed through his shoulder. Grinding his teeth together, he held in the agony that had unleashed its self inside of him. He staggered on to Luke's apartment.

"Sit, girl," the pagan commanded in an icy cold voice once she came back with the guard.
With out a word, Seyla sat down on the cushion, but disrespectfully left her head up. Starring intently at him with her light crystal blue eyes. "What happened in the field that makes you so angry?"
Waving his arms in the air, he raved, "What happened? The light, didn't you see it? It ruined the whole ceremony. And the gods still haven't had their fill of life."
"You are crazy to believe in such nonsense," Seyla commented.
The furious alien ordered something to the guard in its' language.
Suddenly, without knowledge of what was going to happen to her, the guard yanked out something from his waistband and stroked her with it. Pain surged through her left arm as a tingling sensation filled her body. She held in all the tears that wanted to push through and go out her eyes, but knowing the punishment that would lay ahead of her, she didn't dare let them come out.
"You dare speak that way again and you will find yourself in the Embrace of Pain."

Part two ~ You're Not Alone ~ Song by Amy Grant

Seyla fell down on the living bed. It felt cool to her flushed skin as exhaustion crept over her tired body.
Her shoulder was still flowing with blood from the strike of the weapon the guard hurt her with. It wasn't as bad as it looked, but worse enough to make her cringe when something even slightly touched it.
She gathered herself up from the yellow sponge bed. She glanced at the wound a shuddered. It wasn't too deep that she needed stitches, but enough so that it was libel to be easily infected.
Looking around the room, Seyla spotted a pitcher of water that was set atop on a dresser-like plant.
Dashing towards the dresser she found a white rag, taking a little end of it she lightly soaked it in the water. Then dabbed it on the wound, careful not get her top stained with blood. It stung for a second, but getting it clean would lessen the risk of receiving an infection.
Once the wound was clean as she could get it, Seyla let out a long sigh of relief, thankful for the water and rag. Seyla starred at her shoulder. The blood hadn't stopped, and there was nothing that she could find that would suppress it.
Unexpectedly the door to her quarters opened up. She spun around to face the visitor. Standing right in front of her was a man, the first she had seen since she had been captured.
It took a moment for the visitor to adjust to the rooms lighting, but once he did he said, "Hello, Starrider. Nice to finally meet you in person."
"H...have we met?" Seyla asked. He looked so familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen him.
"In a way," he answered as he closed the door. "We have talked to each other quite a few times, but we both never got to see each one in person. Don't you remember?"
Shaking her head she replied, "No, I don't remember."
"Maybe it is best if I wait a little longer before I tell you. What happened? To your shoulder?"
"What?" she asked. Looking at her shoulder. It was bleeding down her arm. "Oh, I told a pagan Yuuzhan Vong priest that what he believed in was a bunch of nonsense. He got mad and...umm...well you can see what happened."
Walking towards her he examined it. "Hmm... I think I can fix it," he mumbled to himself. "Sit down on the bed. You can look at what I am doing if you want too."
Gently setting herself down, she allowed him to sit on her left side. Then placed three of his fingers on the wound. Oddly Seyla didn't flinch at the touch, instead she found herself observing intently. After, he closed his deep blue eyes; the wound miraculously began to heal. Wide-eyed, she eyed at him in disbelief.
The strange man opened his eyes to find her with her mouth open. Smiling he took his fingers of the now healed skin, and then wiped a sweat drop from his forehead. Brushing the few strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. He stood up, then held out his hand to her and helped her up.
When she was standing straight on her feet she questioned, "Who are you? What are you?"
Instead of answering her question, he just grinned a grin that made her knees feel like water as he gazed into her eyes.
"Why won't you tell me?"
"I don't want you to get hurt by the Vong from what you know about me." She frowned and he continued his explanation. "You see, I am not suppose to be here. I sneaked in, to help you."
"Help me, how? To get away from the Yuuzhan Vong?"
He paused, as if to contemplate on what she had just told him. "In a way."
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"That is the answer I have for you."
The strange friend stopped abruptly as if someone had just sneaked up on him. "Someone is coming. Act scared or something when they come in."
"Why? Who is going to..." but before she could finish, the door swung quickly open. And standing in the doorway was the same Yuuzhan Vong guard that had 'punished' her.
Seyla suddenly found she was sprawled on the ground, but couldn't figure out how she got there. At the same moment, the man was covered in a bright light. So bright she had to turn away; when she turned back, her stomach dropped.
He was gone.

The sixteen-year-old boy stood at the door calmly as R2-D2 hastily chirped and beeped at his arrival. The pain had stopped, and nothing was left of it. He dismissed the notion that it was related to what he had to tell his uncle. Now only the constant squeal of the astromech droid left his ears ringing.
"Artoo, what is it?"
With an ear piercing shrill, the little droid-spun wheels around went inside.
Artoo obviously wanted Jacen to follow him. "Are you sure that I am not going to intrude on Uncle Luke and Aunt Mara's time together? I don't want to interrupt. And they just got back from..."
Swiveling his blue and white domed head all the way around then continued his way into the suite that his uncle and aunt stayed in. Artoo led him into the living room, finding Luke tending to Mara, who lay on the couch. Mara looked a whole lot better than she had she had been in while.
Turning around, Luke embraced Jacen with a hug. He pulled Jacen away from his with a smile of hope adorn his face. Seeing the frown that had crossed Jacen's brows, he explained his joy. "No one has told you about your Aunt Mara?"
Shaking his head he answered, "I have been meditating. Why what's wrong?"
"Nothing is. Something is right." Glancing at Mara, she was sound asleep. "Let's go talk somewhere else." Gesturing toward the kitchen, he handed his nephew a chair while he went and grabbed a packet of chocolate powder and two cups. Filling the cups up with warm water, he fixed some hot chocolate for the two of them. As he stirred the powder in the cup he beamed, "Mara's illness... it... it is going away."
Letting out a sigh of relief Jacen grinned, "So she is going to be alright?"
"Yes, she is," Luke answered as he handed him the cup.
Peering down at the liquid, he questioned, "What is this stuff?"
"Hot chocolate. Try it," the Jedi Master said then took a sip of his.
Checking the warm creamy brown liquid, Jacen took a drink. It lived up to its name, but it also tasted good. "This is really something, Uncle Luke. Where did you find it?"
"Lando introduced it to me before you were born. Basically chocolate powder and water, nothing else." He paused, and watched Jacen fiddle with his cup. "So what is bothering you?"
Straightening up in his seat he sat his cup down on the wooden table. Letting out a long breath, Jacen looked directly into his uncle's eyes. "As I was meditating, I felt and saw something, something in the Force that I think was unusual."
Knitting his brows in confusion, Luke shook his head, "What do you mean unusual?"
"I felt as if lives were almost being pulled away in complete coldness, but suddenly they were replaced with an overwhelming sense of... I don't know what you call it, but it was filled with warmth and... I don't know."
"Love?"
Jacen looked at his uncle in surprise. "Yes. Like someone came down from somewhere and lifted them from their despair. But as I was feeling this, I saw a group of beings of all sorts being pushed into a circular room. I was standing behind a window, which a Yuuzhan Vong and a girl, not much younger than I am, was standing. The room was soon filled with a gas that made the group fall to the ground, and then out of nowhere a light filled the room. Then disappeared quickly."
Luke nodded in acknowledgement.
Jacen looked at the chocolate mixture. "I just don't know what to make of it. I mean it felt like I was right there, actually experiencing what the girl felt. I was hoping you could tell me what it was."
"I am afraid that I must have been to busy taking care of Mara to of felt it. Still this doesn't sound normal, per say. What was it like; a disturbance, a vision, a flashback?"
The teen explained, "I really don't think that it was a disturbance. It was more like a... well, the opposite. And it defiantly wasn't a vision or flashback, but happening now, in the present."
Perplexed by the situation his nephew was in, Luke got up from his seat and took the two empty cups to the sink. Walking back to Jacen he reviewed with him about what had happened. "So you felt a sudden surge of coldness, but in the next moment the coldness turned into a warm feeling of love and hope? And while you felt this you saw a group of beings suffering, then covered with light."
"Yeah."
Luke let out a long sigh. "How about we meditate, and see if we can recollect what you saw. Try to figure out what you saw and felt and what it means."
"Thanks, I was hoping you'd say that."

Seyla gasped as the alien guard rushed to her side. A tear came down her cheek from the fright. "Please," she whispered hopelessly. "Please don't hurt me."
Placing one of his masculine hands on her shoulder he replied to the plead, "What are you talking about? I am not going to hurt you. I heard a voice, one that wasn't of your pitch. So I thought that you were in need of help. And I was right. Are you ok?"
"Huh?" she mumbled in confusion as she allowed herself to be lifted up onto her feet with the assistance of the Yuuzhan Vong. "But how could you possibly care about me after what you did to me?"
"After what blasphemy you spoke of, you needed the purification."
Glaring at the alien she protested, "I didn't speak of any blasphemy, only what I believe in. And I one of the things I don't believe in purification by inflicting pain."
"Even so, don't speak of such things in front of the priests or priestesses. They are libel to send you to the Embrace of Pain."
"So you are a Shai?"
An expression of shock came over the Vong's face. "How do you know of the Shai line?"
"I know more about the Yuuzhan Vong than you may think."
"As I have said before, don't speak of any of this to the other Yuuzhan Vong." Studying the girl, the guard introduced himself. "My name is Enoil Shai. One of the few official guardsmen to the higher elite, and you are?"
Raising her eyebrows, Seyla answered, "A human being."
"I knew that. What I meant was what is your name?" Enoil breathed angrily.
"I have no intention of telling the enemy my name."
Grasping her shoulders, the guard yelled at her. "Listen, human, I am probably one of the nicest of the Shai family line that you are going to get. Maybe the most patient after Shadeo Shai's death. So what's it going to be? What is your name?"
"Seyla Starrider," she mumbled under her breath.
Releasing her, Enoil backed away, and looked out the thin clear oval membrane, that served as a window, he nodded. "So it is true."
"What is?"
Surprised at himself for speaking aloud, Enoil made the answer understood; "That the Shai have in there hands one of the most powerful weapons in the entire galaxy."
Slowly advancing him by the window, she questioned, "What do you mean?"
Twisting his head toward her he replied, "You." With that he rushed out of the room. Allowing the door to slam shut by the wind he created when he dashed out.
Questions suddenly filled her head.
*If anybody is out there, please answer me. What are they going to use me for? I don't want to kill others, or even help those who do. Who is that guy who came into this room and healed my shoulder? I just don't trust him. There is something odd about him, something not normal. Who is he? And why did all those people have to die in front of me? Couldn't I've done something to stop the Yuuzhan Vong priest from sacrificing them to their none-existent gods? Please, someone answer back. *
When no reply came back, Seyla began to silently sob herself to sleep.

Jacen started to reply to the plead, but his uncle stopped him short. Breaking out of the meditation, he starred at his uncle questioningly for an explanation. "Why did you do that?"
"We don't know if this is a trick."
Shocked by his uncle's words, he whispered loudly, "But..."
Luke interrupted, "Jacen, listen to me. How can you know that this isn't a trap?"
"I didn't feel deception. Plus, it felt as though she was near the same spot where the other feeling came from."
Laying his hand on the young adult's shoulder, he continued his warning. "I felt none either, but we have to be cautious. We can't just jump into something with nothing to sustain us up." Jacen was about to say something, but his uncle cut him off. "Let's wait till your aunt wakes before we do anything more."
"Alright," he mumbled.
Unexpectedly a weak voice came from the couch, "Well, you don't have to wait anymore, Jacen. I'm up."
"Mara how long have you been awake?" Luke asked with concern lingering into his voice. Getting up from his butt, he walked over to his fierily red headed wife. "You know that you should be resting."
"Oh, Luke. Stop it. I am not totally out of it. I still can pack a pretty tough punch." Lifting herself into sitting position, she gestured to Jacen to sit beside her and for Luke to take the single blue chair to the left of the couch.
Once they were all seated and comfortable, Mara asked, "So what's this thing that you two can't do before I was up?"
Luke nodded to Jacen, and then he went on with his story. Mara nodded intently, as her nephew described what had happened. "And so Uncle Luke and I decided to see if there was anything unusual happening in the Force, while we waited for you to wake."
"So, was there?"
Jacen was lost at what his aunt was talking about. "Was there what?"
"Anything unusual."
Taking a glance at his uncle, he gave his continue nod. He looked into his aunt's deep blue eyes, "Well, yes. Though thought speaking, someone was asking questions. This person obviously is a captive by the Yuuzhan Vong."
The question of if this was a lie or not, was concerning Mara. She then asked, "She only asked questions?"
"It sounded like she was overwhelmed with to many changes. She wanted someone or something to answer her questions," Luke answered.
Turning back to Jacen, she starred at him for further detail.
"Her exact words were, 'If anybody is out there, please answer me. What are they going to use me for? I don't want to kill others, or even help those who do. Who is that guy who came into this room and healed my shoulder? I just don't trust him. There is something odd about him, something not normal. Who is he? And why did all those people have to die in front of me? Couldn't have I done something to stop the Yuuzhan Vong priest from sacrificing them to their none-existent gods? Please, someone answer back.'"
"Poor thing."
Luke concurred, "Mara we don't even know that this isn't a trick."
"I was thinking the same thing to, Luke, but do you think that someone would do such a trick to anyone in the middle of a war? Nothing like that has ever happened either. This person also has Force abilities, and from what it sounds like, he or she is religious, and a captive in the Yuuzhan Vong race, who believes in the opposite of their religion."
"I just want to be careful this time."
Mara's eyebrows shot up, "Well, since when have you started this cliché?"
Luke didn't answer.
"Uncle Luke. Aunt Mara, I truly believe that this girl is in need of assistance."
"Where in the galaxy did you get the impression that it was a girl?"
"I am pretty sure that she is the same girl that I saw in the vision thing. She needs our help."
His uncle sighed. "I never said that we wouldn't help her out, I just want to be careful." He paused for a moment. "Jacen, we will help this girl. I am just worried if this is another trap."


Part three ~ Hide My Soul ~ Song by Avalon

The light brown hair captive woke up starring at the sparkling stars with splendor. The sight of seeing the at least familiar stars made her feel at least a tad bit safe. Letting out all of the anger that submerged her the night before, she let out a deep breath.
Getting up from the bed, she glanced down at a tray that was set on the coral dresser that held food. And on the chair was an outfit of dark blues.
Touching the soft fabric, a tear slid down her pale cheek. The softness of the material reminded her of home.
"Good morning, Starrider."
Twisting around she saw that it was the stranger that had healed her shoulder. "H...how did you get in here?"
A creepy grin spread across his face.
Suddenly a name flashed into her mind, and the realization of who the man was, made her cry. She backed up against the wall with fright.
His grin withered away replaced with an expression that held shock. Walking over towards her, he brushed the tears that began to flood down her cheeks with his thumb. "Why are you frightened?"
Pressed into the corner, Seyla felt vulnerable and hopeless. She hadn't noticed that she was shaking, until the man took her hands into his.
"Why are you crying, my dear?" the man asked with a gentle soothing tint in his tone.
"No, you can't be?"
"I can't be what?"
"Kyp Durron," she mumbled so low that he had to strain to hear her. *I should of known who he was. The dark hair, the dark eyes, and the formal clothing. Lord, hide my soul from evil, guard it and protect my life with your angels. *
Apparently shocked that she had revealed his identity, Kyp starred into her eyes.
"Please, don't do the same thing you did to Qwi Xux to me. I beg you don't. Memories are all I have left of my family and homeworld." She pleaded as she lowered her head.
"What are you talking about? What do you have that I need to take from you? Besides that was a long time ago, I wouldn't do that ever again to another soul." Still trembling, he reassured her. "Calm down, I am not going to hurt you."
Lifting her head up she gazed deeply into his dark eyes, as if she were trying to find something that proved that he was lying. "I want to believe that you have changed."
"I have."
"Then what do you want in exchange for your help?"
The eerie smile surpassed his face. "You catch on quick don't you? I want you to get someone in particular to trust you."
Seyla suspiciously eyed the Jedi Knight. Even though he was thirty years old, his handsome features hadn't faded. *Only his point of view, and goal settings. *
"So is it a deal?" Kyp questioned, breaking her train of thought.
Hesitating she replied, "Who is the one to whom I am suppose to get to trust me, if I say yes?"
"The Yuuzhan Vong or whoever has the highest authority and power in their life."
"You want me to... help a Vong so that I can gain their trust?"
"In a way," Kyp answered in a chilling voice.
"Why?"
"Once you have gained his or her trust, then I will tell you the rest. But to keep the explanation short, a few have the other Jedi and I are going to destroy their leader, and anyone who will assume his or her position."
When she was about to give him her decision on the matter, he interrupted, "If you don't say yes... well... I will find a way to convince the Yuuzhan Vong to sacrifice you to their gods."
Horror struck her face. It didn't matter to her if she was sacrificed, she rather die as a martyr than live and hurt others. But hearing Kyp suggest such a thing made her stomach flip. He was known to do some drastic things, his past showed it, but this was sick. She tried to pull her hands from his, but he only clung harder. "Why... are you doing this?" Seyla whispered in fright. "If Han saw you like..."
Kyp yanked her forward and yelled, "How do you know Han? You haven't even been outside of this ship since it left from Nrutas. How do you know him?"
"E... everyone on my planet knows the story of how he saved you from the Kessel mines. They have even written a few books on it. Shouldn't you know these things? I mean if we have talked together before?"
Ignoring her question he released her hands, "Listen, all I am trying to do is to help not only you out, but everyone who is facing this threat."
"I can't do it, Kyp. To gain trust from the Yuuzhan Vong involves pretending to convert to their so-called religion. And their religion is the exact opposite to mine, but even if I did agree. People are going to die."
"Not as many as there will be if you don't do this."
He did have a point, but it still meant helping someone whom hurt others. Then again, more would suffer if she didn't do this. She was cornered, no matter which choice she chose, death would come.
"Alright," she forced out of her mouth.
Kyp then took her right hand and shook it to close the deal.
After a long moment they still hadn't let their hands go from the others. Standing face to face, Kyp starred deep down into Seyla's eyes.
"The Force flows to you a lot, Sey."
She let her hands drop to her side and slid out of the corner and around Kyp. "What does it matter or not if I have Force abilities, if I can't use them against the enemy?"
"I will teach you."
Seyla's stomach did a somersault. "What?"

Jaina Solo jumped out of the simulator. A victorious smile lit her face as her heart flew high up. She had just beaten Jag Fel, a supreme pilot apart of the Chiss squadron that was a loan by his father General Baron Soontir Fel, to the New Republic.
This was only her second time of defeating him in the sim, but this time she and the Rogue Squadron had defeated every one of their Chiss fighters.
Beaming with pride, a ping of pain slashed through her heart. Not everyone on the Rogue was still around to see this great victory. Her former partner, Anni Capstan, had been killed in the fight at Ithor. The day of her death still hit like it was yesterday. Breathing out the hurt, she put her sadness aside, knowing that Anni wouldn't want Jaina to cry over her.
The other Rogues came over to greet her and cheer for their victory.
"You guys were great!" Jaina congratulated her teammates.
Then Gavin Darklighter, the Rogue's leader, said from the crowd of pilots, "Jaina, you're the one who did it. You got at least three of the Chiss fighters, including Spike Lead."
Everyone started to thank her for her piloting skills. She started to blush and tried to give someone else the attention, but before she could, Jag Fel came up from behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder, startling her.
"You are getting better, Jaina. I enjoy a good challenge."
Turning around she grinned, "As do I."
"Don't keep your hopes up. Next time we'll win, I have not doubt in that."
"I would take your own advice if I were you, Jag. A good challenger usually turns out to take the better of their opponents skills sooner or later."
Jag nodded. "I will keep that in mind." He gestured toward the exit, "Let me escort you out." He didn't take her hand, Jaina was glad for that. This strange act he was pulling made her even more curious about him.
For some reason, her heart and head began to pound hard, as if she was afraid that she might say something wrong or embarrassing.
*Jaina, stop it. You are acting like a child. Get over it girl, he is just a guy. * Shaking off the feeling, she asked, "Jag, is there something that you would like to talk about?"
"Where do you get that impression," he replied and kept his head straight ahead.
"By the way you're acting. It... well it is just not as grim as your usual self." She admitted. "Not that I don't like this new you. I actually kind of like it."
Jag said nothing as they continued down the corridor.

Part four ~ Change ~ Song by RAZE

"I said that I could teach you how to use your abilities."
Excitement and shock coursed threw her body. *Am I dreaming? * Seyla thought to herself. *He is offering to teach me how to use the Force, but is it in the proper way? *
"What are you offering to me?"
His eyes seemed to twinkle, as he spoke. "I am offering you a chance to learn the ways of the Force and a chance to be my apprentice."
She frowned at the sound of the suggestion. "No."
Astonishment flooded down his face. "What do you mean, no?"
"No, after what you did to me back on Nrutas? You got to be kidding. Kyp you betrayed me." She answered as an excuse. That wasn't really the whole problem. It was also being his apprentice, something she rather not think about. With all the information she had on him, and how he ran his group of Jedi, no was the correct answer, at least for now.
"Well, the offer still stands."
Twisting around to the dresser, she picked up some type of fruit that looked delicious. The tray was full of all types of foods, and Seyla knew there was no way that she was going to eat it all. So she decided to ask Kyp if he would like to stay. But just as she glanced behind her to ask him, he was gone, again.

Jacen Solo slipped quietly into the apartment.
He looked around to see where his parents were, but found no one in the living room. Walking to the kitchen he saw a movement outside on the balcony.
Curious, he opened the glass door to find his parents and Anakin. All embracing. When they all let go, Jacen saw that they were crying. Happiness filled Jacen's heart. A small tear of joy fell down his cheek. *Dad's back and so is Anakin. *
Careful not to intrude the touching moment, he gently shut the door, and tip toed to his bedroom.
Closing the door in silence, he went to his bunk and pulled out his datapad that lay hidden under his mattress. Jacen stretched out on the floor, like he did not more than one year ago when he was a fifteen-year-old.
He turned on the data pad, and opened up his journal. Typing in a few passwords he was in.
Jacen then set the pad down, and saw a glint of light coming from one of the floor tiles. Getting up, he walked to the corner where the flash of light had come from. Nothing seemed to be amiss, but suddenly a thin gray line caught his eye. Taking his index finder in ran it along the lines.
It was so faint, but as he finished tracing his finger along the small design, it lit up in the eerie green. It was the Imperial insignia, but it also bore words written in a different language, one Jacen couldn't decipher. Then it began to open up. Behind it was a dusty old book.
Taking it out carefully he flipped the book open. He discovered that it was a journal of a former Imperial dark agent.
In a traditional leatherback cover, it bore no insignia or any other markings on the outside. Just a plain brown cover.
The teen began to flip through the book; only stopping to glance at the drawings the agent had beautifully sketched.
Finally, Jacen found the part in which he revealed him name.
*Zengi Fin'h*
The name rang no bell in Jacen's mind, but what was written after it sent shivers of fright down his spine.
*This is the first time in my journal that I have written my name. As you already know I am one of the descendants of the Emperor's dark agents. Five of us are the only ones that are left. And as I have written before only the youngest of us will stand.
Unlike Mara Jade and Darth Vader, I will not give up on my mission. Palpatine had given the assignment to my father, who was killed by Vader. Now I, a boy of sixteen years, am to gain allies beyond the outer-rim. I was given the instructions to carry out my orders to gain the loyalty of two specific groups of species until the right time. And now is the perfect time.
The Chiss and the Yuuzhan Vong.
I have met one of the Chiss aliens. The Chiss who was granted the title of Grand Admiral. This Chiss, Thrawn is his last name, his first is unknown, is one I despise.
But now he is gone, thanks to the New Republic. Now I can finish my mission, and when I come back to this glorious palace, I will retrieve you from this same room where the most important heirs of the Skywalker, and Solo line live.
This wondrous palace and galaxy will once more belong to the true Imperials.
I am so joyous today, that I will finally leave these blasphemous people. Former Imperials have fallen to the feet of the New Republic, but they will pay for their betrayals.
On the day that the Jedi leave to their Academy, the attack will be launched on Coruscant. And the girl will be our bait. If she does well, I might just meet her in person.
I really do hope I get to meet her. From the villip engraving, her beauty is one of the things I desire to have. But also the way the Force flows though her. If she comes to our side, the Union will have a glorious addition.
May the Empire crumble, but the Universal Union thrive and prevail as well the Dark Agents. *
It was dated a week ago.

The brown-hared girl entered at the request of the pagan priest.
She shown no respect towards the Yuuzhan Vong, nor did she kneel as Enoil had done besides her.
"What is it pagan?" Starrider questioned, or rather ordered. She was wearing a deep dark blue outfit, along with a cape and hood, which was pulled back seemed to create and evil hue around her.
Anger filled the Yuuzhan Vong, but he had to restrain himself. *The Agent wants this girl. I pray to the gods he knows what he is getting himself into. * "Enoil Shai, take this..." he paused trying to find the word to describe the child. "This human, to the Agent."
Eyes-widened, she asked, "Who?"
"You'll see. Good-bye Starrider, and may the gods kill you." With a wave of his wrinkled hand, the wretch was forced out of the room.

Silence came threw like an ice storm on Hoth. Jag, starred straight ahead not turning toward the lovely girl besides him.
A pang of guilt filled his heart, something Jag never had experienced before. He wanted to tell her how much he liked her, but knew that if he did the grim teen as he and everyone knew himself as would possibly disappear.
This was totally new to him, the feelings he had towards this girl made him so confused. He even yelled at himself at night for thinking about her. *She's a Solo, and probably already has a boyfriend. * He thought to himself. But it didn't take his love for her away.
Never in his life had his emotions had been able to get the better of him. Usually Jag was capable of pushing away all his feelings and thoughts, but when it came to Jaina, he couldn't. It was thinking about her that made him lose concentration in the sim. He wondered if she was doing some Jedi trick to make him slip up.
*No *, he reminded himself. *Jaina isn't the type to do such a thing. *
A new thought came into his mind. *Is she feeling the same about me? * But before Jag could ponder more on the thought, Jaina asked, "I don't mean to be rude, but why are you so quiet?"
Trying to think of an excuse, he replied, "I was just thinking, would you like to go eat out tonight?"
*Oh, what a dumb question to ask your crush. *
Even though he couldn't see the surprise on her face, he defiantly heard it. "Uh...well...umm... where will we go?"
"We can go to that new restaurant, The Vortex. How about it?" *Oh, keep going. Maybe before nightfall you can get her to marry you." * Jag snickered to himself.
"Sure. I would love too."
Just then, they found themselves at the door to her parent's apartment. "I will pick you up at five then. That leaves you with... three to get ready."
"Now that is going to be a challenge. I don't even know if I own a dress." She answered with a giggle.
For the first time, Jag couldn't keep his smile hidden.
"Five it is then."

Part five ~ More Than Words Can Say ~ Song by SHINE

Jaina slowly shut the door. She couldn't believe it. She had a date. A smile of happiness covered her face.
Her heart felt like it was beating itself into hyperspace. The man who she was in love with had just asked her to go out with him. Then he had given her the challenge of only three hours to get ready, when she only had lounge around clothes and her Jedi outfit. And she knew that there was nothing in her wardrobe that looked even suitable enough to wear to The Vortex.
Just then her mother walked into the room, and was also grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, Jaina. You're back. How was the sim?"
Glancing at her mother she let out a sigh of joy. "It was wonderful. We beat the Chiss squadron."
"That's wonderful." She congratulated her daughter. "But that is not all that happened. What aren't you telling me?"
Jaina thought it might be neat to see her mother hang on suspense a few more minutes. "How about you tell me why you're so happy then I will tell you why I am?"
"You like seeing your mother on her seat don't you?"
A grin surpassed her face. "So why are you so glad?"
"Your father and Anakin are together again."
"Wow, two good things in one day? What is going to happen next?" Jaina remarked with glee. "Mom, you aren't going to believe it, but I got asked out on a date."
Leia gapped at her daughter. She was growing up into a woman so fast. Happiness filled her. "Jaina, I am so happy for you," she answered as she embraced her not-so-little girl.
Pulling away, Jaina confessed, "There is just one little problem, though."
"What is it?" Her mom asked in concern.
"I don't have anything to wear."
"Well, that's no problem. Let's go to my room and see what we can find. Where and when are you going?"
"The Vortex, and in three hours."
Shock stroked her mother's face; "You can't be serious?"
Jaina only giggled.
Her mother gave her a quick nudge to get moving. Just as they were about to make way to her mother's room, Han, her father looked at them and asked, "Whoa, slow down. What's the rush?"
Leia glanced at her daughter, not wanting to spoil the news for her.
"Uh... dad, I am going out on a date."
Surprise came over her father, and she didn't know what that meant. This was her first date after all. Her dad's cocky grin followed next and he spoke. "Well, it is finally time that you got out. So who is the lucky man?"
"Dad, I am not going to spoil the surprise. You can meet him when he comes to pick me up, but right now I have to get ready."
The two ladies rushed up the stairs and the door to Leia and Han's room shut with a loud clang. Anakin came running from the kitchen.
"What was that?"
"Only your mother and Jaina trying to get her ready for her first date." Han said casually.
"Jaina's got a date? That means she'll have to wear a dress. Oh, boy I can't wait to see this." Anakin childishly exclaimed.

"Oh, come one Jaina, won't you at least give me a hint of who it is?" Leia coaxed to her daughter, after she let the door slam shut.
"Sorry mother, but you'll just have to wait just like dad."
Sighing, she gave up and went into her closet. Leia knew her daughter didn't like formal attire; she usually just wore her pilot suit, or a pair of pants and a shirt.
Sorting through the outfits; she pulled out a simple but flattering gown of blue. A light sparkling blue sash that was see threw went along with it, giving the dress a little zest.
"I think I found the one just for you," Leia called out to her daughter.
Crawling out of the walk in closet, she saw Jaina sitting on the edge of the bed. "How about this?" Leia held out the dress and watched her eyes widened in awe.
Getting up from the bed, Jaina felt the soft fabric.
"Mother it is beautiful. But don't you think it is too much? Won't a pair of pants and shirt do?"
Leia gave her a look, "Jaina, this is your first date, plus you are going to The Vortex, a very formal restaurant. They won't let you in without a dress."
Taking the outfit out of her mother's hand she walked to the bathroom. Over her shoulders she called out, "Remind me to humiliate you after this."
"To late. I had my chance of humiliation long ago. Now I pass on the tradition onto my eldest child." She teased.
The door to the bathroom shut, and Jaina yelled back, "Oh, thanks. I feel so honored."

Leia was reading on her bed when she heard a knock on the wall. Glancing up from the datapad, she saw her daughter. But not as the fighter pilot she knew.
Gathering herself up, Leia beamed with joy that Jaina was in love. She reminded Leia of herself, except when she had met Han; she didn't have the luxury of dresses.
"So mom, what do you think?" Jaina said anxiously.
The gown laid on her perfectly; the bottom of the dress hung an inch of the ground. Jaina had wrapped the sash loosely around her waist. The neckline of the dress stopped a few inches below the neck; one reason Leia had chosen the particular dress. Not the Jaina would have worn anything revealing. Her hair was down and had been curled, pulled back by only a single clip on her right side.
"You look... so grown up, and beautiful. It will be perfect for... what was your date's name again?"
"I never told you. Come on, let's go show dad, I want to see his face before I leave," her daughter snickered.
Suddenly a voice came from the door. "Jaina, are you ready yet? Dad and I really want to see this dress thing on you."
Jaina glanced at her mother with a pathetic expression, "Then again..."
"Anakin, will you go wait down stairs. Your sister will be down in a second," Leia replied to her youngest son.
"Alright. Hurry, Jaina." With that, Anakin stumbled down the stairs.
Leia took her daughter by the hand and rushed over to her dresser. Opening her jewelry box she pulled out a necklace, one of which that had a tiny charm on it. The shape of two lightsabers crossing each other had been carved from a wood.
As she put it around her daughter's neck she told her, "This necklace was carved by Chewie. It is made out of the bark from his home planet. He created this for you the day you were born. I guess he knew that this was to be your sign in the Rogue Squadron. It looks perfect on you, Sticks."
A tear went down her cheek as she listened to her mother. "Thanks Chewie, thank you mom." Wiping the tear away she continued, "Come on, I have to get down stairs. He will be here any minute."
They both strolled out the door, quietly.
Entering the living room, her mother instructed her to stay put. Leia walked over to Han and Anakin, who were both sitting on the couch talking about how Jaina would look in any dress. *What they don't know is that she looks so grown up. * Leia giggled in her head.
Clearing her throat, the two both looked up.
"So where is the lady of the day?" Han questioned.
"Here father." Jaina slowly entered the room and bit her bottom lip. "So what do you think?"
Both Anakin and Han couldn't speak. She looked so much like a full-grown woman and so much like a young version of her mother.
"Well?" she questioned excitedly.
Anakin was the first to speak. "Jaina you look great. How does it feel to be in something besides a flight suit?"
Jaina glared at her youngest brother. "Tell you the truth, I think it would look a lot better on you than me."
"She got you their, son." Her father remarked.
"Dad!"
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Jaina glided to the door, and gradually opened the door. "Hi. Come in, my parents are dying to find out who you are."
The young man stepped inside.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Solo, Anakin." His eyes came to Jaina and she could feel the surprise seeping from him through the Force. "Jaina you look... lovely."
Trying to be polite, Leia greeted him with a warm welcome. "Hello Jag. I would have never guessed."
"I promise to have her back before 9:30. My uncle is taking us to The Vortex. This will be a double date thing."
"While then, you have my vote. See ya later kids. Have fun." Han said trying to act not like a zombie.
"Thanks," Jaina replied.
"Well, we better go. Uncle Wedge needs to pick up his date." And with that they walked out the door.
Han was dazed. Collapsing into a heap on the couch, the father placed his hand on his forehead.
Trying to lighten the mood, Leia humored her husband with one of the jokes he made earlier about Jaina. "Well, Han. You did say that you were glad that she finally was going out."
Han looked at his wife in disbelief. "Yeah, but I didn't know that it was going to Jag Fel."

Part six ~ Lookin' for Love ~ Song by Out of Eden

Jag opened the door to the slick black speeder his uncle had rented for the night. Holding out a hand to his gorgeous date, she grasped for his support as if it was the only thing keeping her alive.
Once out of the speeder, all four walked into the elegant restaurant.
Jag heard Jaina gasp at the decorative place. "It looks almost like a palace," Jaina whispered in his ear. She clung to his side like she would get lost if she went any farther from him. The closeness of her made Jag's heart race.
They reached the host, which was a tiny fur ball of an Ewok. "How many?" The small alien asked in perfect Basic.
"Four, but can we be seated at two different tables?"
"Anything for our customers. Please come this way." The Ewok gestured.
The group was led to two cozy little tables, both elegant but not to fancy. After the duos had been seated, Jaina asked Jag a question as they were both handed a menu.
"Jag, why aren't we sitting with your uncle and his date?"
"Uncle Wedge and I talked this out. He thought it would be nice if we had some time alone, to talk with each other. Or at least that was his excuse for telling me that he wanted time alone with his soon-to-be finance'. Why? Don't you like this?"
"Oh, I absolutely adore it. I was just curious." Jaina turned her attention back to the menu. "Why don't you order for me?"
Her date shot her a look from across the candle lit table. "Is that a challenge?"
"A challenge in exchange for a challenge."
Just then the waiter came by and asked what they would like to have. Without hesitation, Jag lifted his menu and pointed at something Jaina couldn't help but try to guess, but didn't try to use the Force. *Takes the fun out of falling in love. *
The waiter took the order leaving with the menus. Once the waiter was well out of listening range, Jag spoke up. "I have to admit that you and the Rogue Squadron are getting better."
"Just wait till we start our winning, streak. I will be the one giving the remarks."
Letting out a sigh, Jag folding his hands on the table and lend forward. "Then you better start now."
"What do mean?"
"The Chiss Squadron has been instructed to go check out some mysterious sightings of Yuuzhan Vong ships, near my homeworld."
Shock filled her body. "How many days do you have left till the mission goes out?"
"A week from now."
Suddenly the waiter served them their food. Jaina looked back at Jag with a surprised look on her face. "How did you know that I liked this?"
"I have my ways. So... I suppose that means we're tied now." Jag replied with a devious grin.
Dinner went on with no conversation and the romantic music played by a group of Vortex natives sweetly filled with the room. The quietness made Jag a bit nervous. Breaking the quiet, he tried to speak.
"I think I am falling in love with you." But instead of saying those words alone, the both said it in unison.
Jaina and Jag's eyes gazed into the others' in disbelief. Suddenly they began to go into a fit of laughter.
For the second time that day, Jag found himself chuckling. He couldn't help it, though with all his might he wished that his uncle wasn't there to witness it.
"You too?" Jaina said once they both had regained breath.
"As easy as it is to try to keep my feelings inside, I can't keep the feelings I have about you from you."
The fur-ball that was the host of the restaurant came rushing over to their table. "Forgive me for interrupting, but I have a message for the young lady." The little Ewok handed her a piece of old fashion paper. He then scurried off.
Jaina glanced at Jag. "Do you mind if I open it? I left my comlink at home, so it might be something important."
"No, go ahead."
"Thanks," she commented. Unfolding the paper, she frowned.
Concerned, Jag asked, "What is it?"
Jaina couldn't speak, so she handed him the note. It read, "Tell your twin not to have his mind wander on fake pleads, or someone will end up dead. And I have a funny feeling that it isn't going to be him. Curse the New Republic, New Jedi Order, and the Empire. May the Union thrive as well the Dark Agents. KD."

Enoil clutched the girl's hands behind her back as they entered the vessel that was destined to the Dark Agents headquarters; shoving the prisoner into the compartment they were located to, and climbed in.
The doors shut, and they were left alone in a windowless room as the pilots took them out of the port to the mysterious headquarters. Not one Yuuzhan Vong knew the location of the Agent's HQ, only the Universal Union personnel were allowed to see threw windows as getting to the planet.
Starrider got off the floor slowly; standing up she dusted off her dark blue gown and straightened her cape.
"Where did you get that outfit?" Enoil questioned.
Wandering threw the center of the ship that they had been placed; Seyla continued her inspection as she called out over her healed shoulder, "I found it laying on the chair when I woke up. Now can I ask you a question?"
"I think I owe you the favor, but I can't guarantee that I will be able to answer it."
"Good enough. I want to know, how long does this trip take?"
*Simple question, but no answer. * Thought the Yuuzhan Vong. "Umm... I am afraid that I don't know."
"Don't you at least know if it will take longer that a day?"
"Oh, I am sure it won't take longer than a hour."
Starrider nodded solemnly, and came back to the room where Enoil was sitting. Flopping down on the couch, she let out a sigh. "So what are we suppose to do while this big heap of junk is trying to get to its destination?"
"We could talk."
"About what?"
Leaning forward, Enoil replied, "How about how much you know about the Yuuzhan Vong."
This got her attention, startling her almost. "I can tell you as much as know about your kind as much as these pilots can let us know about the route to this agent's headquarters."
Enoil said no more to the human. Not that he could, because unknowingly one of pilots had sneaked up behind her and zapped her with some type of new organic weaponry. The pilot then tied her hands behind her back, and took her out of the room. Once the door closed, Enoil wondered if that was the last time he would ever lay eyes on the beautiful being again.
The Yuuzhan Vong clenched his chest as if it hurt, but it didn't. At least not physically, it was like he had feelings for Starrider. And for some reason he felt like concerned for the welfare of her.
Shaking off the feeling, he lay down on the couch and closed his eyes to rest from strange emotions.

With one swift order, the undercover dark agent rushed through the secret entrance toward the Agent's private quarters.
As he approached the doors, they slowly began to open and reveal an eerie black silhouette haunted the doorway. Bending down, and bowing his head to The Agent, he awaited his orders.
"Leave her on the floor, then leave."
He did as he was told, and left in a haste. Once he was almost to the exit, he heard a deceitful laugh that made him cringe.

Fin'h hovered Starrider over to the soft cushioned couch. *She shouldn't be out much longer, * he thought to himself. Gently he set her down and stopped the little trick. Three years ago, the trick used to tire him, but now it seemed to be no more trouble than blinking an eye.
The girl began to stir, rubbing her eyes she opened them, suddenly spotting him she sat up in fright.
Zengi walked backed and forth like predator ready to kill its prey. She didn't speak as he studied her figure, and her Force-sensibility. Even though on of his most reliable agents told him that Starrider had easy access to the Force, Zengi wanted to know how easily she had access to it.
To his surprise, she had more entrance to the Force than he realized. She had the same amount as Zengi did. He stopped prowling to speak.
"Pardon me, miss, but you are very strong in the Force."
As if snapping out of a trance, Starrider jumped off the couch only to be shoved down. She didn't struggle, didn't even try to get back up again. Only sat there in complete silence.
Anger, even though she tried to hold it in, flooded out of her like a waterfall. *Perfect, * he thought to himself.
"Yes, my dear. Let the anger flow out of you. There is no reason to keep it in."
Suddenly, all of the anger disappeared. "Who are you? And why am I here?"
"My name is Zengi Fin'h the leader of the dark agents. You can call me Zen. I am also the leader of the Universal Union."
"Are you're the one, who the Yuuzhan Vong call, The Agent?"
Zen let his eyes slowly look her up and down. "You are good. Yes, I am who they refer to as The Agent." Holding out his hand to help her from the couch, he waited till she took it. "And you my dear, are Seyla Starrider. Also known as Sey, am I not right?"
She nodded in fear.
"You are here because me. I commanded the Yuuzhan Vong to give you over to my power."
"You must be a very respected man, and with glorious amounts of authority to convince the Yuuzhan Vong to give me to you," Sey careful stated, as she plucked fancy words out of the air. She was still a little shaky but she had to know.
Zen replied, "Yes. The Yuuzhan Vong and the Union are now allies." He suddenly dragged her to a glass window. It slid open. Zen escorted her to the balcony that lay in front of them.
Sey walked out in awe, and breathed in a deep breath of fresh air. She hadn't been outside since she was forcefully captured from her planet. All she had seen for the last few days was the insides of the Yuuzhan Vong space cruisers and ships. The planet was made of vibrant greens and blues. The sky was painted in exotic red, oranges and pinks, and went pastel against the clouds. A soft breeze blew to the right of her, blowing her hair over to the left side.
"So I assume the Union holds more power than the Yuuzhan Vong?"
Placing his elbows on the rail, he answered. "Not quiet. The Yuuzhan Vong wanted us to help them 'purify' the New Republic. In return we requested that they would join us."
Brushing away a strain that got into her face, Sey blinked. "And they are ok with you being their ruler?"
"As long as they have their freedom to worship their gods, they have no problem."
"What if they wanted to break away from the... Union as you call it?"
Zen turned his head and starred at her. "They won't."
"But what if it did happen."
"They would be put to death, as an offering to their gods. They believe that if one of their believers broke away from their proposed loyalty, it would be impure. The only way to clean that impure ness is to be given up to the gods."
Sey was taken aback. She gazed at the sky once again. *Play along, you made a deal to Durron. You have to ignore what Fin'h says about the Vong religion. Don't loss your cool yet, girl. * She told herself.
"So what is my purpose here? I am only an ordinary fourteen-year-old girl. What use do I have to you?" Sey questioned.
"Ah, but you are wrong. You are not just any ordinary girl. You are a Force-sensitive. Your purpose here is to learn how to use your ability, and to become a dark agent."
Her heart began to pound. Seyla always wanted to be able to use the Force, but never knew that she even had the ability too. "I can't do it if it involves practicing the Yuuzhan Vong faith."
This time it was his turn to be taking aback. "No, becoming a dark agent has nothing to do with the Yuuzhan Vong's religion. It only involves long and tedious hours training in the Force... and of the dark side." He let a lingering moment pass. "So are you in?"
"Yes, Zen. I will be committed to learning this fine art."
Again he held out his hand. She grasped the hand with no hesitation. An eerie sensation began to wrap around her.
Sey let go. "So... tell me, what does a dark agent do?"
A grin surpassed his face. "That is your first part of your training. Learning about the dark agents.
First of all, the dark agents are a group of secret Force-sensitive people who have undergone the training of using the Force. Along with that training we are taught how to fight, fly, and most importantly learn from the mistakes the Empire and the Sith have made."
Something began to move out of the corner of her eye. Twisting her head she saw a rather old datapad floating over to Zen's hand.
"What is that?" she motioned to the rusted pad.
Typing in something, he answered the question. "This is the only record the Sith and Empire ever kept. In it holds all the information from the time before Queen Amidala and Anakin Skywalker were even two years old." He paused. "You do know who they are? Don't you?"
"Yes. Queen Amidala was the queen of Naboo, at the age of thirteen. Anakin Skywalker was from the planet Tatooine, a slave by Nute Gunray. Uh..." Sey tried to think of another ending that would reveal her as an Imperial minded girl. "Oh, and both Anakin and Amidala fell in love, and had twins. When the twins were barely one, Anakin was killed in space combat trying to free the slaves from Tatooine. Amidala then hid the two twins from the Empire and dark Sith Lords who wanted to kidnap the twins and teach them the dark ways.
"The twins were never seen from again. And the Empire never traced them. Darth Vader was the only one who was able to trace one of the two twins. Luke Skywalker. Luke was almost over to the darkside, but somehow found resistance to it. And well, you know the rest of the story."
Zen nodded in astonishment. "Where have you been able to obtain all of this information?"
"My planet had a man living there who said that he created the story. I... I can't remember his name now. Well, he wrote the stories in books and made six movies on them. Episode 2 and 3, were the two that hadn't come out before I was... was taken from my planet. So I don't know what happened between there. Other authors helped him out, and they have been like a newsletter from galaxies away, on what was happening here."
"Interesting. So you know about the Sith teachings?"
Seyla looked to the side of her. "I am afraid not. They were never revealed to anyone but the authors and directors."
"Then you shall learn them. Come with me to the HN."
An expression of perplexed ness covered the girl's face.
As if reading her mind, Zengi replied, "HN is a shorter way of saying the Holonet. Have you ever used one before?"
"No, but I have used a computer and accessed the Internet before. Have you ever used one?" she sarcastically asked.
"Uh, no. I have never heard of it."
Sey sighed, "Well then, by all means, show me to the HN. I am pretty sure that it isn't much different from what I am used to working with."
Zen just shrugged and led the way. *Wow, * He thought. *I didn't know that Starrider was open-minded. She will make the perfect dark agent, and possibly the perfect decoy. *

Part seven ~ Anybody Out There ~ Song by Burlap to Cashmere

As Jacen scanned threw the topics he had to choose from the Holonet, a shiver ran down his spin. Right in front of him the Holo sites were listed. All about these mysterious 'dark agents.'
The teen had been on the HN for nearly an hour and nothing came up on what he needed to know. He sighed and continued to go down the list.
He click on one that didn't seem to have anything to relatively do with what he was searching for, but who knew. It was labeled sey:(.union and didn't sound like anything but another wannabe site. Suddenly a password login came up.
Curious Jacen typed in;









The box disappeared, and went into a different screen. It was set up like a chat room, but something was different. No one else was one it but one person. The dialogue box opened up. Nothing was in it, and then almost like someone heard his complaint, message came up. It was from someone who used the screen name JediPrincess.
JediPrincess ~ Is anybody out there who can help me?
He hadn't thought that he would be asked the question. Thinking it would be best not to answer the question, but he was curious. Then he typed his reply.
JKJS~ Hello?
JediPrincess ~ Hi! My name is Seyla Starrider. Yours must Jacen Solo. (I typed that with a smile.) Thank goodness that you found this site.
JKJS~ How do you know my name?
JediPrincess ~ Well, besides that you typed Jedi Knight in, what else can JS mean?
JKJS ~ Well, it could also mean... maybe your right. So what are you doing in this site?
JediPrincess ~ Listen, I can't chitchat much longer. The Yuuzhan Vong captured me. Now I am in the hands of the Union. You may not have heard of them, but they are a new threat to the entire universe. I need your help to escape from their leader/ruler named Zengi Fin'h. He is sixteen, only two years older than I am. Hopefully you can do the math to figure out my age. Well, he wants me to become a dark agent. He says that I am Force-sensitive, but I don't want to even pretend to joke around with the darkside. Jacen, help me. He has an old datapad with all of the Empire's records before Queen Amidala and Anakin Skywalker even met. You might not understand that, but you will soon. I don't know yet what planet I am on, but it is beautiful, with bright greens and blues in the vegetation. The sky was orange and pink in the afternoon and the temperature is just right. That is all I know. I also know that the Yuuzhan Vong have forged a treated between them and the Union. You got to give this to someone. I am acting like I am on his side; I am trying to spy on him. It will help you. There is another thing you need to know. Kyp Durron visited me on the Yuuzhan Vong ship. I have a funny feeling that he has something to do with this. I will try to communicate with you later. Now I have to go. Anything you want to add before I cut off the line?
JKJS~ Yes, how do I know that this is the truth?
JediPrincess ~ You'll have to have faith in what I say. Trust me.
JKJS~ I don't know... did you say that Zengi Fin'h has you?
JediPrincess ~ Yeah. You've heard of him?
JKJS ~ Only from his journal I found.
JediPrincess ~ Oh, well that may...
JKJS ~ No, you don't understand. In his journal he wrote that once the transports to Yavin 4 leave from Coruscant, that he would return to the old Imperial palace to retrieve the journal. Then show the betrayers of the Empire who was boss, and the New Republic.
JediPrincess ~ Then you must tell the transports not to leave. GTG. Give it to your Uncle Luke and this print out. I seriously have to go. Believe me this isn't a prank. All I want to do is help you get these evils out of the universe and go home to see if my family still lives. Always dreaming, Seyla Starrider Sey:)
Jacen printed out the messages. He couldn't believe it. A prisoner of the Yuuzhan Vong was able to access the Holonet. *Wouldn't the Yuuzhan Vong find it offensive that their leader kept a machine? But it shouldn't offend them if the Union has more power than they do. But how could they have more power than the Yuuzhan Vong? *
Suddenly the door to the bedroom swung open. Standing in the doorway was Jaina, his twin sister, in an elegant dress. "What are you all dressed up for Jaina? Going out on a date?" he teased.
Usually she would have a comeback, a better one, but instead she said, "Actually, I had to cut it short. Jag was polite enough for me to leave."
Jacen laughed then stopped. "You're serious? You actually had a date?"
"Yes, but that isn't why I cut the date short." She shut the door and sat on the bed, handing him a piece of crisp clean paper.
He unfolded it, and read. His eyes went big as his got near the ending.
"Can you tell me what this is all about Jacen? Who is KD? What is he talking about?"
Jacen knew that he couldn't keep the fact a secret anymore. Jaina was just too caught up in her emotions; she really hadn't paid much attention to him. Now she was totally focused and wanted to know every sliver of information.
"I'll have to tell you on the way to Uncle Luke's apartment."
Her brother was out of the door before she could even ask why. *Well, I guess I don't have anytime to change. * She thought.

*Uncle Luke? Aunt Mara? Hurry please, and open the door! *
Mara Jade sleepily opened her eyes. She glanced out the window and saw the sunset, lazily went down. She had been resting more so that usual. *It's the illness. *
She was just getting over it, and the naps were doing her good.
*Auntie Mara? Are you there? *
It took her a moment to realize that Jacen was calling her. Where was Luke? *Oh, yes. He left early to Yavin 4 with Kyp's group. *
Getting up slowly she answered her nephew. *Come in, Jacen. I am in the bedroom. *
The door creaked open; Mara got up and dragged herself out into the living room. To her surprise Jaina was with Jacen, wearing a very formal dress no doubt. Both of the teens came over to her and helped her to the couch. She would have shooed them away, but her lack of energy left her a bit tired.
Once she was seated on the couch, and the two twins were comfortably in place, the aunt questioned Jaina. "What's up with the dress? New change?
"No, a date that ended all to short," she sighed.
Nosy as she was, Mara continued. "Not the right guy?"
"Oh, Sith no. He's perfect. But I had to cut it short because of a note."
A confused expression filled her face. Jacen must have seen it. "You remember what happened this morning? Well, another set of events has happened." He pulled out an old frayed book and a folded piece of paper.
Jacen told his aunt and twin sister what had happened. Once he was finished reading the journal, chat messages, and the note, Jaina spoke up.
"Ok, will one of you explain to me what happened this morning? I was at the simulator, and I would like to have an update."
This time Mara told her niece what had happened with Jacen. "Jacen left and Luke and I began to talk about it, meditating again to see if we could get a hint or clue to what or who it was, but nothing came."
"Where is Uncle Luke?" she asked.
"He left early with Kyp's group."
Jacen jumped up from the chair, "Aunt Mara we have to stop every transport leaving to Yavin 4 with the Jedi."
"Why? We aren't needed here, plus other students are still waiting back on Yavin to be trained."
"Then we have to get them here on Coruscant or another planet in the Core. We can't leave, or this dark agent will attack here. But we have to get everyone off Yavin 4, and tell Uncle Luke's transport to turn back around. Jaina, you are on the Rogue Squadron. Do you think there is any way for use to stop the transports?"
"Well, I don't really have the authority to place such things, but I know mom would defiantly know how to go about this, but she and dad are spending time together. They left a message on table and said that they had gone out and wouldn't be back till very late."
Mara replied, "So that leaves us." She thought for a moment. "Jaina, get a hold of Colonel Darklighter and see what you can do about stopping those transports, got it?"
Jaina understood and nodded. She left the apartment to and search for Darklighter.
"Jacen you try to get in contact again with this Starrider. I will try to get a hold of Luke and your brother."
Her nephew helped her to the com-council. He left to the Holonet and set to work.

Zen woke up earlier than he had anticipated. It was still dark, and he looked at the chrono. It said 11:20. Something was wrong; it was just to quiet.
He had gone to bed and left Starrider on the HN. He had his alarm go off if she even tried to go onto sites that she could reveal herself to the New Republic. It was password protected, and if she wanted to enter those sites she'd have to know the code. *But she doesn't. * He pondered with a smile on his face.
Walking out of his room he went to the HN to see if she had turned it off. Starrider was a lot smarter than he thought; it took her only two minutes to figure out how to work the HN.
He stopped in front of the council and found it had been shut off properly. Wondering where she was, he strolled into the living room. He found her in fetal position wrapped up in her cloak.
She was sleeping soundly, but knew better than to leave her on the couch. Using the Force he hovered her to the spare bedroom onto the bed. He closed the door, quietly.
The dark agent went over to the council and checked through the sites she had searched. All were about the Empire, or Yuuzhan Vong. Suddenly he found something quiet different. There was a little icon that displayed the name sey:(.union. It was listed on a list of sites that had to do with the Empire or darkside.
He clicked it. A password box came up and he typed in;










Pressing enter, he waited patiently for the next screen to come up. When it did, the message that was set up shocked him.
JediPrincess ~ Welcome, Zen to my Holo site! Don't you like it? I created it last night while you were sleeping. You can go through it and see all the stuff you want to know about the Empire and Sith. This can't get into New Republican hands. Trust me. You know how you have to type in your title and initials? Well, if it is a Jedi or New Republican Official they will go to a site that is about themselves. If it is an Imp, they will go to a site about themselves. Well, I got to be going. Look through it if you don't think that I am telling the truth. Seyla Starrider Sey:( P.S. I am not a Jedi Princess by the way. At least I don't think I am. (I typed that with a smile.)
Zen grinned at the projection. She was already luring the fools of the New Republic into a trap. *Perfect. * Now at least he wouldn't have to tell her that she was suppose to deceive anyone in the Republic, not that she did know anybody in the government. *Just an extra little caution. *
He logged off the HN and went to his secret office covered by some flimsy plast. Pressing his hand on it the gray color he lifted it from the flimsy plast and saw the imprint his hand had made. He could see that no one had gone into his office. Zen had to remember not to have Seyla lend against the wall.
Finding the slit that let him threw, he found himself in a small entryway. In front of him was the door to his office.
He slowly opened it and stepped inside. The agent glanced at his desk; nothing was out of place, but there was a blinking light coming from his central Holo message council and looked at the number that was on his comlink.
It was Durron. Why couldn't he just call and leave a message instead of leaving a number.
Zen punched in the numbers for voice transmission only.

Kyp Durron was in a meeting with a group of Jedi, and just about to propose his complaint to Jedi Master Luke when suddenly his comlink went off. He froze, worried about who was trying to contact him. "Before I start, I suggest that we take a break. Master Luke?"
The Jedi Master nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think we should too. We have all been cooped up in here for nearly five hours. How about we take a twenty minute break, if you don't mind waiting that long Kyp."
"No it is just what all need." His comlink beeped again. "If you'll excuse me."
The thirty-two year old man rushed into his quarters for some privacy.
"Kyp Durron speaking."
"Durron, I have told you countless times before to leave a message on my comlink. Don't leave me a number. I don't have time for it!"
It was Fin'h. Kyp let out a breath. "Listen Fin'h. I am sorry. I was in the middle of a meeting and was unable too. There is a problem. Jacen Solo got in contact with Starrider threw the HN last night. He knows about the plan, and somehow convinced the spaceport on Coruscant to stop all of the transports heading to Yavin 4. We haven't received a message from them yet, to head back."
"No need to worry. I can handle the girl; you just take care of Jacen. Did you send the threat?"
"Yes, before I left I gave it to the host of The Vortex restaurant, to give to his sister."
There was a long pause. "Good. We will be ready to go to Plan B as soon as Ebony finishes her job. Oh, and Durron? I hope what Starrider was telling me about you visiting her on the Vong vessel isn't true."
Suddenly the connection was cut off. Fin'h disconnected his, and static only came through Kyp's comlink. Fear crawled up and down his body. Nothing was going as anticipated. There was one minor detail he had left out when he decided to go and become an undercover dark agent for the Union.
*Starrider. *
There was a voice coming from behind him. Turning around he saw that it was his ex-student Ganner.
"Is there something wrong, sir?"
Kyp didn't know how to respond.
"Umm... well, Master Luke said that the meeting will start in one hour instead of two. And you are the last one who wanted to talk with him."
"Tell, him never mind. I have nothing that I need to discuss anymore."
Ganner frowned, then slowly closed the door.

Luke Skywalker listened to Ganner tell him through thought speak what had just happen when he went into Kyp's room to get him for the meeting.
Shock came over Luke. He knew that this wasn't like Kyp.
Zoning back into reality, he dismissed the other Jedi who uncomfortably squirmed in their seats. Once everyone was out he took Ganner to his private office.
"Alright, Ganner tell me everything that happened."
Nodding in respect he told the Jedi Master what happened once again. "It just doesn't sound like Kyp to dismiss a complaint, though how rude it sounds, it's true."
"I know. Something isn't right. Is he still in his room?"
The student answered, "Yes. He didn't budge when I closed the door."
"Ok. I will go see him now. Kyp and I need to have a little talk."

She was in dressed in the same garment Kyp had given her, but she was on a bed, in a different room. Jerking up, she scanned the room. It was painted in the same gray as the rest of the place.
Gathering herself up she walked over to the door and saw that she was sleeping in the guestroom. Stepping out of the room she shut the door with a soft creak.
Walking over to the HN council she turned on the projector. A datapad had been left on, and it read; Durron is on the first transport ship along with his students. Skywalker came aboard last minute. Durron planted a bug in Skywalker's comlink so that you may trace him. Once they turn back to Coruscant, you are ordered to continue with Plan A. ZF. Seyla's heart sank as she read the note. Quickly she went back onto her site and ran the chat room set up only for JKJS. She began to type.
JediPrincess ~ Hey JKJS are you there?
JKJS~ Starrider! I can't believe it you're on! My sister just told none of the transports to Yavin 4 to have access out. Aunt Mara is still trying to get a hold of Uncle Luke.
JediPrincess ~ STOP HER! LET HALF OF THE TRANSPORTS LEAVE. THE OTHER HALF STAYS ON CORUSCANT. IF YOUR UNCLE'S TRANSPORT TURNS BACK TO CORUSCANT EVERYONE ON YAVIN 4 AND ALL INFORMATION ON THE PLANET WILL BE DESTROYED. ABORT CONNECTION TO HIM! THERE IS A TRACER PLANTED IN HIS HOLO AND VOICE COUNCIL. THE UNION WILL TRACE THE SHIP AND WILL BE ATTACKED. ALL JEDI WILL BE TAKEN PRISONERS BY THE DARK AGENTS. EVIL DARK JEDI WHO USED THE TEACHINGS OF THE EMPIRE AND SITH, AND MADE A FLAWLESS GROUP OF CUNNING AND RUTHLESS WARRIORS TRAINED IN THE FORCE AND IN MILITARY. THEY AREN'T WHAT THEY SEEM. THEY ARE ACTING JUST LIKE EMPORER PALPATINE DID WHEN HE WAS IN THE OLD REPUBLIC! TRUST ME! ONLY LET YOUR AUNT CONTACT LUKE THREW THEIR BOND IN THE FORCE. CAN'T CHAT, FIN'H WILL WAKE UP SOON! SEY:(

Part eight ~ You Got It (Relocation) ~ Song by Plankeye

Jacen reread the warning from Starrider on the printed copy, and then rushed to his aunt's side.
"Stop, Aunt Mara! Don't try to contact Uncle Luke! Disconnect now!"
Confused on why she should disconnect the call to Luke, she questioned, "Jacen, slow down. What is the problem? I thought we wanted to get a hold of..." but before she could finish speaking, her nephew reached over and shut off the council. Appalled by his behavior, she asked in a calm voice. "Ok. Why did you just shut off the connection to Luke?"
Still trying to catch his breath, he handed his aunt the message from Starrider.
It took a second for Mara to take in the message. She looked up at her nephew, stunned at what it said. "You can't be serious?"
"This is no joke, Aunt Mara."
As if snapping back into reality, she perked up. "Then we have to tell your sister to allow half of the transports leave, and fast."
"Do you know where she went?"
"She went to find Darklighter."
Thinking quickly, he asked, "Did she take her comlink with her?"
"I don't think she had it when she came, but I will try to get a hold of her while you go and look around. Ok?"
"Alright." With that Jacen headed out the door and broke into a dead run straight to Gavin Darklighter's office.

Still in her mother's elegant dress, Jaina ran threw the hall to the hanger. From her conversation with the secretary Colonel Darklighter was busy with some mechanical work in the bay.
Running with all her might she got to the hanger still able to breathe at a steady rate. She scanned the large area but found no Colonel. At least not the one she needed at the moment.
"What are you doing here? I thought you had...."
"Jag, it is a long story but right now I need Colonel Darklighter to stop all of the transports heading towards Yavin 4."
Shock and confusion flooded his face. "Why?"
"It is a long story but, Coruscant will be attacked if we send them to Yavin. Do you know where he is?"
Taking a breath, Jag scratched his head in thought. "He should be in his office."
"Thanks," she replied, then perplexed him even more with a peck on the cheek.

Jaina let the door fly open as she rushed into Darklighter's office. "Jacen? Aren't you suppose to be trying to contact..."
"Did it, and found some surprising information. Half of the transports leave to Yavin now. The others have to stay behind."
Gavin nodded. "Jaina please have a seat, you look exhausted. Everything is being taken care of."
The sixteen-year-old girl slumped thankfully to the chair and tired to catch her breath.

Sey was just about to sign-off when she saw that the message on the datapad was dated that day, but there was one more after it. Looking behind her to see if Fin'h was up, she pressed the button to go on.
She paled as she read the words.
It had been ordered thirty minutes ago.
Checking once more to see if Fin'h hadn't come out of his room, Seyla turned to the HN council and typed in a message. Seyla thought to herself as she typed in the warning.
JediPrincess ~ Hopefully someone is there to read this. URGENT!!! PLAN B HAS BEEN ISSUED!!! COPY OF COMMAND: ATTACK SHIP SKYWALKER IS ON. BRING ALL CAPTIVES TO UNION HEADQUARTERS. DURRON REVEAL HIMSELF ONCE SHIP IS TAKEN OVER. DARK AGENT LYDIA WILL LEAVE CORUSCANT AND BRING ALL INFORMATION FILES BACK TO UNION HQ. BLOCKADE ON YAVIN 4 WILL BE HELD, AND ADD A FULL GROUND AND AIR ASSAULT. DA LYDIA WILL KILL SOLO TWINS. BEFORE LEAVING CORUSCANT. DARK AGENT ZENGI FIN'H, LEADER OF THE UNION. ISSUED ORDER ... SOMEONE READ ASAP!!!

Mara Jade walked slowly over to the HN where she had set her comlink. The HN was still up and on the same screen where Jacen had left it. Suddenly a message came up. Her blood went cold.
She fumbled with the comlink and connected to Jacen's. She knew that he had taken his in case of an emergency.

"Jacen! Are you there? Major change in the plans."
Jacen Solo grabbed his comlink and answered the voice. "Aunt Mara? What's the matter?"
"There is another message from Starrider." Jaina and Jacen exchanged looks. "It says that Plan B has been issued. The copy of the order reads; attack the ship your uncle is on and take all the prisoners to the Union headquarters. Durron will reveal himself. Blockade on Yavin 4 along with a full pledged ground and air assault. Dark Agent Lydia kill the Solo twins, then leave. It is sighed by Dark Agent Zengi Fin'h."
All three of the people in the office looked at each other. "Anakin! Where is he?" Jaina yelled in fright.
"We got to find him. Aunt Mara where is Anakin?"
There was a long pause of silence from the comlink. "He left with his uncle on the transport."
The older sister took the comlink from her brother's hand. "Contact Uncle Luke threw the Force and warn him and Anakin."
"I will go track down Lydia." Jacen stated.
Gavin stood up and questioned, "You know her?"
"Yes, she is a new student at the Academy. But she also is a security guard and has access to all of the New Republic Top Secret Files."
"Ah, well what do we do about the ships?"
Jaina shut down the link and answered. "There is going to be a blockade at Yavin. We have to get half of them over there along with armored ships."
"And the Rogue Squadron." The leader claimed. "Alright. I will get that done. You two go trace that agent."
He didn't realize that they had already left when he said that.

Lydia Ebony sneaked threw the old Imperial Palace following the Solo twins. Her hand hovered steadily near her lightsaber.
The two were trying to look for her, and she was right behind them and they didn't even know. Maybe because she dyed her hair black had been pulled back into a tight ponytail. The pilot suit was a dark gray, and was a bit big on her figure. Not something that she usually wore, but hey, it fooled them.
Suddenly the two split up. Lydia realized that Jaina was unprotected, and had forgotten her lightsaber. A smile crept slowly on her face.
Jacen had his and would be a challenge but she could get his sister first. That way he would go back to find his twin dead and he would be caught unexpectedly in a trap and fight for the wrong reasons.
The plan was perfect. All she had to do was get rid of one, and the other would come straight to her.
Silently she followed Jaina to the apartment. Using the Force she waited till she know that the girl was up the stairs. Then pulling out her security card she slipped into the room and tiptoed up the stairs. Grabbing her lightsaber from its clip, she unhooked it and got ready to activate it.
Lydia sensed that Jaina was in her room. She pushed the door open slowly and activated her lightsaber. *Finally, the Solo line will end. Once and for all. *

Alarm bells rang loudly in the back of Jaina Solo's mind. Just as she was about to clip her lightsaber to her side, her instincts told her to ignite it.
Twisting around she turned on the lightsaber, to find her opponent. It was Lydia, and she wasted no time to parry. The blade was almost close enough to scorch her side. But Jaina blocked it just in time with one swift and quick motion.
"Lydia, what are you doing?" Jaina said threw her teeth.
Her eyes turned to ice as an eerie grin came over her mouth. "I am going to kill you, Jaina, watch you die slowly, and wait for your brother to come and find you dead, then it will be his turn to join you."
Blocking another hit, she tried to continue conversation. "Why?"
"To rid the universe of simple minded people like you. I will not allow you to have the choice of death or coming over to the Union. No, I will not make the same mistake the Emperor made with Skywalker. Mistakes will not be tolerated in the Union. I promise you, I will be with you the moment you take your last breath."
Turning hard to the right the tried to slash at Jaina's side again. Lunging forward Jaina received a blow to her left waist.
Pain coursed up and down her body. She let out a cry of agony.
Trying to put it aside she blocked her opponent, as she let out a call of help to her brother and any other near Force-sensitive person.

Part nine ~ All I Have to Give ~ Backstreet Boys

Jag was strolling down the hallway to where Jaina was staying when suddenly a voice came into his mind.
*Help! Someone, this is Jaina. I am in my bedroom in the presidential suite. Lydia Ebony is trying to kill me. Please come and help me! *
*Jaina, I am coming! *
Suddenly, Jag found himself running to the door of the apartment. It was wide open. Frightened he jogged as fast as he could up the stairs. The smell of burnt flesh and the hum of lightsabers came from the room at the end of the hallway.
Two voices were yelling at one another. The Chiss Squadron leader recognized one, which belonged to Jaina. The other was only faintly familiar, but it didn't ring a bell.
He was going to run into the room, but though not. He would surely be cut to pieces if he just ran in there. *What do I do? * He pondered. *Leia Organa, she has a lightsaber. I am sure that she wouldn't take it with her to dinner. * Sneaking into her room, he looked threw her drawers. She would forgive him later, once she knew way he was doing such an improper thing.
There it was. Grasping the cool metal cylinder he fumbled with it, and found which end was which.
A scream came from the room.
Sprinting to the room he activated it, held it over his head, only to deactivated it and run to his girlfriend's side. No one else was to be seen in the room, as he checked to Jaina.
She was lying in a puddle of dark crimson blood. Jag searched her to find where the oozy liquid was coming from. He found a deep gash on her left side of her torso. Shaking his head in disbelief, he tore one of the white sheets on one of the beds in half.
Carefully he tended the wound. Once he got it cleaned he wrapped the torn sheet around her tight enough to stop some of the blood. He took her pulse.
She was still alive, but barely.
Quickly he called the medical center. As he waited for them to come he whispered in Jaina's ear.
"Jaina, please wake up. If this is a challenge, I renounce it. Please don't die on me. Not now." Jag began to break down. It was the second time in his life he couldn't hold in his emotions about Jaina. She was someone and something totally different. She was what kept him going each day to attend the stupid semi. Jaina was the person who kept his life alive, and fun.
The next thing he knew, the MD's came in and took her to the hospital. Jag never left her side. He ran along side the doctors, holding on to Jaina's frail hand. He could feel the life slowly being drained out of her.
Fear, rose up inside of him. Never in his life had he experience something this devastating. For the first time he felt himself actually wanting to think positive thoughts.
A gentle voice interrupted him, "Sir, I am afraid you'll have to wait out here."
"Huh?"
"You'll have to wait out here."
Jag nodded. He knew that arguing would only delay the time in helping Jaina to survive. He looked around for a place to sit. An empty chair sat lone in the bleached white hallway.
*Jaina? Where are you? Speak to me. *
It was Jacen. He probably was terrified. Jag dialed the twin's link number. "Jacen? This is Jag Fel. Are you there?"
He waited patiently for an answer. "Jag? Have you seen Jaina? I can't seem to contact her threw the Force, and I need to find her. Lydia Ebony, one of the newest students to join the Jedi Order, well to put it short and sweet, is trying to kill us. I don't know where she is, and Lydia will try with all her might to..."
Jag interrupted his girlfriend's twin. He knew that he couldn't bare to hear anymore. If Jacen stayed in one place to long, Lydia would surely find him.
"Jacen, stop talking. Your sister is unconscious and is in the operating room at the hospital. Lydia has already tried to kill her. She is after you next. Get you butt over here, now. I will try to get a hold of your parents. Hurry."
"Copy, Spike Lead."
Jag knew that Jacen had heard everything he had said. The pilot had learned after a few visits with him that the teen coped with troubles by trying to make jokes, like his father usually did.
An eerie quietness filled his ears once he shut off the comlink. There was still the sound of medical droids, and doctors running about to help their patients, but something didn't feel right. Trying to make the feeling go away, Jag punched in the number to Leia and then Han' comlink.
It took a minute or two, but they answered shortly after the third try.
"I thought I told the Senate no more interruptions. I would like to spend time with my husband before he leaves and with out being beeped because of a stupid quarrel that can be fixed by one simple word."
The agitated voice of Leia Organa came threw the link loud and clear.
"I am sorry to bother you, Mrs. Organa. This is Jag Fel..." Shockingly he found himself unable to continue.
"Jag, oh please forgive me. I thought you were one of the senators. Is there something wrong?"
Taking in a deep breath, he tried his best to continue. "...I don't know precisely how to present this, but your daughter is in the hospital. Please come down quickly."
Jag abruptly clicked the link off. He knew that the gesture was quite rude, but he just wasn't ready to answer any questions. At least Jaina's parents would be quick to get here.
Feeling like he needed someone to talk to he found himself dialing his uncle's link code.
"Uncle Wedge, do you have a moment?"

Wedge Antilles, shuffled threw his desk, and searched for his comlink. He had barely set it down and now it was under the mountain of papers.
Hadn't he come here just to help out in the war? He knew that he hadn't come to sign papers and write out documents.
"Uncle Wedge, do you have a moment?"
*There it is. *
"Hello? Jag?"
"Hey, do you have a moment."
The tone in his nephew's voice wasn't the same way as it had been this evening. Something had happened. "Yeah, I was just heading out to grab me a cup of caffeine. You want some?"
There was a short pause before he replied. "I'd rather pass."
"I never heard you pass down a cup of caff before. What happened? Are you still sore about your date ditching you?"
"No, she didn't leave cause of me. It is a long story, but it would be a whole lot easier and less expensive if I talked to you in person. I am in the hospital, right outside of the ER. If I am not there, ask the nurse which room Jaina Solo is in."
Then static came on, as Wedge tried to take everything he had just heard, in while he ran to the hospital ward.

Leia unconsciously fiddled with her wedding ring on her hand.
Her husband noticed it and spoke up. "Honey," he gripped her hands lovingly, "don't worry. It will do no good. Jaina is in good hands now. We are going as fast as we can."
His wife looked at him with her swollen red eyes that had been crying silently away. She laid her head on his chest and began to weep some more.
They were just trying to spend some last minute time together before Han had to leave later that night. Instead of having a nice quiet dinner, they had been interrupted once more, but this time on an entire different scale.
The call came from Jag Fel, the boy who Jaina was going out with to a fancy restaurant. The news hit Leia hard and Han too. It just still didn't seem like this was happening. Jag had only told them that their daughter was in the hospital, and then clicked the comlink off.
It wasn't like Jag at all. He was usually very throe and informative, and the way he had acted on the link told Han that something defiantly wasn't right.
He held his wife and whispered little words of hope into her ear as they waited to dock at the Old Imperial Palace's hospital level. Stroking her cheek he gave her a hug of reassurance. Jaina wouldn't die on them.

Part ten ~ The Dream ~ Instrumental by MEHDI

Seyla quickly shut down the Holonet. Glancing at the time, she let out a long whistle.
It was coming around to be midnight. She could have sworn that she had slept more than a few hours, but then again time in her imagination was odd.
The young teen looked around the room for something to do. A black book caught her eye that was lying on the bookshelf. Curious, she pulled it slowly from the shelf, careful not to disorder the other documents. Flopping down on the couch she began to read.
An icy breeze suddenly blew into the room. Setting the book down, she ran over to the balcony. One of the doors had mysteriously blown open. She pushed it closed, and locked the latch. Trying once again to settle down, Seyla quietly starred at the words that had been typed on the dusty pages. All of her hope seemed to fade as she read on.
It was the book that Fin'h was talking about that afternoon. As she continued to scan threw the words and paragraphs the lighting in the room dimmed, but she was still able to read the words.
Finally it was to dark to even see her nose. Closing the book, she began to get up from the couch and go back to bed, but something seemed to paralyze her from moving.
She looked around to see who was holding her down but only darkness enveloped her. The sound of footsteps came into her ears. Glancing up she saw an even darker black that was in the shape of a man in a Jedi cloak. Around him a gray smoke rose. When he turned around, Seyla gasped.
Even though she had never met the creature in person before, Seyla knew exactly who it was.
Palpatine.
The ugly monster of a man began to speak with the same deceiving mouth, in a rasp and dry voice. "You will never succeed in your plan, Starrider. You and your people will parish in a horrible and antagonizing death, unless you bow down to me and come to the darkside." He pointed his bony finger at her.
Seyla didn't budge or stir, and tried to hide her fear. Inside she was shaking terribly, but she knew nothing would harm her with God on her side. "I am not afraid of you. You are only a figment of my imagination."
He lifted his frail hand once more and pressed his fore finger and thumb together. "Well, then this figment has Force abilities."
He pinched the air between his fingers hard, and Seyla felt like her esophagus was closing in. She panicked, racing her hands up to her throat as if to pull the invisible fingers away. Fear pumped up and down her body. *This is exactly what Vader did to one of the imperial officers on the almost finished Death Star. *
Again she clenched her neck, but he didn't release his grip.
*God, help me. *
Amazingly, air began to rush down into her lungs. Taking in slow and deep breaths, she caught her breath. Gazing back up at the former emperor, she discovered his mouth was hanging down in shock.
"You have no power here anymore, Palpatine. I will never fall down on my knees to anyone but my God."
The smoke vanished and the darkness disappeared, everything returned back to its original lighting. Her throat hurt each time she breathed. She was positive the spirit had left bruises on her neck.
She looked back at the black book again. Something was written in there that not even the deceased Palpatine wanted her to know. Her hand reached for the book, only to retract back. Seyla felt someone else was in the room with her, someone who was living and breathing.
Seyla scrambled to get the book back in its proper place. She put it back, and stayed by the bookshelf, pretending to study the titles and authors. A hand unexpectedly set itself on her shoulder, startling her almost causing her to jump. Turning around she found that it was Fin'h.
"Oh, it's just you."
An eyebrow went up once she made the statement. "Who else would it be? I..." but before he could finish his words, he notices two marks on her neck. The marks were faintly bruised, but still bruised. He lifted up his right hand and gentle touched the dark spot as he said, "What happened here?"
Seyla backed up to the bookshelf and grabbed her neck. It hurt her when he brushed his fingers across the sore. She didn't know what to say do, or say to him.
"Well? Did someone come in here and try to hurt you?"
She nodded.
Fin'h turned around and began to search the room. "Where are they? Once I find them I will kill them."
Reaching out her free hand she stopped him. "You won't be able too. He already is."
"What?"
"I picked up the black book over on the shelf, and began to read it." Starrider told him the story of how the balcony door blew open, and whom she saw in the darkness. At the end of her story, he clasped her hands into his.
"I want you to promise me that you ever again try to read that book, at least not until I tell you. Got it?"
*So you do have a weakness. But why do want me to keep my nose out of that book? * She wondered to herself.
"Because you aren't ready, only dark agents can read the book. But only after they make The Promise."
"You weren't suppose to hear that!" Starrider jerked her hands out of his.
"Then you keep your nose out of things that don't belong to you." He clenched his hands down hard onto her shoulders. "You have no idea what could happen to you. I promise you once you have made The Promise, you will be able to read it. But until then, keep it on the shelf. Ok?"
Seyla could only nod.
With that, Zengi embraced the girl as if she was his sister. He had frightened her, not intentionally, but still he had. It wasn't like he wanted to. Fin'h had told the truth, she honestly had no idea what would happen to her.
*Then again she had frightened me. * He let out a long sigh. *Only a few more days left, and then The Promise will be made. *

Part eleven ~ Fragile Heart ~ Song byYalanda Adams

Jacen ran down the corridor to the medical wing. Lydia must have cornered his sister in the apartment when she went to go retrieve her lightsaber. He cursed himself for not going with her.
*If I had only been there, maybe... *
He shook the thought away. Jacen couldn't afford to be sorry for himself. There was no time for it, especially when someone lurked about whom wanted to kill him.
Bursting threw the swing doors; he saw a desk droid.
"Excuse me, do you know where I can find Jaina Solo?" he asked trying to catch his breath.
The silver and yellow droid glanced down at the list that it held in its hand. "Yes, I do know where she is located. But first I have to know who you are before I can allow you access to that information."
"I am Jacen Solo, her brother."
"She is in room 43."
The headstrong teen sprinted to the room without hesitation. His sister was wounded and he hadn't been there to stop it from happening.
Quickly he went to the door, and placed his hand on the green panel that lay to the left. A scanner scanned his hand and the door suddenly opened. He rushed to his sister's side, where his mother, father, Jag, and few other friends were.
Jaina's eyes were closed, sleeping in a Jedi healing trance. He saw that her waist was wrapped up. Glancing at Jag he asked, "What happened?"
Jag explained what had happened to everyone in the room. "I am sorry Mrs. Organa for going threw your drawers, but I couldn't just run into the room without any form of weapon. The other person, and from my guess of her voice was a female, would have sliced me down. Once I got into the room... I saw only Jaina, lone and wounded on the ground unconscious. She hasn't awaken since then."
He starred down at the frail girl that he had just begun to know. Jacen saw his mother weeping in his father's arms. Standing next to them was Wedge, Jag's uncle. Turning back to him, Jacen saw that he was still gazing at his unconscious sister, as a tear of sadness slipped threw his eyelid and fell onto her hand. Bowing his head down, he cried more, like he felt he had failed them.
Suddenly a voice came into his head. *Now it's your turn. *
*Lydia? *
No answer came back. "Jag, listen to me. Promise me you will protect my sister and mother while I am gone. I trust you and I need your help."
"But I didn't get to Jaina fast enough, if I had gotten there..."
"I don't have time for this. Lydia is coming for me next. I must go and get away from here before I put anyone else in more danger. Promise me."
Jag looked up at his girlfriend's brother, with understanding. "I promise."
Glancing one last time at his sister, he rushed out of the door without a word.
"Jag, what is going on?" Han questioned. "Who is this Lydia gal?"
Taking in a deep breath, the young man kept his eyes on Jaina as he opened his mouth to speak. But was cut off by someone at the door.
Limping in slowly, a woman walked in the room with fiery red hair. Next to her was Gavin Darklighter helping the lady sit down on a chair. "I think we can answer that question," the woman replied.
"Mara? How'd you get here on your own?" Han Solo gasped.
Gavin answered the former general. "She didn't. I picked her up. You'll understand when we explain the whole story. Mara would you care to explain the first part of our day?"
"Not at all."

Once Fin'h let go of her, Seyla's face was covered with confusion as she starred at him. "What was that?"
"A hug? Haven't you heard of one?"
"Of course... it just, well, it is quiet odd to have the leader of the Union hugging a recruited girl from a far of planet who had been a captive to the Yuuzhan Vong no more than five hours ago," she stated as she backed away. Suddenly she tripped on the cape she wore, and found herself falling backwards.
Fin'h made no move to catch her, but instead used the Force to move a cushioned chair under her. She landed in the soft vile of the chair. He sat down on the couch that sat empty behind him.
Starrider glanced at the chair, to make sure it was really a chair and then allowed her eyes to blink at him quickly, then gaze back down to the ground. "Thanks." She whispered. "Can I ask you a question?"
Fin'h gestured her to continue on.
"What do you believe in?"
The question must have struck Fin'h, because surprise fell across his face. He wasn't prepared to answer the question, and hadn't even put it too much thought "Uh...can you give me an example of what you mean?"
"Well, like I believe that if you dream about something that you truly want to happen, it will."
Testing her beliefs, Fin'h questioned, "Then show me. Show me the proof that makes you want to believe."
"All right, the proof that made me believe in my dreams was that it just happened to me. I dreamt that I would one day meet a Force-sensitive guy. And here I am with him."
Zengi was intrigued by this story. "So, what else did you dream about that looks like it will happen to you?"
"Sorry, but it is your turn to answer the question."
"I believe that people make choices in their lives that leads up to what will happen to them in the future." He heard a noise coming from her stomach. The leader shrugged and pointed to the kitchen. "The kitchen is over there, turn left and you will see a hallway and go left again and you will enter the kitchen area."
"Thanks." Starrider got up from her seat and walked to the room, where he had instructed her to go.
Once she left the room, Zengi pulled out his comlink that had been vibrating at his side. "Fin'h here?"
"Sir, this is Durron. Skywalker is getting suspicious."
The Dark Agent thought a minute before answering the man. "Commence to Plan B, immediately."

Lydia had her Jedi robes on and walked threw the Palace without being noticed anymore than anybody else. Concealed under her cloak, she had in her hand her lightsaber, finger ready to press the button for activation on its side.
She was near the hanger, which her ship was held. She could feel Jacen come after her. *Perfect. *
Suddenly her comlink began to vibrate. Stepping into the hanger she flipped the communications device open. "Ebony speaking."
"Lydia, have you at least hurt one of the Jedi twins?" To her surprise it was her Fin'h.
"Yes, sir. Jaina to be exact. Jacen is just about to walk into a little trap I set up for him."
"Change of plans, I want you to kidnap him."
Shock ran down her face. "What! You can't be serious. He..."
"Are you telling me that you refuse to do the assignment? Because I can have someone else carry the job out, along with one bonus, if you see fit you can't do it. You aren't the only undercover Dark Agent I have in the New Republic."
Anger surged threw her. Calming down as best as she could she answered back to her leader. "No, sir. I suggested nothing of the sort."
"Of course not. Oh, by the way Plan B has been issued so I need you to take route two."
"I will not fail you my master." She shut off the link and went towards her ship.

Jacen felt anger pour threw the Force. It came from one of the flight hangers. He knew it had to be Lydia. Something must have gone wrong with her original plans.
Racing down the corridor, he found himself in the hanger, which held two ships. One of which was his father's Millennium Falcon. The other was an odd ship that looked like a cross between his aunt's ship, and some type of Imperial ship; he just couldn't put his finger on.
The whole area was empty, and eerily quiet. He slowly advanced on the strange ship, with caution.
Lydia jumped out at him, lightsaber in hand. Violently she swung her blade of yellow to his left, but he blocked the strike just barely in the nick of time. If he had been a fraction of a second late, Jacen would have surely lost his arm. Fighting back he knocked her lightsaber out of her hand, across the room.
Falling backward from the force of the attack, she laid sprawled on the ground. Her faced was filled with shock.
Jacen advanced on her, pressing the blade close to her neck.
"You don't have the heart, Solo. You wouldn't even take a dare on it. Go on. Take you best swing, and kill me."
He thought for a moment, shutting off his weapon. Jacen held out his hand, "I'm not going to kill you. Can't we just talk this out?"
Her eyes reverted down to the ground, then suddenly gazed into his eyes. "Alright." Grasping his hand she got up, but suddenly she pulled out a blaster from under her cloak and fired.
The young boy fell to the ground, clutching his right arm. His dropped from his hands to the ground. Using the Force she called hers to her hand, and made his skid from his grasp.
Standing over him, she ignited her blade but kept the blaster aimed at him.
"Jacen, you are just to trusting. It is one of your weakest faults, and one that was used to your opponent's advantage." She shot the blaster into the ground; close enough to make him flinch.
"Get up, now! If you make one move to escape or even think on using the Force, you going to get it in the back. Now get into the ship over there."

Part twelve ~ Strange Behaviors ~ No song

Skywalker walked down the corridor towards Kyp Durron's quarters. Something was wrong with Kyp. He hadn't even came back to the meeting to discuss his complaint, which was very unlike him not to speak his mind.
The Jedi Master pressed the button to open his door. He stepped inside, and scanned the room. Kyp was starring at the starlines that raced by the window.
Breathing in deeply, Luke walked slowly to the man's side. He asked with concern, "Kyp, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Kyp answered all but too slowly. "What made you ask that question?"
"When you decided not to come back to the meeting, I knew that something had to be up."
Just as he was about to reply, Anakin came running into the room. "Uncle Luke, you are needed in the cockpit. We are just about to come out of hyperspace."
"I will be right there."
Anakin nodded and jogged back to the cockpit.
Turning back his attention to Kyp, he continued. "Are you sure that everything is fine?"
"Yes, I am very sure."
"Alright, well I better go and help the new pilots. See you around." Luke walked out the door.

Starrider put her foot into the kitchen and gasped. The whole place was looked like some kind of high tech lab. All of the original machines she was used to seeing on her homeworld were now like advanced ten times now.
Slowly she entered the room, her eyes huge with amazement. Running her hand over each device, she felt a chill go down her back. A hand clamped her shoulder and she screamed in fear. Twisting around she saw that it was only, "Zen? What do you think you are doing?"
A devious grin surpassed his face. "Just decided to give you a little scare. So what are you making?"
Turning back to the machines she shrugged. "I can't make anything without ingredients and knowledge on how to use this things? And possibly knowing what they are, might help?"
He nodded and snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her to the other side of the kitchen and explaining what and how everything worked. Then he showed her where the fridge to her or what resembled and did the same thing as one.
"Wow," she replied. "Everything here is like updated ten times as much from what I am used to."
Frowning, Zen asked her, "Where are you from?"
The question stopped the young girl in her tracks. "Nrutas. Have you heard of it?"
"No."
"Well, I am not surprised. I am from the Yaw Yklim region of the universe. It is a long way from here...where ever here is." She sighed she leaned back against the counter. Changing the subject she questioned, "So are you hungry?"
"Yeah, you?"
Her dazzling blue eyes went wide. "You have to be kidding. I haven't had anything but a piece of fruit since I have... left m...my home."
He wasn't shocked that the Yuuzhan Vong didn't give her much to eat. "Well, then lets make ourselves something that extra special." Zen went over to the fridge and started to pull out some items. "I need you to turn on the IRO."
Seyla walked over to the IRO (InfraRed Oven), and pressed the little red button and set the temp. "What are we making that is so special?"
"Ah, you are just going to have to wait. Here give me your cape, there is no use to have it on." He slid off the cloak and draped it over one of the hangers on the door.
When he went back to help Starrider with the meal, he saw that she was wearing the same dark blue as her cloak, but the outfit was simple, nothing to extravagant or plain. It was quite formal, and looked great on her figure.
Nosy about where she got the thing, he said casually, "So where did you get the getup?"
"Oh, from Durron."
"Really? You know someone else by that last name? What is this person's first name?" He got out the vegetables, and handed them to her to wash.
The water from the faucet ran like a background noise that no one would care about. "Kyp."
Surprised by the answer, Zengi tried his best to act normal. *Like the name doesn't ring a bell, * he joked to himself. "Did you two...you know, go out?"
"Yeah, right. He is thirty-two, and I am only fourteen. That is two times my age plus four more years added onto it. Besides, I have never dated in my life. Why would I start with him?"
She handed him the wet veggies, and went to retrieve some paper towels. Zen chuckled.
"What?"
"You don't use paper towels here. Just put them under this." He stuck the handful of greens into a strainer, and held it under a cabinet. An air vent was triggered and began to blow on the veggies till they were dry. It only took a few seconds. Zen showed her, "See, all dry."
"That's cool."
During the rest of the time, they laughed at each other's stories and jokes, but what didn't lighten in Zen's mood was that Durron had meet Starrider. Pushing the subject out of his mind, he put his attention to the present.
The two were sitting at the table enjoying the meal and conversation.
"I can't believe that this whole time, we were making pizza."
He laughed, "I made you think, didn't I?"
"Big time." She took a bit of the wedge, and swallowed. "Zen, you told me that I would make the promise and then I would be able to read the book. What is 'the promise'?"
"Oh, it is just a ceremony that you do to become a citizen of the Union, and a Dark Agent. You just pledge your services to the Union. After there is going to be a dinner party."
Looking down at her plate she cleared her throat. Mumbling she said, "I would prefer rather not to go to the party."
"I am afraid that that isn't an option. But why don't you?"
"I have never been to a formal dinner party before. I don't even have anything to wear except this."
Getting up from the table he took his plate and cup to the sink, with Sey following directly behind him. "Well, there is no need to worry about that. We have a week to prepare for it." He took the dish from her. "And you don't need to worry about the outfit, I think I have just the thing."

Part thirteen ~ Better Days ~ Song by Point of Grace

Enoil stood besides the priest, listening to what he told the pilot.
"We have direct orders from the Union to take the first ship to jump out of hyperspace into our custody. Give orders to the rest of the fleet to create a blockade on the planet the Republic calls Yavin 4. Oh, and captain, get Deign Domain Lain on the villip." Turning to his guard he nodded, giving Enoil permission to question his moves.
"Milord, I have but one question to ask. Why are you trying to contact Deign? Wasn't he the one to put us in the position of serving the Union?"
"Yes, but it was he who gained power back to the whole Yuuzhan Vong kind. It was he who made our military three times stronger than the New Republic's forces. And now we have a weapon in which the so-called Jedi Order will crumble to their knees."
A voice interrupted the conversation. "Milord, you called?"
The priest turned toward Deign's figure on the villip. "Yes, I have received the order to carry out Plan B from the Union. You have full responsibility of the out come of the mission."
"I take the quest with honor and praise to the gods."
"Very well, go and destroy the Jedi's temple and anything that belongs to them."
The image of the Yuuzhan Vong vanished at the request. *Now we will be able to please the gods for our mistake. And this time, there won't be any mistakes. *

Anakin watched his uncle teach the new Jedi trainees how to come out of hyperspace. Everything seemed so wonderful to the fourteen-year-old. At least in his family life.
His father and him were now on speaking terms, and his mother didn't stress about the situation anymore. Further more, his older sister, Jaina, went out to dinner with Jag Fel and was actually wearing a dress, something that was like trying to get a bantha to take a bath.
He hoped that she was having a good time. Sighing, Anakin began to stretch out threw the Force and touch her mind, when suddenly his uncle stood up straight and pulled him to the side.
Confused by his uncle's behavior he questioned him. "What is it?"
"Just now, you're Aunt Mara told me not to use the Force. That includes you. At least for now."
"Is there something wrong?" The boy asked in concern.
"I don't know yet, but promise me not to even tap into it till I tell you. Ok?"
Suddenly there was a loud beeping.
His Uncle Luke jerked around and starred out the window. A shiver ran down Anakin's spine as he saw the coral ship coming closer.
"Ling," Luke commanded in a clam manner. "Let's get out of here."
"But we can't! Our fuel is nearly gone, and the planet is right there."
Placing his hand down on the new trainee, he said, "It is our only chance. This is a transport not a warship. Now get back into hyperspace. We'll just go to the next planet. Hurry, we haven't much time."
Alarms buzzed and lights blazed in red. Hearts were pounding loudly as if beating drums. The air seemed so thick with perspiration; it felt to Anakin like he was in a gym locker room.
The ship jumped and jerked unexpectedly, throwing Luke and Anakin to the other side of the ship. Helping his uncle up, they both got into their seats, and strapped in for the ride. Violently, the ship rocked, but this time it stayed on one course. Destined to the Yuuzhan Vong ship.
"Master Skywalker, the jump to hyperspace has failed. We are now in a tractor beam of some sort, and unable to swerve away from it." One of the assistant pilots updated.
"Turn on the intercom and give me the microphone." Once he had the thing in his hand, he began to speak. "Attention everyone, this is Luke Skywalker. Please buckle in your seats. We are locked in a tractor beam that is being controlled by a Yuuzhan Vong ship. We are trying to free the ship from the beam, but all attempts have failed. Prepare for a bumpy ride."
A twinge of loss filled Anakin's heart. There was no possible way for them to escape threw this now, without having to face one of the Yuuzhan Vong again.
The strong palm of his uncle's hand rested on his shoulder. Looking directly into his eyes, the Jedi Master spoke to him. "We will get threw this. Have faith. There will be a time when the days will change to happiness and peace. Don't worry about it. Worrying will do no good. I learned that from a little green creature that taught me how to use the Force. So far, it has worked."
Anakin grinned, but the feeling of vulnerability still loomed in his heart.

Enoil waited for the ship to dock.
The whole transport had been made of hand made materials, and was practically a machine. Most Yuuzhan Vong believed that the ship itself was disrespectful and ungodly, yet there was something about the structure that seemed like a distant memory.
He shook the thought away and prepared himself to meet with the undercover dark agent that was suppose to be waiting in the hatchway, while his so called fellow Jedi hid cowering in their rooms. But he knew better than that. The Jedi had slew Shadeo Shai, the general of the fleet in which he served in.
The Great Shadeo would have been proud to see that they had finally caught Jedi. Not just one though, but a full ship of them.
A tingling feeling crept into the room. The door to the cockpit flew open, and a dark shadow stood there standing in the doorway. It came down the ramp with ease as if he had been floating across the platform instead of walking.
Enoil acknowledged the figure, and made an attempt to walk towards it, but a warning click from the tiny villip on his ear told him not to do so. It was from the priest who was watching from behind a wall which only one side could be seen through. Staying in his place the silhouette blurred for a moment, but soon the fine facial features were clearly made out.
"Hello, you must be Enoil, the Agent has told me so much about you. I am Durron, undercover dark agent of the Union." The Jedi made no move to hold out his hand.
Neither did the Yuuzhan Vong. Though taller than the human, the strength was clearly out matched. From the story of how Shadeo was killed by a Jedi named Corran Horn, stolen information from the Republic told them that the Jedi had some kind of access to an unexplainable power, which they referred to as the Force.
Obviously the war master of the Yuuzhan Vong nation, knew that this Force had some power, for it was he who encouraged that they'd join the Union.
"Is everything ready?"
The man nodded. "Yes. You may proceed with your orders from the Agent."
With that, Enoil waved his right hand once, and all of the soldiers and guards filed into the ship one by one. Weapons ready for attack.
"I shall show you to your room, milord."
The Yuuzhan Vong swiftly turned and marched to the quarters that awaited Durron.

Part fourteen ~ Love Me Like You Do ~ Song by Big Tent Revival

Jaina lay still on the bed, unable to move because of the agonizing pain. Desperately she flipped open her eyes and scanned the room.
She was in a hospital, one that was so white and blank. It seemed so lifeless, with only the machines making noise to even confer that the room wasn't really an empty Holo screen. Carefully glancing to her left she saw Jag, slouched in a chair sleeping with circles under his eyes.
Sort of shocked to see this side of him, she sweetly smiled, only to have it fade with the realization of his being here next to her.
The last thing that she remembered was the falling to the ground, clutching her side. She had called out for help to anyone that was a Force-sensitive. She knew that her brother hadn't made it in time, but someone else had.
*Was it Jag? * She thought to herself. *But even if it was him, how could he have heard me without Force... * As if struck by ice water she starred back at him.
A quiet knock on the door sprang Jaina from her thoughts and to the visitor. It was Wedge, Jag's uncle.
"Sticks, your awake? How are you feeling?" He came into the room whispering to low for her taste.
"I feel a little beat up and bruised, but besides that miserably uncomfortable. Why are you talking so softly?"
Taking one quick look at his nephew he replied. "Jag has been up all night by your side, waiting till you woke up. He must have just fallen asleep when I went to go take your parents back home. Your father was worried about your mother not getting her beauty sleep. He said you'd know why."
A smile spread on her face. "When mom doesn't get restful sleep, she always is grumpy the next morning. I am glad he took her home. I don't think even you would like to have seen her in that mood."
"Perhaps not," the retired pilot chuckled. "I don't mean to bring back any unwanted memories, but do you remember how you got hurt?"
Squeezing tight her eyes she forced her tears back. "It is a long story, I don't even know where to begin."
Wedge pulled up a chair close to her bed and took her hand gently. "Your Aunt Mara and Gavin Darklighter both explained everything up to the point where you and your brother left Darklighter's office."
"I ran along side of Jacen, then realized that I had left me lightsaber in the apartment, so I told him I would just run and get it. So I did. When I pulled it from under the mattress, the hum of another saber came into my ears. It was Lydia. Soon I found myself down on the ground... and that is when she struck my side." Jaina took a deep breath. She had been so close to death, and made it out barely.
"You screamed when she hit you, and I came running in with your mother's weapon, but no one was there to fight. I found you on the ground, unconscious with a slow pulse." Jag chimed in.
His uncle knew that that was his cue to leave. Closing the door with a soft click, Jag jumped from the slouching position and went to her. He sweetly lifted her fragile hand into his. Brushing his lips across her fingers gingerly.
His action melted her heart, making her cry. She knew how difficult it was for him to act so openly.
"Is there something wrong?"
Jaina couldn't speak, or even shake her head in response. Her eyes glistened like diamonds from the water that flowed out of her eyes.
"Don't worry, I am here to protect you. I won't ever leave your side again." Lovingly, he softly stroked her cheek, allowing his hand to run over her lips. She hadn't realized that her lips were trembling until that moment. "I love you Jaina Solo."
Leaning over he bent down to kiss her, but it was no ordinary kiss. It was a passionate kiss that made her feel like she was floating. Her stomach felt as if it was filled with butterflies. Emotions collided inside of her light traffic at five on Coruscant. Surprising herself, she returned the kiss. Making it last longer. She didn't mind, and guessed that Jag didn't either.
His warm mouth up against hers felt heavenly. All the problems in the universe didn't seem to matter anymore.

Part fifteen ~ Force Link ~ No song

Enoil sat in the conference room with Durron, using his height to intimidate the short being. Durron fidgeted in his seat.
"You better be right about Jedi aboard that ship. It is humiliating to have such a mechanical thing docked on this ship."
"I promise there are Jedi aboard, including one I believe your priests would especially enjoy."
The humanoid only nodded solemnly. "If we don't find any, then you will be the one to feel each and everyone of the pain inducers made for them. And I assure you, you won't be able to even take a breath after it is finished."

Sey waited patiently outside on the balcony watching contently on the rising sun. It was nearly over the mountains in the distance when she felt a sudden pang of coldness. Straightening up, she tried to expand her feelings to feel the connection, to the ripple in the Force, but none came.
A tear of sadness found its way onto her cheek again; she didn't feel as strong anymore. Life seemed depleted from love and compassion. How would she ever get out of this galaxy and back home?
The question seemed more like an impossible dream than anything else did at the moment. The path ahead of her seemed to be clouded with evils that dimmed the light that kept her on the right road. *God, I feel so alone. What am I even doing here? Show me my purpose on being on this planet in the hands of evil. *
Warmth began to envelop her body. The sun had made its way over the mountains. It was like reassurance from God that he would help her threw even the darkest of times.
A black dot came into view. It was a ship of some sort.
Startling her, Zen strolled out onto the balcony with her. "Here it is."
Turning around to acknowledge Zen, she starred at the outfit with astonishment. "I can't accept this."
"You have no choice in the matter. Go put it on, but quickly. Someone you know will be docking soon. But the person I really want you to be introduced to is ...you could say guests aboard the ship."
She blinked at the gift, unable to move.
"Hurry. They will be on ground soon."
Realizing that she had dazed off, she thanked him for the delicate blue gown. She rushed into the room that she assumed to be hers for the time being, discarded her former clothes, and then pulled the dress over her head.
Slipping her hair out of the back, she twirled in front of the mirror. The gown set nicely on her body. A perfect fit. Grabbing the ivory brush that lay on wooden dresser, she quickly groomed her shoulder length hair. Parting it to one side, she opened on of the drawers and rummaged threw its contents. When she was inside of the last drawer she found a small, yet sufficient clip.
Taking the silver colored item, she gathered some of her hair and pulled it back. Glancing she saw that she was ready to meet who this other mystery guest was. Sighing she ran out of the room where Fin'h waited for her.

He felt her presence near. She was close, to close he thought. Trying to move, he found that his wrists had been tied behind his back, and his feet bond. He heard breathing come from above him. Forcing his heavy eyelids to open to examine where he was, and who was standing over him, he blinked back the shock.
It was Lydia.
Alone with no weapons, Jacen lay still and silent, afraid of what she might do to him if he even tried to breathe. Antagonizing moments passed before the she spoke.
"So the great hero of the New Republic is scared, is he?" Seeing that her captive hadn't responded to its question, the Lydia soothed, "Don't be so timid to breathe. The air is not poisoned; I would have been dead long before you if it was. You are lucky that I didn't kill you like the brute you are. But the Agent changed his mind about you."
She used the Force to yank him up. He stumbled to get his balance, but his feet were tied. Falling helplessly to the ground everything seemed to be disoriented and mixed for a moment.
"Don't feel so heroic now do ya, Jacen?" she mocked as she kicked him hard into his side, and back into unconsciousness.

They were walking down a long corridor, when suddenly Seyla found herself gripping her side in pain. Crumpled on the ground, the pain didn't seem to go away. Faintly she heard Zen's voice.
"Sey, what hurts?"
Squeezing out a whisper she managed to say, "My side. It feels...like someone just kicked me."
Concerned her questioned, "Is it still there? The pain?"
"A bit, but I...I think I can walk."
"Let's get you to the hanger. My agent will be able to help you there."
He eased her up, allowing her to use him as a support.
When they finally reached the door Zen had to let her lend against the wall. Punching in the code, the door flew open swiftly. Grabbing her waist once again, he strolled slowly and menacingly into the hanger bay.
A Yuuzhan Vong and man were waiting when they came in. Calling over to his agent, the man came rushing to their side.
"Yes, milord?"
"Ah, Durron I think you know two know each other."
Looking up into the other man's eyes she gapped in anger. "Kyp?"
"So you two do know each other."
"Yes, we've met. I told you," she answered in a clear voice. "It is so nice..." but as she extended her hand another shockwave of pain coursed through her side, buckling her knees. The two men caught her, gently setting her on a hover chair not far.
"What is it?" Durron asked Zengi.
Stroking the girl's hair back, he didn't answer for a moment. "The pains come from her side. This is the second time that this has happened today. Once down the hallway coming here, and now. See what you can do with her. I will go see to Enoil and our other guest."
When Zengi was out of earshot range, Seyla started the conversation. "Why the hell are you here?"
Starring at her in confusion. "What? I thought you would be glad for my being here." He placed his hand on her side. The pain slowly disappeared, and vanished from her body.
"Listen, I don't know what game you're playing, but I want no part of it."
"Hey, if it wasn't for me you'd be still in pain."
"Fine. Thank you kind sir for taking the agony away. Now if you'd please, GET OUT OF MY LIFE!" She yelled.
Glancing to see if anyone hear her, Kyp was grateful now that no one near to hear her angered voice. *Probably in the ship visiting our 'guests' as the Agent refers to. *
"I'm sorry but I can't do that, just yet." Grasping her hand he yanked her to her feet, not caring how much it hurt. Barely able to keep her balance he used the Force to steady her.
"You don't have to be so rough. I do have Fin'h on my side now, so you'd best be nice on how you treat me." Pulling hard with all of her might, she slipped free from his hurtful grasp. "What happened to you? When Han found you, he gave you your life back. Not to mention that Luke gave you a chance to become a Jedi. And how do you repay them? Falling back into the darkside, again!"
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"The Agent told me that you were one of his recruitment's, is it true?"
Seyla turned from his face, unknowing what to say to him. *What is it that I am doing? I mean I hadn't promised anyone anything. All I am doing is just trying to relay information back to the New Republic. Am I really dabbling into the darkside of the Force? * Not wanting to even think of the answer, she mumbled lowly. "Yes."
Crossing his arms over his chest he continued. "So you admit it. You are playing with the darkside, aren't you?"
But before she could answer the question they both heard someone coming from the ship. "I think we should carry this conversation out some other time. We are about to have company."
"I don't think that there will be a next time, Starrider. At least one that you will be willing to talk to me again."
She frowned but was unable to ask what he meant, for Zengi had come back. This time with the Yuuzhan Vong that stood waiting by the ship's entrance when she came into the bay. But the alien was holding a sandy blond hair man by the arms, just dragging him along.
Her heart suddenly leaped from its place, but hid her feelings from the group. Knowing all to well that her fate would jeopardize the entire reason she was here, and possibly hurt others that were already in the Unions clutches. Standing firmly she and Durron turned to the three, pretending that they hadn't even been disturbed by what they had been talking about.
"Seyla this is the man I wanted you to meet. He seems to be very popular in the whole Jedi gig. I introduce you to the famous, Luke Skywalker." Fin'h wickedly announced.
Taking in a breath of air, she walked confidently towards the weary Jedi Master. She honestly didn't want to give him the wrong impression of her, but she had no choice. She was face to face with him, when she began to speak. "You are Skywalker?" Seyla hoped that he could read her eyes and feelings she was hiding from the others.
"Yes, this is the so-called hero of the New Republic, but there is more, my dear, a lot more back in the ship. They are being held prisoners. We shall see how the New Republic and what is left of the Jedi Order react to this predicament."
Nodding, Seyla spun around on her heel back to Zengi Fin'h. Cocking an eyebrow, she questioned, "So what are you going to do with the Jedi while they are under your control?"
"Imprison them. There are special facilities that already have been constructed and tested. They will be placed there."
"I see. You want them to live?"
"Of course, Sey. At least for the moment."
She got the idea. He wanted to keep the Jedi alive only long enough to join the Union and train to become part of his evil dark agent army. Who ever disagreed or didn't want to turn to the darkside... well they would be handed over to the Yuuzhan Vong, and will be done away with by them.
"Take Skywalker and his followers to their quarters." Fin'h ordered.
The Vong bowed his head and commenced his duty. Seyla thought that Durron was to go with the Yuuzhan Vong, but apparently he was to stay.
"Durron, I need you to go and get Skywalker's nephew. From the information Ebony transmitted to me, Anakin Solo was aboard. Find him and put him and his uncle in a cell together."
The black hair man acknowledged his order. "Yes, milord. Consider it done."
Rushing back to the ship Fin'h escorted Sey out of the bay.
They were in the long hallway once again and everything felt just to quiet for her own taste. But Zen broke the silence by asking, "Sey, have you ever had those pains before?"
"No, it was like nothing I have ever felt. Like someone else was feeling the same as I, but they were the one being inflicted with it. I was just one to feel the after wave of the pains. It came from someone I know, but who. My family is probably..." her voice went low. "It is like I am linked with someone else."
He glanced at her but kept his pace. "Really? I never thought that..." he stopped himself before going on.
"Never thought what?"
He shook his head and changed the subject. "You look beautiful in that dress."
"T...thank you." Seyla was shocked that he had even paid attention to her appearance. But at this moment she didn't care if he noticed her. What she was concerned with at the moment was what he was going to say, but stopped. *Well, I will push later. Maybe then he will tell me what he was going to say; until then I'll play his pity game. *

Part sixteen ~ Waiting ~ Song by JAKE

Wedge Antilles gingerly got up from his seat where he had been reading his data pad on the hourly updated Starlines' Headlines. His mood had just bombed down to sadness. With a heavy heart he pushed open the door to the hospital room.
As he tiptoed in, he saw Jaina and Jag politely kissing on the lips. Slightly leaning against the door and a creak from the hinges made the two turn to their 'intruder.'
"Sorry to break up the smooch feast, but I have something that can't wait to be said." The two teens exchanged looks. "The news isn't good, unfortunately."
Jaina suddenly forgot the intrusion and perked, "Is everything alright with Uncle Luke and Anakin? What about Jacen? I haven't seen him for hours? I can't even get to him threw the Force. What's wrong?"
Taking in a deep breath he continued. "The transport that Luke and Anakin, and Durron's group boarded disappeared. As for your brother, the last he was seen was entering hanger that held the Millenium Falcon. No one has seen him since."
He could see Jaina's hands were shaking uncontrollably. Jag tried to calm the shaking down by holding her hands. Her skin was nearly the color of the bleached white sheets.
"D...does anyone else know about this?" Jaina whispered.
"Not yet."
Sighing she told him in a calm voice, "Tell them as soon as you see any of them, promise."
"I promise."
Just as he was about to go, her voice called out. "Wait, Wedge? Once you find out anything new, will you tell me?"
"I wouldn't keep anything like that away from you." Then he turned and set off to find her aunt.

The fourteen-year-old struggled in the Yuuzhan Vong's grip, but it did no good. His arms were twisted behind his back. Now he couldn't even feel them; all circulation had been blocked.
Suddenly he was tossed brutally in a room. He landed on face first on the solid ground with excruciating pain. Anakin tried to get up but his arms were still fighting to regain the lost blood and oxygen.
Two hands came to his aid, helping him up to a bed. He opened his deep blue eyes once he was laid kindly on to the bed. To his surprise it was his uncle; he was bruised and bloodied. "Uncle Luke, w...what did they do to you?"
"Shh... two of the Vong came in here and started to torture me. Trying to force answers and secret information out of me. It didn't work though, but they promised they would be back. Now get some sleep while you can. I don't know when they will come back, but when they do we need to be rested."
Still a little weary, Anakin submerged into a dream. He saw a girl, the same age as him, crouched in a corner screaming at someone. "Please, don't do it. You've got it all wrong."
A low baritone sinister chuckling came from across the room.
"Please, don't do it. I beg of you, don't."
A shadow came out of now where holding a lightsaber. Anakin stained to hear the rest, but her voice went lower, to mute. Then he slept on in a dark abyss.

"Oh, wake up sleepy head!" Lydia sarcastically yelled. She jammed her boot tip into his side again. He curled up in pain, but she only kicked him harder till he got to his feet. His feet were now unbound. She snickered at him, "Not so powerful now are you?"
She positioned herself behind him and withdrew her blaster and set it to kill. Poking the point of the gun in his back she urged him forward. He slowly dragged along his feet till he came to the door and stopped.
Using the Force, Lydia pressed the button, which lowered the ramp and opened the door. Then they descended.

Seyla kept asking questions about the interior of the corridor, and how the control units worked.
"Yes. See the yellow plastic scans your hand to see if you are authorized to move past that point. After the promise is sealed, you will be able to move through almost all of the doors."
"If you don't mind my asking, where are we h..." without warning she knelled forward, but Zen caught her before she slammed down into the hard ground.
Easing her respectfully to the ground, he leaned her against the plain gray wall.
She was clutching her side again, but this time he saw that she was on the verge of tears. He coaxed her to breathe deep and slow breaths. Once she calmed down and her muscles relaxed, Zen questioned. "Are you sure that it feels like someone else is being hurt too?"
"Well, I don't know if someone is or not, but it sure isn't coming from my body. It feels like an invisible force. Why? You didn't think... how dare you? I would never!"
Zen shrugged. "I have know people your age who have, and gotten pregnant. "
"Well, I know some too, but I would never. Especially before I am married. I have already made a vow that I would be pure till marriage. I wouldn't break it now. I can't believe that you even thought that I..."
"Whoa, I am sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just this is the third..." before he could continue a beep came from his comlink. Glancing down at it he coldly grinned.
"What is it?"
He didn't answer her right away. Holding his hand out he helped her up to her feet. "Come on. Ebony has arrived a little earlier than I thought. She is waiting for us in the negotiation room at the Jedi Infirmity."
They started heading toward the new building where all of the captives from the transport were being held. As Seyla followed Fin'h at a quickened pace, she was thankful that he hadn't seen her ring on her left hand. Or any of her rings for that matter. Uneasiness settled in her stomach just thinking about what he would say if he saw the rings. She had no idea what he would do if he found out that she believed in God.
It wasn't like she was ashamed of her faith, in fact she was proud of it. But it would ruin her cover if he found out. She shuddered at the thought, and began to prepare herself for this other agent.

Jacen stood limply between two Yuuzhan Vong guards. Lydia paced back and forth, treading the room like a caged yusimari. The teen felt swollen, and beaten to nothing but liquid.
Before he had came into the room, he was taken by the two, to a cell where he was viloently thrown around. They asked him all sorts of questions, but none would come back to his memory for a long time after. When they knew for sure that they had him in their control, he was pulled to this room.
His kidnapper hadn't even bothered to explain the reason why they were waiting. The sound of the automatic door opened with a soft hiss.
With his last thread of energy, he lifted his heavy head and watched two silhouettes step cautiously through the doorframe. As they came into the luminescent lighting, he saw that one of them was a girl. She was dressed in a brilliant sapphire outfit, and with eyes that were a loving crystal azure. His eyes met hers and for a breath or two, the universe stood still.
*They aren't what they seem, but trust me, * he thought he heard her whisper in his mind. A spark of hope flickered and simultaneously they glanced away from one another.
They turned their attention to Lydia bowed to the man and said, "Milord, I have returned with Jacen Solo. His sister is in the hospital on Coruscant with an injury that should keep her remote for the time being."
"Wonderful, you have pleased me." He motioned to the azure-eyed girl standing quietly. "Oh, I forgot to introduce you to Seyla Starrider. Sey this is Lydia Ebony, one of my colleagues."
Lydia nodded towards the fair maiden, who gave her a slight nod back.
"Seyla is starting out her new life here, and will be in the network soon."
"How fascinating." She replied, then shrugged the attention back to her prisoner without a care. "Agent, umm... we have enemy ears listening. What do you want me to do with him?"
The man was silenced for a fraction of a second, but abruptly answered. "Take him to the top detention hall, into cell number 975," he turned to Seyla. "I am giving you the responsibility to get him to the room. No guards will be with you. Do you think you can handle it?"
"I give you my word. He will reach his cell." The carried him to the girl, handing her a blaster. A perplexed expression appeared on her face. "What is this for?"
"Just in case he gets out of line."
Bewilderment filled her voice and physical appearance. "You don't trust me?" She shoved the gun back into the Vong's rib cage and with grace pulled him out. Before the door closed she called over her shoulders, "If you trust me then do so accordingly."
Then the door shut leaving the rest of the group by themselves, unable to do anything, to astonished about what just happened.

Part seventeen ~ Always Be ~ Song by LaRue

Seyla couldn't believe what she had just done. Her heart was pounding; as if she had just ran a marathon. Never before had she felt so right in standing up to someone. Especially Zengi, who at a wave of his hand, could kill her at any given time. But he had let her go, not that he could have anticipated the move.
Glimpsing at the boy but decided not to say anything for the time being.
They reached the elevator and went in. She punched the number to the top floor. Once they made it to the top, both of them got out without a word.
Walking to the room, Seyla was let in by three Yuuzhan Vong guards. All taller and more muscular than any she had ever seen before. Hurrying Jacen along into the room, they waited till the door shut. She unhooked his restraint cuffs with a tiny laser key the Vong, who gave her the gun, had tossed to her. He rubbed his wrists.
The silence was too much to bear for Seyla, so she broke it with three words. "I am sorry."
"What?"
She turned away from him. "I am sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen. You should be back on Coruscant with your sister. None of you should even be here."
"Hold on, what are you trying to say? I am not mad at you. You've helped so many that I couldn't."
"You don't understand. Your uncle and brother are captives too. All of the Jedi that have been captured will only live for a week, and if you don't join the darkside..." Withering to the ground she broke down and began to cry.
Falling to her side he reassured her, "Seyla, it isn't your fault. You did nothing to make this happen."
"I know... but on that same day the Jedi must choose... Fin'h told me that I was to make my promise... to pledge my soul to the Union. I have no idea what he will do if he finds out that I won't make that promise. I've already vowed to follow my God, and help those in need. I'm not afraid of dying, just frightened to see more put to death as..." she stopped. Breathing out she lightly whispered, "As a sacrifice."
A comforting hand landing softly on her shoulder. "Listen, Sey, life seems to be coming at us to quickly. We've lost and almost lost some friends and family members by this war. You told me, from across the galaxy to trust in you. For all I knew, you probably were some silly kid pulling a joke on me, but I still believed you were telling the truth to me. You saved my twin sister from death." She starred at him. "She was almost murdered by Ebony. If you hadn't warned us, both Jaina and I would have been gone. You have to be here for a reason. Don't think that you haven't done anything to help, because you've done more than your share. Sey, you're offering the greatest gift any one of us could give, your life. You'd lay down your live for complete strangers, but also for your faith. I know it is terrible to see others die right before your eyes, especially for their beliefs. It hurts, but you can't give up."
Seyla nodded with wet cheeks. "Thank you, but that still doesn't take the pain away, the anger." She dropped into his arms and began to weep in his shirt.
*God, help me. You sent a friend in my life. Please don't take him away too. Protect everyone from harm. Don't let them be persecuted or tortured, and if they are send an angel down by their side to help them through it. Help me get through it. *

Jacen held the girl, comforting her tears. He could feel sadness for her family pouring over him as she mourned. She looked so hopeless in his arms. The impression he got from Starrider was that she was a strong and confident, more so than he.
Apparently he never thought that she had a sensitive side of her. Now he could feel the water from her eyes spread through his garment.
"I don't mean to be rude," Jacen whispered. "But it would be best if we were not found like this."
At first he thought that she hadn't hear him, but she moved off him. She was wiping the drops from her cheeks with her sleeves. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean..."
As he got up he interrupted her, "Don't. What you did was perfectly normal. In fact, I think that after this is all over I will need a good cry."
A smile lit her face. Jacen never thought he had seen anything more lovely in his life. "You have your father's sense of humor."
"I take it that that was a compliment?"
"Yes," she glanced away.
He faintly heard her cry out for her parents in her heart. Going over to her, he took her hands. She gave her attention back to him. "Don't fear for your family's life. Worrying about them won't change anything. Many have fallen into the darkside from fear and anger. Promise me you won't do the same too."
Her red eyes gazed into his compassionately, but were hesitant to keep the stare. She bit her bottom lip, then answered him. "I promise I won't fall into the ways of evil."
They stood looking into each other's eyes. Neither moved till Seyla breathed, "I best be going. Fin'h will be wondering what I have been doing up here so long. He has already gotten the wrong insight on me."
A jolt of loneliness came from her. Sensing that, he said in a hushed voice before the door opened, "I need you to know that I will always be here for you. I'll be your friend."
"You have no idea how much that means to me." With that, the door slid open and she walked out.

Leia's eyes flipped open. Straight above her was a white oblivion. Blinking a few times she realized that she was starring at her and Han's bedroom ceiling.
*Where was I before I got here? * She pondered to herself. Suddenly her memory came back all to fast.
She had been in the hospital crying in Han's arms. Jaina was unconscious on the hospital bed. On his knees beside her was Jag Fel. He hadn't left her side since her only daughter had been wounded. Everything else was too blurry to remember. *Was that all a dream? *
Just then her husband came in dressed up. He had to leave today to go on some mission of his again. But he wasn't supposed to leave till later that night.
Sitting up she frowned at him. "Why are you leaving so early? You have at least three hours left."
"Honey, listen. You may not remember, but Jaina got hurt yesterday. It wasn't a dream. You fell asleep in my arms so I took you back here. I had to tell my friend to cancel the mission for later. Which makes later now, if you catch what I am trying to say."
"How can you leave when our only daughter is in the hospital?" she protested.
Han sat down on the bed, leaning over her. "Leia, our daughter is fine. Wedge just called and told me she is awake and doing great. From what he told me, Jaina should be out by this afternoon."
"What do you mean?"
"He walked into the room and found Jaina and Jag kissing." Her eyes went wide, but Han seemed to over look the expression. "Well, I better go. I've already left my friend waiting for more than enough time." He kissed Leia on the lips romantically, then got up to walk out the door. Calling out to her, "Oh, remind Jaina that she has full responsibility of the Falcon while I am gone."
Her husband left the room. Letting out her fear of losing her only daughter, she quickly scurried to get dressed.

Jag now knelt besides Jaina's bed. He dared not go away from her this time. She almost died in his arms the night before, something he definitely wouldn't want to experience again.
*But I'd rather she was with me than not. *
Caressing her velvet cheek, he said, "Don't do that to me again."
"Do what?"
"Nearly dying. Especially on our first date."
She coughed. "I just want to see how much you loved me."
He shook his head. Jag loved her, he knew with all of his heart that she was who'd he want to spend eternity with. It had only been the first date, and he found himself trying to keep her alive. "Hear me out, Jaina Solo. Since the day I met you, which was a week ago, I fell for you. And I am already finding myself saving you."
"Excuse me? I saved your butt once too if you don't recall. I believe that means we're tied. By the way, to answer the question you asked me last night; it wasn't a challenge. At least not one I set up for you. I would never do something like that."
"You heard me?"
"Yes, it was the only thing that kept me from falling into total unconsciousness. That, and how you could have heard my call for help threw the Force."
Confused he replied, "I thought you sent that out to anybody who was near."
"No, I sent it out to any Force-sensitive person. No one else would have been able to take on Ebony." He could see her eyes begin to turn glossy with water.
"Are you saying? But how could that be?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. You tell me why the Force allows anyone to have access to it. All I am saying is that you have this access." She silenced herself to allow Jag to try to let the information sink in. "I won't tell anyone if you don't tell my mother anything about the kiss."
Jag starred at his girlfriend. Was he hallucinating? It had been a long night from finding a comfortable position to nightmares of not being by Jaina' side if she died.
"Jag?"
Her voice intervened with his thinking. No he wasn't dreaming. "I wouldn't tell you mother anything that you don't want her to know anyway. We can just keep the Force thing between you and me, until I can sort my thoughts out. I don't know what will happen if anyone knows. I mean, I still barely realize that I have the ability. It's kinda shocking."
"Well, I guess if you never grew up with the talent, it would be. Just be glad that you didn't have too." Jaina yawned. "Oh Sith, am I tired."
"Get some sleep. I'll stay next to you, and protect you from harm."
Laying back into the hard mattress she grinned. "Then tell the droids not to stick me with those needles."

Part eighteen ~ Refusals

Sliding through the hallway, she strolled silently back to the conference room. It was quiet all around her, but inside her soul she was thankful yet saddened.
Jacen Solo, a boy she had barely met in person, told her that he'd be her friend. No one knew what it was like to be so far away from one's familiarities and not have someone to talk too. She dearly missed her family and friends back on Nrutas.
*Are they even still alive? *
The question had been lingering in her mind from the time she left the planet. How long she had been in this new galaxy, she lost track of. She took a deep breath, putting her feelings aside. She saw that Fin'h was just coming out of the room, keeping her face expressionless as he turned and saw her.
"So, did you have to restrain our little friend?"
"No. If you'd have trusted me, you would have been wise not even to ask that."
Advancing on her in one swift stride, he stood face to face with her. Sternly he focused his dark emerald eyes on her. "One rule in the Union is never to advise your superiors unless asked."
"So you'd like me to treat you with respect?"
"Yes."
Seyla referred back to him. "Well then, I will shall treat you with the same amount as you show to me."
It wasn't the answer he had hoped for, but it was a step in the right direction. Plus, it was a whole lot better than nothing. "Fine." He whirled around.
Rushing to stay at his pace, the girl followed Fin'h in utter silence.

Locking up the last of the remaining Jedi into the cell, Enoil stomped down into the elevator.
Unmoving, he stood straight as he waited for the lift to reach its destination. While he waited, Starrider unexpectedly came into his mind, along with a conscious reminder.
Nom Anor was due to come on arrival of three days later that week. How could he forget? It only meant he'd have to prepare the altar for the sacrifices, for the executor was rarely without supervision of a priest or priestess who offered the sacrifices to the gods.
Hopefully, he told himself, Starrider won't be one of them.

"Ok, so what you are saying is I can't see my own daughter?"
The Medical droid repeated, "Sorry but visiting hours will begin at two. Come back later and you will be able to see the patient. Now let me escort you to the door."
Leia's temper was boiling over. She hadn't had a nice time the night before. Though Han did everything in his power to make it the best, it didn't work. Sleep had come only from exhaustion from crying. The droid's orders weren't helping matters any. Calming down she breath out, "Listen, I am Leia Organa Solo, and I demand that I can see Jaina, now!"
"I don't care who you are. You have no right to see her."
Appalled by the droid's behavior, she screamed, "I am her mother! I have every right to see her or not. Now get out of my way!" As she speeded passed the hunk of metal, the click of a blaster setting came into her ears clear as a bell. She froze.
"Good idea Organa. Please, drop all weapons and lightsabers onto the ground, cooperate, and nothing will happen to you."
She heard the words of the droid, but it didn't sound so mechanical anymore, much less like a programmed flaw. Unclipping her saber and gun, she tossed them to the floor. For the first time that morning she realized that no one else was in the hall.
The droid walked behind her and said, "I'll bet your wonder whom I am. Sorry that you won't be able to recognize me." He then yelled something in an undistinguishable language.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw female Twi'lek doctor emerge out of the clerks office. Leia was positive that the she would see that she was in need of a favor, so she called out to the doc. She noticed Leia, but didn't pay much attention. Mostly she looked to the droid.
Again the thing that held her at gunpoint gurgled something. The Twi'lek nodded and ran to the room in which Jaina was assigned.
Expressionless, she used the Force to warn anyone in the room. But before she could even tap into it, the droid shoved the gun into her rib cage and warned. "Don't even think about trying to use the Force. It will do you no good."
"JAINA, DON'T LISTEN TO HER. IT'S A..." She couldn't finish, and felt her air pipe being blocked. No oxygen could get through.
Before she entered unconsciousness, Leia saw the droid take off its head. It wasn't a droid at all; in fact, it was a man. Standing above her he laughed hideously. That would be the last thing she would remember.

Jag was sitting comfortably on the chair, thinking about what he found out about himself. Is Jaina telling me the truth? Well, I know she wouldn't lie, but it just so hard to think of yourself as one with such abilities when you've been told all of your life that Jedi are the enemy.
He glanced down at Jaina, who looked so peaceful napping.
Startling him, the door swung open loudly. Getting up from him seat Jag went to go see who did it, but was invisibly shoved to the wall on the other side of the room. Hitting with such a great force he was out cold before he withered to the ground.

The sound of someone falling came into her ears. Waking from the healing trance, she glimpsed over where the clatter had come from. Jumping from her bed Jaina was shocked to find Jag slumped in a heap on the floor.
She tried to move from her position, but was unable too. Someone or something was holding her down. Searching for the one who was doing it, she found no one.
*The Force! *
She tried to use it, but something was stopping even her connection to it. Suddenly a Twi'lek doctor came in. Fear came over Jaina as the doctor came near. As she tried to yell something at her, nothing came out.
"No use in trying girl. You're the Yuuzhan Vong's toy now." Yanking the wounded girl to her feet the doctor's skin shrivel up to reveal a Vong.
The alien grabbed her by the waist painfully. Her gash hadn't healed fully; she could feel the agony shoot up and down her body. There was nothing she could do. Someone was keeping her tap into the Force well hidden, and her body was paralyzed.
Her eyes suddenly felt heavy and sleep lingered by, taunting her. She wanted so much to stay away and find out where she was headed, but the energy wasn't there. Closing her eyes she dropped hopelessly into a welcoming sleep.

Wedge walked leisurely out of the elevator with Mara Jade. She was frail and still weak, but he didn't dare assist her. Determined she was capable of walking to Jaina's room, the retired X-wing pilot intended to oblige her wishes.
"So my niece is doing better?" Mara inquired.
"Healed enough to give my nephew a long enthusiastic smooch."
A laugh slipped from the fiery hair woman. "You don't think that Jag had nothing to do with it? I am sure they both enforced it."
"It isn't like him, but then again how should I know. It was his first date."
"How sweet, both of them not only had their first date together but first kiss."
Surprised Wedge asked, "It was Jaina's first date? I was positive she would have had at least seven dates."
"You got to be kidding. Getting that girl into a dress is like tell the Vong not to believe in their gods."
Turning the corner, Wedge and Mara broke into a dead run to an unconscious human that was strewn on the floor. He knelt down on his knees and cupped him left hand behind the female's neck, flipping her head over. Horror struck the man's heart. It was Leia, and her skin was purple. Taking her pulse, he found not beat.
Mara quickly took the Aldreaanian princess into her arms. "I'll take care of her, you check for Jag and Jaina."
Hurried, not bothering to stop the door that hit the wall. Glancing around he discovered Jaina wasn't in her bed, but Jag was on the floor piled up in a heap. Rushing to his nephew's side, he probed him for injuries.
A bump on the back of his head swelled up. With luck, nothing was broken or seemed to be fractured, but the sore on his head looked fatal. Ripping his comlink off his belt he called for help.
"Where is your location," asked a rough male voice.
"Listen we're in Room 22, in the hospital. Floor eleven. No doctors or nurses or any signs of life seem to be around. Send Security, and get hold of the New Republic Intelligence Agency. Tell them that the call came from Wedge Antilles."

To be continued in Forceful Betrayals section 2...