Title: SilSolo's Drabble Thread
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars
Summary: None
Notes: None
Characters: see individual weeks
Genre: Drabble
Week One: Allana
1. Beginnings
Allana stood, sweating profusely as she nervously clenched and unclenched her empty right fist. Her other hand searched fruitlessly for the lightsaber that was not there. Her master was supposed to keep the weapon for a good party of the ceremony that would mark the beginning of the rest of Allan's life, or at least until the inevitable coronation. The Grand Master's speech failed to register in the young woman's ears as she thought excitedly about being promoted to the rank of Jedi Knight. She swallowed and reminded herself of the Jedi code. iThere is no emotion, there is peace./i
2. Middles
The queen's gaze darted between her two noblewomen as she almost sighed. She was glad that she had a scarlet veil to hide her emotions behind. The squabbles were becoming more and more tiring by the day, as the various politicians accused each other of frivolous charges. Each time, the queen had to step in to mediate, usually more than once for one matter. She had dealt with this kind of monotonous squabbling ever since she was an apprentice and she was tired of forcing herself to keep her ears open. At least the women took out their frustrations openly.
3. Ends
The message of resignation from the Jedi Order blurred as tears welled up in Allana's eyes. The Jedi had been everything to her and now, she had to leave because she had deviated too far from the Jedi standards. Why could they not understand? Why couldn't the Jedi welcome change and diversity? She knew that the answer lied in how both she and the Jedi had changed, only in different directions, she was first knighted.
"It's alright, 'Lana. You chose and acted." Jacen comforted, but Allana only glared venomously in return. Her Jedi career ended all because of that Sith.
1. First
A pang of jealousy hit Allana as she watched her cousins appear on the Holo as Han and Leia Solo's grandchildren. Those twins—those babies---did not deserve the spotlight, at least not without her, but she could not afford to leave the protection of the Jedi Temple for the fear of Hapan assassins who hated Solo blood. Kriff it. Those little kids, who were six years younger than her, got all the attention while she remained anonymous on Ossus. They could dethrone her from the throne of the former Chief-of-State's only grandchild, but at least Allana was still first.
5. Last
Allana rushed to her consort's side and removed the dagger from his crumpled form as she reached out to him through the Force, but it was too late. The woman's last remaining family had a one-way ticket to the Force. Widowhood was the price of marrying a Hapan noble. First, her father fell to a Jedi's lightsaber and then her mother and grandfather were taken down in a battle they could not possibly win. Then… Allana shook her head. She did not need to remember the horrors and pile them atop what she already had before her, the last survivor.
-End
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