Title: The Journal of Jessi Skywalker
Author: Flowerlady
Timeframe: Post-Legacy Era
Characters: Jessi Skywalker (OC), and other OC's plus Ben/Jys, Valin/Syal, Mara, Corran, Mirax, Kyp and others.
Genre: general, romance, angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Jessi is the troubled youngest child of Ben and Jysella Skywalker and this is her journal.
A/N: Written for the TF.N Dear Diary Challenge. This will be updated roughly every two weeks but possibly sooner if the muse strikes. It also uses plot lines set up in my song fic Want To which was about Valin Horn and Syal Antilles.
The Journal of Jessi Skywalker
73 ABY
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Dear Journal,
Okay, my mom told me that it would be good to start a journal to try to figure out my place in the world. So, here it is.
I guess I should tell you a little about myself first. My name is Jessi Skywalker. Yep, I'm a Skywalker. My dad is Ben Skywalker and Mom is Jysella Horn Skywalker. Two very famous Jedi. I also have two older brothers, Dane and Ian. I'll be sixteen in two standard months and as you can imagine haven't had much of a life outside the Jedi Academy at Ossus or here on Coruscant. I like Coruscant, there is always something going on. But my Master and my parents won't let me out of their sight for too long. They keep telling me Coruscant is a dangerous place. But I'm bored and wish we'd go on a mission soon. Oh, I guess I should tell you who my Master is. My mom's brother, Valin is my Master, but we haven't been on any missions yet. My parents are both on the Jedi Council with my Uncle Valin and my grandfather Corran and my grandmother Mara. My grandfather Luke was killed by Sith Lord Darth Krayt, who was also my cousin Jacen Solo, during the war. So, I never got to know my grandfather. My other cousin Jaina, who now is the Empress of New Empire, had defeated her twin brother but they never found his body. And I know my dad wonders if he is really dead but my mom tells him that he worries too much. I've only met Jaina, her husband the Emperor Jagged Fel and my great aunt and uncle once and I would love to see them again. But the Jedi doesn't like that she has created a new order of what they call grey Jedi. But I don't care about that. I just really wish I'd get to see more of the galaxy with Master Horn, but I guess nothing important enough is going on anywhere that qualifies sending a Council member; so here I'm stuck.
Then last night I snuck out of my home and headed for the Mid-Level. I was determined to have some fun which I sure did, for a while anyway. I had a lot of fun pretending that I was someone else. I went dancing in a cantina. I met this really cute guy and I let him think I was older than sixteen. Okay, I'm not sixteen yet but I'm close enough. Anyway, he was tall, had dark hair and deep brown eyes. And he was a Starfleet pilot. How awesome is that. Of course, I know that I'm one of the best pilots there is, except for maybe my cousin Corry. But I wouldn't tell him that.
Well, all was going well until my oldest brother, Dane and Corry came in and recognized me dancing with the pilot. Force, was I ever embarrassed when they surrounded us and Dane, who is ten years older than me, grabbed the guy and told him to get his hands off his little sister. He immediately began to defend his actions until he recognized Corry, who happens to be the poor guy's commanding officer. Corry is a Jedi but he is also a commander in the Navy. Of course, it's in his blood as much as being a Jedi is. His mom is my aunt Syal. She's a doctor now, but during the war with Corellia she was a pilot too.
To say the least, I wished the floor would have opened up and sucked me in. The guy, whose name was Rohn, I think. Anyway, he gave me a dirty look for tricking him and left us as he coursed under his breath about Jedi brats. Dane and Corry then unceremoniously bragged me out of the bar and Dane took me home. There I got another ear full from my over-protective dad and mom. Dad was extremely upset with me once Dane finished telling him where he found me and what I was doing. Mom brought a blanket from a bedroom to cover me. Apparently, she didn't like the low cut halter top I was wearing or the short skirt.
So, here I am. I'm grounded for two weeks, which really sucks because I can't go flying and I am to keep this diary for at least the next year. Mom seems to think that this will help me somehow. But I have my doubts. However, I guess now that I rethink what I did last night, it was pretty stupid. But hey, I'm only sixteen…almost sixteen.
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