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A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: I have a feeling that shanesnest is screaming at us for the little cliffhanger in the prologue. Ah well, maybe this chapter will cheer him up.

A/N Nerwen Aldarion: Wow I bet a lot of your are wondering what happened to Jan? How did she get to be so...female? HAHAHA it's cute really, I'm sure you'll like it but watch out she's going to protect her cub like a Mother Bear, so be on the watch.

NOTE: Some of you might notice a little shout out to The Rise and FAll of Kyle Katarn by shanesnest when I mention that Jan was tortured by General Mohc. As far as I know that did NOT happen in the game but shanesnest made it up for his gloriously wonderful fic. So that little tidbit goes to him, I laugh and call this an AU/companion to that fic because of it but really I just always thought that it was a good plot point and I really think that the creators of the game missed out on a golden opportunity there. Kudos to shanesnest for dreaming it up, it really was amazing.

Chapter 1: Precious Moments

A cry woke Jan up in the morning, making her bolt up from her bed. She looked over at the clock and saw that it was 0917. Damn! I overslept! With her night clothes still on, she rushed into the nursery and saw her son lying in his crib, begging for his morning bottle.

"Its okay, Morgan," she cooed to the baby as she picked him up, "I'm sorry I didn't wake up earlier. Momma was tired after the Claw's fuel rods burned out and she needed to replace them."

Jan carried Morgan to the kitchen and found a bottled of formula. "There you go," she said when his tiny mouth found the nipple and greedily began to suck down his breakfast. Capturing Saks two nights ago had been her first mission since Morgan's birth. She'd had to wait until she'd stopped nursing him as well as when he began to eat actual baby food. That last part was still a challenge.

Once his bottle was drained she put it in the sink to wash it later. She carried him back to the nursery and opened his little closet. "So what do you want to wear today?" she asked him even though all he could do was babble incoherent nonsense.

Jan pulled out little green outfit. "This one?"

He sucked his thumb in reply. "No I didn't think so either. How about this yellow one?" Morgan played a strand of her brown hair instead of looking at the selection.

"Alright, well how about the blue jumpsuit with the red shirt?" Jan offered to him. Morgan responded and by looking up into his mother's eyes and saying, "Aboo."

"Good choice, honey."

Jan set her son on the changing table to remove his dirty diaper and replace it with a fresh one. "Yuck," she said and wrinkled her nose, "I can't wait for you to be toilet trained." Morgan giggled at her funny face. She wrinkled her nose again and rubbed it gently against his tiny one.

Morgan laughed again and grabbed a handful of her hair. Jan pulled away before he could give it a good hard tug. "Okay now let's get dressed so we can play."

She dressed her son and then left him in his crib while she put on some clean clothes. Jan returned to the nursery and scooped him back up. Now that Morgan could crawl, she had gotten rid of the coffee table so they could have a bare spot on the floor to play. She put down a couple of toys and played little imaginary games with him to make him laugh. How she loved the sound of his little laugh!

Jan was on her back with Morgan lying on her chest sucking the foot of his furry bush monkey toy—a six months birthday gift from Angel—when Mon Mothma's image appeared on the holoprojector.

The Chief of State could see her operative lying on the floor with her son on top of her and half-frowned, half-smiled at the sight. "Are you alright, Jan?"

"Yes," she replied, holding Morgan close to her chest as she stood up, "The evil King Palpatine was being conquered by the Allied Resistance when Morgan decided he'd had enough."

"Well war is exhausting," Mon Mothma said with a smile, "Is your nanny available to take care of him? There is something I have to discuss with you and Angel."

"But I just got home," Jan said while rubbing the soft hair on her son's head.

"I'm aware of that, Jan, but this is important."

Jan nodded in understanding. "What time do you want me there?"

"In an hour's time if possible."

"It is."

"Good, I'll see you then." Mon Mothma smiled at the baby, "Goodbye Morgan."

The baby responded by babbling out a bit of baby talk. The Chief of State gave him a little wave and then blinked out. Jan breathed in the sweet scent of her son's hair. "Momma's got to get back to work."

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With her precious baby in Mindy's capable hands, Jan took a transport to the Capital building. Mon Mothma's Twi'lek secretary gave her a smile. "Good morning, Miss Ors."

"Good Morning, Lita," Jan replied.

"Mr. Matic and Mon Mothma are waiting for you inside."

"Thanks," Jan said before walking into the room. Mon Mothma locked eyes with her when she opened the door. "Sorry I'm late. Morgan spit up on my shirt so I had to change and then wait for Mindy to come."

"It's perfectly fine, Jan," Mon Mothma assured her with a smile, "I know you have other responsibilities now."

"Responsibilities I'd like to get back to," Jan said.

"I understand so we'll get started then." Mon Mothma handed each of them a data pad. "We received rumors that someone is massing together a small Imperial armada."

"That ain't good," Angel said.

"Indeed not. There is an Imperial base discovered that seems to be receiving coded transmissions from a secret source. I would like both of you to check it out and see if these rumors are true."

"How long do you think this will take?" Jan asked.

"Perhaps a few days."

Jan bowed her head, missing her dear son already though she hadn't even left yet.

"Ma'am, perhaps I could do this alone," Angel suggested, "This way She-cat can be with her little cub."

"Oh no, Angel, I wouldn't ask that of you," Jan said.

"I have to agree with Jan. This will be easier and much faster if both of you are involved," Mon Mothma replied.

"When do we leave?" Jan asked.

"Will two days be ample time?"

She nodded in reply. "I'll tell Mindy."

"Good." Mon Mothma gave Jan a smile. "I'm still amazed by you, Jan."

"What do you mean?"

"Two years ago you would be chomping at the bit to go on high profile missions and now you'd rather stay home."

"I've got a good reason to stay now," Jan replied, smiling as she thought about Morgan. "Don't worry, Mon Mothma, he won't distract me on this mission."

"I have full confidence in you," she replied with only honesty in her voice, "You may both go now if you wish."

Angel followed Jan out of the office and past the secretary. "Mind if I go with you?" he asked, "I'd like to see the cub."

"I guess it has been over a week since he's seen his Uncle Angel," she replied.

Angel followed her home and played with Morgan after Mindy had left. It was an amusing sight seeing the giant, bear of a man crouched down on the floor tickling the baby's feet. But after a little while he left, leaving Jan alone with her son.

She got him another bottle and sat down in the rocking chair to feed him. "Oh Morgan, I'm going to miss you when I leave," she said when he started to close his little brown eyes. "You promise to be good when momma's gone?"

Morgan reached up and patted his mother's chin. Jan captured the tiny hand and pressed it to her lips. Tears stung at her eyes but she refused to cry in front of her baby. He fell asleep but instead of putting him in his crib, Jan held him tight, treasuring this precious moment.

Amilok was where the Imperial base was located and the Raven's Claw wasn't too far away from it, but her captain barely noticed as she sat on her bed in her quarters. Jan was thinking about her son. Oh she knew Mindy would take good care of him, but she hated being away from him for so long.

Sometimes she considered quitting her work as an operative and working as a full time mechanic instead, but the money was much better this way. Besides, she liked making a difference to the galaxy, helping to wipe out the Imperial stench forever. She wanted her little boy to be proud of her when he was older.

She dug into her pocket and pulled out a picture of Morgan, Unfortunately another picture fell out, one she had forgotten to remove. She placed both the picture of her son and the picture of his father side by side, staring at the similarities. They had the same brown hair and eyes, the same nose and mouth. It was amazing how much they looked alike. The only difference was that she loved one and hated the other.

"Well at least you left me with more than a broken heart this time," she said to the picture of her former friend. She grabbed the picture and briefly considered tossing it down the garbage chute. But she changed her mind and hid it in the drawer on the night stand. Jan put the picture of Morgan back in her pocket and left her room to return to the cockpit.

"We're almost there, Angel," she said, banging on his door.

The deep, wall shaking, snoring ended. "I'm up, I'm up," she heard Angel reply though it was muffled by the door.

Jan went to the cockpit and took over the controls. Amilok was an ice planet, her least favorite climate. Being cold and wet was something she would much rather avoid. She had been on Hoth back during the war and she'd actually considered thanking the Imperials for invading so she could leave that wasteland of ice and snow.

"Hope you remembered to pack your thermal suit," Jan said to Angel when he walked into the cockpit.

"I surely did." He looked out the window with a smile. "Ain't it beautiful?"

"You like snow?"

"I grew up on Kilara where it's winter all the time," Angel said.

"I'd be sick of snow if I were you," Jan replied with a grin.

"Well one of the good things about me bein' so big is that I won't be so cold as a little thing like you will."

Jan rolled her eyes at the injustice. "Life isn't fair to us poor females."

She landed the Raven's Claw inside a clearing in the forest. Jan geared up in the skin tight thermal suit that would help to keep her warm while at the same time being light enough to not hamper her movements. She'd have some thermal blankets and hot drinks ready for them when the got back. Jan knew she would need both.

The Imperial base was snuggled between two mountains, a decent hiding spot but Jan had seen better. Of course the ice planet was enough a deterrent to where it was less likely they would be discovered.

Now dressed as best as she could for the cold, Jan strapped two blasters to her waist and joined Angel at the exit. "You ready?" he asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be considering I'm about to be an icicle."

Angel laughed and opened the door for her. "Then let's get to it."

They decided to climb the hill and infiltrate from the roof. It was a one story base so it wouldn't be a problem, or at least it shouldn't have been.

Angel unfolded a compact sniper rifle and took out the two guards with two quick shots. He and Jan carefully finished the rest of length up the hill. Angel gave Jan a boost so she could swing over onto the roof. "You used to be a lot lighter," he whined once she was over.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you to never discuss a woman's weight, especially if she just had a baby?"

"I reckon she did, but I guess I forgot it."

She shook her head at him as he took a giant leap to join her on the roof. "I hope you didn't shake the roof when you landed."

"Oh I'm sure it's fine. They'll probably think it was an avalanche," he replied, grinning through the snowfall.

Jan smiled back and stepped out of the way to look for a way in. "There's a hatch over here," she said and knelt down to crush the snow away from the door.

"Do you need a key card?" Angel asked.

Jan shook her head. "It requires a pass code. I could hack it, but that would take time."

"So what're you going to do?"

She reached down to her waist and pulled out her fusion cutter. She turned it on and sliced away the seal. Angel picked up the heavy metal cover and carefully slid it to the side. "I'll go first and then I'll hold you up when you come down so you can recover it," Angel said.

"Sounds good."

Despite his size, Angel was very quiet when he jumped down into the base. Jan gripped the edges of the open hatch once Angel opened his arms to grab her. His enormous hands wrapped around her waist. It was small enough to where he could almost make his hands meet so obviously her weight really wasn't an issue.

Once he had a good hold on her, Jan grabbed the hatch cover and pulled it back into place. Angel brought Jan gently to the ground without any trouble. "So where to now?"

"Control," she said, "It won't be easy to get there, but once we do I can hack into the network and find out who's sending these transmissions."

Angel yanked two very large, very high-tech, blasters from his belt. "I'm ready."

"I'll say," Jan said, eyeing his guns, "I might have to borrow those some day."

"No one touches my guns without my permission," he warned her.

Jan laughed at his response. Why were men so territorial when it came to their weapons? She only took out one of her ordinary blasters, saving the second one only for tough situations.

"How crowded do you think this place is?" Angel asked.

Jan shrugged as they walked down a corridor. "It's pretty small so I'd say not very."

A shot hit the wall two inches from Angel's head. "Sithspit!" Jan yelled and instantly began to fire.

It was only one young officer so he was down in a matter of seconds but their cover was blown. "We're going to have to fight our way there," Jan said.

"Me and my twin girls can handle it."

Twin girls? Men are idiots.

She shook her head at him and they kept on walking. They needed to save their energy for later because they would most certainly have to run soon. Four men appeared behind them, two of them were shirtless so Jan assumed they had come out of their quarters.

Angel fired one shot from his left blaster. Half way to the men, the pulse split in two and hit two of the men in their chests. Jan took down the other two with two quick blasts to their heads. "Okay, I need a new gun," she said to him.

"I'll get you one for your birthday," Angel promised.

"I'm holding you to that."

They turned a corridor and saw that someone had laid out grenades for them. "They don't want us to go this way," Jan said, "So I think we should."

"We're of like mind's She-cat."

"Whatever you do, don't trip," she warned him, a piece of advice he was already aware of.

Jan stood on her toes so she could be more flexible as she stepped around the shield that was bubbled around the actual grenade. With the grace her mother—the ballerina—had taught her, she weaved through the little maze, still on the balls of her feet. When she reached the last grenade, she stepped back onto her right foot and then leapt over it, landing on the toes of her left foot.

"Wow, She-cat," Angel said while he looked at her from across the hallway, "I don't think I can do that."

"Well what are you going to do?"

Angel fiddled around with the back of his gun and then fired a single shot in the center of the hallway. The pulse was a light blue and when it touched the floor it sent out a wave of energy that shut down all of the grenades.

"Why didn't you tell me you could do that?" Jan demanded.

"I was about to, but what you were doing looked so pretty I didn't want to interrupt you."

"Next time, do," Jan said, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. I've got to get me one of those.

In the right corridor, they saw a room filled with glass windows. "That's control," she said, "Now you need to be careful. Use small blasts and don't blow up any of the consoles. It could ruin our plans if you do."

"Don't worry, She-cat, I'll be careful."

Jan ran down the hall and blasted open the glass windows as she did. She stopped and hid behind the wall on the other side. Angel stayed across the hall, looking at her for their next move. She motioned for him to stay there.

Two Imps walked out Control. At the same time Jan and Angel both fired, each taking out one of them. "Go!" she shouted.

She and Angel ran towards the Control Room. There were three officers inside but only one had his blaster ready. Angel had reset one of his blasters to where the bolt was needle thin. I pierced the heart of the one who was armed before he could shoot. Jan fired at the remaining men who had been sitting down.

"Cover for me," she directed Angel when they entered the room filled with bodies and broken glass. Jan shoved one of the dead Imps out of their chair and sat down.

The console was untouched minus that fact that blood spattered the screen. Jan took of the dead man's hat and wiped away the red droplets. She inserted a computer spike so she could get access then went to work typing away at the keyboard.

She checked the commander's log but found nothing interesting. The base was a scrubber. It picked up the transmissions from other bases, scrubbed them for bugs, and then scrambled their codes so only the Imperials could read it. "Wow, they did a good job."

"What'd you mean?"

"It means this is going to have to take longer than I thought."

"Well you better hurry, She-cat, 'cause we've got company."

Jan heard blaster fire but didn't look back. She couldn't waste a second at this point. She slipped in a virus transfer. The virus she uploaded had specific instructions to break the cypher keeping their security codes in check. She tapped her fingers on the table while she waited for the virus to upload. There was a chance that the base had firewalls in place to detect and destroy viruses like this. If that was the case then they were screwed.

Codes filled the screen, a sign that brought relief to Jan. The virus had worked. Now she had complete control of their network.

Angel was still firing away behind her. Apparently the entire base had showed up to try and kill them. She hoped his twin girls had enough power to last long enough for her to finish.

Jan inserted her data-chip and typed in a command to bring up all transmissions. There were hundreds and there wasn't time to go through them so she downloaded them onto the chip. However, there was one transmission that read 'Urgent Report'.

She opened it and read the name of the sender: Commander Castin Mohc.

Mohc? she thought, Not the Mohc. He can't be related to that Mohc.

Jan wanted to read the message but before she could the screen went black. "They've cut off the central power!" she called out to Angel.

"What does that mean?"

"It means we need to go!" Jan slipped the data-chip into her pocket and pulled out her blaster.

"Can we go back the way we came?" She asked Angel.

"Give me a sec." Angel fired both blasters at the same time. This time their pulse shots split into four needles. Each tiny shot sought a target and hit the five men remaining in their heads.

"Where do you get those?" Jan asked.

"I made them myself. Like I said, I'll make you one for your birthday."

"We better run," Jan told him, "I'm sure there are more of them and they'll be coming soon."

"Right behind you, She-cat."

Their boots stomped hard on the floor as they sprinted for the hatch. The corridor where the grenades were was now filled with men, each with a gun. "Sorry, wrong way," she teased at the Imps, firing at them as she ran.

She went in the opposite direction, praying she could find the way out. Shots were coming at them from behind. She heard Angel let out a grunt. "Are you hit?!"

"I'll be fine," he replied.

Jan was worried but she didn't have time to check on his wound. She brought him down another corridor and this one led to the hatch.

Angel leapt up and punched the cover away. He then reached down and tossed Jan up the hole. She managed to grab the sides so she didn't go flying through the air. Jan waited for Angel to jump up before she covered the hole again.

"Give me a minute," she told him. Jan pulled out her welding stick and melted the steel around the edges to keep the Imps locked inside. "That won't hold forever. We've got to hurry."

The both ran down the hill, being careful to not trip and roll into the forest that was below it. Once they were in the trees, they slowed their pace to a brisk walk. "That went pretty well," Angel commented.

"Where did you get shot?"

"Just grazed my arm, see." He showed her a rather deep gouge on the side of his right arm, "S'okay. We can fix it when we get back to the ship."

"You'll have to wait until we're out of the system," Jan said.

Voices sounded behind them, but they didn't stop to look, just took of running again. "Damn! I thought it would take them longer than that to get through," Jan said. She had her blaster out but so far they weren't close enough to fire.

The Raven's Claw had never looked more beautiful to them. It was covered with a thick blanket of white snow and some green needles that had fallen from the trees. They both reached it at the same time, but Angel let Jan get inside first.

She made it to the cockpit in record time and fired up the engines. The deep hum of the ship rumbling to life was a comfort to them both. She kept it on manual control so she could safely fly out of the trees. The Imperials were firing at her ship with their blasters but the shield kept them from getting through.

Jan held her breath until they broke atmosphere and only the stars were around them. "That was some good flyin' there She-cat!" Angel called to her.

Jan breathed out a sigh of relief and leaned back into her pilot's chair. She was exhausted from the whole ordeal…but boy that had been fun!

"Castin Mohc?" Mon Mothma repeated, "Are you sure?"

Jan and Angel were both in her office after returning from their mission only an hour ago. A suspicious thought was forming in Jan's mind and she didn't look happy while she pondered over it.

"I'm positive," Jan said.

Mon Mothma shook her head and sat back down in her seat. "I honestly didn't see this one coming."

"I don't get it," Angel said, "What's this big deal about this Mohc fella?"

Jan looked at the Chief of State hard. "He's General Mohc's son, isn't he?"

Her voice was an eerie calm, a warning sign Mon Mothma had learned to detect after years of working with her. "Now Jan—."

"You knew that mad man had a son, and you didn't tell me!" Jan yelled now and jumped out of her chair.

"Jan, please control yourself."

"Don't you realize what this means?" Jan asked with her fists curled into tight balls, "Castin could be out for revenge, out for my blood!"

"It's possible," Mon Mothma admitted, "but you are probably the least of his worries. I doubt he wants you more than—."

"I know who did most of the work and I don't want to hear his name," she hissed.

Jan's rage towards her partner used to be only a small degree, but now it appeared that she refused to speak his name. This was a bit of a surprise to Mon Mothma considering Jan bore him a child.

"Please, Jan, you must calm down. I can't explain everything when you're acting like this."

There are various degrees of calm. There is perfect serenity where nothing in the universe can bother the person. There is moderate peace where the individual is simply in a normal mood. Then there is the calm before the storm, when all of the anger is simply locked in a very small box and is dying to break free. The latter is how Jan felt now.

"I know where this is stemming from," Mon Mothma said once Jan had resumed her seat, "And let me assure you I will not let anything happen to Morgan. As far as I know, Castin has shown no interest in you so your son is quite safe."

This knowledge allowed Jan to uncurl her fists. "Now if I may continue," Mon Mothma said, "we were aware that Rom Mohc had a son but he was a mediocre commander, hardly noticeable. He dropped off the radar after the war. It was assumed that he was dead."

"Obviously he ain't," Angel voiced.

Mon Mothma nodded at him. "Did you go through the data-chip, Jan?"

"I couldn't get all of the transmissions, only a half a year's worth," she explained, "the latest one mentioned how he had one Star Destroyer and nine cruisers ready. But that was last year."

"He may have managed to double that number now," Mon Mothma replied with a heavy sigh, "Was there anything else?"

"He's pissed off at someone named Ganis," Jan said with a shrug.

"That's everything?"

Jan nodded. "Unless you want supply reports."

"At least we have a start, albeit not much of one," Mon Mothma admitted, "I want you both to be prepared to ship out on a moments notice. I don't know how dangerous this situation is but I always believe in being ready for anything."

"That's a good idea 'cause I've got a bad feeling about all of this," Angel concurred with her.

"Go on, both of you, and Jan," she stopped her just as she was leaving her chair, "It will be alright."

Jan nodded. "I'll make sure it is," she replied before waking out of the office to see her child.

Angel looked over at Mon Mothma and said, "That there is a momma bear."

There were many legacies that existed from Jan's frantic search for Kyle eighteen months ago, her anger, her son and also her psychiatrist. Try as she may Jan couldn't convince Mon Mothma to override Helena Bandon's orders and let her stop taking these sessions. It irked Jan to no end that a simple doctor had that small bit of power over her life.

"The mission was great," Jan said staring out the window behind Bandon obviously bored, "I really liked being back on active duty. It was wonderful to actually accomplish something," she paused for a moment, "I missed Morgan though, I expected that but it still hit me hard, it was weird suddenly the Claw seemed too quiet, I needed to hear his little laugh."

"So you feel good about the mission?" Dr. Bandon asked.

"Of course, it was a success, we escaped with minimal injuries and Angel promised to make me one of his specialty blasters for my birthday," Jan explained, "but now that I know Castin Mohc is out there…I can't shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen." She turned to the doctor, "I went through hell during the Dark Trooper Project, especially with General Mohc, what that man put me through…no human being should ever be so cruel."

"I recall reading reports that he tortured you," Dr. Bandon said, "that must have been terrible."

"Yes that is saying it in the nicest possible way," Jan agreed, "he'd torture me, bring me to death and then bring me back only to start all over again. I should have died, I would have died if not for…" her voice trailed off and once more her eyes turned into blue storms of anger.

"But if you were only an accessory why should his son feel any anger towards you?"

"Hatred isn't an easy thing to explain, I was there, it was my rescue that caused his father's death; in his eyes I am partly to blame."

"But you don't know that he really feels that way for sure," Bandon pointed out."

Jan shook her head, "I know that I just…something is happening, something big and I'm going to be right in the middle of it, I know it."

Helena was silent for a while before she spoke again, "Jan why won't you say Kyle's name?"

Jan whirled around to glare at the little woman, "I don't want to talk about him."

"Is there any particular reason why?"

"Plenty, most of them are curse words."

The doctor sighed, "Jan, Kyle is the root of most of your problems, opening up is the only way we can fix those problems."

"I don't understand why I am still here," Jan exclaimed, "I'm fine now, I'm not looking for…him, I'm not even thinking about looking for him, I eat at least three meals a day…okay I don't get that much sleep but I have a baby so that's expected. I'm back on active duty and I'm in no way hearing voices or hallucinating," She turned back to the doctor, "I'm fine! So why am I still here?"

Dr. Bandon put aside her notebook and looked into Jan's eyes, "Do you still dream Jan?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said that you used to dream that Kyle loved you, do you still dream about that?" she asked again, "or do you dream now about him returning, about you being a family with him, finally having that perfect ending?"

Jan didn't respond, her face was blank as she just looked at the woman for a moment, finally she said quietly, "And if I do?"

Bandon sighed, "I'm going to tell you what I think. I think you and Kyle grew too close, too close to be friends and partners, you became one unit and it hurts you for him to be gone, perhaps even lethally. However now you have found a surrogate of sorts, something else to hold on to now that he is gone: your son.

"I believe you still obsess over Kyle only now you no longer express it with madness but with anger, and this obsession is going to continue until you learn to forgive Kyle. Forgive him for leaving you and hurting you like he did…only then will you finally be free."

"Forgive Kyle," Jan finally spoke, "That's what I have to do for you to finally end these sessions?"

The doctor nodded, "That's right."

Jan sighed with disappointment and resignation, "I'm going to be coming to you until the day I die."

When Jan finally got back to her apartment she felt the weight of her last meeting with Dr. Bandon leave her. She always felt drained after those visits, like spilling her guts was actually physically tiring. Alright it wasn't the talking that tired Jan out it was the constant battle to try not to reveal too much to the doctor.

I probably drive her crazier than she does me Jan realized with a pang of regret; then again the woman wouldn't let her off the hook even after she'd been the model operative for the Republic for a year and a half now.

Of course it was hard to feel anything but joy when she finally got to be with Morgan again, it was amazing how energized she felt again once she saw his little face. Jan tried to let him crawl around on the floor but he seemed more interested in letting her hold him, he loved to play space ship, whizzing through the air but still safe in her arms.

A blinking light from her telescreen broke through the merriment of playing with her son, carrying the cooing Morgan she pressed a button and the hologram of Luke Skywalker was standing in front of her.

"Hello Jan, everything going good with you?"

"Things are fine here Luke," she told him, "How about at the academy?"

"Everything is going well here Jan," Luke replied, "we're rebuilding slowly but there is a lot of progress, but still a lot of work too."

Jan smiled, "You didn't call me up to give me the time of day did you Luke?"

"You're right Jan," Luke said, "I heard about your latest mission, that you intercepted some transmissions between Castin Mohc and a man named Ganis."

"Do you know who Ganis is?"

Luke nodded, "Possibly, I've been looking into reports of a young Sith lord, there isn't much said about him. He has a few followers, none of which are very powerful but I've heard rumors that Ganis has a special power on his own."

"What is it?" Jan asked curious and concerned.

"I don't know," he admitted, "but everything I hear about it suggests that it is something to be afraid of."

Jan shook her head, "Great, I'm never going to be rid of Sith am I?"

"It appears not," he agreed, "that's why I'm going to send one of my students to travel with you, to investigate the Sith and help out."

She glared at Luke's form and sized him up, "Don't tell me you're sending…"

"He is a logical choice Jan."

"He is a hormone crazed kid that needs a good smack down."

"Cole is all of those things," Luke agreed, "But he is also very powerful in the Force in his own right, he excels at his studies…"

"And seducing young girls."

"Are you afraid that you won't be able to handle him?" Luke asked a mischievous grin on his face.

"Oh I can handle him," Jan explained, "I 'handle' him by breaking bones."

"But you work well with him and he'll listen to you, you were good with him last time, he even came back a little bit wiser."

Jan snorted, "How long did that last?"

"He can help you, I wouldn't be sending him if I didn't believe he could do this," Luke told her.

"I know," Jan sighed, "this just means I'm going to have to lock my doors at night."

"I'm sure he learned his lesson last time."

"Don't count on it."

Luke laughed for a few minutes and Jan smiled with him, Morgan looked up from her shoulder and looked at the hologram in front of him. He seemed to study the Jedi for a moment before resting his head back on his mother's shoulder and began to suck his thumb.

Luke looked at the child in Jan's arms, "Your son is very aware."

"He's smart," Jan said proudly.

"He's strong," Luke commented, "like his father."

"Morgan is nothing like his father," Jan snapped.

"I think father and son are more alike than you want to admit," he disagreed, "The Force is strong with them both, they both have a gift for it."

"Luke my son is only nine months old," Jan interjected, "he's not ready to join your academy."

"I wasn't suggesting that," Luke told her, "I'm simply stating a fact, you can't escape the power of the Force anymore than your son can." He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, hesitant to press further with some information that he had obtained but a part of him knew that she deserved to hear this, "I've been hearing more reports about the Sith."

"Really?" Jan asked curious as to why he was turning the conversation in that direction.

Luke nodded, "It appears that someone is hunting them down, eradicating places that were entrenched in the Dark Side, this person is doing a lot of good," he admitted and looked at her carefully, "I believe that it may be Kyle."

"I don't want to hear about this," Jan said quickly once his name had escaped Luke's lips, "I don't want to hear anything about him, not where he is, what he is doing, not even his name!"

"You can fight him all you want Jan," Luke told her, "but I have a feeling that yours and Kyle's paths will meet again."

"I pray you're wrong," Jan told him, "For his sake."

Castin Mohc didn't know what to expect when he was called to Ganis's chambers. The Dark Lord had already heard about the attack on Amilok but he hadn't made any mention of it. Castin didn't think the infiltration was serious, the only thing that came of it was the recordings from the base revealed that a woman had attacked his base. Jan Ors.

Ors would die by his hands, but not until he had Katarn. He wanted that traitor to watch as his woman died the slowest, most vile death possible. Then he would let Katarn wallow in his grief until he was a mad man. He would beg for death, but Castin would have none of it. He would die like an animal, the ultimate vengeance for his father's death.

Ganis was waiting for him, watching the same vid recording of the Amilok infiltration that Castin had watched earlier. "I suppose you fear that I will punish you for this," the Sith said, "but you needn't worry. I'm glad this happened. It has allowed me to study the woman more closely."

"And what have you found?"

"Immeasurable spirit, as well as beauty. It's easy to see why Katarn would claim this woman as his own." Ganis tilted his head to study Ors's face. "She's hiding something. I can see it in her eyes. I might have to visit her shadow and see what secret she is carrying."

"Does this have anything to do with my revenge?" Castin demanded through gritted teeth.

"Indeed," Ganis replied not rankled by the foolish boy's impatience, "We are almost ready to begin."

The news was a great shock to Castin. "We are."

"Yes. Jan Ors will be marked for death, but make sure your men don't kill her. Katarn will find his woman to protect her then you may do what you wish with her, but leave Katarn to me. Once I am done with him then you can get your full revenge."

At last, after waiting for many years, gathering an army and preparing for the assault, they were about to begin their war upon the Republic.

A/N: So it begins, the real enemies of the story are about to start their assault. What will happen next? You'll have to wait and see. Reviews always stimulate the writing process.