Jag Fel felt like he was walking on a cloud. This was a brand new sensation for him. Being raised among the Chiss, he was taught to be well-grounded in his beliefs and to never waver. And even though he was a pilot, he had been taught to always keep his feet on the ground, so to speak.

But Jaina had changed all that. He knew he loved her, but couldn't figure out when he had realized it. It seemed like he had felt this way about her forever, even though he had known her for only a few years. She had changed his entire way of thinking, had turned his entire world upside down. And after their encounter on the roof just a few moments ago, she had proved to him that she felt the same.

Jag entered his quarters and absently packed up all of his belongings, which didn't take long, as he had very few material belongings with him. He had a few uniforms, a casual outfit, and some small knick-knacks to remind him of home. He had everything packed up in less than five minutes. He knew that he would meet Jaina at her quarters in fifteen minutes, and that they would go down to the docking bay together, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. After five more minutes, he made his decision, one that most would judge as rash, but one that he knew was right.

Leaving his bag sitting on his bed, Jag left his room with quick but measured steps. He got to Jaina's room quickly and walked in without announcing his presence. He found Jaina closing up her bag. She looked up at his entrance, surprised, but smiled when she realized who it was.

"Jag, what are you doing here?" she asked, moving over to him. She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss.

"I know this may seem a little premature, probably rash..." he trailed off, looking into her eyes. "Marry me?"

Jaina started at this. She looked at Jag, surprise and joy and love evident in her eyes. She grabbed both of his hands and locked her brandy gaze onto his emerald one. Jag tried to keep all of his nervousness from showing on his face, but he was sure that she could feel it through the Force.

"Yes."

Jag's face blossomed into a smile that stretched from ear to ear. He pulled his hands from hers, cupped her face, and leaned down and gently kissed her. He felt Jaina deepen the kiss, and didn't resist. Soon, though, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers. After a moment, he pulled away, grabbed her hand, and headed toward the door.

"Wait, Jag, where are we going?" she asked, allowing herself to be pulled along.

"You said yes, now we're going to get my uncle to perform the ceremony," he answered. "I know it's quick, but I don't think that I want to wait. Too many things can happen in war and I don't want to miss out on being married to you."

"I don't either," Jaina told him. "But who are we going to get to be our witnesses?"

Kyp somehow found himself sitting in a small auxiliary conference room. Jaina had contacted him two minutes ago, requesting his presence. Only when he had arrived had he been told that he was to act as a witness at the wedding of Jaina and Jag. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Shawnkyr Nuruodo sitting a few seats down, acting as the second witness, looking just as uncomfortable as he felt. Jaina's droid Cappie was between them.

"All right," General Antilles began, "do you want the long, short, or quickie version of the ceremony?"

"Quickie," Jaina answered him. "I'm supposed to meet my parents on the landing field in ten minutes so they can see me off. If I'm not there to meet them, they'll get worried and send a search party." Kyp knew that the entire squadron would be leaving Borleias in fifteen minutes, but hadn't known that Han and Leia would be there to see their daughter off. But I should have realized that they would.

"Quickie it is then." The General turned to the young Chiss-raised pilot. "Jag, do you take Jaina to be your wife, in sickness and health, good times and bad, till death do you part?"

"I do," he said firmly, looking in Jaina's eyes. Not only could Kyp see the love evident in Jag's eyes, but he could also feel it through the Force. This surprised Kyp because Jag wasn't a Jedi, but his feelings were coming across stronger and clearer than most people's usually did.

General Antilles turned to Jaina. "Jaina, do you take Jag to be your husband, in sickness and health, good times and bad, till death do you part?"

She turned to look at Jag and said quietly, but firmly, "I do."

"Then by the power vested in me by the New Republic, I pronounce you husband and wife. Kiss your bride, Fel. That's an order."

"Yes, sir," he said, snapping off a quick salute at his uncle before turning a kissing his wife. After a moment, they broke apart, smiling.

Kyp took that as his cue to leave. He stood, Shawnkyr and Cappie following him. Once out in the corridor, Kyp headed for the docking bay with Cappie, while Shawnkyr headed in the opposite direction, probably towards the simulators.

I take it they don't want Han and Leia to know about this yet. I had better make sure to watch my mouth and not mention anything, Kyp thought. Otherwise, I am going to have two angry pilots after my hide.

Han Solo watched his only daughter stride across the docking bay in his direction. It didn't escape his notice that the Fel kid had walked his little girl as far as his clawcraft, and then left her to say good-bye to her parents on her own. What is going on between those two?

"Hey Daddy," Jaina said, giving her father a tight hug.

"Hey yourself," he said, pulling away and holding her at arm's length. He looked at her critically. "Don't get yourself killed, alright? Because that would mean that I didn't teach you enough about flying and I don't think I could live with that failure."

Jaina smiled. "I wouldn't go and die on you, Dad. You and Colonel Darklighter are too good of teachers for the Vong to get me."

"Colonel Darklighter? Gavin? He taught you how to fly? You went behind my back?" Han asked, mock horror in his voice.

Jaina punched her father's arm lightly. "Oh, be quiet, you." She turned to her mother and gave her a tight hug. "I'll miss you, Mom."

"Stay safe, and may the Force be with you," Leia told her daughter.

"And with you," Jaina said. She turned from her parents and quickly walked to her X-wing and stowed her bag in the secure portion of the cargo hold. She leaped into the cockpit, gave Cappie a wave, and started up her engines. Han and Leia stepped back as the roar of multiple fighter engines cut through the air.

Be safe, Jaina, please, Han pleaded silently. I don't want to have to bury another child.

Jaina ran through her pre-flight checks quickly, and flipped on her comm. "Twin Suns, report in." She waited until everyone had checked in, and then switched frequencies to Borleias control. "Control, Twin Suns Squadron is green and good to go."

"Copy," the voice of Tycho Celchu answered. "You are clear for launch. May the Force be with you."

"Copy. Twin Suns Lead out." Jaina powered up her repulsorlifts and maneuvered up and over the kill zone, the rest of the squadron following her lead. Once out in the open air, she throttled up her engines, and kicked her ship into orbit. Once everyone was out in the vacuum of space, Jaina transmitted them the jump coordinates.

"Jump on my mark," she transmitted, turning her ship onto her exit vector. "Three, two, one, mark." She pulled her hyperspace levers back, plunging her ship into the blue and white swirling maelstrom that was hyperspace.

Stuck in hyperspace for the entire trip with nothing to keep her company but her thoughts, Jaina thought about her future. Since the war had started, she had never planned very far ahead. Now, it seemed like she needed to plan a few years ahead, at the least. Now that she was married, she had to think about surviving the next engagement against the Vong. She had to think about the possibility of children, however near or far in the future that might be. She had to think about telling her parents about her marriage.

But all of that was in the future. For the moment, all she had to worry about was getting to the Maw alive. And that was enough for her.