Luke Skywalker sat at a station in the Jedi Academy's comm center, staring at the message in front of him.

Luke-

Iella recently came into some information which may concern you, although it's source might not be accurate. A man, living in the undercities of Coruscant, who preferred to be known only as 'Braxton' was trying to sleep in his meager apartment when he heard someone shouting. He didn't recall exactly what was said, but it was something to the effect of ruling the galaxy, and he ended it by clearly stating that he 'will kill Ben Skywalker.' This information was filed about six months ago, but Iella only learned of it yesterday, through rather unorthodox methods, which she prefers were not mentioned, as we're sort of working outside the official intelligence source. Naturally Iella was concerned, and I thought I would give you a heads-up, even though I personally think the rodder was nuts. May the Force be with you,

Wedge.

He read it again, trying to see if he had missed anything, and then reached out in the Force and called Ben to him. Luke felt his son's disappointment at being interrupted with whatever he was doing, probably with Vestara, but he obeyed. Luke read the message again, and again, before Ben ran into the comm center at top speed, sprinting to Luke's side, and almost slammed into the console. He executed a sweeping bow, and then said,

"You called?"

"Yes, I did. Try to stop breaking things, please."

"It's inherited."

"From which side?"

"Well, I don't think mom was ever clumsy, so I'm guessing the moisture-farmer from the outer rim."

Luke sighed, "Well, if you're going to be that way, I guess I won't share this crucial information I just received which involves you."

Ben pulled a chair from the console next to Luke's, failing to notice the Wookiee apprentice who was about to sit down. A few seconds later, he found himself pinned to the wall with a big hairy paw.

"Whooah!" Ben yelled. "Put me down, Hallwarah! It was an honest accident!"

The wookiee growled suspiciously then reluctantly set him down, and took the chair back.

Ben got another chair from across the room, checking to make sure no one was even looking at it, and pulled it to Luke's side.

"Graceful as ever, Ben." Luke said, obviously suppressing a laugh.

Ben straightened his robes, ignoring his father, until Luke said, "Fine, Mr. High and Mighty, take a look." He swung the screen around until Ben could see it, and waited until his son was finished reading.

"Is this for real?" Ben asked incredulously.

"Yes. It is from Wedge, after all."

"That's why I was asking," Ben said wryly.

"Have some respect for your elders."

"Like you did for yours?"

Luke decided it was time to change the subject, before Ben brought up Yoda again.

"Anyway, what do you think?"

"I think you must be really desperate to get me away from Vestara."

Luke sighed resignedly. "Could you take this seriously?"

"Why? I'm not exactly going to be scared of some barvy homeless guy living in the undercity."

"I'm not worried about the 'barvy homeless guy.' I'm worried about the other guy."

"They're probably both barvy homeless guys, one of them on too much spice."

Luke was about to reply, when an apprentice ran into the room, gasping, and tried to speak, but couldn't because she was panting too hard.

"Mas-Master Sk-Skywalker-" She began,

Luke sat upright, but it was Ben who said, "Calm down and catch your breath, you're not going to be able to tell him anything if you pass out."

The apprentice did as ordered and then relayed her message.

"MasterSkywalkeryou'dbettercomequickcausethere'sbeenamurder!" She blurted out.

Ben looked at her with confusion, but Luke was already running out the door.

"Wha-" Ben started to ask, then shook his head and ran out of the room after to his dad.

~O~

Jaina lay propped up in the bed in her hospital room, staring in awe at the tiny, wrinkly baby in her arms.

Jag sat next to her with the baby's little fingers wrapped around his thumb. They had been this way for quite some time, content to sit with each other and their baby. At least until the room's intercom buzzed and the nasal voice of the receptionist echoed from it,

"Room 209, occupant Jaina Solo-Fel, you have visitor at the front desk, who refuse to leave even though I have explained to them that no visitors are allowed, according to hospital protocol."

Jaina reached out in the Force and felt her mother's frustration, several floors down. "Send them up."

"I'm sorry, but according to protocol visitors are not permitted immediately after a birth."

In the background, Jaina heard her father's gruff voice. "If you say the word protocol one more time..."

The receptionist sounded panicky now. "Captain Solo, there is no need for that! If you don't put your weapon away immediately, I will have to call security!"

"You think you're 'security' is going to be able to touch me? I've been dealing with 'security' since before you were born! And I'll tell you something else-"

"Han," Leia interrupted, "Put it away. We all know you're not going to use that in front of Allana. Look," she said to the receptionist, "we just want to see our daughter and grandchild. So why don't you let us?"

Now the poor woman sounded confused. "I-I don't know..."

"Good. Now why don't you tell us what floor they're on?"

"Floor nine, room 906."

"Thank you so much." They heard Allana say before the comm was shut off.

Jag laughed. "Typical Solo family. You'd think I'd be used to it by now."

Jaina smiled and shifted Davin into Jag's open arms, so she could sit up straighter. "Better prepare yourself, they're almost here."

"Mentally? Or did you mean barricade the door?" Jag quipped. A few seconds later, the door slid open to admit the rest of the Solo family. Allana Rushed to Jag's side, her eyes widening as she saw the baby. "Is it going to be that wrinkly forever?" She asked, her button nose crinkling with distaste.

"No, he is not." Jag said, nodding at Han and Leia, who had entered the room at a slower pace, and were now standing beside Jaina's bed.

"Good. What's his name?"

It was Jaina who replied. "Davin Gilad Fel. And hello to you too, Allana."

Allana blushed and, rather sheepishly, returned the greeting.

"So, how you doing, kid?" Han said, his voice filled with pride.

Jaina grinned. "When are you going to stop calling me kid?"

"You'll always be my kid."

"Even though you haven't had any control over me since I was a teenager?" She asked teasingly.

Leia snorted. "Or ever, now that you mention it!" They all laughed.

The reunion was interrupted by the arrival of a young nurse. She walked into the room and froze, coloring, as she realized that all eyes were on her.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't realize you had guests."

"It's fine," Jaina said. "What do you need?"

"W-well, the doctor asked me to tell you that the post-birth scans turned up something that might be a problem, and he wants to know if we can do a retake to make sure there's nothing wrong."

"Whatever the doctor thinks is best. Did he say what the problem was?" Jaina asked, a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"We're not sure it is a problem. It might just be a glitch in the machinery, but we'd rather be safe and try it again."

"Of course." Jaina started to get up, but the nurse said, "Uh, I hate to remind you again, Master Solo-Fel, but you're supposed to stay in bed."

Jaina shot daggers at the nurse, who squeaked an apology, but Jag stopped her getting up. "I'll take him Jaina. You stay here and catch up with your family."

"Yeah, Auntie Jaina!" Said Allana, jumping up on the bed beside her, "tell me all about having babies!"

Jag chuckled as he walked out of the room, following the nurse down the long white hallways. they stepped into the turbolift and traveled down. Jag's brow furrowed as he watched the numbers click their way down to zero. "Weren't the scans on the fifth floor?" He asked, puzzled.

"Well, because there might be something wrong with those scanners, we're doing them on our extras, which are in the basement."

"Ah." Jag said, reassured. Just then, the turbolift dinged, indicating their arrival.

"It's just down the hall." The nurse said with a kind smile.

"What's your name, by the way? I just realized I never asked." Jag said, trying to make conversation.

"Oh, sorry about that. My name-tag got broken, so I had to leave it in my locker today."

Jag frowned, and was about to point out that she hadn't answered his question, but they were at the door that read extra scanning machines, and she was already ushering him inside.

"If you'll just lay him down on that bed right there, we'll get started. After all, the sooner we do this, the sooner he can get back to his mommy."

Jag turned and lay Davin on the little bed, but as he was turning back around, he was hit with a crackling bolt of energy, which knocked him to the floor, his vision already going black.

He heard her say, "It's all right. Your son will be safe with me." The last thing he heard before he descended into blackness were Davin's screams.