A/N: By the choice of the Nanette inspiration, she has decided to end our sixteen year friendship. I have taken executive control of her character and am reworking the story in a new direction. This will take time and patience, especially on your part. I am sorry it went this way, but it cannot be helped. I refuse to be manipulated and used any longer, so in her eyes, I have served my purpose. Thank you for your patience going forward -M

Due to Mon Mothma's dying endorsement, and just as my dream had said, Borsk Fey'lya, the mighty Bothan, won the election by a landslide.

As I was a jedi, Luke made me attend his victory speech, despite my ardent protests that I wanted to be with my baby, and that I really wasn't up to a public appearance so soon after giving birth, even though there was about a week in between each event. Jun was also forced to attend. C-3PO promised to call the med center and get a report on Miriam while I was away.

I wore a black velvet dress with full skirts (which helped hide the deflating pooch). A white high collar came out from the bosom up and had a black tie around the throat. There was lace around the cuffs. Jun was a little more lax in his attire with a black tunic, wide-leg pants, and soft shoes. He was clean, at least, and more than willing to act as a support as I still felt weak and somewhat ill.

Fey'lya's grin during his speech was more of a leer.

Naturally, in his victory speech, he announced his desire to "rid the Galaxy of dangerous threats."

Code for Jun.

I glanced at my friend, whose eyes had gone yellow with rage. I grabbed his arm tighter to try and calm him, but the damage was done. Jun knew my dream was right.

I went home after I was dismissed, got out of that awful getup, and took a nap. Then, I readied myself to go see Miriam.

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She remained in the hospital for two more weeks (she had trouble kicking the lung issue), but she came home healthy.

The doctor told me to not take her out in public for a minimum of eight weeks and to not let small children touch or hold her. I happily complied.

All of my visitors were adults (and droids), but they all wanted to hold her, even Jun. They could not get over her red hair and how fluffy it was. She always looked at whoever was holding her (unless she was asleep) with a very serious, inquisitive look. It was almost funny.

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While I was adjusting to my new role as mother, Fey'lya was digging for evidence to bring charges against Jun.

He found it. Desperate, he sent a small investigative team to Korriban.

From his diaries (that I have special access to), upon arrival the team interviewed the slimy port keeper, who said we left in quite a hurry after we had given the impression we could be there for quite some time. He also said that Jun was completely coherent, and I appeared wounded but stable. The team poked around until they found our campsite area, the cave, and the decomposing remains of my rapist. They had all the evidence they needed to hand off to Fey'lya.

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We came to the arrangements for Jun's escape fairly quickly.

Nanette slowly made modifications to my X-Wing, such as adding hidden fuel reserves and speed modifications to the engines. I collected food supplies, as well as vitamins and water.

The plan was simple: take my ship. Everyone would be scanning the skies looking for The Banshee when he made his break, but no one would be looking for Discovery. The ship was loaded up and ready for him.

Our time as a threesome was short, and much too soon that time was up.

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I was sitting in my favorite chair and nursing Miriam, when the doorbell rang.

I covered up and answered it.

Jun stood in the doorway holding his summons, somewhat flushed.

"Jun…"

"I was hoping that we would have more time," Jun said gruffly.

"Well, how many days?"

"To get witnesses and whatnot together? Five."

"Okay, we can do this."

Miriam, cranky I'd interrupted her feeding, began to fuss.

"I know you don't like seeing this, but," I started.

"Your breasts are the least of my worries. Please."

I reopened my tunic and let her continue nursing.

"So, can I count on you?"

"I'll do my best, but I can't bring Miriam."

"Oh, yeah…"

"What if...do you think you and your defender would be able to maybe record a statement from me, play for Fey'lya, and then have Fey'lya come and record his questions and my answers?"

"Well, I'm representing myself, so I don't see the problem. We could even stream you in, probably, to the courtroom. Fey'lya isn't stupid enough to drag you away from Miriam; however, he would have to approve of this method, otherwise he will just throw out your testimony as rubbish. I'll try to reach him later today."

"I appreciate that. I just don't want anyone else caring for Miriam right now."

"I understand."

Jun lazily gazed at Miriam while she suckled.

"Eyes are up here, Jun."

"Sorry. I assure you, I am not interested in your chest. I was just wondering what that experience would be like, though, since I never had a mother. You seem to have taken well to this new role."

"You would, too, Jun, if you had to or wanted to someday."

"Ha! No."

"I didn't say now. I said 'someday.' You would have a wealth of knowledge to pass onto a young mind. Heck, they would be combat ready quickly."

Jun snorted.

"You're a great teacher. Look how well you've done with me. I'm much better than I was when you got here."

"You've worked hard to learn, Asenath."

"Thanks. Anyway, we'd best find out how Fey'lya feels about this unusual plan."

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Fey'lya agreed to the taping on the condition that both he and Jun would be present to question and observe my behavior.

Fey'lya arrived at my home first, and Miriam was immediately afraid, even though her eyes wouldn't have been strong enough to see him clearly. She could feel things, and she knew I was afraid in his presence.

I offered my guest water, tea, and caf, of which he chose tea. I then put out a tray of dried meat, cheese, and crackers. He looked at me, seemingly surprised.

"I have to make sure I eat enough protein a day so that Miriam gets good quality milk," I said.

Just then, Jun arrived. He helped himself to the tea pot, and Fey'lya eyed me as though I should be insulted. I wasn't, because Jun was there all the time and he knew he could help himself to anything in my home.

I held Miriam while the two men did a coin-toss to see who could go first. I suggested it after Jun almost said, "Age before beauty." He didn't need Fey'lya even angrier with him.

Jun won the coin-toss.

Jun cued the camera handler to go ahead and begin.

"Miss Moonglider, what happened the night you were raped?"

I shut my eyes and recited my version of the rape and voyage home.

"How was Jun behaving?" Jun asked me. I appreciated the third person aspect.

"Different. More than angry," I answered as I shifted Miriam up onto my shoulder.

"Wild?"

"No. Protective. He saw I was in danger, and he acted."

Fey'lya stepped forward a little bit and Miriam's little body trembled. Thankfully, he was only moving toward a seat.

"Would you say Jun was with it?" Jun asked.

"Pardon?" I asked. I needed Jun to reword the question to make a more favorable outcome than "He was completely with it and scary beyond all reason."

"Was Jun Fett acting like himself when he stopped your rapist?"

I fought an eye-roll as I responded, "No, he was not." It was a truthful statement, as Jun was not behaving like himself- that is to say to the public. Jun could be and usually was protective of me, but never to excess.

"When he carried you to the ship, he was alright then?" Fey'lya cut in.

"No. He was calmer, but still not quite himself."

"Why?"

"Because he saw his best friend, if I may be so bold to claim that title, being assaulted. You would be shaken, too."

Fey'lya's fur bristled and he stopped short of a growl at me.

As though on cue, Miriam began to cry.

This kid is sharp, I briefly thought.

Fey'lya backed off, seemingly afraid of a harmless infant.

I tried to calm her, knowing she wanted to nurse, but I couldn't in front of Fey'lya. I hushed her and ran a finger gently over her cheek.

"Do you have any more questions for me, Chancellor?"

"No. I do not."

"Mr. Fett?"

Jun shook his head.

"Good. Then, if you'll be so kind to show yourselves out, I must feed my baby."

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While Miriam nursed, replayed the interview in my mind, praying I didn't say anything incriminating. Not that it would stop Fey'lya.