Back on the stand, Fey'lya re-asked his question.
"Yes. I was raped."
"Did he ejaculate inside of you?"
"Yes."
"Did you go to a med center or clinic to get cleaned out?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I didn't know that what just happened could result in pregnancy. I didn't really know exactly what had happened. I figure if that were necessary, Jun would have said such. If I had known, I might have done something about it."
"Might have? Explain."
"Who knows? Maybe? Possibly?"
There was snickering from the galleries, but Jun shot me a warning look.
Don't poke the acklay, Asenath.
"I know what might means. What do you mean by might have gone?"
"I may have just left matters up to the Force. Plus, i am not fond of some doctors at the med-center. Anyone could have seen me go in."
"But you would have done nothing to prevent this pregnancy?"
"Probably not."
"No further questions."
"Council, I wish to give my version of the events, and then give you the plans for what I want my future to look like."
"Go ahead," Luke said.
"Jun and I arrived on Korriban. As you very well know, it's dry and the flora and fauna can be vicious. Jun andI were looking for Boba Fett and anyone else who escaped the night Skanato came to claim Jun. When we had stopped for the night to sleep…"
I retold the whole story in as much detail as I could. Even Nanette and Jun hadn't heard it like this before, but now that I knew the terms, there was no stopping me from being graphic.
Nanette looked even more ill than when I told her the first time. Jun went pale, and he saw my bare breasts and butt, not to mention Vlad's penis.
"Before I present my plans, I must apologize to Grand Master Skywalker. Jun and I lied about going to see Scars of the Clone Wars. We were at Nanette's. They were helping me take a pregnancy test. Jun is the one that figured out that I was pregnant, but we needed confirmation.
"For the future, I had hoped to continue in service and have my child trained in that way as well. As I will be 18 in a few months, I would be assigned my own rooms. I could afford to keep the baby and continue to support myself with the Jedi. I have never wanted anything so much before This baby did nothing wrong. neither did I; but, if you choose to have me executed, please allow me to live long enough to deliver the child and put it up for adoption.
"Please hear what I'm saying. Not for me, but for the life of my unborn child, unable to protect itself. I wasn't afraid to die protecting Jun, and I'm not afraid to die now."
The table erupted in whispers, but Mon Mothma hushed them.
"Council, we will deliberate," Luke said as he gestured to their private chambers.
The members of the table filed out, and I stepped off of the stand. Instead of returning to the defense table, I sat between my friends.
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We waited. We waited for three hours.
Finally, the chamber doors opened, and the council members returned to their seats.
I resumed my seat at the defense table and held my breath.
Luke looked from Fey'lya to me.
"Asenath Moonglider, you are cleared of all charges."
I could breathe again.
But, the show was not over.
Jun hopped the gate that separated the observation area and the open floor and came up to Fey'lya. No one was prepared for what was about to happen.
Jun raised a meaty fist and socked the Bothan- hard- in the face.
The silence was intoxicating as the mighty Bothan fell to the ground. The only sound in the room was Mon Mothma laughing. Senile. Poor thing.