Chapter Two
Author's Note: I have stolen the names Jacen and Jaina Solo from Tim Zahn, etc. I'm simply so used to them that they have to exist.
Destiny woke up the next morning to her fourteen-year old sister attempting to sneak out of her room with Destiny's favorite shirt. "Oh no you don't," Destiny said.
Jaina Solo whirled around, the evidence plainly in her hand. "Oh hey," Jaina forced a smile. "I figured you wouldn't mind if I borrowed this old rag?"
"Fat chance," Destiny said, getting up from the bed and snatching the shirt from Jaina. Jaina was two years younger but was Destiny's height. Where'd I get robbed on the height, Destiny thought. Guess she took after Dad.
Daddy.
Get that stupid dream out of your head, Destiny told herself. She needed to go flying and take some of her tension out on a ship.
She dressed quickly and walked into the dining room for breakfast. On the way, she noticed her younger brother Jacen, Jaina's twin, shellacking his hair with some weird goo. Destiny laughed at Jacen, who was suddenly aware that girls did not have space slugs growing on them.
As Destiny dropped into her seat at the dining table, Han mussed her hair. "Feeling any better this morning, kid?"
Leia threw Han a look across the table that plainly meant, Drop it. What creeped Mom out so much about my dream? Destiny thought.
"Come on Des," Jaina said, walking into the room. "We'll be late."
Destiny sighed as she got up from the dinner table. Who died and made her the twins's personal chauffeur?
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After barely making it to class on time, Destiny went through the rest of the day as usual. By the time the day rolled around to her last class, Galactic History, she was itching to jump in a ship.
"Today we will be studying the history of the Jedi Knights," her teacher announced. Destiny groaned slightly too loud. She was not going to get that stupid dream out of her head no matter what, was she?
"If that's how you feel Miss Solo, could you suggest an alternative topic?" the teacher asked sarcastically. "Perhaps you could enlighten us with a lecture on spice smuggling?"
Destiny glared at the teacher. How dare he make fun of her father, a hero of the Rebellion? Not to mention she attended the Coruscant Academy of Arts and Sciences, one of the most elite schools in the galaxy. Many heroes of the Rebel Alliance sent their sons and daughters to this school for the finest education the Republic had to offer. Han Solo essentially paid his paycheck. He probably taught Palpatine and Darth Vader, Destiny thought to herself.
"No sir," she sulked instead.
"Good. If there are no further protestations, take out your data pads and take careful notes. We will be having a test on this," the teacher said.
"Thanks Des," Cris Antilles commented from behind her.
"Shut up fighter jock," she retorted.
The teacher began with the beliefs of the Jedi and their customs. As he droned on, Destiny found herself fascinated. The concept of a lightsaber especially interested her. A very elegant weapon, it could deflect blaster bolts and could be used as a tool in almost any situation.
The lecture ended all too soon for Destiny. The bell rang, and she approached the teacher's desk. "Yes, Destiny?" her teacher inquired.
Destiny sighed. "I just wanted to say I was sorry, sir. I found the lecture fascinating actually. Is there any place I can find more information on the Jedi?"
The teacher looked at her, measuring her up. Finally he said, "There should be plenty of information in the Palace databanks." He paused. "With your mother's diplomatic ties you probably have access to higher-level documents also."
"Thank you sir," Destiny grinned. She had always enjoyed hearing stories of knights of old Houses, like the House Organa. She wondered if the tales of the Jedi would prove to be any more exciting.
Author's Note: I have stolen the names Jacen and Jaina Solo from Tim Zahn, etc. I'm simply so used to them that they have to exist.
Destiny woke up the next morning to her fourteen-year old sister attempting to sneak out of her room with Destiny's favorite shirt. "Oh no you don't," Destiny said.
Jaina Solo whirled around, the evidence plainly in her hand. "Oh hey," Jaina forced a smile. "I figured you wouldn't mind if I borrowed this old rag?"
"Fat chance," Destiny said, getting up from the bed and snatching the shirt from Jaina. Jaina was two years younger but was Destiny's height. Where'd I get robbed on the height, Destiny thought. Guess she took after Dad.
Daddy.
Get that stupid dream out of your head, Destiny told herself. She needed to go flying and take some of her tension out on a ship.
She dressed quickly and walked into the dining room for breakfast. On the way, she noticed her younger brother Jacen, Jaina's twin, shellacking his hair with some weird goo. Destiny laughed at Jacen, who was suddenly aware that girls did not have space slugs growing on them.
As Destiny dropped into her seat at the dining table, Han mussed her hair. "Feeling any better this morning, kid?"
Leia threw Han a look across the table that plainly meant, Drop it. What creeped Mom out so much about my dream? Destiny thought.
"Come on Des," Jaina said, walking into the room. "We'll be late."
Destiny sighed as she got up from the dinner table. Who died and made her the twins's personal chauffeur?
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After barely making it to class on time, Destiny went through the rest of the day as usual. By the time the day rolled around to her last class, Galactic History, she was itching to jump in a ship.
"Today we will be studying the history of the Jedi Knights," her teacher announced. Destiny groaned slightly too loud. She was not going to get that stupid dream out of her head no matter what, was she?
"If that's how you feel Miss Solo, could you suggest an alternative topic?" the teacher asked sarcastically. "Perhaps you could enlighten us with a lecture on spice smuggling?"
Destiny glared at the teacher. How dare he make fun of her father, a hero of the Rebellion? Not to mention she attended the Coruscant Academy of Arts and Sciences, one of the most elite schools in the galaxy. Many heroes of the Rebel Alliance sent their sons and daughters to this school for the finest education the Republic had to offer. Han Solo essentially paid his paycheck. He probably taught Palpatine and Darth Vader, Destiny thought to herself.
"No sir," she sulked instead.
"Good. If there are no further protestations, take out your data pads and take careful notes. We will be having a test on this," the teacher said.
"Thanks Des," Cris Antilles commented from behind her.
"Shut up fighter jock," she retorted.
The teacher began with the beliefs of the Jedi and their customs. As he droned on, Destiny found herself fascinated. The concept of a lightsaber especially interested her. A very elegant weapon, it could deflect blaster bolts and could be used as a tool in almost any situation.
The lecture ended all too soon for Destiny. The bell rang, and she approached the teacher's desk. "Yes, Destiny?" her teacher inquired.
Destiny sighed. "I just wanted to say I was sorry, sir. I found the lecture fascinating actually. Is there any place I can find more information on the Jedi?"
The teacher looked at her, measuring her up. Finally he said, "There should be plenty of information in the Palace databanks." He paused. "With your mother's diplomatic ties you probably have access to higher-level documents also."
"Thank you sir," Destiny grinned. She had always enjoyed hearing stories of knights of old Houses, like the House Organa. She wondered if the tales of the Jedi would prove to be any more exciting.