Chapter 32
Two months had passed since the CSA defeat at Borleias. Garinoska was in hiding. The CSA fleet had been scattered, and were most likely installing new computer cores in all of their ships. Right now, the Galactic Alliance of Free Republics was just defending its borders, which had been reinforced by the Eclipse-Star Destroyer Hope of the Alliance and the Super Star Destroyer Remember Myrkr.
Anakin Solo straightened his black bow tie in front of the mirror before putting on his black jacket. It was Jacen's wedding day, and it was almost time to go. The Jedi Temple's Great Hall had been filled with rows of seats, for all of Jacen's family, friends, fellow Jedi, and many politicians, including Cal Omas (as he would be performing the ceremony), as well as military personel from the Base. Fyor Rodan was not going to be attending, thankfully.
He walked out of his room, heading towards the rail station that would take him to the Temple. It was a short walk, and on the way, he met up with Kell, who was wearing a nicer form of his day uniform, with the old Wraith Squadron insignia on the shoulder, and a Kalidor Crescent hanging under his rank insignia. A gray hand-woven baldric from Corellia completed the outfit, giving him the air of a retired pilot who still had no small amount of pride from his days in the service.
Anakin raised an eyebrow. "I figured I'dress up a little," answered Kell.
"You're still insane. But Elassar'll probably be dressed up even worse. What prank have you, the rest of the Wraiths, and Hobbie and Janson planned?"
"None. We're planning for your wedding."
Anakin groaned, knowing he would probably be extremely embarrassed when that day did come.
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The ceremony had been beautiful, with Ben Skywalker being the ring-bearer. The reception was being held under the bright light of the stars (as well as a few flourescent flood lights). The band was Fiery Figrin Da'an and the Modal Nodes, which Lando Calrissian had gotten to come after calling in a few favors.
Anakin watched with Tahiri as Jacen and Danni danced their wedding dance. "I think we ought to do that soon," said Tahiri softly as she moved into his arms.
"What?"
"Get married," she replied, "and have a wedding dance. What did you think I was talking about?"
"I was kind of shocked, that's all. But yes. We should."
She kissed him as the song ended, and Face and Kell ran up the microphone. Anakin groaned. "What? Does my breath stink?"
"No. The Wraith Squadron prank. We'll have to watch out for that, you know."
"We, on behalf of all of the Wraiths would like to congratulate Jacen and Danni on their marriage," Face began.
"And we'd like to wish them happiness till the end of their days," added Kell. "On another note, the Whyren's Reserve the bartender is serving is of an excellent vintage-"
"And that's it. Good night everyone!" Face bowed deeply, and half-dragged Kell off the stage.
Later that night, when the Modal Nodes were striking up their last tune, and most of the Rogues and Wraiths were drunk out of their minds and trying to stagger back to their quarters, Anakin and Tahiri danced slowly. Anakin stared up at the stars, wondering what the future would hold, while Tahiri's head rested on his chest. He looked down at here and forgot his thoughts for a moment. He was unofficially engaged to the girl of his dreams, he had found a sense of belonging with the Wraiths, and to Anakin Solo, all was once again well in the universe.
The End
Author's Note: Sorry this was so long in coming. I've been going back and making minor changes to the story, but I figured I should do the last two first, and get them posted. I'm currently working on the sequel, but I won't post it until I have a substantial amount, anywhere from 3 to 5 chapters. Thanks for all of the reviews everyone, and I hope to see more when I post the sequel.