Jaina didn't even drift, she bolted. As soon as conciseness' reached her mind she forced her eyes open and her body to sit up. The only problem was, she couldn't sit up. She found herself dangling from several long cord which shot out from the ceiling above her. She was face and chest to the ground and she found that her clothing was torn down to the very minimum.

Only after she realized that Jag was not there, did she realize that she was alone.

Only after she realized that she was alone did she feel the pain that her body was in.

She screamed, loud and long.

When her voice had gone horse, there was no strength left in her body. Her head dropped and she felt the creatures that were holding her, come alive again. Her body started to be lifted into the air and the torture began. Through a wave of her confused thought and mindless screaming, she realized that she was in the embrace of pain, the exact same spot that her brother had been in almost 3 months earlier. Feebly in her mind, with the last amount of force power that she could channel, she called for Jacen.

JACEN!!!!!



Jag awoke under the darkness of a Coruscant sleep cycle. Rubbing the dizziness away he forced his muscles upright and surveying the sight around him, realized that he was lost.

The past rushed back to him like the wind and he remembered what had happened. But not everything that had happened. The Vong must have left them here for dead…

Them?

Jag whirled his head around, frantically searching for any sign of Jaina in the pale moonlight. When he found none, he felt the tears prick his eyes, and without thinking, he hoisted his body up, screaming her name with all the energy he could muster.

"JAINA!"

He heard his voice cracked and wondered how long he had been laying there. He felt the chapness of his lips and the weariness of his bones. Humans could only go for five standard days without water. Jag Fel was willing to bet he'd already wasted half of that precious time.

His hands found his trusty utility belt and fumbling for the switch, he blazed light into the nearly dark planet. He found himself on the top of a building which probably used to be pretty high, but now was only a good 19 meters off the ground. The thought struck him then that he might not be alone. His cry for Jaina had echoed around almost half the planet and by the looks of it, he saw a few search parties coming towards him, far away in the night. He shielded his light sorce with his hand and turned it to a lower level. Then, grabbing for the blaster that was usually in his holster, he realized that there was none. His confidence shrank at he figured his options.

100 Vong and/or humans who want me dead, against me armed with my light…what am I supposed to do? Blind them to death?

Thinking fast, he ran over to the edge of the building. He glanced down and saw that he could easily climb down if it were necessary, but first he needed to find a weapon, any weapon, if he expected to stay alive on this Vong-infested planet. Starting to dig through some of the more promising rubble, his light started to reflect off a silvery object a few meters from where he had been lying. Walking carefully towards it, he was astonished by what he found. He triggred the button, Jaina's violet bladed lightsaber came to life in his hand.

Well... he thought, Why not?