Here's the next part. I hope this story isn't too confusing. By the end,
everything will have been explained.(
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The air in the medwing of the Jedi Academy was heavy with worry. No one could have anticipated Kylea falling ill like this. But she wasn't ill exactly. Her body was lying on a cot peacefully but her mind was abuzz with activity. Her eyes darted everywhere, following something imaginary. She was seeing everything yet nothing at the same time. Probably a Jedi thing, Han thought, but that did not ease his heart. Jedi problems were often the worst kind.
It had been twenty-four standard hours since he had commed Anakin of him and his sister's arrival. He knew Kylea would be excited. Her Jedi training on Yavin Four had kept her away from her grandparents to long and Han was not ashamed to admit it.
Kylea was special. She was the first of three to make him a Grandpa. Who would have thought that the Great Han Solo, the luckiest man in the galaxy, with his sharp wit and rogue attitude could take on the role of an endearing grandfather? Regarding that, the galaxy had been at its kindest.
Jaina and Jagged had had a twin boy and girl five years after Kylea was born. Rory and Jaken each resembled a parent. Rory had inherited her mother's trademark brandy brown eyes and flowing brown hair. Jaken had his Dad's dark green eyes, firm jaw and close cropped hair. Rory shared her Uncle Jacen's sensitivity and Jaken had definitely inherited his grandfather's stubbornness. They hero-worshipped their older cousin Kylea.
At that moment Kylea's eyes regained focus, snapping Han from his revelry, and she looked up at her grandfather with weariness in her eyes.
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"Hey kid, how are you holding up?" Han Solo asked. There was genuine concern in his voice, something only his close family and friends were privy to.
"Fine, I guess," Kylea propped herself up to a sitting position and wiped beads of sweat off her brow with the sleeve of her jumpsuit. The effects of her dream hadn't worn off. And that's what it was of course, a dream. Because it couldn't of been...anything else.
"Kylea," Han reasoned, "Being in the medwing isn't fine"
"Granddad, really," she reassured him, "I'm fine."
Kylea glanced around and saw that they weren't alone. Her Dad stood at the door, face creased with worry. Uncle Luke and Bennie were trying to convince him to use a calming technique. A woman with liquid brown eyes and hair pulled back at the nape of her neck sat on the med bed next to hers. For a moment she wondered where Xen and Kyran were. She later found that her Dad had told them to go for a walk. He looked like he needed a walk too.
"Aunt Jaina!"
At that proclamation everyone turned to her. One moment the room had been deathly silent, the next, it exploded with motion and all of a sudden many faces were inches away from her.
Jaina enfolded her in a hug. "Stang Kylea! What happened? We arrived here expecting to see at least your father waiting for us at the landing field. When know one showed I knew something was wrong." Jaina said this very quickly.
"Yes, Kylea, what happened? You gave us all a scare." Her father asked. He looked relieved to see his daughter well but there was a set to his jaw that suggested he would like to hear what it was all about.
Everyone in the room waited patiently for her to answer. Kylea tried to ignore the pressure and met her Dad's penetrating gaze. She was not ready to talk about what had happened, and truthfully, she had no idea what had occurred. But Kylea felt as if she was coming close to lying to her father and she didn't like the feeling. "I don't know, Dad."
This answer didn't seem to satisfy him or the rest of the family but they kept quiet, for now. Maybe they sensed she wasn't ready. A discussion for another time, Kylea guessed.
"So," Kylea said with a wry grin, trying to lighten the mood. "Have any dangerous and exciting adventures while you were gallivanting about the galaxy?"
"You call acting as a diplomat for the senate and 'gallivanting' to every planet they ask exciting?" She smirked. "Riding a bantha's more dangerous."
Han shrugged his shoulders. "When she's right, she's right."
Ben shaked his head in silent amusement.
The air in the medwing of the Jedi Academy was heavy with worry. No one could have anticipated Kylea falling ill like this. But she wasn't ill exactly. Her body was lying on a cot peacefully but her mind was abuzz with activity. Her eyes darted everywhere, following something imaginary. She was seeing everything yet nothing at the same time. Probably a Jedi thing, Han thought, but that did not ease his heart. Jedi problems were often the worst kind.
It had been twenty-four standard hours since he had commed Anakin of him and his sister's arrival. He knew Kylea would be excited. Her Jedi training on Yavin Four had kept her away from her grandparents to long and Han was not ashamed to admit it.
Kylea was special. She was the first of three to make him a Grandpa. Who would have thought that the Great Han Solo, the luckiest man in the galaxy, with his sharp wit and rogue attitude could take on the role of an endearing grandfather? Regarding that, the galaxy had been at its kindest.
Jaina and Jagged had had a twin boy and girl five years after Kylea was born. Rory and Jaken each resembled a parent. Rory had inherited her mother's trademark brandy brown eyes and flowing brown hair. Jaken had his Dad's dark green eyes, firm jaw and close cropped hair. Rory shared her Uncle Jacen's sensitivity and Jaken had definitely inherited his grandfather's stubbornness. They hero-worshipped their older cousin Kylea.
At that moment Kylea's eyes regained focus, snapping Han from his revelry, and she looked up at her grandfather with weariness in her eyes.
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"Hey kid, how are you holding up?" Han Solo asked. There was genuine concern in his voice, something only his close family and friends were privy to.
"Fine, I guess," Kylea propped herself up to a sitting position and wiped beads of sweat off her brow with the sleeve of her jumpsuit. The effects of her dream hadn't worn off. And that's what it was of course, a dream. Because it couldn't of been...anything else.
"Kylea," Han reasoned, "Being in the medwing isn't fine"
"Granddad, really," she reassured him, "I'm fine."
Kylea glanced around and saw that they weren't alone. Her Dad stood at the door, face creased with worry. Uncle Luke and Bennie were trying to convince him to use a calming technique. A woman with liquid brown eyes and hair pulled back at the nape of her neck sat on the med bed next to hers. For a moment she wondered where Xen and Kyran were. She later found that her Dad had told them to go for a walk. He looked like he needed a walk too.
"Aunt Jaina!"
At that proclamation everyone turned to her. One moment the room had been deathly silent, the next, it exploded with motion and all of a sudden many faces were inches away from her.
Jaina enfolded her in a hug. "Stang Kylea! What happened? We arrived here expecting to see at least your father waiting for us at the landing field. When know one showed I knew something was wrong." Jaina said this very quickly.
"Yes, Kylea, what happened? You gave us all a scare." Her father asked. He looked relieved to see his daughter well but there was a set to his jaw that suggested he would like to hear what it was all about.
Everyone in the room waited patiently for her to answer. Kylea tried to ignore the pressure and met her Dad's penetrating gaze. She was not ready to talk about what had happened, and truthfully, she had no idea what had occurred. But Kylea felt as if she was coming close to lying to her father and she didn't like the feeling. "I don't know, Dad."
This answer didn't seem to satisfy him or the rest of the family but they kept quiet, for now. Maybe they sensed she wasn't ready. A discussion for another time, Kylea guessed.
"So," Kylea said with a wry grin, trying to lighten the mood. "Have any dangerous and exciting adventures while you were gallivanting about the galaxy?"
"You call acting as a diplomat for the senate and 'gallivanting' to every planet they ask exciting?" She smirked. "Riding a bantha's more dangerous."
Han shrugged his shoulders. "When she's right, she's right."
Ben shaked his head in silent amusement.