The Final Prophecy

by Bloody Murder

Chapter 6

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"What do you think you're doing?"

The statement itself was uttered so coldly that Jag almost feared to turn to the hateful glare that he was sure accompanied the voice. Almost. He turned slowly to his father in law. He managed to not flinch when he met the piercing gaze of the one and only Han Solo. Jag was aware that the situation didn't favor him. He was lying semi-naked in the same bed as Jaina. And to add to the situation, she was crying. If he were in Han's situation he would have already exploded, Han's self restrain surprised him.

"Daddy, this is not what you think," Jaina sniffed, her brown eyes turned to her father.

"This is not what I think?!" he lifted his arms in exasperation," This is not what I think! Then tell me what it is, because I can imagine quite a few explanations!"

Jaina's teary eyes transformed into two pools of angry brown with such quickness Jag was taken aback by the powerful emotions emanating from them. It seemed that days of bottled anger and frustration were taking her toll on her.

"You can imagine quite a few explanations?! Quite a few explanations?!" she took a calming breath and lowered her voice," I can't believe you are embarrassing me in front of my boyfriend, nothing can be worse than this," she sat on the bed's edge and buried her head in her arms. Even after Jaina had lowered her voice Jag could see that she already had public. Kyp Durron stood by the door with an eyebrow raised. And Jag could hear Janson's snickers behind his back. Beside Durron, Hobbie was muttering with his usual mournful tone," Oh, it's worse than that."

Hobbie's mutters reached Jaina's ears and she turned to the small mob of spectators she had accumulated. She stared at them. Even the most powerful men in the galaxy tremble before Yun Harla's wrath, Jag thought with irony. They were starting to get nervous. Jaina kept staring at them. Janson was now shaking. She stared some more. Even Kyp was showing signs of distress.

She stared.

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Jacen was munching on some kind of nuts he found while scouting the kitchen and was walking back to his room when he caught sight of the crowd that was blocking his way. The crowd was in front of Jaina's room. He reached out with the Force to check on his twin. She was okay, but what made him wonder was the nervous feeling around the group of people. And even stranger, they belonged to powerful people; Kyp Durron, Wes Janson, his father, and even Wedge Antilles.

He moved his way through the crowd, still munching his snack. When he arrived at the edge of the crowd, he turned to his sister who was staring at him. Now I know why all of them where nervous, Jacen thought sarcastically while munching his snack. Finally he dared to open his mouth," What happened here?"

Jaina's scream of frustration was heard through out the whole base.

"Aaarrgh!!! How dare you! All of you go away now! You too Dad! NOW!" After everyone left she sat on the edge of her, and taking a deep, calming breath; she turned to Jag.

"Jaina, don't worry, I know you're having a hard time. But he'll reconsider, everything is going to be okay," he sat next to her and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"No, nothing is going to be okay," she snapped at him," nothing is going to be okay anymore. How can it be okay when I'm having these horrible nightmares? How can it be okay when my father despises my boyfriend? How can it be okay if I can't even have a moment for myself without anyone else around? You don't even know what I'm going through!" she stopped when she saw pain flash through Jag's green eyes. It disappeared as quickly as it came. Jaina's eyes widened," I'm sorry I didn't mean it please Jag, I'm sorry." As she tried to apologize Jag stood and started to put on his flight suit.

"No Jaina, I don't think you're sorry, "he clenched and unclenched his fists, then turned to Jaina with an emotionless expression," I think that you meant each and every word you just said. Also I think this war is getting you. You're not the only one who has lost a loved one. You're not the only one suffering," he shook his head," I really thought you were stronger than that. Now, If you excuse me, Great One, I have to leave." And without waiting to get an answer, he left the room.

She ran to the doorframe and leaned into it. Jaina tried to control the tears, but still they threatened to fall. She wanted to apologize and try to stop him, but her stubbornness won, and she ended of shouting, " Well, leave, I don't care!" Jag started to walk faster. After he walked around the corner, Jaina closed the door and sank into the floor, " I don't care, just leave," she sobbed.

After an hour of crying, Jaina stood. She took a shower and put on a dark blue jump suit, a gift from her aunt. She put on her utility belt. On her left side was her blaster and on the right her lightsaber. She braided her hair into the usual plait, and left her room.

Jaina walked to the hangar bay and continued walking until she reached her X-wing, near the entrance. She quickly noticed that there was a young technician, about fifteen years old, admiring the Voxyn design painted on her ship. She cleared her throat to gain his attention. It worked, better than she expected. He jumped, his eyes wide with fear at crossing the path of the great Yuuzhan Vong goddess Yun- Harla.

" I'm sorry, Great One, I shouldn't be here, I'm so sorry," he said while bowing his head. Jaina smiled inwardly, but kept a straight face. She raised her hand, and he stopped.

"Don't worry, young mortal, but maybe you can answer my question. What is a young boy like you doing in a military base?" The young technician looked down.

"My family was killed by the Vong," he mumbled, Jaina had to use the Force to hear him," They were killed on Coruscant, we where there because they both worked as go-betweens for the New Rep and the Empire."

Jaina didn't say anything but her eyes softened a bit," That doesn't explain why you are here."

"I wanted revenge, but I don't seem to be useful in a cockpit, so instead I work as a technician."

Jaina nodded. He obviously wasn't please talking about it so she tried to She remembered he awe-struck face while admiring the design painted on her X-wing," So you like my X-wing."

"Oh, yeah, did you really kill one of those?" He looked like a little kid after receiving a candy.

"Yes," Jaina traced her hand across the Voxyn's head. Apparently her tone told him not to talk about it, because he didn't make more questions.

Suddenly Jaina started to feel dizzy, her vision blurred and bright white spots appeared. She felt her strength leave, and sank to her knees. She wanted to vomit and she was sure her head was going to exploder with all the pounding it was suffering. The last she heard before falling into darkness, was the young technician's gasp, and a cocked blaster.

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Sorry I took so long to update, I was busy. Really busy. Okay I wasn't. I'm just lazy.

Also I forgot to put a disclaimer on my previous chapters, so here it goes for the rest of the story: I don't any of the characters in the story. Nor Star Wars. Damn. I only own the plot and any character you may not recognize.

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