"She's been sitting there for over and hour. I don't think she's gonna move!"

"Shh! Quiet!" Terrik Solo put his finger to his lips silencing his companion. He pulled the branch back down to look at his wife. She had been sitting on that bench for the past 30 minute. Just sitting there, not ever writing or reading or anything. Terrik glances around, trying to find Han, but he couldn't spot his son anywhere. He gave out a long sigh and let the branch flip back up, turning to his companion.

"Listen Fett, I know what I'm doing. You are in NO position for give me orders right now," Terrik stared hard into the eyes of young Boba Fett, the local, bounty-hunter-in-training. Terrik had only agreed to let Fett come on the account of, if her were to get caught, Fett would be a good backup. The kid had an excellent shot, no questions there. But for some reason, Terrik always felt a little tense around him, but Terrik didn't let it show. As long as this kid was still so young and couldn't find a bounty if it hit him on the head, there was no way that Terrik was going to let him boss him around.

Fett shrugged off the comment and looked back towards where Jalia was sitting. He saw that she had finally moved, she was now twirling an orange and blue flower in her hands, plucking a pedal off every now and then.

"You're gonna regret that comment someday," he heard the kid say. Terrik slowly turned back to look into Fett's young eyes. There was strength there that Terrik didn't often see in boys so young. But Fett had to be doing something right if he had gotten this far on his father's supped up ship and about 50 credits in his pocket. But Terrik couldn't resist to ask, "What?"

"What you said," Fett answered turning his body towards Terrik's, " That I was in no position to give you orders. I will be someday." Their eyes were still locked and Terrik had to fight hard in order to keep his knees from shaking. Fett's eyes were perfectly steady, his jaw set. Terrik was determined not to be the first one to look away. Fett finally did look away and turned back to studying Jalia.

"I'd like to see that day.." Terrik said finally, also turning his gaze back to Jalia.
Nothing more was said as the continued to watch Jalia. Fett eventually broke the silence.

"She's your wife then?" he asked.

"She was," Terrik said bitterly.

"And now you're gonna kill her?"

"If I don't do it…someone else will…" Terrik glanced down at his feet, ashamed at the thought of what he had to do. He still loved Jalia deeply, and he still wasn't sure whether or not he was going to be able to get through with this.

"Why don't you take her away somewhere, so that no one can kill her." The boy's childish side was beginning to show.

"If it were that easy, then no one would ever die," he answered gruffly. In his mind though, he wanted to do just what the boy had said.

He looked back to where Jalia had been and gasped in surprise. She was gone.

"Oh Shavit!" Terrik cried standing up, giving away their hiding place. Fett was up right after him. Terrik started walking towards the building, young Fett at his heels.

"Terrik! Solo you can't go in there! They cook you alive!" Fett was trying to reason with him. Trying to bring Terrik out of his mental stupor. But Terrik wasn't listening.

"It's your neck!" He heard the boy shout from a distance. "I know where to draw the line with Jedi!" Terrik didn't even bother to look back as he heard the boys footsteps get farther and farther away.

He burst into a side door, quickly taking in his surroundings like every good bounty hunter should do. Four walls, 3 doors, one ceiling, sturdy floor…he tested the floor lightly with a small jump and then pulled out his blaster, checking that it was sent to the right setting. Dim lights, four columns, 2 sets of stairs, one statue…Terrik quietly walked over and slid into the shadows of the large statue of the Jedi symbol. Once again he examined the room for any signs of life. He spotted some when he saw a young girl crying on the stairs. She was hardly noticeable due to her petite form and dark clothing. She lifted her head out of her arms for a second and Terrik caught a glimpse of her face.

She was none other than the infamous Padme Amidala Skywalker, married to the Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker. Terrik's last update on Skywalker was that he was currently fighting on the remote planet of Dantioone. The Jedi had supposedly transferred to that planet after they had finished the mopping up action on a nearby planet who's name had escaped him. But since Lady Skywalker was not his present target, he started look for an exit to another room.

A familiar voice snapped him out of his search.

"Padme? Are you alright?"

Terrik snapped his head back around and sought out his wife. He saw her gliding beautifully as ever down the stairs, and stopping midway through to reach down and comfort Lady Skywalker.

Terrik didn't hear anymore of their quiet conversation. Instead he fought the turmoil in his head, trying to sort his confusion out.

Before long he heard the two women stand up and start to leave. He probably wouldn't get another chance at this if her debated any longer. Ignoring the please from his heart he stepped out from behind the statue and pointed his gun right at his wife's unknowing back. As he tried to compress the trigger, his hands began to shake and he felt his throat become dry. The tension was too great and Terrik heard himself give a little cry before he dropped the gun to the ground and fell to his knees.

Padme turned around first and she gave a small shriek, but when Jalia turned around, Terrik saw her lovely face light up into a smile and she started rushing towards him, her arms outstretched. When she had gotten a few feet from him, she suddenly stopped, noticing the blaster a few feet away from his hands.

"Terrik?" She asked.

"I'm so sorry Jalia….I don't know what I'm doing…" He brought his hands up in front of his face, searching for answers in their lines. Running them through his hair he looked down to the ground, ashamed at what he had almost done. After a few moments of silence, he felt Jalia's comforting arms wrap around his own and she pulled him into her arms. Silent tears streamed down both of their faces and Terrik worked up the courage to finally speak.

"Can you ever truly forgive me Jalia?" He didn't want to but she brought her hands under his chin and made him look into her eyes. She was still as beautiful as ever, and for the first time in almost a year, Terrik remembered why he loved her so much, why he left his whole career for her, why he could never harm her.

"You know I have", she said smiling. Terrik tried to force a smile onto his face but all he managed was a half grin before he collapsed onto her again, the tears flowing freely and some of the weigh being lifted from his shoulders.


Obi-Wan picked up one of his old robes, shaking out the dust and holding it up for inspection towards Sora. He heard her giggle and peaking his head over the fabric he offered her an innocent smile.

"Like it?" He asked.

"Not exactly your everyday outfit," Sora commented. "But," she sighed, "It'll have to do…" Obi-Wan threw it towards her face and she caught it defiantly. "Jedi…" she mumbled turning around.

"You won't be able to use that word for long," Obi-Wan said loudly as she changed behind the screen divider in his room.

"But you don't even know if I can use the force yet. I don't see how this is going to help." She walked out from behind the screen and turned around once, giving him a show of the oversized fabric.

"Have you always been big?" She teased him.

"Hey," he shot her a dark look.

"Just kidding, just kidding…" Sora held up her hands and backed away from him.

"I do know that you can use the force though."

"How so?" Sora was preoccupied trying to shrink the garment down to the size of her tiny waist.

"I heard you calling me when you fell of the building," Obi-Wan shoved the last few boxes in the closet and tried to get all the dust off of his hands. He got a faceful and sneezed.

"Bless you. But I wasn't calling you…not specifically at least. Besides you would have been the last person I would have called. Even if I knew you."

"And why is that?" Obi-Wan walked towards her. He stood right in front of her but either she didn't notice him or was too busy fixing her robes. She didn't look up towards him.

"Well it's not like you were my idol or anything growing up." He could tell that she wanted to throw the conversation away, but Obi-Wan had to get this out of her.

"You said something…right before we kissed…about your father's death," he drew her gaze towards his eyes with his finger. "You want to talk about it?" The conversation had just turned 180 degrees and Obi-Wan felt the room turn hot. Sora's eyes tried to conceal the fear that she felt but through their obvious force connection, Obi-Wan felt the fear within her.

"No-" she said finally. "It's the past right?" She looked down again and Obi-Wan saw her fingers fumbling with the straps of the robe.

He chose to remain silent and let her think out in her mind. When neither of them had said anything for a few moments, he knelt down, pulling her with him. She still wouldn't look into his face.

"What was your father's name?" Obi-Wan was afraid of the answer.

Sora looked back up at him. Obi-Wan was surprised not to see any tears in her eyes but he figured that crying wasn't a normal thing for her.

"Derek Jade…" Obi-Wan felt the breath catch in his throat and he blinked back the tears that he knew were coming.

"The smuggler…on Antion…" He slowly said. Sora nodded numbly, firmly keeping back the tears.

"And you killed him!" She said through gritted teeth. Obi-Wan could tell she wasn't as mad as she was confused. Apparently her feelings for him and the feelings of revenge for her father, tore her apart.

He took a deep breath, calming the pace of his racing heart and deciding his next move.

Looking up, he caught her eye and saw a single tear finally settling down in the crook of her eye. She hadn't broken yet.

"There's something I have to tell you too…" He began. He didn't quite know how to tell her this, but he decided it was best to get the truth out now before something bad happened or they became too attached. He rummaged through a stack of disks by his desk and found the one that Padme had handed him earlier. Flicking it on, he let Mace Windu's voice tell the news to Sora:

"Obi-Wan, Anakin Skywalker has been declared missing and we believe he has gone to join the Sith." Mace paused, trying to find his wording. "We are recalling you to the front and you are sorely needed in the middle of this war. You will resume your position as General and work under Yoda and myself. Report to Mon Calamari before the end of the month. And Obi-Wan, do not worry about him. Remember what I said before, we must trust him to choose the right path."

He flipped off the holo and, afraid of Sora's reaction, turned towards her. One small tear had managed to trace itself down her cheek. She inhaled sharply at his gaze and he wanted to reach out to comfort her, kiss her, anything to make her happy again. But he could tell that happiness in their rocky relationship was far off from the present moment.

"You're being sent to the front?" She said softly, sinking farther towards the ground. She set her hand out to steady her shaking body. "A General? When were you a General?"

"I fought a few years back during the early stages of the war…I was shot in the leg and have been secluded here since." He lifted up his robes a little ways to show her the scar.

"Does it hurt?"

"Never, Jedi powers healed it quickly. But it was a weakness on me from then on."

"So your padawan was sent in your place?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan sighed.

"And now he is becoming more weak than your injury…"

"And I am being called back…till I die or the war is won…."

"Which won't happen…"

"For a long time." Obi-Wan finished.

They looked into each others eyes, both trying to find ways to make it work, but they knew that it couldn't be so. They were' just too much alike. And they both knew the old saying of oppisits attracting. Both were willing to die in their duty, and both had different duty's to attend to.

"I swore on my father's grave that I would kill you one day," Sora inches closer to him, taking one of his hands in her own.

"And I swore that I would never let love become my weakness." Obi-Wan was dying to break the contact, but he let it linger a few moments longer.

With tear filled eyes the lovers shared one last kiss before Sora stood up and walked down the hall. This time, Obi-Wan sat for hours, wishing and hoping for her footsteps to return, but they did not.