Jalia couldn't help but smile as she saw Obi-Wan and Sora kiss. She had heard about their "tragic romance" and was thrilled to receive that call from Sora, asking fro her help.

She moseyed back up towards the cockpit and watched the stars stream by. Her thoughts drifted to her son. It was almost a month now, that Jalia had lost him…

She screamed as she heard another shot bounce off the walls. Clutching the 4 year old to her chest, Jalia ducked her head, running deeper and deeper into the street, clinging to Terrik's hand as her one last hope.

"Hurry…hurry..." she heard him muttering under his breath. Check down to her young son, she saw his eye wide with fear, his face a ghostly white.

A tear crept down her face as she whispered some encouraging thoughts to him. He had only just turned 4, his young mind had never known peace, for Jalia and Terrik had been running from Shrike sine he was one.

She heard more blaster fire behind them and struggled harder to keep up with Terrik.

She felt her heart drop as they turned the corner to come to a dead end. Terrik finally dropped her hand, sending blood back into it. He quickly ran to the wall, searching for weaknesses in the wall and cursing when he found none. Voices were heard behind them and Terrik looked back to Jalia.

"I'm sorry…" he said softly. The shadows formed into human and Jalia backed up into Terrik as he guarded both her and Han with as much protection as he could give at the moment; his love, blaster and body.

Shrike was the first one they recognized. The cocky swagger and grin on his face boiled the rage up in Jalia, making her want to spit in his face. But fearful for her son's life, she continued to press farther into Terrik's embrace.

"You tried to run Solo …why?" He walked closer to them, close enough for Terrik to easily reach forward and snap his neck. But the goons pilled around either side of him caused Terrik to gulp with fear, unable to respond.

"You thought you could actually loose me?" Shrike spread his hands out wide, circling around and showing off his men. Shaking his head he leaned forward and tried to pull Jaila's hand away from guarding the child.

"Oh touchy, touchy…that's a pretty wife you've got there Solo…" Terrik spat in Shrikes face. The saliva slid down his nose. Disgusted, Shrike grabbed Terrik's arm, causing him to drop his blaster and pulled him away from Jalia and Han, punching him in the face.

"No!" Jalia cried trying to reach him. A few of Shrike's men held her back. She watched helplessly as Shrike beat Terrik to the ground, kicking and breaking his body.

Han's small eye found his father's limp form lying on the ground. Terrik gazed up at his young son.

I love you… he mouthed to Han and Jalia.

I love you… Jalia mouthed back. Han of course, said nothing.

Shrike saw the exchange and without another word, took out his blaster and shot Terrik in the back of the head, killing him instantly.

"NO!!!" Jalia lunged out towards her dead husband, her tears flowing freely and Han's small sobs escaping from his blanket.

To finish the job, Shrike spit on the dead mans body, rolling it into one of the many gutter systems of Corrillia and letting the mucky, grimy water flow it away. Jalia bit back her outcries as she saw her husband's limp body get washed away. Blinking back the tears, she clutched harder to her baby boy.

Suddenly she felt her arms being pried open and Han was being forced out of her arms.

"Mama! Mama!" he cried. She screamed back at him, her heart breaking in two. He had never said anything before then…his first words at three…

The goons threw the child on the street and watched him stand up, trying to run back to his mother on his stubby legs.

"Han! Run go!" She cried. Shrike hit her once over the head, causing stars to dance before her eyes and she lost sight of Han completely.

"Go get the kid!" She heard Shrike say. She felt a small sense of relief knowing that Han at least had a chance to get away.

As the world cam back into focus she saw the mucky grin of Shrike above her.

"No worries about your boy Jalia, we'll take good care of him…"

The rage boiled up inside her and she let it all loose. Screaming, she kicked up hard with her foot, hitting right where it counted. Shrike doubled over and the grip on her lessened. She dashed towards the open alleyway but Hands caught her before she was too far out.

Shrike walked up and she spit him in the face. She glared daggers up at him, but he obviously took that as a compliment. Wiping the spit off, Jalia realized what he was about to do. She tried with all her might to get away, but Shrike's mouth landed on hers before she knew what was happening. His foul scent filled her nostrils and she struggled to get out of his embrace. When he finally pulled away she cursed in his face, in every language she knew.

"Now I know what Solo would quit the business for you…" Fuming Jalia felt the blush rise to her face and was too angry to come up with a suitable comeback. In the back of her mind she made a mental note that they still hadn't come back with Han…it gave her a few minutes of hope.

Shrike was gently stroking her hair and Jalia refused to meet his gaze. His lips were about to descend on hers once again before a ::snap, hiss:: echoed in the alleyway and illuminated the group. A flashing sword of white swooped down from an above window…

Jalia blinked back the tears; thinking of all that she had lost that day.

She heard someone coming towards the cockpit and quickly wiped her tears away. It was Sora. She smiled sweetly as she walked in, but her face dropped when she saw Jalia.

The graceful woman sat down in the char next to her and opted to keep silent for a few minutes, which Jalia was grateful for.

After a while, Jalia felt it was her job to break the silence.

"I never thanked you," She said softly. "For saving me in the ally that day…"

Sora smiled back. "It was the least I could have done. I'm just sorry I wasn't there sooner…"

Jalia shook her head. "You shouldn't feel sorry about that. It was our fault. We both knew that going back to Corrillia was foolish. Even Han seemed scared…" Her voice trailed off as she again thought of her young son. She wondered if he was still alive. Whether or not Shrike had gotten to him yet, whether or not he remembered her…

They were both startled out of their thoughts as Obi-Wan popped his head into the cockpit.

"Sorry to disturb you two, but could we make a quick jump to Alderaan? There two special people there who I need to meet."

Jalia smiled and nodded. True, her son and husband were gone, but she had recovered two very good friends and helped them find each other again.