DISCLAIMER: I own these characters ... In my dreams … you get the picture
This is just a one-shot picture of Jania, I have only read up to destiny's way though, so some of it might be out of date.
She sat and looked out into space
And she burned
She burned with passion, with fury, with hate, with conviction.
She was Jania Solo, she was the Sword of the Jedi, she was a Skywalker, the
Trickster Goddess. She was feared by the enemy and respected by her peers.
And she burned
She burned with power, with hope, with love
She thought of Jag, of their relationship, of how he 'saved' her from the dark
side. Her mind drifted to Luke and Mara, to the council of the Jedi, to Kyp.
Kyp was different, her relationship wit him was volatile, she never understood
him when she was at the Jedi Academy, then she fell and discovered all too much
the pull of the Dark Side. She understood him now, they worked together.
Her mind moved to Jacen, someone she always understood, but now, now, he was
changed, he had different ideas about the force, she loved him still but it was
hard to understand where he was, the had both changed, gone in different
directions. Everything had changed so much, Jacen, Luke, Anakin.
Anakin... She missed him, she loved him and he was gone. His death upset her
more than she let on. She threw herself with a vengeance into the war effort.
She thought both her brothers were dead. If she admitted it to herself one of
the reasons she was upset was because he wasn't supposed to die. He was a Solo,
they always beat the odds, they were the grandchildren of Darth Vader, they
were Skywalkers, invincible. The legacy of Anakin Skywalker.
Anakin. A tear rolled down her face. It glistened as the light beamed through
it.
She put her head between her hands and she cried.