Lightsabers and Honor.
Prolog***
Jaina lay on a bed in the hospital on rebuilt Coruscant. She looked up at the ceiling, her failing eyesight only making out it's whitish color. She was ninety years old, and dying. The heavy blankets did little to warm her, and she lay there without energy. Her once long cinnamon colored hair lay against the pillow, just as white as the clean cloth. Hands that had once wielded a lightsaber with deadly accuracy lay in her lap, their youths forgotten in the battle with time.
Beside the hospital bed sat her granddaughter. She had the blackest hair that only matched the shadow, and the deepest brown eyes that looked with the same good-nature as her grandmother's. She was now eighteen years old. Strong in spirit, and talented with the Force.
"Grandmother?" She whispered quietly, almost with a tinge of fright.
Jaina opened her tired eyes. "Yes Tyanna?" She whispered.
"Only checking." Tyanna said quietly.
"Don't worry sweetheart." Jaina said. "I will not leave without saying goodbye." There was a pause. "Did I ever tell you about your parent's early childhood?"
Tyanna nodded. "It was just after the Vong war. You and Grandpa were still patching up the New Republic."
Jaina shook her head. "No. Before that."
Tyanna paused. "No."
"Alright." Jaina whispered. "I'll tell you. But since it's such a long journey from the outer rims, you're parents and uncle wont be here for a while. So I'll start from the beginning." Jaina smiled, the old memories returning to her like a warm blanket. "So long ago...On the day of my wedding."
{**[Chapter One]***}
Jaina Solo, daughter of Han Solo, and granddaughter to Anakin Skywalker, was nervous. "But Mom!"
Leia stood in her own best dress. "Don't worry. You'll be just fine."
Jaina marched over to the large mirror on the other side of the room, and gazed at herself in the mirror. "But Mom, what if I mess this up! What if I slip on this-" Taking in a deep sigh she dragged the silk from behind the dress next to her. "-This stupid train!"
Leia could definently see the streak of her husband showing in her daughter, and she came up behind Jaina. Reassuringly, she put her hands on Jaina's shoulders and gazed into the mirror also. "You are a Jedi."
Jaina took a deep breath, and looked at her hands. "I've fought a dozen Vong with more certainty than I have now."
"Well," Leia reasoned, "That's because this is far more important to you than facing an army of Vong." She smiled. "Jaina. This is your wedding."
"I know." Jaina whispered. "But...I'm so scared."
Leia laughed. "Are you afraid of him?"
"Of course not!"
"Than what are you afraid of?" Leia asked.
"I don't know." Jaina answered.
Leia paused, looking where her daughter had discarded her usually clothing to slip into the wedding dress she now wore. Besides her clothing, on the bench, was Jaina's lightsaber. Walking over, she took it in her hands. "Here." She said, walking back to Jaina. "You are a Jedi Knight. Even on your wedding day."
Jaina smiled. "But, the belt clashes with my boots."
They both laughed.
[{***(Later)***}]
Han led his daughter toward the alter. The sunset was amazing. The planet of Naboo was one of the few planets that had not yet fallen to the Vong. It was the perfect place. A sanctuary. A hiding. A place where a secret exchange of vows could be made. Han cringed. He would have much rather had a proper wedding for Jaina, in her home on Couriscant Not like this. Her two younger brothers, and Luke wasn't even there. Han glanced around at the lake-side retreat. Many people weren't there. Either because they no- longer existed, or were on other sides of the galaxy. He felt Jaina squeeze his hand. Oh well. He thought. It wasn't his wedding. Just as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.
Jaina looked at the alter, or rather, the man standing beside the alter. He stood straight and tall, in the military fashion he had been trained in over the years. His black hair was pulled back to a ponytail at his neck, and he wore the dress-uniform of a New Republic fighter pilot, but a lightsaber was at his side. Zekk met her gaze, and a hint of a smile tugged at his lips.
Han stepped away, and stood next to Leia. He watched as Jaina walked alone towards Zekk.
It was amazing. Jaina felt so calm, the fear she had felt earlier had vanished. She was now certain. She walked over to Zekk, and he took her hands in his, and they stood across from each other.
The Holy-Man, who was at least ninety years old, lifted his hands in the air. "Do you, Zekk swear to love this woman in sickness and health, to love, honor, and choose above any?"
Zekk paused, looking at Jaina, then, nodded slowly. "I do."
"And you Jaina, swear to love this man? In sickness and health, love, honor, and choose above any?"
Jaina nodded. "I do."
There was a pause, and Jaina began to wonder if the old man had forgotten the rest of the marriage vows. It was obvious Zekk was thinking the same thing, and he flashed her grin. She returned it, showing her dimples.
The holy-man coughed, trying to cover up the brief moment of forgetfulness. "Do you have the rings?"
Zekk nodded, taking the silver bands out of his pocket.
***Later***
"We've got to leave early in the morning." Han said to his daughter, as they were going to their own quarters.
Jaina laughed, throwing her hair over her shoulder.
"I mean it." Han said to Zekk, who had Jaina around the waist. "We always want to stay one step ahead at least."
"Don't worry dad." Jaina said quietly. "You know us."
"Yeah." Han said, as Leia grabbed his arm. "Just don't get into trouble."
"Come on!" Leia insisted.
Jaina and Zekk laughed. "See you in the morning."
When the newly-weds were finally left alone on the terrace of the retreat, Zekk sighed.
"What is it?"
"I don't think your father likes me." Zekk said, laughing.
Jaina turned around in his arms, facing him. "Well, you married me. Not him." She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. "So don't worry about it."
Zekk chuckled, then leaned in and gave her a kiss. This one was much deeper than hers of course.
*(*(*(*(*(
"Grandma?" Tyanna whispered. "Why'd you stop?"
Jaina blinked, coming back from her memories. "That was a happy part of the story. It gets sadder in the middle."
"But please Grandma." Tyanna said, "Please? Just for me?"
Jaina looked around, seeing that they were alone in the large hospital room. "Alright Tyanna. Now, this next part...Your Grandfather blamed himself for it, but you must understand that I never blamed him. And that even through the darkest times we never gave up."
"What happened?" TYanna asked, her dark brown eyes shining with worry and curiosity.
TO BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. Well, my readers? Are you interested? Or will Tyanna never know?????)
Prolog***
Jaina lay on a bed in the hospital on rebuilt Coruscant. She looked up at the ceiling, her failing eyesight only making out it's whitish color. She was ninety years old, and dying. The heavy blankets did little to warm her, and she lay there without energy. Her once long cinnamon colored hair lay against the pillow, just as white as the clean cloth. Hands that had once wielded a lightsaber with deadly accuracy lay in her lap, their youths forgotten in the battle with time.
Beside the hospital bed sat her granddaughter. She had the blackest hair that only matched the shadow, and the deepest brown eyes that looked with the same good-nature as her grandmother's. She was now eighteen years old. Strong in spirit, and talented with the Force.
"Grandmother?" She whispered quietly, almost with a tinge of fright.
Jaina opened her tired eyes. "Yes Tyanna?" She whispered.
"Only checking." Tyanna said quietly.
"Don't worry sweetheart." Jaina said. "I will not leave without saying goodbye." There was a pause. "Did I ever tell you about your parent's early childhood?"
Tyanna nodded. "It was just after the Vong war. You and Grandpa were still patching up the New Republic."
Jaina shook her head. "No. Before that."
Tyanna paused. "No."
"Alright." Jaina whispered. "I'll tell you. But since it's such a long journey from the outer rims, you're parents and uncle wont be here for a while. So I'll start from the beginning." Jaina smiled, the old memories returning to her like a warm blanket. "So long ago...On the day of my wedding."
{**[Chapter One]***}
Jaina Solo, daughter of Han Solo, and granddaughter to Anakin Skywalker, was nervous. "But Mom!"
Leia stood in her own best dress. "Don't worry. You'll be just fine."
Jaina marched over to the large mirror on the other side of the room, and gazed at herself in the mirror. "But Mom, what if I mess this up! What if I slip on this-" Taking in a deep sigh she dragged the silk from behind the dress next to her. "-This stupid train!"
Leia could definently see the streak of her husband showing in her daughter, and she came up behind Jaina. Reassuringly, she put her hands on Jaina's shoulders and gazed into the mirror also. "You are a Jedi."
Jaina took a deep breath, and looked at her hands. "I've fought a dozen Vong with more certainty than I have now."
"Well," Leia reasoned, "That's because this is far more important to you than facing an army of Vong." She smiled. "Jaina. This is your wedding."
"I know." Jaina whispered. "But...I'm so scared."
Leia laughed. "Are you afraid of him?"
"Of course not!"
"Than what are you afraid of?" Leia asked.
"I don't know." Jaina answered.
Leia paused, looking where her daughter had discarded her usually clothing to slip into the wedding dress she now wore. Besides her clothing, on the bench, was Jaina's lightsaber. Walking over, she took it in her hands. "Here." She said, walking back to Jaina. "You are a Jedi Knight. Even on your wedding day."
Jaina smiled. "But, the belt clashes with my boots."
They both laughed.
[{***(Later)***}]
Han led his daughter toward the alter. The sunset was amazing. The planet of Naboo was one of the few planets that had not yet fallen to the Vong. It was the perfect place. A sanctuary. A hiding. A place where a secret exchange of vows could be made. Han cringed. He would have much rather had a proper wedding for Jaina, in her home on Couriscant Not like this. Her two younger brothers, and Luke wasn't even there. Han glanced around at the lake-side retreat. Many people weren't there. Either because they no- longer existed, or were on other sides of the galaxy. He felt Jaina squeeze his hand. Oh well. He thought. It wasn't his wedding. Just as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.
Jaina looked at the alter, or rather, the man standing beside the alter. He stood straight and tall, in the military fashion he had been trained in over the years. His black hair was pulled back to a ponytail at his neck, and he wore the dress-uniform of a New Republic fighter pilot, but a lightsaber was at his side. Zekk met her gaze, and a hint of a smile tugged at his lips.
Han stepped away, and stood next to Leia. He watched as Jaina walked alone towards Zekk.
It was amazing. Jaina felt so calm, the fear she had felt earlier had vanished. She was now certain. She walked over to Zekk, and he took her hands in his, and they stood across from each other.
The Holy-Man, who was at least ninety years old, lifted his hands in the air. "Do you, Zekk swear to love this woman in sickness and health, to love, honor, and choose above any?"
Zekk paused, looking at Jaina, then, nodded slowly. "I do."
"And you Jaina, swear to love this man? In sickness and health, love, honor, and choose above any?"
Jaina nodded. "I do."
There was a pause, and Jaina began to wonder if the old man had forgotten the rest of the marriage vows. It was obvious Zekk was thinking the same thing, and he flashed her grin. She returned it, showing her dimples.
The holy-man coughed, trying to cover up the brief moment of forgetfulness. "Do you have the rings?"
Zekk nodded, taking the silver bands out of his pocket.
***Later***
"We've got to leave early in the morning." Han said to his daughter, as they were going to their own quarters.
Jaina laughed, throwing her hair over her shoulder.
"I mean it." Han said to Zekk, who had Jaina around the waist. "We always want to stay one step ahead at least."
"Don't worry dad." Jaina said quietly. "You know us."
"Yeah." Han said, as Leia grabbed his arm. "Just don't get into trouble."
"Come on!" Leia insisted.
Jaina and Zekk laughed. "See you in the morning."
When the newly-weds were finally left alone on the terrace of the retreat, Zekk sighed.
"What is it?"
"I don't think your father likes me." Zekk said, laughing.
Jaina turned around in his arms, facing him. "Well, you married me. Not him." She leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. "So don't worry about it."
Zekk chuckled, then leaned in and gave her a kiss. This one was much deeper than hers of course.
*(*(*(*(*(
"Grandma?" Tyanna whispered. "Why'd you stop?"
Jaina blinked, coming back from her memories. "That was a happy part of the story. It gets sadder in the middle."
"But please Grandma." Tyanna said, "Please? Just for me?"
Jaina looked around, seeing that they were alone in the large hospital room. "Alright Tyanna. Now, this next part...Your Grandfather blamed himself for it, but you must understand that I never blamed him. And that even through the darkest times we never gave up."
"What happened?" TYanna asked, her dark brown eyes shining with worry and curiosity.
TO BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. Well, my readers? Are you interested? Or will Tyanna never know?????)