Chapter 2- Having Things in Common

When the group entered the Solo suite, Mara introduced her self.

"I'm sorry I did not introduce myself to you earlier," Mara said to Lara. "Mara Jade-Skywalker, Luke's wife."

"Mara Jade? I've heard much about you. I believe you and my daughter may have something in common."

"And what is that?"

"Athena is a professional assassin. She will be somewhat excited to meet you."

Mara nodded, excused herself and went to speak with Athena. She found her standing firmly at her father's side, listening to Han speak.

"Athena could I speak with you please?"


Luen and Jakobe stood side to side, near the door, ready to react to any wrong movements a bustling server or assassin may make.

The door chimed, signaling that more guests had arrived for dinner.

Leia turned to the person closest to the door.

"Luen could you get that please. I believe Kyp and Jag are here."

Luen nodded curtly to the former Princess and turned to answer the door. The door slid open to bring Luen face to face with two tall men. Both had green eyes and black hair, but one wore his cut close to his skull, revealing a scar, and the other wore his much like Jakobe.

Sensing no potential danger, Luen stepped aside to let the men into the large room. Kyp Durron was as tall as Luen. "Well, hello. Luen Aida, I'm guessing. Kyp Durron."

Luen shook his hand, gripping tightly.

"A pleasure to meet you, "she said coldly. Kyp gave a sly smile at Luen and walked away, massaging his throbbing hand. Luen could feel that there was something strange about Durron, and she really didn't want to find out what it was.

Luen turned her head to the next man. He gave a sharp salute before her.

"Colonel Jagged Fel at you service, milady." He grabbed Luen's hand and shook it.

After her hand was free, she saluted him in return. "Captain Luen Aida of her majesty's security force, at your service Colonel Fel!

Jag flashed a tooth grin. "I think, Luen Aida, that you and I may have something in common."


"So you say that on Naboo, the use of technology is slowly diminishing?"

Luen nodded and swallowed her food. She was seated next to Jag on her right, Jakobe on her left. Jakobe was talking with a scientist named Danni Quee. The two looked to be in an intense conversation, as was Jagged and Luen.

"Yes, we have started to slowly use less and less technology. As far as I know, my mother is the only one left with a lightsword on Naboo. My brother and sister are bodyguards of my mother, who is the current Queen. Athena is the professional assassin in our team trio," she nodded toward Athena, who was seated next to Mara along the huge dinning table. "She has never once touched a blaster, as far as I can recall. She is also skilled in close hand to hand combat, as am I."

Jag chuckled and turned to her. "Then I would like to challenge you to a sparring match. How long are you staying?"

Luen paused to think. "I believe at least two weeks."

"Would you like to meet me at the training facilities tomorrow at 1300? Jaina can show you where they are."

"Of course."

Jag sighed. "Good. Jaina's the only one who's ever come close to beating me, so I must warn you, 'cause you'll be in for a surprise."

"Well," Luen replied coolly, "you have not yet faced Luen Aida. Perhaps it is you who should be warned."


"It was an honor to meet you, Captain. I look forward to tomorrow." Jag sought out Luen's hand lightly kissed it, letting his lips linger. Luen felt a blush coming on, but tried desperately to keep it down.

"Good night Luen." He briskly turned and strode down the hall with Kyp.

Luen turned stifled laughter behind her. She composed herself, put on her happy -I don't-care-what-you-say-Jakobe face and turned to face her twin.


Jagged Fel felt his breath leave his lungs as he yet again hit the mat with a thud. He struggled to intake air and pushed himself up onto his knees. He had never experiences this style of fighting and quite frankly, he didn't like it one bit.

He staggered to his feet to feel Luen's foot once again lock into his chest, forcing him back down onto the matt. He groaned and decided not to get up. It wasn't worth the risk.

Luen, breathing lightly, wiped a strand of black hair clear from her face.

"Well, Colonel Fel. It seems that I have beaten you." Luen could believe her luck. At the start of the match, she was sure Jag had the upper hand. But she soon she had realized that his huge physique made him slower. She grinned, for the first time, and offered him a hand. "Pay up."

"Not if I can help it," Jag muttered. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down on top of him. He grabbed the back of her head and pressed his lips to hers.

Luen felt her heart skip a beat. She closed her eyes and felt the heat radiating off him. She wanted to pull away and beat him up again for his actions, but she refused. Instead, she kissed him back.

Jag abruptly jerked away. "See, I've beaten you!" he whispered triumphantly. Luen looked around in alarm. She was facing the ceiling. In the brief five seconds of the kiss, Jag had rolled her over and pinned her arms above her head.

"You cheated!" she whispered back. "I thought Imperials didn't cheat." Jag snorted. "Who in Sith told you that?" He leaned down and kissed her again.