Disclaimer: I'll make this quick. I don't own Star Wars, and I don't own any of the star Wars characters: Jacen Solo, Vergere etc, except for my own creations: Jayen Liau, Abriwan, and others that will be added later on.
Please read Chapter 3: Mother And Son
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Regards, Jenna-Jayen
Jacen was alone in the room for an undeterminable amount of time. His meals were put into the room while he slept, and no matter how lightly he slept, he never woke to see anyone delivering the food. The food was just 'there' when he woke up.
On what he thought was his tenth day in the room, he was woken by a 'hiss' as the door opened, allowing the young man who had blindfolded him to enter, and then closed again.
The young man bowed respectfully to Jacen, and then took a few steps towards him.
"I hope you are comfortable." The young man said, and a soft voice that reminded Jacen of the wind when it went through the trees on Yavin 4.
Jacen nodded, and waited for the young man to continue.
"I apologise for the long wait, but the Haven is very busy with the crop harvesting at the moment, and my mother couldn't spare the time to come and see you." The young man gestured for Jacen to take a seat at the table.
"Your mother?" Jacen asked, curious.
"I am sorry; I thought she had told you. The woman who found you and your crashed ship, she is my mother. She is also the Leader of the colony. Everyone calls her Jayen, but occasionally someone calls her Ileana. I've always called her Jayen, even when I was a child..." The young man trailed off and looked down uncomfortably at his hands, which where carefully folded in his lap. "I'm not really supposed to be here, but I was curious. What is it like on the Outside?" The young man looked up, and a burning curiosity lit up his grey eyes.
"Uh, the Outside? You mean the Galaxy, right?" The young man nodded. "First could you tell me your name? It doesn't feel right to talk to someone without knowing their name." Jacen said, choosing his words carefully. Obviously the young man felt uncomfortable talking about himself.
"I'm Abriwan. But everyone just calls me Rii." The young man smiled. "What's your name?"
"I'm Jacen. Jacen Solo." Jacen replied. He like the young man already. 'Abriwan couldn't be much older than me... Maybe I've found an ally amongst strangers...' Jacen thought, quickly going over notions and ideas that popped into his head. "Why aren't you allowed to be here? Is it a general rule that no ones allowed to visit 'prisoners'? Or is it just that because I'm from off world and you're the Leader's son?" 'Whoops!' maybe he had gone a bit too far with 'that' question.
However, Abriwan just laughed. "The rule is actually in place to 'protect' us from the Outside. Jayen wants us to be safe and protected until the whole problem with Chancellor Palpatine and Count Dooku blows over."
Jacen looked incredulously at the young man. How could these people not 'know' that Palpatine was dead? And who was this Dooku person? More questions were popping into Jacen's head even as he tried to reorganise his thoughts.
The young man saw the look of incredulity on Jacen's face, and became a little confused. "What?" he said.
"Uh, well. I don't know how to put this to you Rii, but 'Emperor' Palpatine is dead. My Uncle Luke killed him with the help of Darth Vader, also known as Anakin Skywalker, my Grandfather. And that was almost 30 years ago." Jacen said.
Abriwan stared at him incredulously. "You mean, we've been here for the past 50 years or so for no reason? But, why would my mother hide this from us?" Abriwan glanced at Jacen again.
"Maybe she didn't know? Maybe she's been waiting for word from someone on the outside." Jacen said, trying to make the young man feel better about his mother.
"Maybe." Abriwan said sullenly.
"Hey, it's not that bad. My parents kept a lot of stuff from me when I was younger. In fact, they sent me, my twin sister and my younger brother..." he stopped for a second, the pain that he still felt over his brothers death hurt more than anything else had, "away to another planet just to keep us safe." He swallowed hard.
"Thinking of your family pains you?" Abriwan said, shocked at the thought.
"No. Not really. But my younger brother died recently. Only a year ago, yet it seems so much longer." He swallowed once more. "The Yuuzhan Vong killed him."
Abriwan drew back as though he had been stung. "The Yuuzhan Vong?" He hissed. "They are filthy, bloodsucking, family-betraying infidels!" He spat.
This time it was Jacen's turn to be surprised. "Y-you know of them?" He stuttered slightly.
"Yes." Abriwan said, staring at a spot on the wall behind Jacen. "They were once of my mothers people, many millions of years ago. Every Moraiyan child knows of the Yuuzhan Vong. The Blood-Traitors." The young man made an ugly face. "They left the home world, when my mother was young. They believed that being at war was the only way to live, and that anyone who thought differently should be killed. While the rest of my mothers' people tried to bring peace to the galaxy, those infidels undermined all their efforts. They attacked anyone who was weaker than them, and caused much strife for those that were stronger. Until my mothers' mother exiled them from this galaxy." He stopped, staring at Jacen.
"My mothers' people are sworn to protect the people of this galaxy. And so am I. If it is true that the Yuuzhan Vong have returned, then you can be sure that the people of this world will help your people as best as we can." Abriwan stood up abruptly and bowed. "Even though I will probably get in trouble for having come and talked with you, it is imperative that my mother receives this information." He bowed once more, leaving through the door that opened up for him as he left.
Jacen was left with only his thoughts, and they were busy whirling around in his mind. "Why don't they know about what has happened in the last 30 years? Have they led such sheltered lives that they are completely cut off from the outside?" Jacen muttered, trying to figure out these mysterious people.