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A/N: I was sorta in a break up couples mood when I wrote this, but my friends like it. Someone reviewed my story Trust saying I should go all the way to Jedi Academy, but Trust is fully JAn and Kyle, and there is no Jan in Academy. So I decided to come up with why. Here it is.

Note: The first scene is during Jedi Academy, the rest are about a month later.

Jaden Korr was riveted on the planet splayed before him. Corellia was known for its independence, and as the home world of the crazy, but brilliant, Han Solo. Jaden's master, Kyle Katarn sat in the pilot's chair, looking at the planet as if it wasn't that special. But Jaden had never ventured far from his home on Coruscant. Never had he dreamed of seeing such famous worlds.

"You get used to traveling around a lot when you're a Jedi, kid," Kyle said when he saw Jaden's rapt expression.

"But Master Katarn..."

"Its Kyle, remember?"

"I mean Kyle; I never thought I would ever see such a place."

Kyle smiled at his pupil's excitement, "I felt the same when I was your age. I couldn't wait to have an adventure."

"You have been on so many adventures, that surely you have been to Corellia before." Jaden said from memory.

"Yeah that's true," Kyle said thinking back, "Me and Jan came here once a few years ago."

Jaden looked at Kyle confused, "Jan?"

"Jan Ors," Kyle explained, "She was my partner when I was a Mercenary."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she could get me out of any mess I frequently fell into," Kyle smiled, "That girl had spunk, and she was soft to the eyes. But you couldn't let that fool you, cause if you wronged her, you'd be sprawled on the floor in ten seconds flat."

Jaden chuckled, "Sounds like you know from experience."

"Trust me; I was scared of that right hook."

They both laughed over that for a few minutes. When they quieted, Jaden noticed some sort of change in Kyle. Like he was sad or something.

"How'd she die?" Jaden asked. Considering Kyle had referred to her in past tense.

"Oh she's not dead," Kyle assured, "Least since last I heard."

"Well then what happened to her?"

Kyle took a deep breath, clearly uncomfortable to where this conversation had turned, "About two years ago, Dessaan faked her death to provoke me to fight him. After I found out she was alive, I freed her from his captivity. After I killed him, we, we uh formed a relationship."

"Oh I see," Jaden said, "then what?"

"We were only together for a few months, when... I guess we just both needed to be released."

"But why?"

"We had... It's just..." Kyle struggled to find the right words, "I don't know, we just couldn't be together."

"Didn't you love each other?" He asked.

"No you don't understand; love wasn't the problem. We just drifted apart somehow. When we realized it, it was too late." Kyle sighed, "I guess love couldn't save it."

He just sat there for a few moments staring straight ahead. His eyes were so gloomy. He seemed to be thinking back into the painful past.

Jaden looked at his master sincerely, "She meant a lot to you."

A sad smile crossed his lips, "Still does," He sighed again, "I'd give my life for her."

They sat in silence for a few moments. Jaden was out of things to say. Kyle was still taking his lonely stroll down memory lane.

"Wasn't I going to tell you about the time Jan and I got into a bar brawl here on Corellia?" He asked.

Jaden looked up, a little surprised by the offer, but didn't say no.

Kyle plunged into the little adventure. Jaden only half listened. It still didn't make sense why Kyle had given up so fast on love. Jedi were never supposed to lose hope. Jan seemed like an interesting girl, probably a little to rough for him, but it was obvious that Kyle really loved her.

"And then Jan punched that Weequay right in the...." A small red light began to flash, "Looks like we got company," Kyle said, "You go check it out, and see who's tailing us. I'll stay here."

Jaden quickly unbuckled himself form his seat. Now wasn't the time to think about his master's broken heart, he had Jedi business to attend to.

Jan gazed out her apartment window with an expression of pure boredom. It seemed like years since her last mission. She watched as the speeders went zooming by. At least they had somewhere to go. She sighed softly, and turned away from the view. Her apartment walls now caught her gaze.

The walls were completely bare. No Holographs were present, and there was scarcely any furniture. The floor was covered with junk, and rumpled clothes that she hadn't bothered to put away. No lush plants provided any color to brighten the effect. Her home lacked any warmth at all. She looked at the mess and sighed. What else could she do?

Jan picked up the wrinkled clothes, and put what she thought was clean away. She straightened to rooms as best she could; putting the pillows on the sofa, and sifting the papers on the table. She looked at the finish result, and smiled. If he walked in here right now, he would think that someone had replaced her brain. No need to say who he was.

She moved to her closet next, saving the worst for last. Jan wouldn't have been surprised if a Rancor was hidden beneath the pile of scrap. She hung up her clothes, and put things in boxes. She stopped when she stumbled upon one box. It was amazingly, neat, considering that it had been in that rat hole for a long time. Jan opened it to see what exactly she had hidden in there.

A few faded letters from now dead relatives. She found a small jug of rich dirt, which forced her to smile. When she was little, her father had decided to take her to Naboo once. She had been so excited, but she was afraid to leave Alderaan behind. The day before they had left, she had taken a handful of dirt and brought it with her. Once they had returned home, she had forgotten the dirt along with her fears. Jan knew that it was then that she had wanted to become a pilot to see the rest of the galaxy.

She put the jar aside, and touched something hard in the box. It sprung to life in her hand, casting a little glow on her face. Kyle smiled at her from the Holograph. His cocky little grin made her heart do somersaults, not for the first time. She forgot about the mess, and stared at the picture in her hands. A small drop of water landed on the photo. A second one followed. Jan didn't notice her tears; all of her thoughts were circled around him.

"Jan," a stern female voice behind her said.

Jan jumped when she heard it. She quickly dried her cheeks, and stared at the Holovid.

"Mon Mothma," She greeted the leader of the Republic.

"Jan there is some urgent news I must discuss with you," The middle aged woman said, "Come to my office, we will discuss things there."

"Yes ma'am," Jan said, and then the screen went blank.

Jan took the box and put it on the table near her bed. She didn't look at the picture of Kyle again. She just quickly headed for the door. Finally she had something to do.

Jan calmly walked into Mon Mothma's office. The door was open, waiting for her. When she entered she saw that the room was empty. A single chair was placed in front of the desk. She knew that the leader of the Republic was busy elsewhere at the moment, so Jan just sat down, and leaned the chair back on its back legs. Her mother had tried to teach Jan manners when she was younger, after many years of cheating death, and fights at seedy bars, those manners were long since dead.

Mon Mothma soon came in from the side door of the office. She looked at Jan's casual style of sitting with an expression of distaste, but made no comment of it. She had known Jan for years, and knew better than to try and make her sit better. Not that she feared of getting punched, Jan wouldn't do that, but it was just a worthless cause.

Instead she got right to the point, "Jan we have received information about the planet Curaris."

The woman took out a small Holovid of the planet. It was a lush planet, judging by its green hue. Jan saw nothing wrong with it.

"A spy sent transmitted us reports of heavy Imperial activity."

Oh, what a shocker, Jan thought wryly.

"He said that it is possible that they are planning to build a new weapon."

This caught her attention, "You don't mean another Death Star do you?"

"We are unsure of this time."

"Some one high up must be involved here," Jan said, "I mean Imperials don't start building something for no reason, with no orders."

Mon Mothma nodded, "We have heard rumors that a second Emperor is coming into power."

"What?" Jan's eyes grew huge. Another Emperor meant another Sith.

"We don't know whether it is true or not," Mon Mothma said, "that is why the Senate has kept it under wraps."

"Why doesn't your spy tell you?"

"We lost contact with him."

In other words, he was deader than the broken planet of Despayre.

"What you do you want me to do then?"

Mon Mothma pushed a button, and over half of the planet turned red, "The red indicates heavy Imperial activity. The main base is located there," She pointed to s small gray dot, in the center of the red. "We need you to fly to the far side of the planet, and make your way to the base. Find whatever information you can about what they are building."

"What about the Sith?" Jan asked.

"It is said that his main palace is located on Curaris."

"Alright, so I have to hike across a planet that overloaded with Stormtroopers, Infiltrate a base, and avoid getting killed by a Sith. I have a feeling you need a Jedi for this mission."

"Of course, we have already discussed this with Master Skywalker."

Jan still had her chair on two legs. Working with Luke wouldn't be so bad, she guessed.

"Jedi Master Kyle Katarn has already accepted."

CRASH!!

Jan's chair dumped her backwards. Mon Mothma looked over to see if she was alright.
"Work with Kyle!" Jan exclaimed, "Are you nuts?!"

"You two have worked well together before," Mon Mothma said, "I don't see how this is any different."

"I can NOT work with Kyle again."

"Jan, you must."

"Lady, you don't understand."

Mon Mothma sighed, "I know of your past, but this is very important Jan."

"I think my sanity is important."

"This will bring us one step closer to defeating the Empire," Mon Mothma said, "When this war ends, we will finally restore peace to the galaxy. The Republic is depending on you Jan. You have to do this."

Jan could never say no to that.

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