Ok, well, all the formatting I tried to do didn't work, so just IMAGINE the nice little white space in between the sections. :p

"All right, Jacen. " Luke held his hand out as if to block his running tirade. "Slow down."

Jacen took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling his unruly hair even more.

"Luke?" Mara came out of the bedroom, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"I'm sorry." Jacen apologized. "I didn't mean-"

"No, it's ok." Mara chook her head, pressing one hand into her back. "I was getting up already." She sat down in the large, overstuffed chair, stifling a yawn. "What's going on?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." Luke explained.

"Someone was in my apartment." Jacen continued.

"Someone besides Jaina, I take it." Luke noted.

Mara chuckled softly.

Jacen nodded, hesitating. "I think we have an infiltrator."

Luke straightened. "What kind of an infiltrator?"

Jacen took a deep breath. "Yuuzhan Vong."

"Wait, hold on." Luke stopped him. "Someone broke into your apartment, and you think we have a Yuuzhan Vong infiltrator?"

"They have doctors for that kind of association." Mara remarked dryly.

"And it's not like they're an infiltrator just because they're Yuuzhan Vong." Luke went on. "Taan is Yuuzhan Vong, and we all know she's here." He eyed his nephew carefully. "Isn't this kinda just out of the blue?"

Jacen sighed. "I wish it was."

"I really don't like the sound of that." Mara mumbled, shifting in her seat.

"No joke." Luke caught her movement. "Are you all right?"

Mara rolled her eyes. "Give me a break, Skywalker. Get back to your investigation."

"Please," Luke groaned, "don't call it that." He looked at Jacen. "What do you mean?"

Jacen rubbed his forehead. "I've been getting threats over the last five or six months."

"Threats?" Luke echoed.

"Yeah." Jacen nodded. "They stopped about a couple of months ago, so I thought maybe..."

"That they'd stopped for good?:" Luke supplied.

Jacen nodded. "I guess I was wrong."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Mara asked.

Jacen shrugged. "The messages were sent from a public terminal. You can't trace them past which relay point they came through, which only narrows it down to a sector. I can't do anything beyond blocking non-specific transmissions." He shrugged. "And when they stopped, I guess I just wanted to pretend it had never happened."

There was silence for a moment.

"Peace Brigade?' Mara wondered out loud.

"Or maybe one of the small cells we've been mopping up for the last two years."

Jacen shrugged. "In reality, it could be anyone with a grudge against me, and thinks they know how to get to me."

"Some grudge." Mara muttered.

Luke rolled his eyes until he could see his wife, staring pointedly at her.

"Of course, I'm one to talk." Mara added.

Jacen rubbed his hands together nervously, eyeing the pattern on the floor with absent-minded intensity.

"Where are the kids?" Luke rubbed his creased brow uncannily like Jacen had only moments before.

"With Tahiri." Jacen replied quietly. He gave a half-laugh. "I think I scared her."

"You scared Tahiri." Mara repeated in mild disbelief. "I wasn't aware that was possible."

"Yeah well, Solos have been known fro achieving the impossible." Luke muttered.

"Purposefully or otherwise." Jacen agreed.

"You're right, though." Luke stood and set his mug on the counter of the kitchenette. "There really isn't much we can do beyond keeping an eye on things."

"Right." Jacen ran his hand through his hair, a habit that was really starting to bug Mara. "That's what I was afraid of." He stood. "Ok then, I'm going to go clean up."

"Just don't let 'em get to you, Jacen." Mara offered a cheerful smile that she didn't feel.

Jacen paused at the door and turned around. "It's a little late for that."

The streets of Coruscant had changed since before the war. Where once beings of every specie had milled together on the streets, now silence was the only occupant. Once the only natural life had been fungi and lichens. Now one couldn't roam any level in any sector without encountering something alive, friendly or not.

The light wind blew Leia's short hair away from her face as she walked down one long, empty street to the shipyards.

She smiled as she took a deep breath. Another changed was that the winds now brought clean, moist air with it instead of the smoke and smells from the lowest levels.

She moved around a gutted AA-39 transport/freighter that looked as if it had been abandoned there sometime before Coruscant's fall.

One might wonder why it had been allowed to remain there for so long.

But then, Leia smiled, many likely wondered why the Falcon hadn't been scrapped decades ago.

She could see the same ship no, standing out like a thumb next to the sleek, innovative cruisers it was parked between.

A string of strident curses drifted towards her, accompanied by the vague sound of banging.

Leia chuckled, seeing her husband, not under the Falcon, but the shiny YT-2500 beside it.

"You're never going to learn, are you?" she sighed with a smile.

"Learn what?" He replied indignantly.

"To turn the secondary power link off before you start with the wiring."

"It was Luke!" Han shot back, referring to a previous incident. "And I swear, I thought it was off this time."

Leia smirked. "Sure you did."

She could sense his silent glare.

"What are you adding this time?"

"Whatever idiot owned this before must've been on shot-pot of a pilot. The shielding structure is shot." Han complained. "I had to completely rewire the whole dang system."

Leia smiled, shaking her head. "Did it ever occur to you that Jaina might prefer something a little more standard to something akin to the Falcon?"

"What's wrong with the Falcon?" Han sounded hurt.

Leia sighed as she rolled her eyes. "Nothing." She waited a few moments before she thought he was once again engrossed in the circuit repairs. "We got a message from Jacen today, saying Jaina was at the Academy."

"Really?" his preoccupied voice accompanied the audio of his racked clinking against the underbelly of the ship.

"Umm-hmm." Leia nodded, leaning against the hull. "I was thinking we should go see them."

"Leia, honey, you know they don't need us constantly checking up on them every time they turn around."

Leia sighed. "I know. It would just be a visit, Han."

"Right. A visit. For a month. Oh, and while we're at it, why don't we just call it a family reunion." His grin was sarcastic.

Leia tried to find a retort, but knew he was right. "And food." She finally agreed. "Han, I promise it would just be a standard week."

"Leia, I want to go too, but if I leave, I am never going to get this ship done." Han was running out of excuses.

"Have you even figured out why you're giving it to her?" Leia asked, an amused smile on her face.

"Well." Han grunted as he forced the bolt off. "Not really. But do I really need a reason?"

Leia shrugged. "I guess not. You could always give it to her as a wedding gift."

Han's dirty face suddenly appeared, wearing a scowl. "You know something I don't?" he demanded.

Leia hid a smile at his predictable reaction. "No, Han. Just hocus-pocus Jedi feeling."

Han pulled himself up with amazing speed. "Come on." He threw the ratchet in his hand behind him, managing to make it land expertly in the toolbox.

Leia feigned bewilderment. "Where are we going?"

"To the Falcon," he called over his shoulder. "I've gotta warm her up. Go pack your bags. We're leaving in half-an-hour."