Chapter 3
Jag was awakened from a fitful sleep in the middle of the night by the insistent beeping of his comlink.
"Fel," he said groggily, rubbing his eyes.
"Colonel," came his father's grim voice across the comlink, "a message from the Galactic Alliance just cane in for you. Report to my office immediately."
Jaina, Jag thought hopefully, snapping fully awake. He had only been in the Unknown Regions for a few days, but already he desperately wanted to see her face and here her voice, even if only in holo. "On my way, sir," he said, trying to keep the excitement he felt at the possibility of hearing from her from entering his voice. He smoothed the wrinkles out of his normally immaculate uniform as he entered the hall.
"Fel, out," the Baron said. The tone of his voice suggested that Jag hadn't been very successful at sounding unemotional.
Jag's mind was on the message as hurried down the hall as fast as he could without attracting the attention of the few blue skinned, red eyed Chiss who where in the halls at that hour.
His father stood from behind his desk as Jag entered the room. After the door had slid shut, the General silently activated the holorecording. Jag was surprised when his uncle appeared before him.
"Jag," Wedge Antilles began, his voice grave. "Jaina is missing." he paused, as if giving his nephew time to absorb what he had just said.
Jag's heart collapsed in on itself. no, he thought desperately. This has to be a dream, a nightmare,but he knew it wasn't. Jaina, why do you have to keep getting yourself in trouble? But then you wouldn't be the woman I love so much, would you? he sighed. You're going to give me more white hair if you keep doing this. He always worried about her. He had always feared that if he left her alone for any length of time he would lose her forever. Jag heard the words "Mon Calamari" and was suddenly aware that his uncle had started speaking again.
"…two days ago. Yesterday, Kyp and Jacen flew along the hyperspace route she was supposed to take, but they didn't find her or anyone else for that matter. They did find part of what looks to be an x-wing s-foil," Wedge paused again and looked down. Jag had the feeling that he was going to like what was next even less than he had liked the rest. "Both Kyp and Jacen say they can't feel Jaina in the Force. I suspect you know what that means more than I. They also say that it doesn't feel like she died, even though they can't sense her."
He looked up. "Don't try to find her yourself yet, Jag. Jacen and Kyp are going to keep searching. I'll send you another message if they find out anything new. Antilles, out," he said, and the hologram flickered off.
Jag stared numbly at the place where his uncle had been. His mind was frozen, his fears having taken over completely. Jaina, he thought again forlornly. A tactful cough jolted him out of his stupor. He realized that he was leaning against the wall behind him and straitened up unsteadily.
"What is Jaina Solo to you?" Soontir asked softly, watching his son closely.
"She is.." Jag paused for a moment, before continuing, his voice longing, "everything."