Disclaimer: I've got about as much of a chance of owning Star Wars, as I do winning the lottery. checks lottery ticket
A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: Sorry for the long wait. This chapter's kind of short, but all you JK fans aren't going to care. Trust me.
A/N Nerwen Aldarion: I am currently writing this with a stuffy nose and a spinning room. This just goes to show how much I love you guys.I hope you like this story and I hope shanesnest has some pity for me and gets Galder out of the picture.
Sarge: Blood violence? You want more of that read Assassin.
shanesnest: Ah my good friend. Glad you to see you like this. I enjoyed the fact that you hated Derran, now you're getting a taste of your own medicine. Bu this is only the beginning. It's gonna get worse, and I mean a whole lot worse.
Chapter 2: The Daughter of the Sky
Deep in her sleep Jan could hear an annoying beeping sound that she was fairly certain was not coming from her dream about flying an A-Wing while shooting down a whole battalion of TIE's. The beeping got louder as it pulled her from her sleep.
"Alright, alright," She grumbled as she left the warm nest of her bed and headed to the beeping transmitter.
A hologram of Mon Mothma appeared on the small table, "Mon Mothma," Jan said sleepily, "Do you ever sleep?"
"Sorry to wake you Jan, but I need to meet with you at 1100 hours sharp."
"And you woke me up at 0600 to tell me that?"
"We just received some news about Tinuuv, and I thought to tell you of our meeting immediately," Mon Mothma explained.
"Thanks," Jan said, "I'm going back to bed now."
"Right," The leader said, "That is all for now."
"Good," Jan clicked off the transmitter, and crawled back into bed.
She only succeeded about sleeping for another hour before her chronometer screamed out it usual wake up call. After debating for a few minutes whether or not she should break the thing and sleep for a few more hours, she reluctantly left her bed again and changed into her normal attire. Black pants, white linen shirt with long sleeves, her brown protective vest, and her boots.
After eating a quick breakfast she decided to head over to the Hangar bay and see if the Hero's Dream needed a few tune ups.
Dex, the Irodian mechanic, and Hangar bay operator smiled when he saw her, "Hey Jan, you got a sec?"
"Sure, Dex what's up?" Jan asked.
"Well, I've got a little problem," Dex explained, "I'm overhauling this X-Wing, and this other ship is in need of a new motivator. My assistant is on vacation, and I can't be in two places at once."
"So you want me to fix the motivator," Jan sighed, "Some day you're gonna owe me big Dex."
"I already do," He smiled, "Ships in bay 7."
"Thanks," Jan said over her shoulder as she headed to docking bay 7. Dex had asked her few times for help, but he was nice guy. Besides I have nothing better to do.
She opened to door to bay 7 and stood there blinking at the sight for several moments. "What the heck…" Jan said under her breath as she stared at her old ship the Raven's Claw.
"Surprised?" asked a familiar voice.
"Kyle you…" Jan tried to insult him, but she was too happy. Instead she ran to him, and gave him a warm hug.
"What are doing here?" She asked, "And the Claw better not be in any trouble or I swear I will…"
Kyle put a finger to her lips to silence her, "The Claw's fine. I told Dex to say that so I could surprise you. And I just I'd drop by to see you."
"As much as I'm flattered by the thought," Jan said, "What's the real reason?"
"You don't believe me?"
"Course not," Jan said with a grin, "It's not like we're friends or anything."
Kyle chuckled, "Well we heard about those crystals you found on Tinuuv, and Luke got to thinking that those might be a rare form of lightsaber crystals. He found records of them in some surviving archives. When I heard that he would have to go to Coruscant, I convinced him to let me come in his place. So here I am."
"It's good to see you, Kyle," Jan said.
"It's good to see you too."
"In a few hours I have to head off to a meeting with Mon Mothma," Jan said.
"Yeah, so do I," Kyle smiled, "I also talked to her. Let me guess, you meet with her at 1100 hours?"
"Now it's my turn," Jan said, "I'm guessing that you wiggled your way into getting a meeting at the same time."
"Maybe you do have the Force, cause I swear you just read my mind."
"As much as that would be fun, I think I'll stick with being me," Jan said.
"I wouldn't want it any other way," Kyle replied with a grin.
The two friends talked until it was time for both of them to head to the meeting. Mon Mothma was waiting for them in her office, as usual.
"Jan, Kyle, it's good to see you both," She greeted them.
"Like whys," Kyle said.
"As you know," Mon Mothma said, "The crystals we have discovered are high energy crystals, we would be glad to give you one, Kyle, so you could test it at the Academy. However, the crystals are not really ours."
"I didn't see any inhabitants on Tinuuv," Jan said, "Are there people there?"
"Yes," Mon Mothma said, "We did make contact with the Tinuuvians. They seem to be peaceful, and would like to join the New Republic, but…"
"I don't like that 'but'," Jan said.
"But," Mon Mothma continued, "They will only join us if the Son of all Faces will marry the Daughter of the Sky."
"The Son of what, and the Daughter of whom?" Kyle said with a confused look.
"The Son of all Faces is the leader of the Tinuuvians. They believe him to be the Son of the Gods," Mon Mothma explained, "Their legend says that the Son of all Faces will find and marry the Daughter of the Sky, his queen."
"Okay, I get it," Jan said, "So you want us to find with Daughter of the Sky."
"No," Mon Mothma said, "the Tinuuvians believe that they have already found her."
"So what does deal with us?" Jan asked.
"Because they believe that you are the Daughter of the Sky."
Jan's mouth fell open. Kyle started laughing so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.
"What?" Jan asked, "They think I'm what?" She glared at Kyle, "Stop it Katarn!"
"Oh this is great, Queen Jan," And that made him laugh even harder.
"It's not funny," Jan said in a threatening tone.
"May we please continue with the meeting?" Mon Mothma asked.
Kyle nodded, and looked down, barely controlling his smile.
"I'm not marrying this guy," Jan said simply. Kyle put a hand over his mouth too keep his laughter from bursting out.
"Kyle!" Jan cried.
"Sorry."
"I know this offer is a bit…strange," Mon Mothma said, "But give it a little thought."
"I already thought about it, it ain't gonna happen."
"Listen," The leader of the Republic said, "The last time I pushed someone into a marriage it nearly got them killed, and I'm not going to do that again. This will be your decision, and whatever it is I will stand by it; however, I do believe that you should meet him before you turn down his proposal."
"Do I have too?" Jan whined.
"I think it would be best."
"Fine," Jan said, "But it's not gonna change anything."
"Alright then," Mon Mothma stood up from her desk, "I will bring him here in a few moments."
She left Jan and Kyle alone in her office. Jan let out a frustrated sigh, and Kyle started laughing again.
"Stop that."
"Sorry, but it's kind of funny you know," He said, "All hail the Daughter of the Sky." He made a gesture of bowing.
"Do you see me laughing?" Jan asked sardonically.
"I mean can you actually believe that these people think he's the son of the gods?" Kyle said with a smile.
"I can now," Jan said in awe.
"What?" Kyle asked, and then he saw him.
Standing beside Mon Mothma was the most handsome man Jan had ever laid eyes on. Golden hair framed his finely chiseled features. His loose robe showed off his muscular arms, and was opened in front to show of a built, chest and perfectly tanned skin. A silver pendent set with a shiny black stone was all the jewelry he wore. He didn't need any precious gem to enhance his appearance. He was perfect the way he was.
Jan was frozen in her chair, her eyes locked on his green eyes. Perfect, deep emerald eyes.
"Jan, I would like introduce, Caden Sulin, Leader of the Tinuuvians."
"H…h..Hi," Jan finally chocked out.
He smiled back at her, "A pleasure to meet you at last." His voice was so smooth and sweet that it mad Jan's stomach do somersaults.
"A pleasure to see you too," Jan inwardly smacked herself for what she said, "I mean a pleasure to meet you too."
"My Daughter of the Sky," Caden said with adoration, "At last my search is over. I have waited for many long years, and now I wish for nothing more than to spend the rest of my life gazing at your beauty."
"Oh, wow," Jan breathed.
"Oh boy," Kyle said under his breath.
"Caden," Mon Mothma said, "I believe you both should wait before a decision is made."
"You are right, Commander," Caden agreed, his eyes never leaving Jan, "I would never force you to do anything against your will."
"Th…thanks," Jan stammered.
"I would long to stay forever with you, but I must return to my ship to unravel pressing matters."
"Okay," Jan said, grinning like a fool. Oh I hate myself!
Caden nodded and beamed a perfect smile. Mon Mothma left her desk to escort him out of the room. Come on, here's your chance Ors.
"Uh…wait," Jan called out, "Uh, I don't know f you've seen the city. I…If you want, I could show you around."
If it was possible, his smile grew brighter, "I would like nothing more than to spend a few more hours with you."
"Great!" Jan squeaked, she quickly cleared her throat, "I mean um, that'll be good. I'll see you tomorrow then."
"I wait impatiently," He flashed one more brilliant smile.
When both he and Mon Mothma Jan sank back into her chair, "Oh…My…Gosh!"
Kyle sunk lower into his chair
"Did you see him? I mean…wow!"
"He wasn't…that good looking," Kyle defended.
"Not that good looking, that guy is gorgeous!" Jan said dreamily.
"I'm glad to see you…like him," Mon Mothma said when she entered the room.
"I'm so inviting you to the wedding," Jan said.
Mon Mothma held up a hand, "Now, Jan, do not rush into this. He may be handsome, but you don't know his character."
"Yeah," Kyle agreed, "You may not like him at all."
"However, from what I've seen he seems rather polite, and kind," Mon Mothma smiled, "I'll think you'll like him very much."
What about me, Kyle thought; I don't like him that much, strike that, at all.
A/N: So what did you think? Does it burn? Please tell.