A story of Jacen Solo (my favorite star wars character). Sets right after "Traitor" I included elements from other NJO books and the story will probably go on after NJO

the story is not completely Jacen centered and I add a lot of things about other characters but anyways... usual "I dont own any of the characters, universe or pretty much anything from star wars" Its all from Lucas and belongs to him so yea.. anyways the prologue is simply a part of "traitor" that i changed a bit so read on and enjoy.

Prologue

Jacen stared at Anakin's lightsaber intensely as he remembered what a warrior he was. He knew inside that he wasn't Anakin. Jacen, showing no emotions, slowly opened his lips and said to Vergere and Nom Anor:

"I am no warrior like my brother." The warriors around them reacted but said nothing.

"I am no pilot like my sister."

"I am no great politician like my mother." Nom Anor's face remained without expression

"I am no hero like my father."

"And I am no Jedi master like my uncle" he finished as Vergere smiled

"No Jacen, you are much more than that."

Nom Anor stared at Jacen and said: "You are a God, you are a sun. You are the shining light that will bring on the truth to your people."

Jacen slowly looked up at Vergere then Nom Anor with no emotions, he simply half smiled. The Jedi Jacen Solo was no more, at that very moment whatever had remained of who he had once been, was cast away into nothingness. Jacen's smile gave way to his silent expression that was empty of all emotions. He had found the answer to Vergere's question.

"I am Jacen Solo, no more, no less."

"The choice is yours Jacen Solo, become who you were born to be, show your people the true way of the God you are." finished Nom Anor.

"All right," Jacen said.

A cold, still surface, flawless: unrippled by weakness, or conscience, or humanity.

"Why not?"

Chapter 1 :Back from the dead

The war had lasted too long, whatever hope that had fueled the New Republic of winning the war against the Yuuzhan Vong had shattered with the fall Coruscant. The Gallactic Alliance, born from the republic's ashes, had rallied all the factions together. Hope, the one thing they had regained, was once more the only reason people had to fight. Hope of surviving, Hope for a better life after the war.

From the Millennium Falcon's cockpit, Leia Organa Solo had a sudden shiver that forced her to sit down. Han looked at her worried that something had happened.

"I'm alright Han. It's just for a second… for a second I felt something, like a light in the force. Like an explosion but in reverse."

"What do you mean?" asked her husband more and more worried. "As in something bad?"

"No… as if something that felt wrong just clicked back into position." Leia stared at then emptiness of hyperspace and smiled. Jacen ,she thought. The light had felt like Jacen but she didn't have time to tell Han as they came out of hyperspace.

The lines became shiny white spots once again in Jaina's cockpit as her X-wing came out of hyperspace along with the Gallactic Alliance fleet. Her communication post sprung to life transmitting data from their capital ship.

Twin Sun Squadron is to give cover to the landing shuttles as the infantry and Jedi strike teams make their way planet side.

She relayed the orders to her squadron and moved in formation with the transporters. As she was looking towards the small planet who served as a vital production outpost for the Yuuzhan Vong forces she noticed something coming out of dark space near the planet.

Great, she thought, The Yuuzhan Vong fleet is here too. I hope our fleet can manage everything up there while we're on the ground.

Jaina formed up with the transporters and felt the Jedi meld that was boosted form all the Jedi in the transporters. She smiled and told herself that this would actually work.

"This entire operation is failing!" yelled Jaina, three hours after her arrival. Everything had gone wrong. The Yuuzhan Vong fleet in space had received backup from another fleet only fifteen minutes into the battle and the Gallactic Alliance was taking a beating while expecting backup that would probably come too late. The ground strike teams had been ambushed as the transporters were landing by a group of anti-air turrets posted along their targeted area. Jaina's squadron had been shot down. Five of her pilots were dead and the rest had crash landed not far from her own dead X-wing. With only 57 soldiers and twenty Jedi, including her and her pilots, Jaina quickly understood that they wouldn't stand a chance against an entire battalion of trained Yuuzhan Vong warriors. She looked at Lowbacca and Zekk. The trio stared at each other and they issued the order to fall back and avoid hard contact.

Much to their despair, the Yuuzhan Vong had anticipated their actions and had deployed further effectively surrounding them. They were cut on every angle and their only chance was to fight back.

For that simple brief moment in her life, Jaina didn't feel anything, or rather, she felt everything around her but something more was there. Something was telling her what to do. Like a soft voice whispering inside her head and anticipating every move the Yuuzhan Vong made. She noticed all the other Jedi and even the soldiers seemed affected by it. She fought off all the warriors that came towards her as best as she could. She always seemed to know when and where her next opponent would stand. As if she could feel them in the force but not quite. Something or someone was telling them, somehow, how to fight and it worked well until more than three times the warriors appeared from the direction they were desperately trying to flee.

Her moral was once more crushed and she almost considered surrendering. She could picture every soldier being killed one by one. She could feel the Jedi being sacrificed to the gods one by one. She could see clearly how a priest would simply sacrifice her to their gods and her only satisfaction was that at least the Yuuzhan Vong wouldn't get to sacrifice both Jacen and her at the same time.

The voice in her head brought Jaina back to reality. She looked around her with determination and she could hear the voice in her head talking to her.

Stand your ground Jaina, You're not alone.

She was sure more than ever that the voice was real. As she looked around her once more she saw the warriors overwhelming her friends and allies. She saw Lowbacca roaring, standing proudly and unleashing his wookie strength. She saw Zekk, with speed and grace, cut down two warriors in one swoop. It all happened in one flash. It was then she felt the voice the most. The force was with her.

Not three feet away from her, a figure was fading in from nowhere. As if the force itself was taking form and creating something… someone. She saw the hooded figure of a man about her height fully forming near her and taking every one else by surprise.

Two warriors, taking the newcomer for an enemy, turned and attacked the intruder only to stop as if his by some invisible force. The force itself had struck the warriors and now the hooded person turned towards the rest of the warriors. Jaina felt the calm before the storm as the hooded figure simply stared at the warriors. From under his cloak, he took out a long stick made of some kind of metal. The Stick extended to the length of 6 feet as if fueled by the force. His presence was so bright that any force sensitive person was almost blinded for a second. The warriors themselves could almost feel the stranger until he moved so fast that the light around him simply couldn't follow. He was moving with the force as if he was the force. With grace and speed he unleashed series of well placed hits on the enemy warriors. The stick was merely for show, Jaina felt; the warriors flew back as if hit by the force itself.

As the man finished his short yet infinitely long waltz, all the Jedi and soldiers still standing were simply entranced by the man's presence. At that moment, had he spoken, they would have listened to anything he would have said like words from a god. That was the power of the force. Not simply the living force, but the unifying force. Jaina understood that as the stared at the person.

The man slowly turned around, his hood falling off, still glowing in an invisible light. Jacen Solo stood there looking at Jaina then her friends. There was nothing in his face, nothing more than his soft smile that almost warmed them all. Jacen Solo, Jaina's brother was there, right in front of her breathing and very much alive, but he was much more than that. He was about to say something when Lowbacca gave him a big wookie hug, almost choking him to death. Jacen laughed simply and asked his friend to put him down. Everyone around snapped back to reality and the soldiers quickly moved around to secure the perimeter. With luck back on their side, they saw additional troops dropping in large transport ships. Reinforcements had arrived and Jaina could feel that her uncle Luke was on his way with Mara and dozens of Jedi masters along with her parents. The mission was a success.

Focusing once more on Jacen who had manage to escape the wookie hug and handshakes, Jaina felt tears of joy flow on her cheeks and didn't try to wipe them away, she simply ran in Jacen's arms and hugged him as hard as she could as if making sure he was real.

"You… you were dead. You… I still can't believe it. I let you there, behind, alone."

For the first time in a while Jaina felt her second half shifting back into place as she finally emptied her heart's burden and cried.

"Sorry" said Jacen "Sorry I wasn't there for you."

He turned simply stood there hugging his twin sister without saying another word.

Eventually, Jaina regained control over her emotions and released Jacen. For the first time she took a good glance at him and noticed how much he had changed. Any trace of childhood he once had had vanished, replaced by the firm grip of adulthood. He looked at least five of six years older than before. His long hair was tied behind his head and reached his shoulders. An unshaved beard had started to grow on his face and under his cloak he was wearing a simple tunic that was most likely from Yuuzhan Vong origin. Jaina was shocked to see how many injuries he ha suffered. His body was covered from bruises and scratches that would heal eventually. There was one big scar that would, however, remain that went on his chest. Jaina couldn't see it but she felt it. Despite his appearance, Jacen seemed at peace with it. As if he was beyond his physical state, he seemed completely at peace with the force. Every breath he took calmed her and she felt relaxed.

Before she add more Zekk interrupted the long moment of silence and hugged Jacen, the man he saw as a brother who had returned from war. He smiled to him and silently nodded seeing his state.

They didn't have time to catch up much more and Jacen didn't seem quite ready to talk about it, he was waiting for his family and friends to gather before telling his tale. Several minutes later, the drop ships touched down near their positions and more soldiers came out. Behind this massive deployment, Jacen saw the familiar face of his uncle Luke. The Jedi master spotted them and headed in their direction with his wife. Both of them seemed relieved to see Jacen. They had all felt him in the force as he had sprung back into life, but seeing it was even more of a relief. It was as if all around him had been affected by guilt of leaving him behind. With almost tears Luke spoke to him.

"I thought I had sent you to your death… Jacen…"

"We're overjoyed to see you" finished Mara who was obviously overcome by emotions.

Jacen opened his mouth to speak but he heard someone call him name loud. It was a voice that he could recognize anywhere, a voice that brought Jaina and him a feeling of invulnerability and security. It was the voice of Han Solo, the man they knew before Chewbacca's death. Followed by Leia, he ran towards Jacen and hugged him so tightly that his own bones told him enough. When Han finally put Jacen down he saw Leia staring at Jacen.

"Jacen."

Her voice was shaking with joy. The woman who had watched everything she had worked for in the New Republic fall, her husband vanished into guilt, her youngest son's death, her daughter's fall into the dark side and Jacen's apparent death. She had stood in light surrounded by darkness dragging her deeper and deeper. Jacen's strong presence had the effect of a strong arm of light pulling her back into life. Her world was returning as in reward for standing and believing. Jacen looked at her.

"I'm alright mom, I'm back from the dead."