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"Here we are," Kyp led Aeria into a low, grey building.

"What's this place?"

"The Rogue Squadron transformed it into their own bar," Kyp explained. They walked inside, "Of course, you will find many of the old Rogues here as well."

Wes Janson walked up just then, "And who is this fine lady you've got here, Kyp?"

"Aeria Solo."

"You're the one everyone's talking about?" Wes asked, then said, "Of course you are! Now, what you doing here with the likes of him? I can show you-"

"Wes! Leave her alone."

"Relax, Kyp. I worked in a bar. I can handle myself."

"You worked in a bar!" Wes exclaimed.

"Bartender."

"Hey everyone! We've got someone here who can mix our drinks for us!" Wes announced.

"You better pay me," Aeria stated, raising and eyebrow, "Cash."

Kyp started laughing, "She's got you there, Wes. Come on, Aeria, there's food in the back."

"We're having a drinking contest later, so don't go away!" Wes hollered, then went back to his buddies.

"Are they all like that?" Aeria asked.

"For the most part."

"I think I'm going to like it here."
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Jaina and Jag were on their way to Csilla. Jaina had wanted to take to Aeria about her night out, but Leia had said she wasn't up yet.

They dropped out of hyperspace. Jaina could see Jag's clawcraft near her.

"Jaina, we are clear to land. Here are the coordinates," Jag's voice said.

"Got them."

Jaina headed toward the planet. She landed near Jag's clawcraft. He hurried out and came over to help her.

"Welcome to Csilla," Jag told her as she climbed down the ladder.

Jaina smiled at him. He took her hand, "Come on, its not far to my parents."

"What about our stuff?" Jaina asked.

"This is their private docking bay. We'll get it later," Jag said dismissively.

Jaina stopped, "You're thinking about a quick exit, aren't you?"

"Um, I-"

"You are! Don't you lie to me, Jagged Fel!" Jaina stated.

"I'm not! I just want to be prepared."

Jaina rolled her eyes. She went over to her X-Wing and pulled out her bag. She then went to Jag's clawcraft and pulled out his. Jag jogged over and took them, "I'll carry them."

Jaina handed him the bags. She then leaned over and kissed him, "It's going to be fine, you'll see."

She turned and walked toward the door. Jag mumbled under his breath, "You haven't met my father."
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Jag entered his house nervously. He and Jaina set their bags down in the hall. Syal Antilles Fel, upon hearing someone enter, walked into the hall.

"Jagged!" she cried out, crushing her son in a tight hug which he equally returned, "I've missed you!"

"I've missed you too, Mom," Jag said, then released her, "Mom, this is Jaina Solo."

"Very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Fel," Jaina said politely, shaking her hand.

"Syal, please," she returned, "Jag, I have a feeling this isn't a normal visit."

"Mom, prehaps we should sit down," Jag suggested. Syal nodded. They went into the sitting room. Jaina sat in a chair, back to the door. Syal was seated on a couch next to Jaina. Jag stood next between both women.

"Mother, there is no easy way to say this. Over the course of-"

"I'm pregnant with your son's child," Jaina blurted out, tired of waiting.

Syal's eyebrows shot up, "Oh?"

"Yes," Jaina nodded.

Syal watched Jaina squeeze Jag's hand. She saw the look that passed when their eyes met. She could see how much her son loves this woman, "This is a surprise, but I am very happy for you both."

"Thanks, mom," Jag said warmly. Syal hugged both he and Jaina, "I'm going to be a grandmother!"

"What?"

Jag whirled around. Baron Soontir Fel stood in the doorway, eye glaring daggers, "What did you just say, Syal?"

Syal broke away from the two and went over to her husband. She placed a hand on his shoulder, "You heard me, 'Tir. Jag and his girlfriend are having a child."

Soontir's eyes narrowed even further, which Jag had thought impossible. He stared at Jag, "Colonel, I order you to remain here on Csilla and send her away."

"No," Jag stated.

"You will be court martialed for leaving the Chiss!" Soontir snapped angrily.

"Fine. I'm not leaving Jaina."

Soontir then took a good look at Jaina. His eyes grew wide with disbelief, "Jaina Solo! A Solo, Jag? How could you?"

"Just because you had some old silly quarrel with her father does not matter, Father," Jag said icily, "just remember, this is your grandchild we are speaking of here."

That got Soontir's attention, "How did Solo take it?"

"My dad is happy for us," Jaina told him.

Soontir closed his eye. He wasn't about to let Solo make him the bad guy. Princess Leia was respectable. Jaina must have inherited some of her mother's qualities. Soontir wasn't happy about it and he was definitly going to have a serious talk with his son, but he would have to accept it, "I can't let myself be the bad guy. We will speak later, Jagged, in private."

With that, Soontir turned and left. Jag glanced at his mother, "What do you think?"

"He'll come around," she said simply, then left the room.

"He's disappointed in me," Jag told Jaina, shoulders slumped.

Jaina laid her hand on his cheek, "He has no reason to be."
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Aeria and Kyp walked back to the Solos's apartment. Aeria smiled at Kyp, "Thanks for tonight."

"It was my pleasure."

"Are they always that wild?" Aeria asked as they approached the door.

"No," Kyp admitted, "they are usually worse."

Aeria laughed. She couldn't imagine. Wes had started dancing on the bar. He had fallen into a table. He was fine, but he was more concerned about his bottle of ale, "Is it always that destructive?"

"No," Kyp shook his head, "at least not as far as I know."

Aeria shook her head. She kissed his cheek, "Thank you."

"Anytime," Kyp waved and left. Aeria watched the view from behind. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to stop what she was thinking. It must be the ale, she concluded, yes, that was it.
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"I don't know...," Aeria responded, trailing off. Luke had askd her if she wanted to be trained. She had the potential, just like her siblings. She could be very powerful.

"Think it over," Luke told her, and left. He had seen her in the mess. Aeria closed her eyes in thought.

"Seat taken?"

Aeria opened her eyes and saw Kyp standing in front of her, "Go ahead."

Kyp sat across from her, "I often get that look after talking to Master Skywalker."

"Pardon?"

"Never mind," Kyp waved his hand dismissively, "What's up?"

"Uncle Luke just mentioned training me," Aeria responded, "I don't know if I want to or not. I know how much Jedi are sent away. I've been gone long enough. No offense or anything."

"None taken," Kyp responded, "It is hard. Jaina about drove herself to insanity."

"I know. Plus, I've just got here. I don't want to be sent away any time soon."

"Jedi training takes awhile," Kyp answered.

"True," Aeria nodded, then made a face of disgust, "This is the worst food I've ever eaten and I've eaten some bad stuff."

Kyp laughed, "This stuff makes the so called food they gave me in the Kessel mines sound good."

"You were in the mines!" Aeria asked, shocked.

"Yes," Kyp answered. He told her the story of how he got there and his eventual escape.

Aeria listened closely. When he finished his tale, she responded, "Wow. I know what happened next."

"Same with the rest of the galaxy," Kyp muttered bitterly.

"You could have done something worse," Aeria told him.

"Like what?"

"You could have built Threepio. Stars, is that droid annoying! I don't know who did it, but they should be smacked hard!" Aeria responded.

That brought a grin from Kyp, "Fortunatly, I haven't spent much time with him."

Aeria rolled her eyes, "Trust me, it's not a pleasure."

Kyp watched her as she shook her head. She glanced down at her tray again, "I can't eat anymore. I'll see you later."

"Bye," Kyp mumbled as he watched her get up and leave. She was beautiful. Her eyes were hazel in color. She had short brown hair, reaching just under her chin. Kyp wanted to run his fingers through her silky hair.

Kyp shook his head. Stop! he told himself. Kyp stood up quickly and hurried out of the mess. He couldn't think about her now.
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Syal had taken Jaina out that evening to get to know her. Soontir had told Jag to wait for him in the den. Jag stood in front of the window, staring out at the icy landscape, hands clasped behind his back.

"Son."

Jag turned around as his father entered the room and closed the door. He had a glass in his hand. He sat down in a large chair.

"Have a seat."

Jag sat across from his father, mentally bracing himself for whatever attack his father was going to give.

"I've been thinking, Jagged, since this afternoon," Soontir began, "You've changed. When you left, I rarely saw joy on your face. It's a welcome change, I assure you. Your mother and I have worried about you since Davin, Cherith, and Chak died. I am glad you found happiness. However, I do not approve of your current situation."

"Regardless of if you approve or not," Jag began, but Soontir stopped him.

"Allow me to finish. I do not want you to leave Jaina. You got yourself into this situation, its yours to deal with. While I don't like it, I will accept it for my grandchild's sake," Soontir said.

Jag's jaw dropped, "Uh, thank you, sir."

"Surprised son? I can be agreeable. Beside," Soontir said winking, "I refuse to let Han Solo handle this better than me."
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