One Week Later...

With a retinue of four armed Chiss bodyguards in front of him, four behind him, and one at either side of him, Baron Soontir Fel was escorted directly into the conference room of the Galactic Alliance Star Destroyer Admiral Ackbar. Once the door had closed behind the Chiss delegation, Fel's wary guards parted from their positions to allow him to sit down in the chair reserved for him at the conference table. As they took up positions in one corner of the room, adjacent to where the Corellians had their bodyguards stationed and opposite to where the GA guards held their entire half of the room, Fel looked to the people he was dealing with.

Seated to his left was the now-exonerated Admiral Peecar, having had his commission in the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force—renamed from simply being the Chiss Expansionary Force—returned to him just four days earlier. Fel had been one of Peecar's supporters in the Chiss Ruling Council after the release of the recordings on the HoloNet which exposed Admirals Iosha and Ulaska as Sith (and after those recordings were authenticated and proven not to be fakes). Fel and Peecar were the only ones on their side of the table as they faced the two members of the Corellian delegation directly across from them.

Peecar was facing Corellian Admiral Gojap Prest, looking as professional as his Chiss counterpart and not giving anything away in his face or body language about his feelings on the matter that they were all about to discuss. Fel himself was facing Corellian Prime Minister Aidel Saxan, who was as stoic and professional as Prest.

And at the head of the table sat GA Chief of State Cal Omas. Standing to his right was Admiral Nek Bwua'tu while acting Jedi Grand Master Kenth Hamner. to his left

"Prime Minister Saxan, Representative Fel, shall we begin?" Omas asked.

"I feel comfortable beginning, Chief Omas," Saxan answered evenly.

"As do I," Fel followed up with the same tone.

"Prime Minister Saxan, let us begin with you," Omas said. "I understand that, as we speak, efforts are being made to shut down and disassemble the project meant to reactivate Centerpoint Station as a weapon, as it had been used during the Corellian Insurrection nearly two decades ago?"

"That is true, Chief Omas," Saxan replied. "In fact, as of this morning, the droid that had been built to operate the station for that purpose has been completely deconstructed back to its component parts. We are still, however, data-purging all files relevant to getting the station to operate in that capacity again. And with both the help of the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi Order, we are making sure that nothing about the making of that droid is to be recovered afterwards. Master Hamner can verify that himself, if he would like."

"It is as the Prime Minister says, Chief Omas," Hamner spoke up.

"Excellent," the Chief of State said. "And about the emergency election for a new Head of State for Corellia. I hear it's going well in the aftermath of Thrackan Sal-Solo's death?"

"It is going very well, all things considered," Saxan confirmed. "And as you may already know, Chief Omas, we already have three applicants in the running."

Omas nodded before he shifted his attention to the Chiss delegation. "Now, Representative Fel, do you agree to make sure that, with Admiral Peecar's help, all Chiss forces will pull out of Galactic Alliance territory and return to the Ascendancy territories?"

"Yes, Chief Omas," Fel answered. "We will also make sure that Admiral Iosha will face trial for her crimes in leading the Expansionary Defense Force into war against the GA. Furthermore, an extensive investigation into potential Sith agents in our ranks, namely our military ones, will be conducted so that those agents may also face trial for their crimes and intentions."

"Very well then," Omas said. "So let's hammer out the finer details of this arrangement."

The next hour of discussions, which were basically just fleshing out the agreement between all three parties, went more or less smoothly between all of them.

That was except in the middle of those discussions when it came to one particular detail.

"I'm sorry, Chief Omas," Fel said, "but why will you not give Jaina Solo up to the Chiss Ascendancy for her crimes against it?"

"Because, Representative Fel," Omas replied, "there is ample evidence supporting that Jaina Solo has committed at least two heinous crimes within GA territory. If you would like, Master Hamner may present those pieces of evidence at your convenience when this meeting is over."

"Very well," Fel said. "Please, continue."

Less than half an hour later, the meeting came to an end with Omas, Saxan, and Fel all signing the peace treaty documents between their governments.

But right after the flimsiplast documents were signed and taken by Prest, Peecar, and Bwua'tu, the only people remaining in the room were Fel, Omas, their guards, and Hamner.

"So what were Jaina Solo's crimes and what are the pieces of evidence for them?" Fel asked.

Hamner placed a datapad down on the tabletop and activated a holodisplay depicting several grisly images of massacres that occurred on Coruscant and the independently-owned Star Destroyer Errant Venture. The acting Grand Master narrated the events that were determined by the GA military's top forensics department with an emotionless tone as the images went by.

Once the images were done playing, Hamner said, as he put his datapad back into the folds of his robes, "We also have testimony from Jacen Solo and Ben Skywalker that Jaina had, indeed, committed these crimes. And their testimony will be used in her trial; she has already been arraigned. If you would like, Representative Fel, you may attend the trial and see whether or not she is more deserving to be in a Chiss prison or a GA prison."

Fel sat up in his seat. "Very well," he said reluctantly. "I will attend the trial."

. . .

In a cold and blank steel-grey room aboard the Chiss Star Destroyer Loyalty, former Admiral Iosha stood up to her full height less than a meter from the wall to which her back was facing. Her hands were bound behind her by a pair of Force-repressing stuncuffs, and before her, six Chiss guards with charric rifles held across their chests were lined up.

Behind those guards, Admiral Peecar stood. "Does the accused have any last words?" he asked formally.

"Yes, I do," Iosha responded. "You may not live long enough, Peecar, but one day, the Sith will rise again and your precious Ascendancy will die under their heel!"

"Is that all you have to say?"

Iosha only nodded.

"Troopers!" Peecar called out. "Attention!"

The guards stiffened in place.

"Present arms!"

They aimed their weapons and released their safeties. And as Iosha readied herself to die, all she could think about was just how true her last statement was. She knew that many Chiss in the Ascendancy had mysteriously disappeared, and she had been asked by Peecar about where they could be.

Of course, she knew that Peecar wouldn't honor his word about allowing her to leave in exile if she gave up her fellow Sith among the Chiss; and that was even if she really knew where they were. If she hadn't known beforehand that he wasn't Force-sensitive, she would have thought him to be a Sith in that regard.

"Ready! Aim! Fire!" Peecar called out sequentially.

So many charric bolts were fired upon Iosha that she was dead before her body hit the floor.

Her eyes were still open.

. . .

Jacen sighed as he stood before the fenced-off entrance to the Mon Mothma Correctional Facility. Once the door opened by the press of a button from a tower guard who had been expecting him as scheduled, the Jedi walked right into the fenced pathway that separated the two prison courtyards on either side of him. He ignored the jeers and boos of the prisoners that he passed by; he even used the Force to deflect spit away from him, since those were the only things that might get past either fence, before the guards moved in to corral the prisoners.

Several minutes later, he was led by two guards to a visitors' booth; there, an old-fashioned telephone, rather than a commlink, was hung up on a receiver. With great reluctance, he sat himself down in the chair and took a moment to himself to regard the bruised, scarred, and withered woman staring at him from the other side of the transparisteel.

Then he picked up the phone at the same time that Jaina—or Judicar, as she still seemed to him—did for hers; she had to use both hands to cup the phone to one side of her face because of the Force-repressing 'cuffs around her wrists.

"What do you want?" she asked curtly.

"Just a word," he replied with the same tone.

"And that is?"

Jacen hesitated before he responded. "You know, I've been thinking about it on my way over here, and, honestly, I still can't think about what it is I wanna say."

"Mom and Dad were here before you. They knew what they wanted to say. Surprised you didn't come with them."

"I needed time. And I needed to do this alone."

"You know you only have a few minutes with me. So you better think fast about what it was you wanted to say."

"Well, in that case..." He breathed in and out before he said, "What was all it all for, Jaina?"

She blinked slowly as she considered her answer. "To give myself a new purpose in life, Jacen."

"And that purpose was to betray your family?" Jacen asked in disgust. "To betray the Jedi?"

"There was nothing else."

Jacen shook his head as his disgust mounted. "Nothing else, huh?"

"Family didn't mean so much to me after my time with the Killiks, Jacen. To be a part of that, to have what Gorog and Lomi Plo and Welk gave me... though, I guess there must've been some good in me if I had to turn against them to stop myself from killing Mom."

"So if you had that kind of willpower... then why wasn't it enough to stay with us? It wasn't just about Zekk, or Jag, or even what happened with Saba." Jacen's lips thinned before he asked, "Why were you so mad at Aunt Mara? I'd think it'd take more than just slapping you to get you to turn on all of us like you did."

"You're right, Jacen. It wasn't just about that. It was about knowing that family was just not going to be enough. I don't regret turning my back on the Killiks or the Dark Nest; they didn't truly care about me. But after that, and after Zekk, Jag, and even Saba, I... I realized that I needed something more to fulfill the emptiness I felt in myself. And the power of the dark side was right there. Lomi, Welk, and Gorog had reminded me about what it was, the power I could have and... that I thought I had foolishly cast aside during the Vong War."

"It wasn't foolish back then, Jaina. And it wouldn't have been foolish over a year ago, even after Saba."

"This coming from the guy who doesn't think there's a light or dark side to the Force."

"This isn't about me, Jaina, it's about you. And what might have been if you just... gave up after you killed Saba."

"Yeah, well, what then, Jacen? What then?"

"I don't know! I don't know what would have happened after! Maybe you would have been excommunicated from the Jedi Order, maybe you would have had to face charges, but whatever it would've been, it couldn't have been worse than this! I mean, you could be facing the death penalty for what you did on the Errant Venture alone!"

She scoffed. "And you said I might be able to serve my time and be done with it, huh?"

He gritted his teeth in frustration. "Yes, well... I wasn't thinking that clearly back on Centerpoint. I just wanted you to stop what you were doing."

"Well, if only Mom let you kill me then, you wouldn't have to wrestle with this, would you?"

Jacen seethed. "You know... I wanted to help you, Jaina. But you make it so... so hard, you know." Tears started to leak from his eyes.

Her nostrils flared from her own frustration, which was much more subdued than his. "You're going to testify against me, aren't you?"

"I have to, Jaina. I can't let justice be overcome by whatever we had as siblings."

"Then if that's your decision, I can only bet that Ben and Uncle Luke won't be as forgiving."

Jacen sighed. "No, they won't," he admitted softly.

"It'll be... interesting to see them again when my trial comes. I can only imagine how they're holding up knowing what I did to Mara." Her tone almost seemed indifferent.

"Listen to yourself," Jacen growled. "Do you even regret anything you did?"

Darth Judicar leaned forward. "What would be the point?"

Jacen's jaw dropped. "So... you're not afraid to die?"

"You know, Jacen? I don't think I'll have to face that."

"Why not?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because I know something that would make me very valuable to the Jedi."

"What?"

"Something in Wild Space that's rising even as we speak. A people once cut off from the galaxy that may be a threat to your precious Jedi Order."

Judicar grinned as she said, "A lost tribe, if you will."

THE END.

Author's Note: So there you have it, my dear readers. This is the end of this fic. Now I have considered making another sequel to make it a trilogy. However, I've found that I've pretty much done everything I wanted to do with the concept of Jaina Solo turning to the dark side. Plus, even with the whole Lost Tribe hook and the remnants of the One Sith out there, I'm honestly wondering if I should just leave it as a duology. Not to mention that since I killed Darth Krayt himself and averted Abeloth escaping from the Maw, the most I could consider is maybe a one-off short fic where Jaina can redeem herself.

Let me know with your reviews and suggestions for a potential follow-up. But unless I'm struck by a particularly compelling muse, consider this duology done and dusted.