Chapter Six- L-n-I Escort Service
"That's the Chancellor's ship?" Ira asked skeptically, pointing to a small skiff that hardly looked fit for space travel, much less fit for the Chancellor's extravagant taste.
"No, Ira, that is the Chancellor's ship," L'anyn corrected him, pointing to the much larger ship sitting just behind the skiff. It was silver and streamlined, almost like a Nubian class C-13, but a bit smaller and much gaudier. "Come along, Ira, the Chancellor is waiting."
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"Good evening, Lady Oumarin," the aged Chancellor Tyrne stood up from his seat and approached the two Jedi, "I apologize for any inconvenience that I've caused in my request, but the star-ways just don't feel safe anymore. Not since they found that hive on Dantooine, anyway."
"Your Excellency, it's no inconvenience at all, sir," L'anyn curtsied slightly and beamed, "It's been a long time since I was last on this ship. Tell me, sir, who's piloting it now?"
"Jacen Solo the third," stated a young man as he stepped into the cabin from the cockpit, "At your service, m'lady."
"Solo?" L'anyn's eyebrows shot up, "As in Han and Leia Solo?"
"The very same," he replied with pride.
"Hmm… let me guess," L'anyn touched her forefinger to her lip pensively and raised an eyebrow, "You think you're the very end of their line, correct?"
"That's right, ma'am," Jacen said with a nod, "Though others have told me that there was another."
"Well, the 'others' were right," she held her head high with as much pride as Jacen.
"Wait… you?" his eyes grew wide, "Y-you're the other Solo?"
"Well, yes and no," L'anyn crossed her arms, "I'm from the line of Solo, however my mother took my father's name and passed that on to me. I'm L'anyn Oumarin."
His jaw dropped.
"Sorry to break up the family reunion, master," Ira tapped L'anyn on the shoulder, "But shouldn't we be gracing the skies with the Chancellor's presence?"
"Right you are," Jacen charged from the room and back to the cockpit to begin preflight procedures.
"He seems a nice fellow," the Chancellor commented, referring to Jacen, as he sat back down, "Smart, quick, sometimes he seems almost able to see what's going to happen next- a skill that I've heard is quite unique to Jedi."
"Well, he is a Solo," L'anyn shrugged noncommittally then smiled, "It'd be in his blood."
Ira snickered at the small pun.
"L'anyn, you've not introduced your padawan," Chancellor Tyrne motioned to Ira.
"Oh, yes, of course, my apologies, sir," L'anyn nudged Ira forward, "Chancellor Tyrne, this is my latest padawan, Ira Solaris."
"He seems a bit old for a new padawan," the Chancellor raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"He's new for me, sir, but he's been training for the last eight years with Master Vorschen."
"Ah, yes," the Chancellor nodded, "I heard of Master Vorschen's fall. It was most depressing. He was a good friend of mine. And your previous master, correct?"
"Yes sir," L'anyn nodded and took her seat as the ship began to raise into the air.
"Well, I'll be expecting great things from this youth, then," Tyrne grinned and settled in for the flight to Naboo.