The Present

After traveling to a few different planets, Jaina finally ended back up on Coruscant. She was tired, completely worn out, both physically and emotionally. She dragged herself to walk down the street, out of money by now from she had been carrying with her for her last mission. She had not yet contacted Sidious, nor had she been contacted by him.

He thinks I'm dead. He knows what happened. He probably planned it himself. Jaina sighed deeply, eyeing her building in the distance, thinking of the long way she had yet to go. People swarmed around her in certain sections of the city in the night life, going to and from cantinas and various clubs. She just wished they would get out of her way so she could collapse upon the couch at home to sleep, for she hadn't been in her bedroom for twelve years.

From her exhaustion, she found herself falling upon the pavement, grimacing at the dirty ground. She was pulled up to her feet, someone putting her arm around their neck and assisting her a ways. She felt about ready to pass out and realized the strange odor she had been noticing since she had landed. She didn't even get the chance to look at the man that was dragging her along before she fell unconcious.

She woke up, looking around her in bewilderment. She realized that she was sitting upon a bed in a similar hotel room to that which she had just killed the man about a week before. She sat up, in shock, noticing the other person that was there.

"That was my best friend!" the man yelled harshly, jumping up as soon as he noticed she was awake. She quickly reached for the Force, clearing her mind, and grasping out her hand just in time to catching his arm as it was going towards her throat. However, she was still weak, and he managed to get a tight grasp upon her. She fell down there to the floor, realizing that if she didn't do anything to stop him, she would surely die. But that's what she wanted, after all this time and thought. Wasn't it?

A strong will surged through her, survival instinct kicking in. She pulled and grasped at his hands about her neck. She couldn't do much and air was beginning to run thin. She resorted to her lightsaber, as she always did. She reached for it at her hip, to find it was missing. The man choking her laughed manically as she found it was on the table across the room. She didn't have enough strength to call it towards her with the Force. She clawed at him, pulling hard at his hands to get them from around her neck.

Everything was a blur to her. She didn't realize what was going on. She had managed to remove his hands, but he was coming towards her with a dagger now. She grabbed his arm, twisting it behind him, struggling to keep her hold. She had it in her hand now, and the man was trying to bring her down once more by grasping her throat, sitting over her on the floor. Seeming to be her only option, she jabbed up with the dagger, the man stopping in shock. He sat still for a moment and then fell forward, dead, upon her.

Jaina gasped for air, jumping up and shoving the dead body off of her. She slowly went to get her lightsaber and return it to her belt. She stood over the body, tears streaming down her dirty face. She had learned something important tonight.

She was tired of fighting. She was tired of killing. And she finally realized that, in fact, she did not want to die.

The Past

Jaina wiped at her eyes tiredly, waiting for the doctor beside her to speak. She was in a room of the Jedi Temple's medical center, finally finding that her bouts of sickness and nausea were too much to be taken lightly. She had finally gone to the doctor. She noticed as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"What is it?" she asked, a hint of impatience with him. He turned to her with a sigh, still staring at the chart in his hand unbelievingly. She stared at him expectantly.

"You're pregnant, Jaina."

Her eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping. "You must be mistaken, Doctor."

"I am not," he said, with a hint of hurt pride. "These machines are not wrong. We have run all the tests and found that you have a life within you. Quite strange really. I would've never expected it of a Jedi. It hasn't happened in such a very long time..."

"And it hasn't happened now," Jaina insisted, her anger rising. She stood and glared at him. "You're wrong, Doctor. And I suggest you look at your droids. And destroy those medical records."

"Jaina, I can't deny the truth. However, this doesn't exactly look good for you..." Jaina rushed forward and stood in front of him.

"Doctor, you must get rid of these records. We cannot have anyone knowing about this. This is my life we're talking about here!" she whispered, enraged, her face flushing.

"And the life of another you are now carrying. I cannot professionally allow you to refuse the life of your child," the doctor said, taking a step backwards.

"I see," Jaina said bitterly, her anger finally reaching a boiling point. "I have no other choice. I can't let you ruin our lives!" And to her shock and complete amazement, the doctor let out of grunt of pain, his face twisting. She looked down in horror to see the blade of her lightsaber in the stomach of this doctor. As she pulled it out, he fell to the floor.

What made me do that? she wondered frightened. She turned, starting to run, getting out of the medical center. As she went through the doors, a few Jedi noticed her strangeness and grabbed her as she ran into them.

"What's wrong?" they asked concerned. She broke into hysterics, beginning to cry and collasped to the floor on her knees.