Throughout the galaxy, Jedi who had been close to Jaina, or even met her for a brief second, felt the pain of the Sword of the Jedi.
On Reonoq, where the Millennium Falcon was fighting off the clawcraft fighter squadron in the planet's atmosphere, the YT-1300 shot down the third clawcraft that attempted to bombard the Celestial Palace in order to wipe out Thuruht when Leia and Allana suddenly gasped in pain from the Falcon's belly turret. They grabbed painfully at their waists, and because of this distraction on their part, the Falcon took several hits from the clawcraft, rocking the ship every which way.
"Leia, Allana, what's wrong?" Han's voice asked through their headsets.
Neither of them could answer for a few moments as the Falcon took even more hits.
"It's... it's Jaina!" Leia screamed. Another hit from one of the clawcraft gave the Falcon another rough shake.
"What?!" Han and Allana both asked in shock.
"She's not dead!" Allana affirmed. "But... she's in great pain!" Then the ship shook again.
In another part of the galaxy, Ben, who was sitting in one of the seats of the passenger cabin of Captain Ford's yacht, similarly grasped at his waist in pain. Five-U, who happened to be there, scurried over to Ben's side, asking him what was wrong.
"Something happened to my cousin, Jaina!" he exclaimed.
On Shedu Maad, where Grand Master Luke Skywalker continued to sift through duty reports on his datapad, he also grasped in pain that Jaina had just suffered, dropping the datapad onto the floor.
In the medical frigate of the unknown system, Jaina, the lower half of her body now gone, painfully and agonizingly crawled along the deck of the medical frigate, her fried nerves along where her waist used to be screaming for her to pay all of her attention towards. But, as the Sword of the Jedi, even with the lower half of herself gone, she wouldn't give up for as long as she lived; not while Vestara was still on the loose, and potentially endangering Jag's life.
There were so many thoughts about her predicament that Jaina placed in the back of her mind; how badly mutilated and handicapped she now was, the thought of never being able to be intimate with Jag again, and her never being able to bear children. Her one hope, for now, was that she wouldn't be too late in stopping Vestara from killing her husband.
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When Jag, who was waiting patiently in the pilot's seat for his wife to return, heard the footsteps behind him approach the cockpit, he smiled and stood up to turn around. "So did you get that Sith...?" He trailed off as he saw not Jaina standing at the entrance of the cockpit, but a slightly-scarred face that he was all too familiar with.
Jag then whipped out his blaster and aimed it at Vestara in anger, who only continued to stand there and smile, given that Jag didn't fire yet.
"What have you done to my wife, Sith?!" Jag exclaimed.
Vestara's smirk seemed to grow bigger. "She's not here, but I am," she said. "What do you think happened?"
Jag fumed at the implication of his wife's death as he looked into Vestara's eyes, his hands shaking. The Sith just stared back with the closest thing to what could be described as an apathetic grin.
Then, after several seconds, Jag let loose a flurry of bolts at point-blank range for Vestara.
But in less than a second, Vestara moved like a flash as she more-than quickly unhooked her lightsaber, activated it, and redirected all the bolts throughout the cockpit before slicing his weapon in half, leaving him completely defenseless as she impaled him through the heart.
Jag, seized in shock and pain from the lightsaber, first looked down at the blazing blade that killed him before looking up at Vestara. The Sith then gradually pulled the blade out of the man's chest, deactivated it, and casually hooked it back to her belt as she watched him first collapse to his knees, then he fell prone to the floor, his life now gone.
With leisurely pace, Vestara stepped past Jag's corpse, seated herself in the YT-2400's pilot seat, disembarked from the engine-less medical frigate, and moments later, she launched the ship into hyperspace.
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It was then that Jaina felt what she least wanted to feel in the Force, and she allowed herself to collapse completely to the floor to revel in the misery provided by Jag's death.
Her deep, agonizing grief carried through the Force for all the Jedi, whom she knew, to feel. This drastically affected Leia and Allana's performances further on Reonoq, distracting them with the combined pain of Jaina's angry sadness with the agony she continued to suffer at having the lower half of her body removed from her. Leia and Allana themselves had felt Jag's death through the Force, and this only further distracted them.
"We're losing shields, what's going on?!" Han shouted.
"Jag's dead!" Allana cried. "And Jaina can't bare that pain!"
A final hit at the belly of the Falcon then sent it spiraling out of Han's control as it corkscrewed down for the ground.
"Brace yourselves!" he called.
Moments later, the YT-1300 plowed into the ground, skidding across the dusty landscape for several meters as it lost its parts.
It was still skidding as it erupted into a flaming fireball.
The deaths of the Solos resonated through the Force, only adding to Jaina's sobbing and crying, while Ben and Luke could practically feel the fire that consumed Han and Leia. Five-U held Ben up from completely collapsing to the deck of the yacht's passenger cabin while Luke didn't even pick his datapad from off the floor.
Neither Luke or Ben managed to recover from the Solos' deaths before Jaina simply allowed herself to be consumed by all the pain she felt-physically, mentally, and emotionally-and then both halves of her body simply faded into the Force. Luke and Ben, in turn, simply allowed the tears they felt to flow freely from their faces.
On Reonoq, Allana, who only survived because the Falcon's explosion burst the dorsal turret from the main body to crash elsewhere along the dusty landscape, also allowed herself to sob and cry at the loss of her grandparents, her cousin, and cousin-in-law, completely ignoring the broken bones and ruptured organs in her body that resulted from the crashing of the dorsal turret. The blood that spilled from her mouth began to pool with her tears at her feet.
She didn't even notice as the turret began to sink beneath the ground of Reonoq, with the Killiks beneath it, who took shelter from the bombardment of the Celestial Palace, pulling it down to help Allana, as they felt all of her pain through the Force via ThurThul.
She will live, the hive mind thought, as one of us.
Formbi, one of the most recent members of Thuruht, agreed with that sentiment as he watched that turret sink into Thuruht's underground caverns, his heart attack now a mere memory, having been quickly treated by the Thuruht's expert healers.
In the space above Reonoq, Admiral Ar'alani received reports of the Millennium Falcon's downfall with a smirk. "Not even the Fels, much less the Solos, could conquer the Chiss Ascendancy by themselves," she contemplated with a satisfied tone. "Just as the Fels' luck ran out, so, too, did the Solos'."