Legacy of the Force Exile

Chapter One Outside Corellian Space Star Destroyer Anakin Solo It wasn't exactly guilt that kept Jacen awake night after night. Rather, it was an awareness that he should feel guilty, but didn't, quite. Jacen leaned back in a chair comfortable enough to sleep in, its leather as soft as blue butter, and stared at the stars. The blast shields were withdrawn from the oversized viewport of his private office, and the chamber itself was dark, giving him an unencumbered view of space. His office was on the port side, the bow was oriented toward the sun Corell, and the stern was pointed back toward Coruscant, so he'd be looking toward Commenor, Kuat, the Hapes Cluster, the length of the Perlemian Trade Route . . . But he did not try to pick out these stars individu- ally. Astronomy was a lifelong occupation for people who spent their entire existences on only one planet; how much harder must such a study be for someone like Jacen, who traveled from star to star throughout his life? He let his eyelids sag, but his mind continued to race, as it had every day since he and his task force had rescued Queen Mother Tenel Ka of the Hapes Consortium from an insurrection, instigated by treacherous Hapan nobles aided by a Corellian fleet. In the midst of all those events, believing that Han and Leia Solo had been part of the plot, Jacen had ordered the Anakin Solo's long-range turbolasers brought to bear against the Millennium Falcon. Later, he had heard compelling evidence that his parents had played no part in that plot. So where was the guilt? Where was the horror he should have felt at an attempted act of patricide and matricide? What sort of father could he be to Allana if he could do this without remorse? He didn't know. And he was certain that until he did know, sleep would continue to elude him. Behind his chair, a lightsaber came to life with its characteristic snap-hiss, and the office was suddenly bathed in blue light. Jacen was on his feet before the intruder's blade had been fully extended, his own lightsaber in hand, thumbing its blade to life, gesturing with his free hand to direct the Force to sweep his chair out of the way. When it was clear, he could look upon the intrudershe was small enough that the chair had concealed all but the tip of her glowing weapon. On the other side of the desk stood his mother, Leia Organa Solo. But she did not carry her own lightsaber. Jacen recognized it by its hilt, its color. It was the lightsaber Mara Jade Skywalker had carried for so many years. Luke Skywalker's first lightsaber. Anakin Skywalker's last lightsaber. Leia wore brown Jedi robes, and her hair was down, loose. She held her lightsaber in a two-handed grip, point up and hilt back, ready to strike. "Hello, Mother." This seemed like an appropriate time for the more formal term, rather than Mom. "Have you come to kill me?" She nodded. "I have." "Before you attackhow did you get aboard? And how did you get into this office?" She shook her head, her expression sorrowful. "Do you think ordinary defenses can mean anything at a time like this?" "Perhaps not." He shrugged. "I know you're an experienced Jedi, Mother, but you're not a match for any Jedi Knight who's been fighting and training constantly throughout his career . . . because you haven't." "And yet I'm going to kill you." "I don't think so. I'm prepared for any tactic, any ploy you're likely to use." Now she did smile. It was the smile he'd seen her turn on political enemAllston, Aaron is the author of 'Legacy of the Force Exile', published 2007 under ISBN 9780345477538 and ISBN 0345477537.