<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042</id><updated>2011-08-01T04:31:03.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaina Solo</title><subtitle type='html'>Random ramblings of a teenage Jedi.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-6164457085270237972</id><published>2007-12-22T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:16:01.561Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I guess I've been missing for a while huh? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if only you knew the story behind that! Boy would it keep you up half the night! But I'm a nice girl really and don't want you to get nightmares just before Christmas. That would be just horrible of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, just as a quick post and a Christmas present to all my blogging friends I've got some pictures of things that happened over the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First there was that new Video Game that came out. Took me all of about 6 hours to complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146822931852123298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z5VaOqtGb4U/R20wL_7hXKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z2-9IAIIVqY/s320/halo-3-star-wars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was that time that we discovered that the Clones had been starting families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146825710695963826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z5VaOqtGb4U/R20ytv7hXLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UzhXvbaScUo/s320/cover-tk-421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, eugh, I don't even want to think about it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146826367825960130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z5VaOqtGb4U/R20zT_7hXMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4KO2SJlSi5o/s320/messin-with-chewbacca-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I've got a little video for you. Uncle Luke decided to give all of us a little "treat" and hired a Bard to come and sing for us. I'm sorry but he was the strangest person that I have ever met!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Es5HV529xI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Es5HV529xI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146831281268546770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z5VaOqtGb4U/R203x_7hXNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dh1Ed9z476g/s320/jaina-christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-6164457085270237972?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6164457085270237972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=6164457085270237972&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/6164457085270237972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/6164457085270237972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z5VaOqtGb4U/R20wL_7hXKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z2-9IAIIVqY/s72-c/halo-3-star-wars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-4531341344692279391</id><published>2007-09-29T19:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:13:02.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anakin's Home</title><content type='html'>"Hey there you two." I greeted my little brother and uncle as they appeared. I pulled each one into a hug before sitting down. "So, how was your trip?" Uncle Luke scowled jokingly at me. "You know that we're not supposed to talk about stuff like that, Jaina. However, you might like to know that Anakin managed to get us into a fight before we had even been on the planet for ten minutes."&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't my fault!" Huffed Anakin, before smiling broadly. "It worked though, didn't it? We got what we needed."&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Luke nodded, "Yes, but you have to learn that there are other ways of doing things rather than physical means Anakin."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded solemnly, "He's right you know, Ani. You should spend more time with Jacen meditating." I tried to conceal the laughter that was trying to escape my lips at the look on his face at those words. I glanced at Uncle Luke and saw that he was trying not to smile as well.&lt;br /&gt;"As if! I'd much rather spend my time practicing my saber skills." He protested.&lt;br /&gt;"How are you supposed to be at one with the Force if all you do is use your lightsaber?" Asked Uncle Luke. "You need to tune your mind and body to the Force before you can truly use a lightsaber."&lt;br /&gt;"That's why Jacen always kicks your sorry behind in duels Anakin." I stated.&lt;br /&gt;That did it, Anakin stood up. "If that's all you have to say to me, then I think I'll go get some sleep. If it won't stop me being a Jedi that is!"&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hold back my laughter any longer and as soon as I started Uncle Luke did too. Anakin took one look at us and turned on his heel.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Luke and I just sat there unable to move, anytime we thought we could stop we looked at each other and started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Anakin came flying back into the room followed by a small chicken-like creature. "Jaina! What is this thing?" He cried as he tried to get away from it. Inbetween hicups of laughter I manged to say, "That's Jacen's newest pet. It's name is Ned, I think he likes you." And decended into gales of laughter as I watched Ned chase Anakin around the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-4531341344692279391?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4531341344692279391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=4531341344692279391&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/4531341344692279391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/4531341344692279391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/09/anakins-home.html' title='Anakin&apos;s Home'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-3074289598252066593</id><published>2007-09-18T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:49:11.045+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Foiled Again!</title><content type='html'>Dark Jedi Kriss jumped through a wormhole and shoved this tag into my hands before being sucked back in shouting something about Vader and Anakin... Bizzare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I'm gonna cheat and just use my real name. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;edi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;wsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nventor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ot full of myself... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;mazing pilot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's that done with, so I tag...&lt;br /&gt;Fluke&lt;br /&gt;Jon&lt;br /&gt;Lebua&lt;br /&gt;Barris&lt;br /&gt;Efrica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwa ha! Suckers! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-3074289598252066593?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3074289598252066593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=3074289598252066593&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/3074289598252066593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/3074289598252066593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/09/foiled-again.html' title='Foiled Again!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-372600732492858334</id><published>2007-09-07T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:28:43.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again...</title><content type='html'>3-PO came running, well, shuffling really, into my room. “Mistress Jaina, your brother says to come quick.”&lt;br /&gt;I swung my legs off my bed and set the book that I had been reading down (Build Your Own Engine) “Which brother?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Why Jacen of course, as Anakin is not due back until Thursday.”&lt;br /&gt;I’d forgotten, Anakin and Uncle Luke were off on a mission. “Right where is he? 3-PO?”&lt;br /&gt;“Down in the forest clearing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived down there Jacen was sitting crossed-legged holding something small… small and featherly.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no! Not again. No way!”&lt;br /&gt;“Please Jaina, he needs me!”&lt;br /&gt;I took a step back, “No way! Remember what happened last time? I do and it wasn’t pretty.”&lt;br /&gt; “Please, this won’t be like last time. I promise.”&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;I glowered at him, “Get out of my head Solo.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry. Look how cute he is Jaina. How can you say no?”&lt;br /&gt;I frowned, “Have you forgotten about Scooter? What’s he gonna think about this?” Scooter chose that moment to very unhelpfully poke his head out of Jacen’s top pocket. Jacen beamed, “Scooter loves him!”&lt;br /&gt;I placed my hand on my hip and glared at his pet mouse. “What about it’s family? You can’t steal him, oh brother of mine!”&lt;br /&gt;Jacen frowned, “His mother was…” eaten “So he doesn’t have anyone to look after him. Please Jaina?”&lt;br /&gt;He knew he had me there. Even I couldn’t say no to that. I turned on my heal and shouted over my shoulder, “If anything goes wrong I had nothing to do with this? Okay? Nothing!”&lt;br /&gt; A few hours later I returned carrying a cage that I had made out of scrap metal, complete with a side and top door plus a handle for carrying it. Jacen beamed at me, “Thanks sis!” He opened the top door and gently tipped his new pet in. I watched him pick up the cage and start walking back. It looked like the Solo’s had gained a new family member. A little baby Nuna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-372600732492858334?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/372600732492858334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=372600732492858334&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/372600732492858334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/372600732492858334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again...'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-8726941879087144869</id><published>2007-08-03T11:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:12:14.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jedi Knight of Old. Part VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hera jumped up, shocked as Master Sapphire entered the room. I don’t know what she had done but I felt power and wisdom emitting off her like crazy. I stepped towards Hera encase she felt threatened but at the same time the Force told me it was unneeded. Hera was shocked and frightened but there was no hostility there. Just a resounding feeling of trust. I didn’t speak but watched as she stepped towards Lebua, a disbelieving look on her face. Her book hung limp in one hand and the lightsaber gripped in the other.&lt;br /&gt;Looking Master Sapphire in the eyes she whispered, “No… It can’t be…” Still holding her gaze she latched her lightsaber to the belt at the top of her trousers, something she hadn’t done in a long time. Slowly she reached up and traced the line of Master Sapphire’s face with her hand. “They told me you weren’t real… That they were just stupid dreams…” she breathed.&lt;br /&gt;Astounded I watched on as she fell to her knees, sobbing gently. “But it’s true, you’re real. And you’re here, you’re here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebua cast a helpless look at me and gently rubbed the top of Hera’s head, "Calm down Hera…" She knelt down, and Hera held her tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hera… It'll be okay," Lebua whispered gently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on the other side of Hera. “Come on. It’s ok. She’s here to help you. She’s the one the rumours were about. Her name is Lebua Sapphire.”&lt;br /&gt;Slowly Hera stopped crying and sat up. “Really? You’re going to help me?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, she is.” I answered firmly. “Now why don’t you tell us about the dreams that you had.”&lt;br /&gt;Hera sniffed and rubbed her eyes. “It was years ago. When I was still young. I must only have been about eight but I was still made to serve Tarken’s guests. They would make fun of me and call me names. The other twi’lek girls didn’t like me and they would trip me up so that I fell and got punished. When I had really bad days I cried myself to sleep and there would always be a tri’lek waiting for me there. She was so strong looking and she held two lightswords, sorry, sabers. Sometimes she would tell me that it would be all right and that we would meet someday but other times she wouldn’t speak. Just stand there and it made me feel better. Once I tried to tell the other slaves about her but they just laughed at me and I had just handed them another source of amusement to them. After a while I learnt not to mention them and eventually they stopped happening. But I never forgot her.”&lt;br /&gt;She looked up. “And now I know your name. Master Lebua Sapphire. Thank-you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebua took Hera in her arms and hugged her, whispering gently to her. I quietly stood up and stepped back from the two. I smiled as I saw them together, a blue skinned teenage twi’lek from the New Jedi Order and an indigo skinned tri’lek from the Old Republic. I felt tears well in my eyes as the Force in the room swirled gently with hope, love and most important of all, peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hurry up Hera! We are already late!” I called as Hera and I dashed down a hallway.&lt;br /&gt;Skidding to a halt outside the door giggling slightly. We both sobered up as we caught a glance of Master Sapphire.&lt;br /&gt;She pointed menacingly at us. “You two are late. You have kept the entire class waiting. You have kept me waiting. Miss Solo, you and my no good Padawan are going to be my… Victims for the day…”&lt;br /&gt;She lifted her sabers off the floor using the Force and as they lifted I looked at Hera, grinned and we both ignited ours, a purple and blue one glowing gently side-by-side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Master Sapphire's point of view is &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-8726941879087144869?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8726941879087144869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=8726941879087144869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/8726941879087144869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/8726941879087144869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/08/jedi-knight-of-old-part-viii.html' title='A Jedi Knight of Old. Part VIII'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-5783178203502200541</id><published>2007-08-03T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:46:34.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jedi Knight of Old. Part VII</title><content type='html'>I watched her as she moved around the room, touching things and muttering to herself. I cut myself off from the Force, not wanting to catch glimpses of what she was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her break down at Ben’s lightsaber. I turned away, not wanting to watch her world be ripped apart again.&lt;br /&gt;I looked up when she spoke, her voice was angry and I nodded and led the way out of the room, up countless flights of stairs and through winding corridors staying silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She followed me up the stairs without a word and then spoke at the top, "Thanks for showing me that room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and turned around to face her surprised. “Why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I am old, and allowed to be erratic and irrational."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bowed my head feeling bad for asking the question. I knew it had been the wrong thing to say as soon as it came out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I hurried after her.&lt;br /&gt;“We’re nearly there. Master Skywalker should- oh!” I broke off because at that moment he walked around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;“Jaina, there you are. Zekk said something about you arriving in a strange ship.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Master. I’ve completed the mission you set me. This is Master Lebua Sapphire.” I gestured towards her. “It’s her ship. They weren’t rumours. She’s a Jedi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as she looked at him and spoke to him. I saw tears glisten in the corner of his eye as she gave him the highest praise possible. I knew that there would be many questions and answers between the both of them. I took my leave and went to see how Hera was.&lt;br /&gt;She was in her room reading a book and jumped up in fright when I came in.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s only me Hera. I’m back.” I said gently. She loosened her grip on the lightsaber that she held.&lt;br /&gt;“You weren’t gone long Jaina.” She spoke.&lt;br /&gt;“I wasn’t. I found the source of the rumours and I came back. How have you been?”&lt;br /&gt;“I read my way through half of the library. I can’t believe how much books distract me.” She started to relax the way she always did around me.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure that distractions are the best way?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve been thinking about that as well and I’m sorry for what I did to Jacen.” She hung her head.&lt;br /&gt;“You just need someone to trust. Someone who knows what you are going through.” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;“And where is someone like that going to turn up?” she asked and picked up her book again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here." Came then reply and I looked up to see Master Sapphire standing framed in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Find out what Lebua said &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-5783178203502200541?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5783178203502200541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=5783178203502200541&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/5783178203502200541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/5783178203502200541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/08/jedi-knight-of-old-part-vii.html' title='A Jedi Knight of Old. Part VII'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-5558608057408680369</id><published>2007-08-03T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:17:21.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jedi Knight of Old. Part VI</title><content type='html'>"Wake up time, Miss Solo, we are within three minutes of Yavin 4. If you don't want me blazing in, you should wake up now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jerked myself out of my trance. I hadn’t realised I had been there for so long. I stood up and shook my legs which felt slightly numb and walked into the cockpit. “Easy journey then?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I don't know the security of this new temple, nor how you want to deal with a ship of this size, and weird make coming into range of whatever defences you have, that's up to you, Miss. Solo." She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had changed in the time I had been in that room. I noticed that she had her sabers and the sniper rifle was strapped to her back. She would certainly make an impression down at the temple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There aren’t really any defences. Uncle Luke doesn’t want to seem aggressive. The Jedi have been getting enough bad press as it is. Besides, no one ever really comes to Yavin.”&lt;br /&gt;I reached over and tapped the external comlink.&lt;br /&gt;“Jedi Temple, this is Jaina Solo. Requesting permission to land.”&lt;br /&gt;Zekk answered.&lt;br /&gt;“Sith Spit Jaina! You gave us a fright. We had no idea what was going on. Where’d you get that thing?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, always with the questions, never with the answers.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not mine. It belongs to an old friend. Now do we have permission to land or what?”&lt;br /&gt;“Huh? Oh, yea. Bay 3 is clear, it should be big enough. Or you can land at the edge of the forest and walk in. It’s up to you.”&lt;br /&gt;I looked a Lebua. “You heard the boy. It’s up to you, Captain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm too old to walk. Show me where the bay is," she replied as she pulled down, breaching the planet's atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed. “I doubt that very much.” I pointed a little left to where we were flying. “It’s over they’re built into the same cliff that part of the temple is. Here.” Again I reached down and typed in co-ordinates for the cliff. The ship would have to be taken in manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speed off towards the cliffs and Master Sapphire took the ship in beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not want to immediately meet this girl," I said as she stood up, "I want to meet your Father, and your uncle first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was planning on taking you to Master Skywalker first so that’s not a problem. But Dad… well, he’s back on Coursant.”&lt;br /&gt;We exited her beautiful ship and now it was my turn to show her around. The bay that we had docked in was at the back of the Temple so I assumed that we would have to go to the front to meet Uncle Luke.&lt;br /&gt;The walkway had massive pillars cut out of the cliff on the left with different rooms on the right. The view through the pillars looked out over Yavin’s massive forests and sounds of the outdoors drifted up to where we walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained a little about the temple as we walked. On our right different doors were open and closed, some contained young padawans being taught in groups, others solitary Jedi meditating or training by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;“We are still relatively few in numbers. There’s only around 100 Jedi at the moment and most are no where near Master level so it makes one on one teaching very difficult. Master Skywalker is trying to change that, be it slowly. He himself leads Anakin and Jacen, while Aunt Mara Jade is my mentor.” I paused at a door that was closed. “This is the mediation room, silence at all times and no lightsabers to be ignited.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned a corner and our path now took us away from the outdoors and into the main building. I paused a few hundred meters in again. “In this room we’ve begun to create a collection of Jedi artefacts and all that we know from before the Empire. Do you want to go in?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded and I wondered if it was such a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door and stepped into the room.&lt;br /&gt;“There’s not much.” I noted. Mostly books, a few sabers and other things. Everything was arranged neatly on shelves and the one thing that stood pride of place was a special lightsaber. Obi Wan’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lebua's point of view is &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-5558608057408680369?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5558608057408680369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=5558608057408680369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/5558608057408680369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/5558608057408680369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/08/jedi-knight-of-old-part-vi.html' title='A Jedi Knight of Old. Part VI'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-6772167296055249660</id><published>2007-07-31T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:09:16.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jedi Knight of Old. Part V</title><content type='html'>“Wha-? No!” I was shocked! Kill her? Why would I do that? We were Jedi, at least I was a Jedi. It was my job to protect life! Not take it away! It suddenly dawned on me that I was in a strange ship with a person that I had only known for a few hours. She could kill me and no one would ever find out what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I backed away a few steps without realising it.&lt;br /&gt;“Why would I want you to kill her? She needs help, not hurt!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to hurt you," she said calmly, "You haven't read much about the old temple, have you? We had to put down threats, specifically ones that could possibly lead to the sith. I can cleanse her mind, but that wasn't my specialty… I just know some tricks, from my-" She cut her sentence off as we passed two rooms with closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebua stopped at the next room, "Feel free to go into every room on the ship except the two I passed by. I will go watch the ship, if you need a short nap, it will be an hour or so before we arrive." I wondered what had happened to the residents of those rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her walk away and wondered how many times she had done that in her life. My first impression had been right, she had gone through trials and seen darkness and I wondered what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the bed and opened myself to the Force. I didn’t need sleep, I didn’t want sleep. I contemplated all that had happened in the last hour. The Old Temple? Well, no one knew about that thanks to the Emperor. Mind wipes? Well that one wasn’t new; Uncle Luke had tried to do that to me once. But put down threats? Just what did that mean, though I had a fair idea. But why?&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and held my head in my hands and thought about Hera. Just what did I want Lebua to do with her? Gain her trust for a start and then help her. But how? How to help her?&lt;br /&gt;The Force nudged me and showed me a picture of my Aunt. Suddenly it was all so clear.&lt;br /&gt;Hera needed a Master, someone that she could trust and Master Sapphire needed someone as well.But would she take up her lightsaber again? And how to suggest it to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Master Sapphire did &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-6772167296055249660?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6772167296055249660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=6772167296055249660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/6772167296055249660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/6772167296055249660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/07/jedi-knight-of-old-part-v.html' title='A Jedi Knight of Old. Part V'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-3616965246928318180</id><published>2007-07-29T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:11:50.701+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jedi Knight of Old. Part IV</title><content type='html'>"Magna Guard staff." She stated, "Those things are hard to come by. I had to kill a couple of them to find one that worked after they stopped working. I even had to repair that one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cool!” I picked it up gently and took a defensive stance. I activated it and purple jets of energy snapped and fizzled at both ends. It was heavy compared to a lightsaber and felt bulky in my hands. Slowly I began to spin it and moved it in arching movements that surrounded my body. As I got a feel for it I increased my speed and changed direction, letting the light of it blur into large arcs, steadily I added movement to my feet until I was travelling up and down the room, always cautious knowing that one mistake could hurt me, her or something in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I stopped and deactivated it.&lt;br /&gt;Breathing deeply I replaced it gently where I had got it. “I never did like using double ended weapons very much.” I commented.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I am a dual-wield saber specialist. In my time, a sith known as Darth Maul was a double ended saber specialist… I've seen so many fighting styles, its not even funny. There are more rooms, if you are interested, but I understand why this room attracts you so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She breathed deeply, brushing her lekkus back, throwing them into the air, allowing them to land behind her with a grace of someone much younger than I knew she must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Darth Maul…” I repeated the name. It sounded familiar. “Oh yea! He was the Sith that killed Old Ben’s Master, wasn’t he? Well, each to their own, I suppose.”&lt;br /&gt;I stepped away from all the weapons.&lt;br /&gt;“This room is nice but I’m sure the others are just as interesting. Lead on good Jedi!” I laughed, I was really beginning to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her room was very different to the armoury. It was deeper, had more feeling to it. I felt like I was intruding into something very private. I was just about to leave when one of the pictures I had avoided looking at caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful young twi’lek woman, dancing, lost in her own world. I could hardly tear my eyes away.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s your mother, isn’t it? She is stunning.”&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t sure what to say next. My relationship with my own mother was, well, difficult and I didn’t know how to talk to someone else about theirs. Again Hera floated into my mind and I knew I had to mention her soon.&lt;br /&gt;“Was she… did she ever… dance?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed, out of annoyance or uncomfort, I couldn’t tell. She answered me in simple facts. "She was a slave-dancer. My father bought her. My father fell in love with her. She died giving birth to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This really isn't about me or my mother though, is it?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head. I was glad that she had brought it up, I wasn’t sure how too. I was sorry about her parents. At least mine were still alive.&lt;br /&gt;“No. It’s like I said before, there’s a bit of a situation up at the Temple that I think you could help us with.”&lt;br /&gt;I stepped back into the hall and sighed, “I rescued a twi’lek from Tarken the Hutt. I don’t know why, she just seemed to call out to me and I could feel that she was Force sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Hera and she seemed to be happy in the Temple. She’s good with the Force for only being trained for a few months and I thought everything was going great. But then I went away for a few weeks to train with the Rouges and I had…not a vision of sorts but more of a few of what was happening at that time thing, to Jacen. My twin.&lt;br /&gt;He was being attacked but I couldn’t see whom by and when I got back I discovered that it was Hera. I’m the only person that she will let near her and she can only have females in the room with her. She freaks out if there are any men in the same room as her. We don’t know what to do with her. We guess that she might me more trusting of a twi’lek but the only other Jedi twi’lek that we have is in the outer rim and anyway, he’s male.”&lt;br /&gt;I sighed again, “I don’t know what to do. No one does.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She set her hand on her hip and said six words I never expected to come out of her mouth, "Am I to kill her then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See Lebua's side of all this &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-3616965246928318180?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3616965246928318180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=3616965246928318180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/3616965246928318180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/3616965246928318180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/07/jedi-knight-of-old-part-iv.html' title='A Jedi Knight of Old. Part IV'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-8649222896150639928</id><published>2007-07-27T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:56:48.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jedi Knight of Old. Part III</title><content type='html'>I landed gracefully in the bay that Lebua had told me. My ship wasn't thatimpressive. It was once a simple ship used for getting people from one sideof the galaxy to the other, but Anakin and I had done a bit of work on itlike all the Jedi ships and it now had basic weapons and powerful iondrives.I gasped as I saw the ship that Lebua owned. It was massive and like nothing I had ever seen before. I knew straight away that it would have no troublegetting mine to Yavin IV. Where on Coursant had that thing come from? Ialso vaguely wondered what Uncle Luke and Anakin would think when it landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get anything you may need from your ship, and we'll get going right away.” She said when I arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a blaster from my ship and locked it. My lightsaber hung from my belt. Those were the only two things that I ever needed. I stepped up on the ramp and into the ship. It gave off a strange feel. I guessed its history was as mysterious and unknown as Master Sapphire's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took my ship into hers before speaking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me a second to get it out, and then you and I, we can talk, and I will let you explore this little monstrosity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled. That would be fun. I gently touched a wall. It was smooth and cold to the touch and sent a shiver through me. "You'd best come out of hyperspace a little way from Yavin IV so you don't scare the pants off everyone in the temple. Jacen will know that it's me though. So does this thing have a name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope," she said simply, "I just call it the Langorian. Which is ridiculous, because that's the planet its from. And I will make sure they don't die from fright. This old girl is quite scary. Looks like a ghost ship because of the rusty colouring…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared. "But every ship has to have a name!" Then what she said sunk in. Langoria! "You are kidding me! This thing came from Langoria? Wow! It does explain a lot though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started the hyper thrusters… and looked at me, "Want to see something neat… How long does it normally take to get to Yavin? It’s been so long…”&lt;br /&gt;I scrunched my brow, "Umm... Back to Yavin, about three and a half hours in the Falcon so in a normal ship around four." I looked sideways at her. "But this isn't a normal ship, is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed, "No, its not a normal ship, but its no Falcon. I fought along side the Falcon on the second battle on the Death Star. She's amazing… So agile… Nimble… Your father is very lucky. This ship, it will make it in two. But, this is a worthless hunk of junk in combat. It can't manoeuvre, its got really big guns, and pretty strong shields, but it can't evade… Sorry. I used to fly CIS Bombers on runs for the GAR," I responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gawped. This was no ordinary Jedi MasterLebua just kept coming out with more surprises. Only two hours to Yavin? CISBombers on runs for the GAR? What hadn't this girl done?"You flew on the Death Star assault? Then, do you all ready know Uncle Luke? As for this ship, I don't think that it's a hunk of junk. But then, that's what Dad always says about the Falcon, so I guess it's almost a part of you. Could I take a look at its engine sometime? If you stick around…" I suddenly stopped talking, thinking that that was the wrong thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never met your uncle. That would have thrown off something with him as far as the force is concerned. And if you'd like, you can look at the engine. It's incomprehendable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ship was ready in orbit, Lebua hit some buttons, and the engines hummed loudly, then there was a green flash, and it looked like a rainbow as we flew and the star's light refracted against the movement of the ship on the outside. It was so pretty and I was distracted by it slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're the type of person I have you pegged for, I'm sure you'll want to see the armoury room first." With that she stood, and walked out of the cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly tripped over myself in excitement. Armoury? Brilliant! I hurried after Master Sapphire taking in everything I saw, feeling like a little child again. This ship was massive and so complex I couldn't even begin to comprehend its secrets and hallways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out a breath as I stepped into that room. It was astounding. Now being a Jedi I’m not supposed to believe in offensive tactics but I’m also not like Jacen who will try not to defend himself, if at all possible. But even Jacen would have liked a look in here.&lt;br /&gt;There was every sort of thing imaginable as well as a few that weren’t!&lt;br /&gt;Remains of old enemies and weapons were scattered along the wall but one particular stood out. It sat beside something that looked like it was once a Beam Gun but I wasn’t sure, the one that I was interested in looked like it had been an electro staff at one point but had been altered and worked on until it was changed completely.&lt;br /&gt;I pointed at it.&lt;br /&gt;“What is that thing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See Lebua's version of events &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-3-sapphire.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-8649222896150639928?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8649222896150639928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=8649222896150639928&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/8649222896150639928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/8649222896150639928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/07/jedi-knight-of-old-part-ii_27.html' title='A Jedi Knight of Old. Part III'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-7024255758221560743</id><published>2007-07-24T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:57:24.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jedi Knight of Old. Part II</title><content type='html'>I breathed deeply, drawing on the Force. What was I going to do with her? I didn't know. I don't think Uncle Luke really expected the rumours to be true, my orders had just to check it out. But I also knew that he would want me to bring her back to the temple so that we could learn about the old ways. There was so much that she could teach us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused I went inside my mind for a moment to seek refuge. Suddenly Jacen's face appeared from nowhere. "Let her decide Jaina. She is her own person, and there is no way you could bring her in by force. She was probably a Jedi Master. She will know what to do."I opened my eyes and looked at Lebua's. "I don't know." I answered truthfully. "I'm guessing that you don't want to go back to the temple because you never made contact. I don't know why that is. Perhaps you don't like the changes that Uncle Luke made. The thing is that we know so little about the Jedi back then, it would be brilliant if you could come back with me and teach us, Master."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes widened and she spun the gun on the table, sending both of our glasses flying. She lunged across the table and pressed her gun to my throat.&lt;br /&gt;"Who told you I was a master?!" she demanded, her eyes wide, with… was that fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Jedi knows no fear." The words echoed in my mind as my hand shot for my lightsaber. Then I felt eyes on me; half the bar was looking at us and the source of the commotion. I couldn't reveal what I was down here! Tension crackled all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calmly I gently pushed the end of the gun away from me. "No one told me anything. I just assumed." I said with practiced patience."You must have been powerful to survive the purge... Only two others managedit..."I didn't want to ask her about that day. It must have been terrible, everyone that she knew and cared for dead... murdered by my own Grandfather... I repressed a shudder. I looked at her sideways, her eyes were blazing, not unlike Dad's sometimes, tentively I asked, "That's a 'No' for coming back to the temple then?" I was sitting on the edge of my seat, ready to react should she attackagain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She released me but moved the gun back into position, holding it steady. Her tone was annoyed when she spoke. "I will come. But if you ever hide your emotion again, I will blow your brains out of your head."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm old," she muttered, "I'm grumpy, and I've had a hard life. My past is my own, but if you would like me to come to the temple. I will come and I will teach with lessons from my past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. "Really?", I blinked. I hadn't expected her to come at all, just to melt back into the streets after our encounter. "Wow... That's... Brilliant!" I smiled at her, and stood up. "Let's go then!" I chucked a few credits to the bar keep and looked again at the indigo twi'lek.&lt;br /&gt;Hera again passed through my mind."The thing is, at the moment there's a bit of a... situation at the Temple... I think that you could help us,"I thought about explaining but then decided to leave it for the journey. "It's a long story. I'll tell you on the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed. It was like nothing I’d ever heard and she swifty covered her mouth. "There is nothing that I haven't encountered." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, "You flying?"&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, "Sure thing. I have a Jedi Ship docked in the bay. It should fit both of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can fly us both out, with your ship in my cargo-bay," she told me, "Unless you don't trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, I did trust her. I knew that.So I agreed. "Sure, if your ship can take mine. I'd love to see it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Meet me by the Empty Lot, coordinates, 51-62. I will pick up your ship there, so we have room for the exchange."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. "51-62" I muttered to make sure I remembered. I gave her a waveand walked off, trying to push the thought that said she was going to make a run for it to the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read Lebua's side of the story &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-2-sapphire.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-7024255758221560743?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7024255758221560743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=7024255758221560743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/7024255758221560743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/7024255758221560743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/07/jedi-knight-of-old-part-ii.html' title='A Jedi Knight of Old. Part II'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-5421569999756485077</id><published>2007-07-20T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:03:27.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jedi Knight of Old</title><content type='html'>The bar was hot and stuffy. I managed to find a seat and sit down ordering a Cosmix Cocktail. Music pumped around me as I sweeped the building with the Force. There was definitely something there but where and what? I took a sip of my drink and decided to let the twi'lek come to me if she was here. Something told me that it would be difficult to find her if I tried to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced around again. Something caught my eye in a dark corner, a slight glow. Another look told me that it was someone’s eyes glowing. Most of the person was concealed under a cloak but I could tell that it was a female Twi'lek. Reaching out with the Force I could tell that she was the one I was looking for.I realised that she was looking directly at me and I knew that she knew that I was looking for her. Clever of her. I too studied her back. There was something about her eyes that me feel uneasy. Darkness, she had seen a lot. Too much, gone through trials. And I knew that she posed no threat to the temple and something told me, on impluse, that only she could help Hera. Steadying myself with the help of the force I took a breath and dandered over to her table, where her sniper rifle was lying plainly. Sliding into the seat next to her I nodded at it. "A favourite?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends;" she responded, "I've had it since I was eleven. Old GAR Training."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whistled at the bar keep, and spoke in Wookie. He brought over two drinks. One was a light martini; the second was a double shot. She pushed the martini to me, "Oh me. I've heard of you,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the drink that she ordered for me and took a sip, trying not to let my surprise show. I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise to me any more that people know who I am. At one time my family was the most well known in the galaxy. I looked at her again. "I guess my parents reputation follows me around a bit. But you, you have a reputation, but no name to go with it. Rumour has it that GAR Training wasn’t the only type you had..."&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that I wasn't being too blunt. I didn't want to scare her away. But something also told me that it would take a lot to scare this female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I heard of some of the things you've done," she responded, "But I will admit, they have a large shadow that is hard to get out of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed and a bit flattered as well. She had heard of me, not just my parents! Noting that she had ignored my comment either by accident or on purpose I took the conversation round to a different angle. I smiled at her. "So you've heard of me and you know my name. But I still don't know yours." I took another sip of the drink and watched the liquid in it spin as I fiddled with the stick in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As of now, you can call me Leuba Sapphire ,"she said, "I am sure you've heard something of me. Somewhere. Even if it is just a whisper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gasped as Leuba let down her hood to show her three leku. "It is you." I breathed. "Then it's true. You are a Jedi..." I was suddenly overcome by an awe that I couldn't describe, it was somewhat like the feeling that I had when I first saw Uncle Luke show me the Force, but it was something much more, deeper. This Leuba Sapphire was a Jedi Knight Of Old!&lt;br /&gt;She raised my eyebrow, "Now that you know," she asked, "What are you going to do to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read Lebua's side of the story &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-hope-part-1-sapphire.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-5421569999756485077?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5421569999756485077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=5421569999756485077&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/5421569999756485077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/5421569999756485077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/07/jedi-knight-of-old.html' title='A Jedi Knight of Old'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-5922665925939207528</id><published>2007-07-16T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:56:52.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yellow Lightsaber?</title><content type='html'>I had often wandered the back streets of Coursant. Something drew me there that I supossed was my father’s genes coming out in me. However there was another reason for being down here today. Rumours had reached Master Skywalker’s ears of what people were calling a rouge Jedi, but no one in the temple had ever heard of a twi'lek that fitted the vague descriptions of her. I hadn’t wanted to leave Hera following what had happened at the temple but even Hera had to admit that I was best fitted for this assigment. So I kept her ears and eyes open in search of clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, a yellow energy sword. That’s what I heard.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be stupid, no one has a yellow one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whispered converstaion reached my alert ears. I spun on her heal and located the source of the voices. A man and a Ishi Tib were leaning up against a wall discussing the colour of a lightsaber. Walking over to them I greeted them. “I didn’t think that there are any yellow energy swords. I’d like to meet someone with one though. I’ve never even seen a real Jedi before.”&lt;br /&gt;The human regarded me. “Yea, well there aren’t that many any more are there?”&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, “I don’t know much about this stuff. What were you saying about a yellow energy sword?”&lt;br /&gt;The Ishi Tib jerked his head over his shoulder, “Rumours that a twi’lek with three braids uses one. From in there.”&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks mister. I’ll go see if I can find her. I wonder if she is a real jedi?”&lt;br /&gt;The human laughed, “Not much chance of that. She probably got lucky in a fight and took it.”I let my face fall. “Oh. Well, I’ll go and look anyway. Bye.” I waved and walked into the bar that I had been directed to wondering if my sources were in any way reliable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-5922665925939207528?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5922665925939207528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=5922665925939207528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/5922665925939207528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/5922665925939207528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/07/yellow-lightsaber.html' title='A Yellow Lightsaber?'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-1935359701196498218</id><published>2007-06-18T16:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:37:55.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Timing</title><content type='html'>I spent most of my time with Hera. She wasn’t getting any better or any worse. Uncle Luke wasn’t too sure as to what to do, so I did the best I could. I was her friend. Abruptly one day she asked me a question. “Jaina, do you ever have dreams?” I looked up from the work I was doing. “Yea, all the time. Mostly they are just nonsense though. Why?”&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged, “I dunno, I was just wondering. So you don’t know what it’s like for the Force to send you a vision?”&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, “Sorry Hera. Although Jacen has them sometimes.”&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, “Really? What does he do? Do they ever come true?”&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head again. “He just lets life run its course. The future is always shifting; it’s not set like the past. Sometimes I think that by trying to change the future of a vision we make that thing come true.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh.” Was Hera’s reply and she started reading her book again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. Hera grabbed her lightsaber and Aunt Mara Jade stuck her head in, “Jaina, Master Skywalker wants to talk to you.” She came in. “I’ll wait here.”&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my stuff said bye to Hera and went to find my Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in the council chamber. I bowed, “You wanted to see me Master?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ah yes, Jaina. I know you are very concerned with Hera at the moment, but I need to send you on a solo mission.”&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him, he couldn’t be serious? What would happen to Hera if I left? Unlce Luke seemed to read my mind. “I think this will be good for Hera as well. You have reassured her, I think she might cope better than you think.”&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it for a minute. “Can’t you send someone else?”&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head, “Sorry, but this suits you down to the ground.”I let out a breath. “Ok, I’ll go.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-1935359701196498218?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1935359701196498218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=1935359701196498218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/1935359701196498218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/1935359701196498218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/06/bad-timing.html' title='Bad Timing'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-8039964932213374967</id><published>2007-06-04T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:11:31.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears and a Story</title><content type='html'>Jacen was in the common room with a bunch of other teenage Jedi. I clamped my hand to my mouth when I saw him. There was a lovely purple bruise around his left eye and his top lip was split.&lt;br /&gt;I ran up to him and touched it. “Oh my word Jacen! What happened? I saw you being attacked! Who was it? How did you get that? Are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;Jacen looked up in surprise as I ran towards him and flinched at my touch. “Ah, don’t touch that! What are you doing back from the Rouges? Wait, did you say you saw me?”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, that’s why I came home. You were calling for me.”&lt;br /&gt;Jacen pulled his hand through his brown hair and leaned back. “But how? I mean… a vision?”&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head. “I saw it as it happened.”&lt;br /&gt;“Then you’d better go and see her.” He answered. I was confused, “See who?” I asked and Jacen spoke the one word that I had never in my wildest dreams expected to hear.&lt;br /&gt;“Hera.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the library out of breath and so confused. Jacen had told me that he had gone to meditate in the mediation room for a change and as he mentally ran through lightsaber moves and techniques he had to reach for it for real. He said that Hera had attacked him for no reason. Yelling at him to get away from him. That she couldn’t have him anywhere near her. He had fought her, trying to reason wit h her but she had knocked him flat and ran to the library. She had stayed there ever since. She wouldn’t let anyone near her, the only people that could talk to her were female and the only person that she talked back to was Aunt Mara Jade. She always asked for me. I couldn’t believe it, I just couldn’t. Not Hera, she was far to gentle and nice. There was no way that she had done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in a corner reading a book, her lightsaber in the hand that wasn’t being used. She was so peaceful looking, how could she have done that to Jacen?&lt;br /&gt;“Hera?” I stepped out from the bookcase and she jumped up, her book falling on the floor and her lightsaber raised, but not light. “Hera, it’s me, it’s Jaina.” I don’t know what I expected her to do, but I was caught unawares when she ran to me and hugged me crying. I hugged her back, trying to avoid her Lekus as I knew they were sensitive. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on Hera?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat side by side on the floor of the farthest corner of the library. There were no more tears, they were all spent on both sides. It was just the facts now, a story being told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was six when I was taken into slavery. I can’t remember much about my life before hand. For ten years I was kick around when I did things wrong and ignored when I did things right. Tarken chained me to him sometimes, he just watched me dance others. All the time for as long as I can remember I was under the eyes of males who stared at my body and tried to touch me. I had no friends, no one cared for me. My life was made up of one day after another, just trying to get through it without being pinched or slapped. And then one day you came. I saw hope and a promise in your eyes. But you left and I was filled with more hopelessness. But you came back and freed me. You brought me here and it was everything I ever wanted, I felt safe and loved. I had friends and I had a home for the first time in my life. Gradually my security faded, I began to have nightmares about being taken back into slavery and relived my dancing days. Every look from a male became something more; my skin crawled at the thought of it. I cracked when Jacen came into the mediation room. It was just me and him, I didn’t notice him until a while after he came in and I freaked out thinking that he was spying on me.” She hung her head. “I can’t face anyone Jaina. I just can’t and I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Ten years of slavery will be hard to get rid of. But why the library? Why do you shelter in here?”&lt;br /&gt;Hera shrugged. “I love books, I taught myself to read and here is like heaven to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up. “Okay, first things first. Let’s get you back to your room. You’ll feel safer there. Bring as many books as you like.”&lt;br /&gt;She gathered up an armload and I helped her carry them back to her room.“I have to go and talk to Uncle Luke about this. I’ll be back I promise.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-8039964932213374967?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8039964932213374967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=8039964932213374967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/8039964932213374967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/8039964932213374967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/06/tears-and-story.html' title='Tears and a Story'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-1300082884093115985</id><published>2007-05-25T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:04:15.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Byes</title><content type='html'>I stood beside Jag, both of us in our flight suits. I hadn’t wanted to do this but Wedge had insisted.&lt;br /&gt;“Due to circumstances beyond our control Jaina blackout in her cockpit during the simulator after defeating Jagged. However, Jaina lost control of her ship and was destroyed herself. Due to this unforeseen difficulty we have had no choice but to place both Jaina Solo and Jagged Fel in first position.”&lt;br /&gt;Gavin stepped forward. “As promised we have a prize for first place but…” He looked at Wedge, Wedge smirked and nodded. Gavin continued, “Well, it was two tickets for a weekend for two on Dantooine… But I guess you can share them!”&lt;br /&gt;I felt my face glowing crimson and saw Jag look down at his feet slightly.&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s Ok.” I said. “Jag can have them. I need to get back to the temple anyway. I really have to go. Give them to Jag.” I rambled, wishing that my cheeks would revert to their normal colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lads crowed around be patting me on the back and calling good byes as I climbed into the seat of my X-Wing but one person was missing. Jag. I sat down and saw him appear at the door of the bay. My eyes caught his above the crowd and for a brief moment I wished that I was staying. He gave the smallest of nods then turned and walked back away.&lt;br /&gt;I snapped myself back into flying mode, called my good-byes and shut the top of my ship.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later and I was on my way back home and made the jump to hyperspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-1300082884093115985?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1300082884093115985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=1300082884093115985&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/1300082884093115985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/1300082884093115985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-byes.html' title='Good-Byes'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-7484755428462612228</id><published>2007-05-21T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:39:15.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Visions</title><content type='html'>I opened my eyes and immediately shut them again. The light was blinding and it made my head hurt. A thought struck me like a thunderbolt and I sat straight up and opened my eyes. “Jacen.” I exclaimed out loud. It was then I noticed that Wedge and Gavin were standing in the corner of the room and the room I was in was the medical centre. I looked at Wedge. “I’m gonna stop coming to training. Every time I do I wind up in here.”&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, “It’s not my fault. I swear!” Gavin stepped forward, “You were out cold over the controls of the simulator. What happened?”&lt;br /&gt;I held my hand up to my head, the details of what had seemed so important moment ago were slipping away. “I don’t… I can’t remember.” Wedge gave me a worried look. “You must have been in there too long. It was over half an hour.” I shook my head. “No way, I’ve flown for longer than that! No, it was something else… The temple… and… Oh my word! Jacen!”&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stand up but my legs wouldn’t let me. “Sorry Jaina, we gave you a sedative. You were going crazy a few minutes ago.”&lt;br /&gt;“What? But I have to get back to the Temple! Wedge! I have to go!”&lt;br /&gt;Gavin shook his head, “Sorry Jaina, but you have to stay here until we get you checked out.”&lt;br /&gt;“But Colonel! Jacen’s in trouble! He needs me!”&lt;br /&gt;But Gavin just shook his head again. “Sorry but even if you didn’t need to be checked out you can’t go anywhere until that sedative wears off.” I groaned and lay back down then sat up as I remembered something else.&lt;br /&gt;“The final Wedge… What happened?”&lt;br /&gt;Wedge was already half way out the door, he paused and gave me a sad look. “You blew up Jag’s ship with some spectacular flying.”&lt;br /&gt;“But-” I prompted him. I knew there had to be more.&lt;br /&gt;“But… Jag released rockets just before yours hit him.” Wedge turned away from me. “You flew straight into them. It must have been then that you lost consciousness. But we had to count it. It was a draw. Sorry, Jaina.”&lt;br /&gt;I let out a groan and lay back down; my head was beginning to hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five minutes later I heard the door open, I tried to move my legs but they were still numb so I sat up instead. Jagged Fel was standing in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh.” Was all I managed to say.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Jaina. I hope you feel better.” He said with that accent of his.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m all right I guess. I suppose I should say congratulations.” I had to admit, it hurt that he had beaten me again.&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” he asked walking over. “It is me who should be congratulating you. You did beat me after all.”&lt;br /&gt;“No I didn’t. Your rockets blew me up.”&lt;br /&gt;“But after you had blown me up.” He sat on the end of my bed. “Besides, it does not matter. I have come to ask for a rematch. You would not have flown into them had you been well.”&lt;br /&gt;“There’s nothing wrong with me!” I exclaimed, “apart from the fact that I can’t walk, that is.” I looked at him, the thought of a rematch sounded good. I knew that I could fly the way I had been again, but then I remembered Jacen and I shook my head. “Another time perhaps, but I need to go back to the temple. Jacen needs me.”&lt;br /&gt;His eyes held mine for a second longer than was normal and I felt something move inside me. “That is a pity. I would not like this to be hanging in the air for a long time.”“Soon, I promise.” And I patted his arm. He took it and placed it on the bed. “You need rest. I will see you tomorrow at the award ceremony. Then you will leave. That I know.” He turned and looked at me one more time before heading out the door and I tried without success to go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-7484755428462612228?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7484755428462612228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=7484755428462612228&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/7484755428462612228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/7484755428462612228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/05/waking-visions.html' title='Waking Visions'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-1694987442925807687</id><published>2007-05-12T18:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T18:34:32.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final. Part III</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I wasn’t in the cockpit of my x-wing any more. I was looking down on a room that looked rather familiar and my vision was blurry around the edges and I couldn’t change my view.&lt;br /&gt;Did I hit my head off something? I wondered. I saw a figure walk I into my sight, they looked familiar…&lt;br /&gt;“Jacen?” I cried out, or rather tried to. That’s when I realised that everything was silent. I couldn’t hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I was floating above a room in the temple, because that’s where I had to be, but why was I here and how do I get down? My sight flickered and Jacen appeared back in it with his lightsaber drawn.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my word! What was going on? Jacen never fights!&lt;br /&gt;He was saying something but I couldn’t hear him. I saw a blue blade crash on his but the owner didn’t come into view. Jacen spoke again. There was a pause then he spoke. I assume he was talking to who ever the blue blade belonged to. Jacen stepped forward and was forced back by his attacker. He tried to talk again but wasn’t allowed to. His lips stopped moving and I knew he was trying not to hurt whoever who was attacking him.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard my name being screamed. “Jaina! Jaina!” It was Jacen but he wasn’t speaking. Then I realised. He was thinking my name. “Jaina! Jaina! Come home!”&lt;br /&gt;I tried to answer him, to tell him that I was already there but my lips wouldn’t move. Jacen continued to yell. “Jaina, come home soon! We need you!”&lt;br /&gt;I stretched out my hand to him but as I did my world went black and he disappeared from view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-1694987442925807687?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1694987442925807687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=1694987442925807687&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/1694987442925807687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/1694987442925807687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/05/final-part-iii.html' title='The Final. Part III'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-4890704372427686591</id><published>2007-05-06T22:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:42:13.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Part II</title><content type='html'>I swerved a boulder the size of a hovercraft as it came hurtling towards my ship and at the same time let off a volley of shots at Jag. All of them impacted. Jag pushed his nose down and as soon as he did I saw why. A mass of asteroids was heading directly towards me. If I could get through them I would have the advantage over Jag, being above him and with more speed, but the only problem was that the clump looked imperturbable. There was little time to figure out a strategy so I did what I do best and flew straight into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there I shut down all my screens and monitors. Sparkly squealed at me. “Yes, I know I shut them all down….&lt;br /&gt;“Why? Because I know what I’m doing that’s why!”&lt;br /&gt;There was no more time to argue as at that moment we hurtled into the middle of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The squadron outside of the simulators let out a collective gasp as they watched Jaina shot into the middle of a cluster of asteroids.&lt;br /&gt;“Is she mad?” came a cry from the back of the group.&lt;br /&gt;“No,” Gavin answered. “She’s a Jedi.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few minutes I spent in there was all a blur, I don’t remember much of it. I just knew that somewhere in the middle of it I dropped entirely into the Force and everything was just a matter of pushing my joystick in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;It was the same when I came out. I don’t remember getting on Jag’s tail or releasing the rocket and shots that brought his shields down to 30% and I don’t recall when I obtained the damage that brought my shields down to 35% either.&lt;br /&gt;What I do remember is looping Jag and firing rockets that couldn’t miss. It was at that moment that I came out of the trance that I was in. Like I no longer needed to be at that level with it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jag’s ship release a few rockets before it exploded and before I had a chance to alter my course so I wouldn’t fly into them the stars flew towards me and the sounds of my engine disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;“Sparky? Did you enable the hyperdrive?”  Frantically I tried to bring my screens back down but I couldn’t. “Sparky? Sparky?” There was no answer. “Disengage hyperdrive! SPARKY!!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-4890704372427686591?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4890704372427686591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=4890704372427686591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/4890704372427686591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/4890704372427686591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/05/final-part-ii.html' title='The Final Part II'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-7943525968447423626</id><published>2007-04-24T21:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:18:33.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final. Part I</title><content type='html'>The asteroid belt wasn’t that bad, but I knew that if I didn’t find my centre that it would become pretty difficult to navigate. The only thing is its kinna hard to concentrate on the Force when you have someone firing laser shots at your ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dodged a missile from behind me and at the same time dived to avoid an asteroid. I didn’t know what Jag was doing but he was flying rougher than he normally was and I had hardly been on the offensive for the fifteen minutes we had been flying. My shields were down to 90% and Jagged’s were still at 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled sharply around an asteroid trying to get on his tail but he pulled around after me. I opened myself to the force a little more and shot through a tight gap between two big asteroids. Jag was forced to go around them and I managed to get on his tail by slowing down as I came out.&lt;br /&gt;I locked on and pushed my thumb down on the fire button on my joystick, reacting with Jag, staying locked on him. He snap-turned to the left and my lock came off. “Drat!” I muttered under my breath.&lt;br /&gt;I snap-turned to the right and we both arched off in different directions. Suddenly I was forced to pull to the left and downwards to avoid a giant rock that was hurtling towards me. I let myself slide into the Force a bit more and moved to the right left instinctively. Another asteroid shot past me. I smiled; I was close to my centre.&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding the asteroids was a bit easier after that, but they still interfered with the flying. Straight lines would be forced to curve and laser shots hit rock instead of metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later we were both on 80% shields with Jag sharp on my tail. “I know Sparky, I know!” I said as my little R5 unit whistled and squeaked at me. I corkscrewed downwards and my monitors told me I lost him. I pulled my ship up to…&lt;br /&gt;“What the? Sparky? Where’d he go?”&lt;br /&gt;Sparky had no idea; he had completely disappeared. “Ok, don’t worry, he has to be about somewhere.” I thought. I checked my screens again. He defiantly wasn’t on radar. “Think Jaina, think. He can’t have pulled out of the sim, you would know. So what could he have- OH!”&lt;br /&gt;I pulled up sharply as a rocket impacted against my tail.&lt;br /&gt;“Rotter! Rotter!” I resisted the urge to call him something worse. I couldn’t believe that I had just fallen for that. Hadn’t my father basically invented that trick? “Well you can’t trick the Trickster buddy.” I hissed through clenched teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Jag’s shot had brought my shields down to 50%. The real fight was only just beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-7943525968447423626?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7943525968447423626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=7943525968447423626&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/7943525968447423626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/7943525968447423626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/04/final-part-i.html' title='The Final. Part I'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-2296812902937214163</id><published>2007-04-08T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:39:07.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Final</title><content type='html'>I was deep in mediation before the final of The Rogues tournament trying to find my centre. I knew how difficult this fight would be, made even more difficult by the mix of emotions that were tumbling inside me. I kept remembering how close Jag had been to me, how I could feel his breath on my skin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedge tapped me on the shoulder bringing me out of my trance. “It starts in ten Jaina.”&lt;br /&gt;I stood up. “Thanks Wedge.” He looked at me in the sort of way that had made me nickname him “Uncle Wedge”.&lt;br /&gt;I punched him playfully on the shoulder. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”&lt;br /&gt;Wedge grinned. “I’m not worried for you. Just Jag. You two are so well matched its unbelievable.”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. “He flies so well, and without the aid of the Force as well. Even though I don’t rely on the Force when I’m flying it comes in handy sometimes.”&lt;br /&gt;Wedge started walking with me towards the door. “I know. What’s the score between you two now? 5-4? 5 all?”&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head and set my jaw. “5-6 to him. But I plan to make it 6-6 by the end of the day. He’s not beating me today. I’ve got to show him…”&lt;br /&gt;“Show him what?”&lt;br /&gt;“Show him that I’m not conquered easily.”&lt;br /&gt;Wedge gave me a funny look. “I’m sure he knows.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood facing Jagged Fel in front of the squadron with our simulators behind us.&lt;br /&gt;Gavin Darklighter began to speak. “Here are the two finalists. Jaina Solo and Jagged Fel. In a moment they will begin their final battle to see who is the victor, but first I would like you to show them how good they are to have reached this place to start off with.”&lt;br /&gt;Everyone broke out into applause and Wedge took up the speech.&lt;br /&gt;“For our final battle we have changed the location slightly. You will be fighting in the middle of an asteroid belt. Not a very big one, the asteroids are fairly well spaced, more them enough room for you to fly in but small enough to give you something else to worry about. So Jania, Jag, if you would be so kind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped towards Jag and he did the same to me. We shook hands and I felt something that was like a jolt of electricity shoot through me.&lt;br /&gt;“Sacred?” He asked, almost scorning me.&lt;br /&gt;“A Jedi knows no fear, Fel.” Mocking him back.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled lightly, “We’ll see, Solo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both got into our simulators to cheers from our comrades.This was it. My chance to beat Jag at his own game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-2296812902937214163?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2296812902937214163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=2296812902937214163&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/2296812902937214163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/2296812902937214163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/04/before-final.html' title='Before the Final'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-265534600591237830</id><published>2007-03-27T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T17:26:54.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-Final</title><content type='html'>It was all arranged, the names had been pulled out of a hat and I was up against Wedge. I was partly annoyed at this because I didn't want to have to kill the leader of the squadron but also glad because I had no intention of facing Jagged Fel anywhere but the final of this.&lt;br /&gt;Wedge didn't seem to mind, or else he was just putting on a brave face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I faced him before we got into our simulators and we shook hands.&lt;br /&gt;"May the Force be with you Jaina." Wedge told me, very solemn.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded to him. "And you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown began and then we were catapulted into space.&lt;br /&gt;"Readings Sparky."&lt;br /&gt;The R5 unit answered me with a series of tootles. I set my jaw. "Right then, lets take Uncle Wedge for a ride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accelerated up, shooting past him, firing as I went, no to hit but to distract him. I flew off into empty space and he followed. I smiled and led him a merry dance around the place. Ducking and weaving his shots I flew faster and farther until I decided it was time for my next move. Ramming my joystick forward I dropped into a steep decent that was almost vertical. Wedge followed, but at a more gentle angle. I looped myself and him, flying upside down, then righting myself.&lt;br /&gt;Coming in behind him I bombarded him with laser fire. I was trying to get his shields down to hit him with a torp. But Wedge was hard to catch. He had much more experience and after a few seconds of fire he managed to break away.&lt;br /&gt;Sparky told me that his shields only dropped to 95%&lt;br /&gt;"Curse you Wedge, what have you been doing to that ship?" I muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedge was now on my tale, his first few shots made the whole ship shake. "Revert shields to the tale, Sparky."&lt;br /&gt;He complied and Wedge's shots had little effect on me, however my shields were now down to 90%&lt;br /&gt;I barrel rolled to the right, slowed my speed and turned my nose to the left. Wedge was going too fast and didn't slow down in time. I blasted him full on with a torpedo. It hit him side on! "All RIGHT!!!" I punched the air as I kept flying to the left of my original course.&lt;br /&gt;Wedge however changed direction and came at me head on.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Sith! Sparky! Shields to the front!" I yelled as I pushed my X-wing up. Sparky complied but slightly to late. A shudder went through my cockpit as the blast hit me. I gritted my teeth. "Fine then. Lets play it that way. Shield reading Sparky."&lt;br /&gt;A series of whistles told me that we were both on 50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my shields to cover the whole of my ship and chased after Wedge. A viscous dog fight ensued, full of evasive and offensive manoeuvres, laser fire and a few ill placed torps. Near the end of which I was on 30% shields and Wedge was 35% Only one mistake and this game would be over, leaving me free to advance to the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedge made it first. Trying a basic move that amateurs would fall for, he decelerated hoping that I would over shoot him before I realised that he was plainly in my sights. It didn't work, I locked on and blasted his ship into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head at him when we got out. "Did you really expect me to fall for that?"&lt;br /&gt;Wedge, too shook his head, "No, but it was the only thing I hadn't tried. You fly just as well as your Father."&lt;br /&gt;I blushed with pride. "Thanks Wedge." I slapped him on the back, in a friendly way. "You owe me a drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagged Fel defeated Gavin with a spectacular piece of flying which meant that it was him versus me in the Final. I couldn't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-265534600591237830?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/265534600591237830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=265534600591237830&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/265534600591237830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/265534600591237830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/03/semi-final.html' title='Semi-Final'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-6610183933442860816</id><published>2007-03-20T11:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T12:12:56.935Z</updated><title type='text'>The Start of the Tournament</title><content type='html'>The battles were drawn up and the dog fights had begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected I soared through the group stages, luckly none of the squadrons top fliers were in my group. I was up against Hobbie in the quater finals.&lt;br /&gt;We shook hands before entering our sims.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you." Grinned Hobbie. Smiling back at him I laughed. "Sure I shouldn't be going easy on you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five.&lt;br /&gt;Four.&lt;br /&gt;Three.&lt;br /&gt;Two.&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shot out into virtual space and was facing the x-wing that I knew Hobbie was flying. Checking my machines I looped over and back on myself to gain a little time. My R2 unit whistled at me.&lt;br /&gt;"I got that thanks Sparky."&lt;br /&gt;Snap rolling to the right Hobbie went to my left. I accelerated to attack speed and spun uderneath his ship firing off some pasma blasts as I did. They missed as Hobbie pulled upwards sharply and tilted off to the right. He dove and as he flew past me I glipsed him in his cockpit. I gritted my teeth and dived down after him, latching onto his tale.&lt;br /&gt;Pushing off a couple of shots Hobbie dodged them with some nice evasive manouvers. Twisting and turning we danced through space with him dodging my shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he decelerated nearly stopping and I was forced to pull up into a steep asscent to avoid crashing into him. He was now out of my sights, cursing I realised that that was what he wanted. I sensed something coming up behind me and snap-rolled over to the right. Despite my reactions some plasma shots hit my shields.&lt;br /&gt;Sparky screached at me. &lt;em&gt;Shields down to 90%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my joystick go and my x-wing fell off into a dive, spining to the right. As I fell past Hobbie's x-wing he let fly a few more shots but they missed me. Underneath him I leveled out of my dive and headed back at Hobbie. I blasted out a stream of plama shots, most of which hit him.&lt;br /&gt;"Reading on ememy shields Sparky?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down to 60%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One well placed rocket will finish him..." I mused, more to myself than Sparky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Hobbie rapidly changed direction and bombarded me with fire. I banked to the right but Sparky got a hit, blowing him to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;"Sparky!!" I yelled before I remebered it was just a sim. Hobbie shot past me and I followed, hot on his tail.&lt;br /&gt;My machines told me that my shields were down to 75%. I gritted my teeth and went in to finish it. Accelerating I droped underneath him and let off a rocket, aiming it upwards then I curved up and flew above him aiming one at the empty space infront of him. The first one hit him just below the cockpit and as he lost control he flew into the second one, exploding into bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and pushed myself back from the controls, exiting the simulater. Hobbie came up and shook my hand. "Nice flying Solo. You're not half bad."&lt;br /&gt;I grinned. "Thanks Hobbie." Wedge too came up to congratulate me. "So that's you, me, Gavin and Jagged in the semi's then. I can't wait to see who you are flying against. It'll be some fight."&lt;br /&gt;"Cheers Wedge, but I don't plan on facing Jag until the final so that leaves you or Colonel Darklighter for me to fly against. Better say on my good side!"&lt;br /&gt;I grinned and waved at him as I went off to get some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-6610183933442860816?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6610183933442860816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=6610183933442860816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/6610183933442860816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/6610183933442860816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/03/start-of-tournament.html' title='The Start of the Tournament'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-9140978955278929082</id><published>2007-03-13T16:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:48:49.022Z</updated><title type='text'>More than one Explosions</title><content type='html'>The world exploded into millions of stars around me as I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vaped&lt;/span&gt; for the fourth time in a row. Sighing I pushed myself out from the controls of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; and wiped my hand down my face. &lt;em&gt;What the heck is wrong with me? I never fly this badly! &lt;/em&gt;An image of Jag scowling came unbidden into my mind. "Right," I thought, "Let's have this out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag looked up from the book that he was r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eading&lt;/span&gt; in the common as I walked in. We were the only to people there, everyone else was either in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cantine&lt;/span&gt; or on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaina&lt;/span&gt;." Jag nodded his head in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acknowledgement&lt;/span&gt; to me and went back to his book. I remained standing, " What have you been up to Jag?" He shrugged his broad shoulders and didn't answer. "How have things been around here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Same as always."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Frustrated&lt;/span&gt; I grabbed the book out of his hands. "What is your problem? I'm trying to be friendly here!"&lt;br /&gt;Jag stood up and glowered down at me. Being nearly a head taller than me it was quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;effective&lt;/span&gt; but I held my ground and held his gaze. "Funny. I don't remember you wanting to be friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/09/answers-to-few-questions.html"&gt;the last time we met.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. "What? Is that what this is about?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." came the blunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;reply&lt;/span&gt; and his gaze &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hardened&lt;/span&gt;. It was making me go weak, his green eyes were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;staring&lt;/span&gt; into my hazel ones. He was so close to me...&lt;br /&gt;"But... you were helping me! I was very grateful for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lowered his voice so it was softer. "I thought that you used me slightly. You asked me to do something and then ran off without telling me the full story."&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know the full story then! I'm sorry, I'll tell you now if you want." I could see the faint freckles across the bridge of his nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That will not be necessary. I read about it in the papers." He leaned in slightly, "There was an advantage to it..."&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what was going on, my stomach was full of butterflies, he was getting so close, leaning in a bit with every word. I wanted to pull back but was held there by some force that I couldn't control. "And that was..."&lt;br /&gt;"I got to see you... I don't often get to see you..." His voice was a whisper now. He was so close that I could count his eyelashes, if we got any closer we would kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG! The door flew open and Jag jerked his head back from me and stepped back. Picking up his book he muttered something about needing to talk to Wedge and briskly exited the room past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hobbie&lt;/span&gt; who had opened the door. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hobbie&lt;/span&gt; walked in and opened a paper without saying anything which left me to wonder what had just happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-9140978955278929082?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/9140978955278929082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=9140978955278929082&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/9140978955278929082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/9140978955278929082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-than-one-explosions.html' title='More than one Explosions'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-2330442600772258353</id><published>2007-03-06T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:27:13.625Z</updated><title type='text'>A Mini Tournament?</title><content type='html'>Landing neatly in the docking bay I jumped out of the cockpit of my x-wing. I was wearing a dark brown flying suit and as I reached the exit of the bay I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;greeted&lt;/span&gt; by the rest of the squadron, well nearly everybody. Jagged Fel hung back and I was unsure why. The force &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;radiated&lt;/span&gt; off him like he was a force heater but all it gave away was the sign that he was full of life, I was unable to read his feelings. Quite suddenly I got a pulse of annoyance off him. Shocked I looked at him but he just nodded at me and exited. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Frowing&lt;/span&gt; I turned back to the rest of the team to greet them properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedge Antillies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colonel Gavin Darklighter&lt;/span&gt; gathered us all on the bridge of the main ship. He spread his arms and began to talk, "Welcome back everyone. I'm glad you could all make this week."&lt;br /&gt;The Colonel continued, "We decided that this training session would be a bit... different to others."&lt;br /&gt;"We're gonna shoot something real?" shouted Hobbie from the back of the group.&lt;br /&gt;Gavin laughed, "No, but kind of. This week we are going to be Simming you all against each other in a mini tournament. The last one alive wins."&lt;br /&gt;Wedge picked up again. "Now noramly the sims would be you all flying as one squadron against some make believe enemy, but I think that putting this personal twist and pitting you against each other will bring out a better pilot in you all."&lt;br /&gt;"And the winner will get a prize!" added Gavin.&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, to tell Han Solo that he owes me money." Wedge's comment caused everyone to laugh, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have today and tomorrow to practice on the simulators. Then we are starting." Wedge clapped his hands, "Off you go then! Go get some practice, some of you will need it!" And he grinned at us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone exitited I pushed my way up to the front to where Wedge was talking to Gavin. As I approached Gavin took his leave, nooded to me and left. "Good to see you Lutienent. Glad you could make it."&lt;br /&gt;I teturned the nod that he gave me. "Glad to be here Colonel. I think this is a great idea."&lt;br /&gt;"Glad you think so. Shouldn't you go and get some practice? I know Lutienent Fel will be."&lt;br /&gt;I frowned, "Has he been acting strangely lately?" I asked. "No, just sullen and quiet. You know how he is."&lt;br /&gt;"Yea..." I asnwered distractly. "Yea, I suppose you're right. Thanks Colonel, I think you're right, I had better go practice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the hallway to where the simulators were kept thinking about all that had happened. Why was Jag suddenely annoyed at me? I soon forgot all about it though, as I got lost in the dangerous world of fighter pilots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-2330442600772258353?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2330442600772258353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=2330442600772258353&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/2330442600772258353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/2330442600772258353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/03/mini-tournament.html' title='A Mini Tournament?'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-661403628460749746</id><published>2007-02-25T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:35:57.856Z</updated><title type='text'>A Very Bad Day!</title><content type='html'>Today was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Really really terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Truly awefull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 and couldn't get back to sleep. Do you know what it's like to wake up at 6 after full days training and then have one ahead of you? Well it's not nice I can tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in the canteen they had run out of fresh supplies. Don't ask me how that happened. I blame the government. So all they had to eat was porrage. Nothing to put in it just porrage and I HATE that stuff. Hera was up and tucking in not saying anything. She's changed so much since she came here. I sat down with her and we eat in silence. Jacen appeared about five minutes later making faces at his breakfast. As soon as he sat down beside Hera she dropped her spoon and when she reappeared from underneath the tablle she grabbed her tray and made a hurried exit.&lt;br /&gt;"What's up with her?" I asked Jacen.&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged, "I dunno, probably intimatated by my dashing good looks."&lt;br /&gt;I followed Hera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin nearly ran into me in the hall. He gave a startled gasp and looked away. "Umm... Sorry Jaina. Got to go. Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;That was not like Anakin. "Wait! What have you done? Anakin! ANAKIN!"&lt;br /&gt;But he was gone to his horrible breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons didn't go too well either.&lt;br /&gt;For the tenth time that day Aunt Mara stopped her lightsaber from hitting a part of my body.&lt;br /&gt;"What is wrong with you Jaina? You are not preforming to day at all."&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and shook my mended wrist. "I don't know what the matter is."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get the training sabers out so I can whack you propperly."&lt;br /&gt;That was NOT fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch I decided it might be nice to go for a spin in my speeder to relax myself. No chance. She wouldn't start, so I invistegaed the engine. All the signs pointed to her being driven too fast with turns too tight. There was only one person who would be stupid enough to do that to my speeder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ANAKIN!!!!!!" I found him in a training room fighting Jacen. I extened my lightsaber and put it in between their two glowing blades. "STOP FIGHTING!" I yelled. Obviously shocked Jacen put his lightsaber away, Anakin did not. Neither did I.&lt;br /&gt;"How DARE you take my speeder out!" I shouted as I thrust my lightsaber in towards his rightside. He parried and came in with a quick overarm pass. I brought mine up deflecting his blow but putting myself off balance. I rolled and came up quicky to regain my balance and Anakins blade hit mine almost as soon as I stood up. I spun from one side to another keeping us both moving, finaly I was able to knock his weapon out of his hand and hold mine to his neck. "DON'T ever do that again. Now go and fix MY speeder!"&lt;br /&gt;He muttered something about liking that thing more than me but I ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;"That was impressive." Jacen noted.&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, well, I guess Aunt Mara won't be getting so many points in this afternoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Zekk came running into the room.&lt;br /&gt;"Jaina, Jaina! There's a message coming in for you."&lt;br /&gt;I brushed out past him, "This better be good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tapped the screen and Wedge's face appeared infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Jaina. Ready for a training week?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s. I finaly got my blog pimped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-661403628460749746?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/661403628460749746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=661403628460749746&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/661403628460749746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/661403628460749746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/02/very-bad-day.html' title='A Very Bad Day!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-116913434708606062</id><published>2007-01-18T14:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T15:36:23.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Memories (Young Jaina and Jacen)</title><content type='html'>I suppose that we were around six when had our first visit to the Jedi Temple. Jacen and I were so excited, we couldn't wait to see it. Mum had described it's huge stone halls and rooms to us countless times on request. I wanted to be a great hero, like the ones in all the stories and Jacen wanted to hold a lightsaber for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed in the forest a bit away from the temple and had to walk the rest of the way. I was getting impatient, I wanted to see the fabled building! We walked out of the forest and there it was! A great building, half into the side of a cliff, looming over me and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="201" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Shadowacademybook_28229.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly unsure of myself I stepped in behind Jacen and he took my hand and smiled at me. He made me feel stronger, so I ran ahead pulling him behind me. We dashed up the path to the doors with Mum calling out behind us to wait for her. She caught us up as the doors opened. Taking my free hand Mum said "Are you ready? This is where you are going to learn all about the ways of the Jedi and when you are older you will live here to get full training." I frowned, "Will Anakin come?"&lt;br /&gt;Mum nodded, "Yes, but he's not old enough to visit yet." I frowned again, "Why isn't Dad a Jedi?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard to understand, but there are these things in your blood that let you use the Force and Han doesn't have any of those."&lt;br /&gt;"And I do?" I asked puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"And Jacen?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"And Anakin?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"But not Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"What if-" But Jacen cut me off. "Come &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; Jaina! I want to see Uncle Luke!" he pulled me into the massive building. It's corridors echoed strangely as we stepped down numberless different ones, up steps and past closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got higher up more signs of life appeared, we saw people, and aliens, and droids. Mum pushed open a door and Uncle Luke was in the room with lots of other creatures and people our age. We walked in and sat on the floor. Uncle Luke smiled at us and started talking to everyone. I didn't really listen. There was mention of the Jedi Code and how the New Jedi Order was trying not to make mistakes that had been made before. I didn't know what they were, I was too young to be told the full story. Then Uncle Luke stopped talking. "Children, you are free to explore for a while, but you must stay on this floor.&lt;br /&gt;I tugged Jacen, "Come on, lets go." As we dashed for the door Jacen bumped into a girl with red hair. "Oof! Sorry!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"It's ok. I'm Tenal Ka. What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Jacen and she's Jaina. We are twins!" He answered with a huge grin on his face. "Want to come exploring with us?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;She nodded. "Yes please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood at the foot of a flight of stairs looking up them. "We are not allowed up there Jaina." Tenal Ka told me.&lt;br /&gt;"But it's so boring down here. Come on, just for a bit. Uncle Luke won't mind."&lt;br /&gt;Jacen looked unsure. "Are you sure? What if we get caught?"&lt;br /&gt;"We won't come on!" and I started to tip toe up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the top we looked around cautiously. There was no on there, Tenal Ka pushed me forward and I giggled, "Shh!" whispered Jacen "You'll get us caught!"&lt;br /&gt;All three of us dashed around the corner and into the closest room, it was a bed room. "Ooh!" gasped Tenal Ka. "This must be where the Jedi Masters sleep."&lt;br /&gt;I stood in the middle of the room. "I'm going to be a great Jedi Master! And I'll sleep in this room! And I'll have a really cool lightsaber, and I'll get rid off all my enemies, like this!" and I stated to dash around the room fighting invisible enemies. "But I'll be better!" yelled Jacen and started to pretend to fight me. "And I'll be greater than all of you!" shouted Tenal Ka as she jumped into the mix. Caught up in our excitement we started to use the Force without realizing. It looked as if there was a mini tornado in the room. There was a large &lt;em&gt;bang &lt;/em&gt;and we all stopped what we were doing. "Oops..." Whispered Jacen. The room was in a mess, there was paper everywhere and the things on the shelves had fallen over. The bang had been caused by the table falling over. "Let's get out of here..."&lt;br /&gt;But too late we heard footsteps in the hall, we all looked guiltily at each other. A hand pushed the door open...&lt;br /&gt;"RUN!!" I yelled and we dashed out the door, nearly knocking over the man that stood there. "What the -" he stared at us and then looked into his room. "Hey!" he turned back to shout but we were already gone, laughing and giggling as we dashed back to the room that held our parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-116913434708606062?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116913434708606062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=116913434708606062&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116913434708606062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116913434708606062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/01/memories-young-jaina-and-jacen.html' title='Memories (Young Jaina and Jacen)'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/th_Shadowacademybook_28229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-116818362765814775</id><published>2007-01-07T15:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:27:59.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year... (a bit late)</title><content type='html'>Dad and Jacen were sitting beside me when I woke up. As far as I could tell through the haze that I was looking through I was in the Jedi Temple. Dad and Jacen looked as if they hadn't slept in a while. I wondered why. I sat up and Dad and Jacen immediately became aware that I was awake. "Jaina! You're awake! Thank the Force!"&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly confused, I looked at the clock, it was 10.00am. Ok, so I had slept in a bit. But that wasn't that uncommon. So what was all the fuss about?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean I've been asleep for OVER A WEEK?!!" I fell back onto my pillows. "Wait! Did I miss New Year?" Jacen nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"Awww man!" We normaly go to Endor for New Year, boy can Ewoks party! I reached up to fix my hair, but my arm was in a plaster. I looked at it. That was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;"The medi-droids couldn't fix it?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad shook his head. "It was too bad a break, they say it will heal better this way."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh." I went to get out of bed but Dad pushed me back in.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no you don't! You have to say in bed. Doctor's orders."&lt;br /&gt;"Stuff the doctors. There's nothing wrong with me." I tried to rise again but this time Jacen pushed me back in.&lt;br /&gt;"You have to say in bed. It's for your own good."&lt;br /&gt;"But I want to see Hera."&lt;br /&gt;Jacen stood up, "She's traning. I can't believe that you freed a slave with Force Potential."&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and so did Dad. "You knew didn't you?"&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and took the opertunity to get out of bed. I went into my bathroom and splashed water on my face, ignoring the protests coming from the bedroom. My face was covered in half healed cuts. I threw on some robes and reached to put my lightsaber in my belt before remembering what had happened to it. I sighed, finding another crystal was going to be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Jacen were waiting for me in the hall but we hadn't got far before Anakin appeared around the corner. "Jaina! Jaina, you're up!" He cried.&lt;br /&gt;"Naturaly, you can't keep a good Solo down!"&lt;br /&gt;"I knew you'd pull through." He pressed something into my hand. It was thin and cold and shaped like..."My lightsaber! Anakin, how did you get it?"&lt;br /&gt;Anakin grined, going slightly red. "It's not yours, but it is a perfect replica. I made it while you were sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;I extended the blade, it was the perfect colour. I looked at him and Dad and Jacen. Suddenly I was over come with affection for them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled them into a massive hug. "I'm so lucky to have family like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note from Writer: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! I hope it's blogtastic for all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-116818362765814775?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116818362765814775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=116818362765814775&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116818362765814775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116818362765814775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-bit-late.html' title='Happy New Year... (a bit late)'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-116733913398499867</id><published>2006-12-28T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T20:52:32.093Z</updated><title type='text'>The Conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Find out how I got into this battle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/12/fight.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes as the red lightsaber blade decended towards me. The last thing I saw was Kari grinning, knowing that she was going to defeat the only Solo girl, a Jedi Knight and one of the best pilots that the Rogues had ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the sound of two lightsabers clashing and I opened my eyes slowly. A dark blue blade was stopping Kari's red one from hurting me. The shock was painted on her face. I was holding the saber. "What the...." I pushed her back, giving me a chance to get to my feet. "But I..." I flashed her a smile, "My purple lightsaber is infamous, but few know that I carry this one and fewer have seen it." Kari came at me again, I was ready for her and blocked her attack neatly. "But your wrist..." she gasped. This time I attacked, she too blocked it, but it was clumsey. "Oh you don't really think that I haven't been trained to use a lightsaber with both hands do you? It's very important in our training." She snarled and the battle begain again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meanwhile, back at the spaceship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacen is trying to stop Hera from getting out the door. "Let me past! I have to go and help her!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacen spread his arms. "No, you can't. You heard what she said. I had to get you to the ship safely."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No! I have to help her! I don't care what you say. Let me past!" and with that she runs straight at him. Jacen gasps but manages to grap her. She struggles and shouts. "Let me go! Get off of me! GET OFF!" Jacen pushes her backwards and pushes her into a chair. He lets go of her arms and places his hands on her face. "Hera, look at me. Look at me. Jaina said to keep you here. I promised that I'd do as she said. It was probably a very stupid thing to do but she's my twin. It's what we do. Please. I need you to stay here. There is a bathroom and a bed that you can use if you want, but please I need you to stay here." He took his hands from her, stood up and stepped back. Hera too stood up and slowly she walked to the door, she looked out across the horizon, then back into the ship. She sighed and turned around. "Where's the bathroom?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari jumped over my head and I had to block her attack not facing her. I spun low and she jumped over my blade at the same time as kicking out. I grabbed the foot that was coming towards my head and flipped her so she hit the ground. Kari was back on her feet in an instant. She took a few steps backward, wiping the blood from around her mouth and gasping for air. Sand is not the best place for fighting in, we were both sweaty and sand was sticking to us in every possible place while each step sent up new clouds of dust. Kari was keeping up a fierce attack and I noticed that we were getting closer to the cliff that my lightsaber had fallen off. I gasped as I realised that she was planning on pushing me over the edge. Kari noticed. "Well, I see you figgured out my little plan. Don't worry if the fall doesn't kill the sun will." Suddenly, she attacked with renewed vigure, it took all my skill to block the attacks. I was too close to the edge now. One good attack and I would be sent over the edge. "Where do you come from Kari?" I asked. She smiled. "You never know what lies in the shadows beneath your feet." She launched her final attack, but that brief second had given me enough strenght to stop it. Our baldes met for one final time. She kept pushing and pushing. I couldn't hold her, she was too strong, putting all her strength into her lightsaber blade.&lt;br /&gt;I ducked and rolled.&lt;br /&gt;There was a scream as Kari's momentum carried her over the cliff face. It was soon lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hera was coming out of the shower when she heard the ship's door opening. Jaina practiacly fell through it into Jacen's outstreched arms. She was covered in dust, cuts and bruises and her right wrist was at an unatural angle. She lay gasping for air as Jacen held her. "Wh. Where... Where is Hera?" She managed to gasp out. "Shhh..." Jacen answered "She's getting cleaned up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaina smiled. "Then it's over." She reached up and touched Jacen's face. "Let's go home... Brother..." Her eyes closed over as she lost concinousness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-116733913398499867?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116733913398499867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=116733913398499867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116733913398499867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116733913398499867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/12/conclusion.html' title='The Conclusion'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-116630845816287199</id><published>2006-12-16T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:11:14.846Z</updated><title type='text'>The Fight</title><content type='html'>Her black hair was cut in a bob and her pale blue eyes were was cold as steel. I stepped out into open ground. There was no way I was fighting this girl in an enclosed space.&lt;br /&gt;"I've always wanted to meet you Jaina Solo." she spoke. "I never thought that I'd be fighting you."&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you kill him?" I asked. She looked disappointed, "Oh, you don't waste much time do you? Yes, I killed him, he was a risk. He knew too much. We never thought that he would be stupid enough to rob a bank. Stupid Chiss."&lt;br /&gt;"One of my friends was raised by the Chiss." I said as I thrust at her with my saber. She extended hers to block it. It was red. "Sith..." I hissed as I blocked her blade. She was taking this all in her stride. "Sith is such a harsh name. We prefer the term... Dark Jedi."&lt;br /&gt;"You are no Jedi!" I said as I raised my hand and pushed her backwards with the force, she slammed back and hit the ground with a bang. I ran over her and aimed for her face she rolled away and at the same time she kicked me in the back of my legs causing me to buckle. In an instant she was up on her feet and kicked me in the back. I stumbled forward, gasping. "I'm Kari by the way." she told me. "I'll remember that when I'm carving your gravestone!" I lunged forward again. The battle became intense. Thrust, block, spin, block, thrust, kick, thrust, parry, force push, dodge, blade on blade, so close we were almost touching, bang, force jump, aim, block, kick, dodge. I was gaining the upper hand when suddenly Kari went under my blade at the same time as kicking around. She caught my wrist and I heard it break as my crystal saber went flying and fell down a near by cliff. Kari grinned insanely as she advanced towards me, her lightsaber extended, while I backed slowly away, defenceless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-116630845816287199?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116630845816287199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=116630845816287199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116630845816287199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116630845816287199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/12/fight.html' title='The Fight'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-116525110910637259</id><published>2006-12-04T16:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:05:56.733Z</updated><title type='text'>I Should Have Known It Was A Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To find out what just happened click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/12/only-one-thing-left.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What promise?" Jacen asked me as we lifted off from the docking bay. I ingored him pretending to fix my boots. "I see you changed your footwear then." He noted. I nodded grimly. "I have a feeling that there is going to be a lot of running."&lt;br /&gt;"Jaina please don't do anything reckless." He begged. I looked at him, my hazel eyes met his, "Jacen, I know you don't agree with using the Force as a weapon but sometimes we have to do things that we don't like. Please, I'm going to march into a Hutt stronghold and I'll need your help to make it out without chains on."&lt;br /&gt;He took my hand, "You know that I'll do anything to protect you. I couldn't live without you."&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my gaze. "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later I was walking back up to Tarken with my hood up. He was sleeping so I kicked him. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;"Wazzah?" I muttered. I kicked him again. He woke this time and started. "Tann is dead." I hissed to him. "Who was collecting the money from you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I would not tell you. She is far to pretty."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! It's a girl? I might have guessed that they'd send a girl to you. When does she come."&lt;br /&gt;Tarken ignored me. He looked around easily. Guards were advancing, closing in. "Tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, you'll see her soon enough. I'm sure that she will be interested to see the famous Jaina Solo in chains."&lt;br /&gt;I had all that I needed. I jumped off the Hutt's bed, summersalting through the air extending my lightsaber blade as I went. I hit the ground running and rushed to the enterance. There I stopped and swung my blade at a blue-skinned Twi'lek. She screamed as my blade bit through her chains. I held out my hand. "Hi, I'm Jaina Solo. What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hera." She managed to say.&lt;br /&gt;"Pleased to meet you Hera. RUN!"&lt;br /&gt;I protected her back, deflecting balster shots as we dodged and weaved for the door. Jacen was waiting for us. He stopped when he saw Hera. "Who's this?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hera." I answered. "Hera, this is my twin, Jacen." She extened her hand. "Pleased to meet you Jacen."&lt;br /&gt;Jacen took it, "Delighted. We should probably go." He said looking over his shoulder. The three of us ran on with me still deflecting balster shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had been chasing us for nearly 15 minutes when we came upon some cliffs and overhangs. "We can lose then here." I gasped. Hera shook her head. "No need. They've turned back."&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Jacen spun round. It was true, they had stopped and were hastly making their way back to the Hutt Palace. "I wonder why they stopped?" I said stepping out infront of the others. Without warning a robed figure dropped infront of me. Instint told me that this was the one I was looking for. Not taking my eyes off the figgure I spoke to the others. "Jacen take Hera and get her safely to the ship."&lt;br /&gt;"Jaina I can't leave you-"&lt;br /&gt;"Jacen, just do as I say. Please. You promised."&lt;br /&gt;I heard him dash off with Hera. The figgure dropped her robe off and I extended my lightsaber again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-116525110910637259?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116525110910637259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=116525110910637259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116525110910637259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116525110910637259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-should-have-known-it-was-girl.html' title='I Should Have Known It Was A Girl.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-116500009307881032</id><published>2006-12-01T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T20:10:12.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Only One Thing Left.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Continued from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/11/taking-fast-route-down.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen and I pushed our way through the blockade that had gone up around the block of flats that Tann lived in. Mum was waiting for us. "What happened?" asked Jacen. I saw the look on Mum's face. Something was not right this wasn't any normal killing. "Oh Sith! What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Mum looked at us fixing us with a calm but firm glance. "He was killed by a Lightsaber-"&lt;br /&gt;"What? That's impossible! No Jedi would do this!" Jacen intrupeted her. Mum's voice remained flat and in control. "I know, children I hate to say this to you but... I think it might be something to do with the... Sith."&lt;br /&gt;"But. They were destroyed! It can't be! It just can't." I couldn't say anything. I was in shock. Suddenly what Tarken the Hutt had said to me made sense. &lt;em&gt;He saw somethings that he shouldn't have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He knew..." I whispered. "He knew, that's why he needed money, to pay them, so they wouldn't kill him..."&lt;br /&gt;Jacen stared at me. "Holy Force..."&lt;br /&gt;"They found this in his bag." said Mum pulling out a small square object, about the size of a keypad. "Know what it is?"&lt;br /&gt;I took it. "No. But I can have a pretty good guess." I walked over to the main door and looked at the keypad. Gently I set the object on it. There was no sound but in a few seconds the door swung open. "I can't believe it!" Jacen said.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded grimly. "Pretty impressive technology. Mum take this round to the bank, see if Marath can hear a noise while it is working. I'll bet he can."&lt;br /&gt;Mum took it from me. "But what are you going to be doing?"&lt;br /&gt;I looked grimly at her. "Jacen and I are going back to Uncle Luke's home planet. I have a promise to keep."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-116500009307881032?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116500009307881032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=116500009307881032&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116500009307881032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116500009307881032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/12/only-one-thing-left.html' title='Only One Thing Left.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-116369822828784137</id><published>2006-11-16T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:32:34.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Fast Route Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Contined from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/11/quick-interlude.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting past the guards was a cinch. A few mind tricks and we were led straight into the main chamber. We made them leave us just before we got in. Putting our hoods up Jacen and I walked in warily. I looked around me, taking in my surroundings. What I saw disgusted me. Girls from all races dressed in hardly anything, dancing to entertain a giant slug! All the scum from the farthest reaches of the galaxy looking on, drooling or making shady deals. One girl caught my eye. Her skin was the most beautiful shade of blue and her eyes cried out to me, full of pain, suffering and humiliation. Averted my eyes, knowing if I gazed into them a minute longer that I would take my lightsaber and cut through her chains and blow whole mission. "I promise I'll try and come back for you some day." I told her silently.&lt;br /&gt;As Jacen got closer to the front of the room a sudden thought struck me. &lt;em&gt;"Jacen! We can't let them know who were are. That we are Solo's, not just that we are Jedi!"&lt;/em&gt; He groaned inwardly. &lt;em&gt;"I knew that this was a bad idea."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So do you have a plan?" &lt;/em&gt;he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who, me? I wasn't working on the plan. Was I?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes! Jaina, please tell me you have a plan!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I do now."&lt;/em&gt; I replied, thinking quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached Tarken carefully. I bowed, asking permission to talk to him. The Hutt consented. I stepped onto the platform he was raied upon and whispered to him, "My friend and I have five dancing slaves as a gift of good will to you. They are on the roof and wish to preform a private dance for you before they come downstairs."&lt;br /&gt;I saw his slimey face light up at the thought of a private dance. He nodded yes. "Come up in five minutes your Greatness. I think you'll be surprised." My voice heavy with irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jerked my head at Jacen and explained the plan to him as we went up to the roof&lt;em&gt;. "He's even stupider than Jaba. He didn't even ask who they were from. Slimey Perv."&lt;/em&gt; I added with dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This better work Jaina."&lt;/em&gt; Jacen warned me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it does I thought. I don't have a plan B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later Tarken apeared, without guards. I slammed the door behind him and I nearly laughed at the look on his face when he realised that he'd been trapped.&lt;br /&gt;"All right, start talking." I told him. Jacen helped him out.&lt;br /&gt;"We're here about the amount of money that Hu’ar Tann is paying you every month."&lt;br /&gt;"What's it for?"&lt;br /&gt;"What did he do?"&lt;br /&gt;"How is he getting the money every month?"&lt;br /&gt;Tarken sat there, a blank look on his face. "I don't know what you are talking about? The Chiss pays me nothing."&lt;br /&gt;I nearly snarled, this giant space slug had the nerve to sit here and deny the truth! "Look scum, we know he's paying you money and we want to know what for."&lt;br /&gt;"He's not paying me anything." The Hutt stated again.&lt;br /&gt;I lost it. My saber was out and pointed at his face before he could even blink. "Start talking slug. Your scum put my Mum in chains and kept my Dad in suspeneded animation."&lt;br /&gt;"Jaina!" Jacen warned, too late. I realised my mistake. I cusred silently. I huge smile dawned on Tarken's face. "You two are the Solo brats!"&lt;br /&gt;"So what?" Jacen demaned.&lt;br /&gt;"I've wanted you two for a while now. I think it's only fitting that all of the Solo family be property of the Hutts at some stage."&lt;br /&gt;"Think again, space slug." My voice was laced with vemon.&lt;br /&gt;"I will," he said "you see, Tann&lt;strong&gt; is&lt;/strong&gt; paying someone lots of money. It's just not me. Oh yes!" he contined as he read the surprise on my face. "Hu’ar Tann saw somethings that he shouldn't have. GUARDS!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The door started to rattle on it's hinges. "Time to go Jaina." Jacen warned.&lt;br /&gt;"WHO'S HE PAYING???"&lt;br /&gt;Tarken just smiled at me, "He's living on borrowed time, that one."&lt;br /&gt;The full meaning of his words dawned on me. I grabbed my brothers arm. "Let's go." I said, taking one last look at the Hutt master I ran and lept over the side of the roof to take the fast route down.&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you do that?" Jacen shouted at me when we landed. I shrugged. "More fun?" Blaster shots exploded around us. "Get running!" Jacen yelled "Or you'll be having fun in a dancing outfit!" I gritted my teeth and ran towards the speeder.&lt;br /&gt;Jacen arrived first and jumped into the drivers seat. "What took you so long?" he asked. Breathing heavly I answered. "My boots have high heels. Not the best for running in sand in!"&lt;br /&gt;"Then why did you wear them?"&lt;br /&gt;"They look good! Now get going!" I had this feeling that Tann was in trouble. He may be a Bounty Hunter but it was still my job to protect him. From what ever unseen danger there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just landed in Coursant when we got the news. "Jaina, Jacen. We've found the Chiss Bounty Hunter. He's dead!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-116369822828784137?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116369822828784137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=116369822828784137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116369822828784137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116369822828784137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/11/taking-fast-route-down.html' title='Taking the Fast Route Down!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-116343607358386257</id><published>2006-11-13T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:41:13.696Z</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Interlude.</title><content type='html'>I GOT A NEW COMPUTER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So all my problems are fixed. So just to keep you in suspense a little bit longer, here is a picture that cracks me up everytime I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/dirty-jedi-boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next instalment soon. I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-116343607358386257?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116343607358386257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=116343607358386257&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116343607358386257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116343607358386257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/11/quick-interlude.html' title='A Quick Interlude.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-116221164483160320</id><published>2006-10-30T12:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:32:17.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Off to Tatooine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My stupid Holo-net's been down for so long you might need a reminder as to what's been going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-for-holiday.html"&gt;Here you go!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into Mr. Marath practising his instrument. I tried to keep from wincing, it was awful. Marath noticed us and put it down, much to my relief.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, young Jedi.” He greeted us. “I trust you have some news for me?”&lt;br /&gt;Jacen bowed, “Yes, we have reason be believe that the Chiss Bounty Hunter, Hu’ar Tann, was behind it. The reasons are unclear at the moment but we are going to Tatooine to follow up a lead.”&lt;br /&gt;“We thought it best to inform you before we left.” I finished for him.&lt;br /&gt;Marath showed no sign of surprise on his face, but I could feel it in the air. His hands started to move of their own accord again. Jacen and I bowed and turned to go.&lt;br /&gt;Just as we reached the door Marath spoke to us again. “Do you have a transport?” he questioned. A faint glimmer of hope rose in me. “Not a fast one.” I answered with caution. I heard a faint sigh from behind me. I was almost shaking with anticipation. “Here.”&lt;br /&gt;I spun round and caught the keys that were flying through the air towards me. I looked at them and smiled. “Thank you.” I bowed.&lt;br /&gt;Marath waved me away with his hand, “Docking bay 57.” I practically ran out of the room and almost skipped down the street.&lt;br /&gt;Jacen hurried to keep up with me, “What? Why are you so excited? Jaina? What type of transport does Mr. Marath have?”&lt;br /&gt;“Not just a transport my nature twin. A moving, luxury, state-of-the-art flying beast!” Jacen just looked blank. I sighed, he would never really understand my love of machines the way I could never understand his connection with nature. I would let the ship speak for its self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into Docking Bay 57 and Jacen gasped. The ships sleek frame cut a dashing silhouette against the dingy grey walls. I walked up to it proudly; speaking aloud it’s features. “Four engines, top-of-the-range hyper drive, two sleeping cabins with bunks—Sky City standard, long range guns and oodles of storage space. Oh, and a cloaking device. The smallest ever to have one.” I could see that Jacen was impressed. “So what are we waiting for?” He questioned. “Let’s take it for a spin!” we both dashed inside, strapped ourselves in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/spaceship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/spaceship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/spaceship.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome to &lt;em&gt;The Sunbeam&lt;/em&gt;. May I have your destination please?” The computer asked in a sweet voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Tatooine,” I replied, “But I’ll be flying manually, if it’s all the same to you.”&lt;br /&gt;“As you like it.” It replied, somewhat huffily. Jacen could hardly suppress a giggle. “It reminds me of 3PO.” I laughed as I started the engine and lifted off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I flew Jacen read through the holo mail. “Jaina, I really can’t believe this. I mean look at the money here! It’s crazy.”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded grimly “We have to find out why.”&lt;br /&gt;Man, this ship was a beauty to handle. It flew like a dream. I had never imagined a ship like this in my life, it was amazing. And it was super fast too. It could give the &lt;em&gt;Falcon&lt;/em&gt; a good run for its money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Train album later and we landed in Mos Isley. We hurried through the crowded streets and hired a land speeder. We sped along the vast sand dunes until we saw the Hutt Palace sticking up out of the land like a fist that defied everything. I shuddered at the thought of what has happened her 2 decades before. Jacen parked well away from the doors. “You ready?” he asked.“As I’ll ever be.” I replied and we walked up the doors, not knowing what lay behind them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-116221164483160320?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116221164483160320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=116221164483160320&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116221164483160320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116221164483160320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/10/off-to-tatooine.html' title='Off to Tatooine'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-116091398782882260</id><published>2006-10-15T13:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:18:31.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Holiday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/10/40-floors-up.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's another link back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down at the computer, bored with searching the apartment and started to hack. Jacen continued with the fruitless search. Every so often he would stick his head in and ask how I was doing. Every time I told him to go away. Eventually he came in and sat beside me. “Nothing.” He said and began to meditate before I could tell him off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued diligently with my hacking. It was the toughest system I had ever seen but I’ll curse the day when a computer ever beats me.&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later Jacen came out of his trance. He saw me still typing away and sighed, “Come on Jaina, you can’t get in.” I ignored him knowing that I was almost there. I typed in a few more letters and hit enter. A red message flashed up on the screen. I breathed with relief as I read, “Access granted. Welcome Master.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was a synch. I searched a few files and came across one labelled “Private holo-mail.” How stupid can you get? I opened it and what I saw robbed me of words. I pushed the print all button, ran a loop on the security tape and replaced it. Jacen had just finished scanning the sheets I had printed. “You sure?” he asked, his face a picture of surprise. “Oh, yes.” I answered. “I think it’s time we took a trip to Tatooine.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-116091398782882260?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/116091398782882260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=116091398782882260&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116091398782882260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/116091398782882260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-for-holiday.html' title='Time for a Holiday?'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115980736525100442</id><published>2006-10-02T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:05:44.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Floors up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/09/solo-grin.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I gave the famous Solo Grin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe that we are about to do this." Whispered Jacen as we crept along a window ledge 40 floors up.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe that Mum let us do this." I whispered back carefully avoiding a loose bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky that Hu'ar Tann had one of the most expensive penthouses on the planet. Dressed in dark clothes it would be practaly impossible to see us unless you happened to be wearing heat-sensor goggles.&lt;br /&gt;"This is it." Jacen told me as we stepped around a paticulary difficult corner and arrived at a very large ledge.&lt;br /&gt;I grinned as I pulled what looked like decorative chopsicks out of my hair, but these were not for keeping my hair in place.&lt;br /&gt;"This isn't very Jedi like," whispered Jacen. "I'm pretty sure there's something against this in the rules."&lt;br /&gt;I grinned at him. "Since when do I ever follow rules?" and went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later there was a satisfying click and when I pulled gently the window it swung out just as planned. I inclined my head towards Jacen, "After you sir." Jacen stayed where he was. "Security." he stated.&lt;br /&gt;"Curses, I'd forgotten that." I reached into my bag and brought out a pair of wire cutters. I could see teh security box glowing a faint red at the other side of the room. Using the force I flicked it open. The jumble of wires would have confused anyone else but I didn't take Advanced Technology for no reason!&lt;br /&gt;I floated the wire cutters across the room and was half way there when I noticed the camera. "Sith Spit Jacen! Get back!" We both pressed ourselves flat against the outside wall.&lt;br /&gt;I carefully lent my head in and inch by inch I got the cutters across the rest of the room keeping them out of the arch of the camera lens. Finaly I got them there and managed to cut the right wore. The red light faded and I knew we were in. "We might need to grab that tape before we go. If we have time I might be able to cut the offending material out."&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know that Tenn is on Tatonee again?" Jacen asked nerviously.&lt;br /&gt;"I have my sources," I said "Now lets find some evidence!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Sorry this is so late. My holonet broke. It's still not completly fixed. I'm also sorry this plot line is running on so long. I didn't expect it to write it's self so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/09/solo-grin.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115980736525100442?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115980736525100442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115980736525100442&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115980736525100442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115980736525100442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/10/40-floors-up.html' title='40 Floors up.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115869643451644876</id><published>2006-09-19T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:07:23.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Solo Grin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/09/answers-to-few-questions.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; if you have no idea what is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jaina, what on Naboo makes you think that Tann is behind this?”&lt;br /&gt;I was back in the apartment talking to Mum.&lt;br /&gt;“Look, I know it all sounds a bit hazy and like a lot of guess work but lets look at the facts for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;1. On of the most secure banks is broken into and it looks for the entire world like an inside job because there are no signs of the bank being broken into.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jacen and I get called in by a very annoying Mr. Marath.&lt;br /&gt;3.Jacen and I notice nothing until I get to the vault.&lt;br /&gt;4. The vault is empty of emotion.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t forget the strange noise that Mr. Marath heard.” Butted in Jacen.&lt;br /&gt;“Plus the really high pitched noise that Marath heard,” I continued, “So I realise that being in the bank is like being around Jagged Fel. I go and find him to conduct a simple experiment. It comes out the way I expected, Jag leaves hardly any emotion behind him, I assume that it is because the Chiss raised him and come to the logical conclusion that it was a Chiss. The only Chiss Bounty Hunter that we know of is Tann.”&lt;br /&gt;Mum still didn’t think that I had it right.&lt;br /&gt;“O.K Jaina,” she said, “lets assume for a moment that it was a Chiss. Why do you think that it was Tann? Couldn’t it have been a common thief? Just because Tann is a Bounty Hunter doesn’t mean that it he robbed a bank. Quite the opposite in fact, Hu’ar is a very successful Bounty Hunter and already very rich. Why would he need more money?”&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged. I hadn’t thought about a motive, I just had this gut feeling that it was him. “I dunno, greed? What do you think Jacen?”&lt;br /&gt;Jacen looked up. He was sitting in the corner taking no part in the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;“I think that you are both right.” I let out an exasperated sigh, Jacen ignored me and continued. “But I do also know that Jaina had good intuition in these things. Tann is the best lead that we have and I don’t think that there is any harm in following it up.”&lt;br /&gt;“There’s no solid evidence!” Mum cried throwing her hands up in the air. “How are you going to check him out? Do you know where he is? Are you two going to find him and bring him in? Or just bump into him in the street and have a wee chat with him there?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ah,” I said letting my mouth slide into the trademark Solo grin, “We don’t need to talk to him…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115869643451644876?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115869643451644876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115869643451644876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115869643451644876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115869643451644876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/09/solo-grin.html' title='The Solo Grin'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115800639546213253</id><published>2006-09-11T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:28:05.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers to a few Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Find out what Jag had to do &lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/09/search-for-jag.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag appeared out of the room about 7 minutes later. In his hand he held the 50 credit piece in his hand and he dropped it into my outstreched palm. I thanked him and told him to stay in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the common room and connected my self to the Force. It was just as I had thought. There was hardly any emotion left in the room. I dandered around it. There was slight confusion in the spot where Jag had been standing when I left the room but there was nothing around the seat that I had hidden the coin. Strangly there was a strong sense of annoyance in the air, but that was probably just from the others that I had told to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Jag back into the room. His face displayed no emotion and neither did his feeling. I had never really understood that about Jag. I could never feel what he was feeling. But I think I understood that now. "Jag, you weren't raised my your parents were you?"&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head and I think that I detected a small trace of sadness come from him.&lt;br /&gt;"You were raised by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiss"&gt;Chiss,&lt;/a&gt; isn't that right?"&lt;br /&gt;Again he nodded. "I am proud of that." he stated.&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me Jag, do the Chiss convey their emotions well?"&lt;br /&gt;Jag looked confused. "I do not think so. At least, not in the way that you do. We see it as a sign of weakness."&lt;br /&gt;I stayed silent prosessing these thoughts. "It all makes sense now." I mused out loud.&lt;br /&gt;"What does, Jaina? Why are you aking me this?"&lt;br /&gt;I ran my hand through my hair, distracted. "There was a robbery at a bank last night. The vault that had been robbed contained no emotion. I think a Chiss did it. It makes sense. The Chiss are known to be more advanced than us in terms of technology. That's why a hack wouldn't show." I thought out loud. "And the only Chiss bounty hunter that I know of is Hu'ar Tann."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115800639546213253?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115800639546213253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115800639546213253&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115800639546213253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115800639546213253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/09/answers-to-few-questions.html' title='Answers to a few Questions'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115713636355108672</id><published>2006-09-01T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T17:39:05.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search for Jag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/interesting-turn-of-events.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to find out why I decided I needed to find Jag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the bottom of the street I stopped running. I realised that I didn’t know where Jag was, all I knew was that the Rouges were in Coursant for a while. Wondering how I could find them I remembered about the Force powers that I had discovered &lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_jedijainasolo_archive.html"&gt;the last time I was with the Squadron.&lt;/a&gt; (You might want to start at the bottom of that page)Master Durron had told me that we were not supposed to use Force Transportation but I really couldn’t see another way of getting to him. I knew that &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://wedgeantillies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wedge&lt;/a&gt; would probably know where Jag was so it was my best bet to try and Transport to him. I had to concentrate on him and I didn’t want to suddenly disappear in the middle of a busy Coursant street so I nipped down a side ally that wasn’t too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes and focused on the Force, I let it flow through me and become a part of me. I pictured Wedge in minds eye and kept thinking of him. Memories I had forgotten came back to me and I kept thinking of him. I felt a strange sensation in my feet and I knew it was working. Suddenly I became weightless and I opened my eyes. As soon as I did I dropped out of the sky straight on to Wedge, who was sitting at his desk.&lt;br /&gt;“Ouch!” He yelled and I jumped up off him.&lt;br /&gt;“Oops! Sorry Commander. I didn’t mean to do that.”&lt;br /&gt;“Jaina?” he looked confused, “What? I mean… how? No, what?”&lt;br /&gt;“Force power. Look I don’t have any time to talk. Do you know where Jagged Fel is?”&lt;br /&gt;He gestured towards the door. “In the living area, I think. Why?”&lt;br /&gt;I set off at a run. “No time. I’ll tell you later. Oh! And congratulations!”&lt;br /&gt;Just as I got to the end of that corridor my holo communicator went off. It was a meme from&lt;a href="http://aniskywalkersblog.blogspot.com/"&gt; Skywalker&lt;/a&gt;. I ignored it. I was too busy for that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I’m running down these corridors I’ll tell you why the fact that the vault had no emotion in it was so important. Everything you do leaves a trace of emotion. Shopping, talking, even just passing a certain person on the street. How strong the emotion is determines how long the trace lasts. For example the place that you had your first kiss would leave a very strong sense of love and affection. It would probably last for a week or two. Negative things like breaking up with some one or having a serious argument would leave a trace of anger and sometimes hate.&lt;br /&gt;Now you would think that robbing a bank would leave a few emotion traces behind wouldn’t you? A robbery would normally leave something like fear, adrenaline or apprehension, but the vault had none of those. I think I know why but I’ll need to talk to Jag first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the door of the living area and burst in breathless, “Jag… I need you— ” The boys burst out laughing. I didn’t see what was so funny. “ Your help.” I finished. “Yes, Jaina,” he said in that strong accent of his. “What is it that you need?”&lt;br /&gt;I looked around, the boys were looking very interested. I glared at them. “You lot. Scram.” They got up grumbling and wandered out into the hall and dispersed. I took a 50 credit piece out of my pocket and placed it under a pillow of a seat. I looked at Jag. “I’m going to go out of the room. I hope no one steals my money.” I shot Jag a look that told him I wanted him to take it. He shot me one back, clearly confused. “I do not understand. You want me to take the money?”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” I replied and winked at him. He cottoned on and returned. “Ok, Jaina. I will make sure your money is not taken. I will join you in 10 minutes.”&lt;br /&gt;I beamed at him and walked out the door closing it behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holo communicator went off again. It was the same message except it was from Becca,&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://erifiaapoc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erifia Apoc&lt;/a&gt;’s sidekick. I sighed as I opened it. I had nothing better to do until Jag came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the nearest book. &lt;em&gt;(I looked around, I couldn’t see any. Then I noticed a bookshelf in the corner of the corridor. What is that doing there anyway? I pulled the nearest one towards me with the force. It was called. “How to make sure missions are a success.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2. Open to page 123. &lt;em&gt;(Chapter 5- “Destroying a Death Star”)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence. &lt;em&gt;(one… two… three… four… there it is! Five!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;4. Post the text of it and the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To destroy a Death Star can be difficult, but it can be easy if you know how. First make sure that you have a whinny ass farm boy, preferably one that is Force sensitive. Then only go in for the attack when you are sure that you can’t win, most of your pilots will be destroyed and the farm boy will realise that it is his destiny to do blow up that joint before any more people die and he has no one to complain to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking it! Just pick up what ever is closest. &lt;em&gt;(There wasn’t much choice really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6. Tag three people. &lt;em&gt;(My two brothers and Zekk, but since they don’t have blogs you won’t be seeing their answers!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-council-meeting.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read this if you want to know what happened after the council meeting a few months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps. Sorry this is so late, but blogger ate my story about 3 times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115713636355108672?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115713636355108672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115713636355108672&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115713636355108672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115713636355108672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/09/search-for-jag.html' title='The Search for Jag'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/th_themagnificantbeccaguestposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115642825856836963</id><published>2006-08-24T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:31:24.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Turn of Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Need to know what happened in the vault? Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/somethings-not-right-here.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the vault into the safety of a room that held emotions. Marath stood looking concerned. “Is everything all right?” I ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;“Jacen have you ever heard of anything like that before?”&lt;br /&gt;“No.” he replied shaking his head.&lt;br /&gt;“What? What is it?” Marath had a panicky edge to his voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Jaina, is there no technology or species that could have done that? Have you never even heard the notion of it?” Jacen asked me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a second. “No never. Well I don’t know about species. That’s supposed to be your subject. But never has the notion ever been conceived about a machine that could cause that.”&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me?” Marath interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not entirely sure about species.” Said Jacen. “I’ve never heard tell of it before. But there are lots of things that I don’t know.”&lt;br /&gt;“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???” Marath yelled.&lt;br /&gt;I spun on my heel.&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Marath, I would advise you not to shout at members of the Jedi Order. It’s not good manners. My brother and I have just discovered a very interesting turn of events. We will need time to look into it.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…” Marath began to hum. I assume to calm himself down.&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to the vault door and looked at the keypad. If it had been hacked into there would have been a mark on it. I don’t know where and I don’t know how small, it can vary but there was nothing. Not even a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;“Jaina,” Jacen was talking to me. “Come on, we need to report to Uncle Luke.”&lt;br /&gt;I took one last look at the keypad then turned around. “Goodbye Mr. Marath. I’m sure we will meet again.”&lt;br /&gt;And with that Jacen and I left the Bank and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had reached home I let Jacen report to Uncle Luke. I had this nagging feeling that I should know where I had felt the feeling of that familiar presence before. Plus I was tired and wanted to meditate.&lt;br /&gt;There was no sign of Mum at home and I went into my room, kicked off my boots and sat on the floor with my legs crossed. I sank into that state where images and thoughts just drift through your mind, eventually I got to the state where there is nothing, just emptiness. It’s so nice just to sit like that but eventually you fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to; you know that state of mind when you are half dreaming but still awake? Well I was there when a face flashed in front of my eyes. I was fully aware of everything in an instant. I couldn’t believe that it had taken so long for me to realise it. I pulled on my boots and ran out of the apartment. I yelled to Jacen on my way out, “I think I know what happened at the bank! I know where I’ve felt that familiar presence!”&lt;br /&gt;“Who is it?” He shouted back.&lt;br /&gt;I answered just as I passed through the door. “Jagged Fel!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115642825856836963?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115642825856836963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115642825856836963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115642825856836963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115642825856836963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/interesting-turn-of-events.html' title='An Interesting Turn of Events'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115565051300187930</id><published>2006-08-15T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:02:07.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's not right here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want to know why I don't trust Marath? Then read &lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/mr-marath.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen and I walked slowly around the foyer, talking through our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Do you really think that Marath did this?”&lt;/em&gt; Jacen asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It’s possible,”&lt;/em&gt; I replied bending down to check in a potted plant for recent finger marks. There was nothing. &lt;em&gt;“I don’t trust the guy but I don’t think he did it. Something doesn’t feel quite right in here. Can you not sense it?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yea, it’s almost like… I dunno. It’s hard to put a finger on it.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I straightened up from checking for footprints behind the counters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Emotion.”&lt;/em&gt; I said. “&lt;em&gt;There is hardly any emotion in the air. And a certain presence, like one I’ve felt before. It’s not exactly the same but it’s familiar. I can’t think where I’ve felt it before.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We are in a bank Jaina,”&lt;/em&gt; replied Jacen. &lt;em&gt;“They are pretty emotionless places.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mm.” I mumbled out loud. I was pretty sure it was something more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later I approached Marath. “I was wondering if I could have a look at the vault Mr. Marath. My brother is going to continue looking out here but it doesn’t look like there is anything to be found.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, dear. Oh dear.” Jabbered Marath, his hands couldn’t stay still. “It’s not looking very good for me is it?”&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head. “No Mr. Marath it isn’t.”&lt;br /&gt;He continued to wring his hands. “The vault?” I prompted him.&lt;br /&gt;“What? Oh yes! The vault is this way.”&lt;br /&gt;He led me through a series of doors with locks and the strange feeling increased. “None of these doors had their codes hacked into?” I was amazed. There was so many of them.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right. It’s so strange. And I am the only person who knows these codes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got the vault I had a quick scout outside it. There was nothing, no clues and nothing else. It was just one massive door with a keypad for entering the codes.&lt;br /&gt;“Could you open it for me please?” I asked, remembering to ask nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Marath typed in 4 different codes and the door swung open gently. I shivered but put it down to the blast of cold air that hit me. I took two steps in and it felt like someone had hit me, I gasped for air and slowly I forced myself to breath.&lt;br /&gt;I called out through my thoughts to Jacen knowing my normal voice would never reach him. He came running. “What is it Ja…” he stopped as he felt it to, though it didn’t affect him as much.&lt;br /&gt;“But what could have done it?” he questioned.&lt;br /&gt;“I have no idea.” I replied as I stood up straight and looked around. The vault was completely void of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/mr-marath.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115565051300187930?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115565051300187930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115565051300187930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115565051300187930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115565051300187930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/somethings-not-right-here.html' title='Something&apos;s not right here.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115515829808549160</id><published>2006-08-09T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:15:24.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Marath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want to know why we are at the bank? Then read &lt;a href="http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-great.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge glass doors swung open to let us in as we entered the Bank. The manager greeted us. He was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minor_races_in_Star_Wars#Bith"&gt;Bith&lt;/a&gt; and quite small. He appeared nervous constantly wringing his hands together, then putting them in his pockets and pulling them out again.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," he said extending his hand to Jacen. "I assume you are the Jedi that Master Skywalker has sent."&lt;br /&gt;Jacen shook his hand. "Yes, my sister and I are handling this as a mission, Mr...?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Marath, my name is Marath." he said barely glancing at me. I took an instant dislike to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Space slug."&lt;/em&gt; I thought. Jacen shot me a look that plainly said &lt;strong&gt;I-heard-that-don't be rude!&lt;/strong&gt; Marath was continuing, "... for being rude but I thought that Princess Leia was to take up my cause?"&lt;br /&gt;"We are very sorry, but Master Leia was other wise engaged so she was unable to come." I said with just a hint of sarcasm. &lt;em&gt;"But I bet you would have liked to have her here, worm." &lt;/em&gt;Jacen shot me another look and said quickly "Could you please tell us why you called the Jedi in on this instance please, Mr. Marath? Is this not more of a case for the CIA*?"&lt;br /&gt;ell…,” he replied, wringing his hands more than before, “it would be but...” Marath glanced around and noticing a rather interested policeman changed his sentence to “Would you like to come into my office young Jedi? Bring your sister as well.”&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him, gob smacked. “Why the little…” “Mr. Marath, I’m afraid you didn’t understand my brother. We are taking this as a joint mission. We are &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; Jedi.”&lt;br /&gt;If Marath was surprised he didn’t show it. I could sense nothing either. I was really beginning to dislike this guy. “How nice for you.” was all he said.&lt;br /&gt;I followed Jacen into the back of the bank and then up the lift to Marath’s office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His office was plush. He had a rather large leather armchair with his desk facing the window. It was a stunning view. He had pictures of himself with famous people all over the back wall. There was one of him with the Senator of Coursant and the Chancellor of the New Republic. Jacen pointed to one and asked, “Is that Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes?”&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Marath smiled, “Ah yes.” he sighed. “That was taken a quite a few years ago now, it must be nearly 15. Or perhaps it is more like 20. Time goes so fast you know, I can hardly keep track of it. It was at their very last gig you know.”&lt;br /&gt;“I believe that they played their last gig 24 years ago Mr. Marath.” I said. “Quite a few members are no longer living.”&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Marath shook his head. “Alas, I know. The fate of us all.”&lt;br /&gt;Jacen decided it was time to bring this converstion back to the matter at hand. “Mr. Marath would you like to tell us why you called the Jedi in?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, yes! Silly me. I had almost forgotten what you were here for. Won’t you please take a seat… I’m sorry I don’t believe I caught your names.”&lt;br /&gt;“We didn’t give them.” I answered coolily.&lt;br /&gt;Jacen seemed to think it was aproapite to make up for my lack of curtosy. “I am Jacen and this is Jaina.” He answered as he took a seat.&lt;br /&gt;“I prefare to stand, thanks.” I stated. I wanted to be ready for anything. More and more I was getting the feeling that there was something funny going on here.&lt;br /&gt;“Each to his own,” said Mr. Marath, not in the least bit offended. “Now, what would you like to know, young Jedi?”&lt;br /&gt;“Start at the start Mr. Marath, I think would be best.”&lt;br /&gt;“And don’t leave anything out. Even feelings can help us.” Jacen told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” he began “It was like any other night. The day had gone well, not too many angry customers to deal with. I locked up as normal, my droid told me that everything was locked securly. I live above the bank so I went up and went through my normal routine. I went to bed and everything seemed fine. I then woke up in the middle of the night. It must have been around 2 or 2.30am. I was unsure as to what had woken me first of all, I normaly am very had to wake. I procceded to visit my bathroom to get a drink. It was then that I became aware as to what had woken me. There was a very high pitched buzing, too high pitched for most species, coming through the floor. My quarters are a few below this one. I didn’t think much of it as strange noises are often heard in this Planet. I simply turned on Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes to drown it out and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When I went down in the morning the vault door was wide open. The front door was unlocked and 10 million credits were gone. I called in the police and the checked around. The strange thing was that there was no evidence of the vault being broken into and the security code hadn’t been hacked into. It was clean and the same with the front door. The poilce started questioning me and that’s when I called you in. You see, the thing is, I’m convinced that the strange buzzing I heard last night has something to do with it. That’s why you two are here!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“How do we know he didn’t do it?”&lt;/em&gt; I questioned Jacen through my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Because he has no motive. Besides, he doesn’t seem that concerned about himself in all of this. He just wants to find his banks money.”&lt;/em&gt; Jacen answered.&lt;br /&gt;I took a few steps towards the door. “We’ll have a look around then, Mr. Marath.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Coruscant Intelligence Agency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115515829808549160?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115515829808549160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115515829808549160&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115515829808549160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115515829808549160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/mr-marath.html' title='Mr. Marath'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115505989670935770</id><published>2006-08-08T18:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:58:30.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Great!</title><content type='html'>"And don't be too late either!" yelled Mum as we wandered out of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;"Bye Mum." I shouted as a reply. Jacen and I were going downtown to have a bit of fun with no parents around. Not down-downtown, just downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where do you want to go first?" asked Jacen.&lt;br /&gt;"Not sure is there anywhere you need to go?" I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"Well.... Umm... yea, there is. I need to go and get some treats for Scooter."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, well I need to get some parts for the old hover bike that is lying in the shed in New Naboo and I've just been notified that the Rouge Squadron in stationed here so I want to go and say Hi to Wedge. He's just been promoted so I suppose I need to congratulate him."&lt;br /&gt;So we headed off to the Pet Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later we were still there. I was bored silly. "Jacen come on, you've been in here so long. What is the hold up?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me, his eyes were full of mock pity. "Aww poor Jaina can't stand being in a shop that she doesn't like for longer than 5 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;I shoved him. "Shut up! But seriously, all you are getting is mouse treats. How hard is it?"&lt;br /&gt;apparently very hard if you are Jacen. 10 minutes later he was still wondering if it would be better to get treats that helped Scooter's teeth or helped his digestive system.&lt;br /&gt;He ended up getting them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the 10 minute walk to "Bill's Bits and Bobs." I know it's a crap name but you can find the most amazing cheap stuff in there.&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were about to go in my communicator went. I took it out of my pocket and rolled my eyes, "It's Mum." Honestly we've only been out of the house 45 minutes and she's already checking on us. Sometimes it's weeks during the term! As soon as summer comes she suddenly cares.&lt;br /&gt;I set it on my hand and pushed the accept button. Mum's face appeared as a projection. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/leia_holo%20r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/leia_holo%20r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Just outside the spare part shop Mum." I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh good! Luke just got in contact with me asking me to go down to the Coursant branch of the Galactic Bank. There's been a break in and a substantial amount of money stolen. I told him you two could handle it as a mission. Report back to Master Skywalker when you are done." And she cut communation.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Jacen, Jacen looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;"Great," I said, "Just great." and we set off to pay the bank a visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115505989670935770?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115505989670935770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115505989670935770&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115505989670935770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115505989670935770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-great.html' title='Just Great!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115479668986836819</id><published>2006-08-05T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:51:29.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>I am truly sorry about this. I know I gave you a quiz last time and I'm giving you another one today but I thought you might like this one. It's been pretty borning at the moment, yea I've been having lots of fun but it's nothing you would be paticulary interested in. I'm sure to run into something soon. I never can go long with out running into trouble.  And in Corusant trouble is never very far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="www.geocities.com/njoquiz" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pages.sbcglobal.net/jedifreac/_uimages/jaina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/njoquiz" target="new"&gt;I took the New Jedi Order Character Quiz and All I got was this lousy picture.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/jedifreac"&gt;jedifreac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115479668986836819?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115479668986836819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115479668986836819&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115479668986836819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115479668986836819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115445866147563739</id><published>2006-08-01T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:10:28.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't stop me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Theme Song is Born to Be Wild by Steppenwolf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/born-to-be-wild.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like smoke and lightning&lt;br /&gt;Heavy metal thunder&lt;br /&gt;Racin' with the wind&lt;br /&gt;And the feelin' that I'm under"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total independent spirit, you can't be held down or fenced in.&lt;br /&gt;You crave the feeling of wind on your face... and totally freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/"&gt;What's Your Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK, so I stole this off &lt;a href="http://wedgeantillies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wedge's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, but this is the result I got and I was so pleased with it. I'm really feeling good right now and this song captures my mood perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the summer, I'm on Coursant with no limits and the &lt;em&gt;Trixter&lt;/em&gt; is ready and waiting to be used. I just can't wait to get out there and have a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115445866147563739?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115445866147563739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115445866147563739&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115445866147563739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115445866147563739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-cant-stop-me.html' title='You can&apos;t stop me!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115445805430080784</id><published>2006-08-01T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:47:49.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/postcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my Blogging Friends,&lt;br /&gt;I am having a great time here on Kashyyyk. The surf is brilliant and everyone is having an awesome time!&lt;br /&gt;The sun has been brilliant. Jacen got a bit burnt but he's fine now. Mum has finally stopped talking about the Republic and Dad is enjoying his frequent trips down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose by the time you get this I will be almost home as the G.P.S (Galactic Postal Service) is so slow.&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon,&lt;br /&gt;Jaina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115445805430080784?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115445805430080784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115445805430080784&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115445805430080784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115445805430080784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/08/postcard.html' title='Postcard'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115162165610644627</id><published>2006-06-29T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:38:03.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Far Too Early!</title><content type='html'>I was floating through the sky... there was cookies everywhere... and chocloate chips and marshmallows flying around... I was flying and eating at the same time... it was amazing... I started to float towards the biggest marshmallow... but I was gathering speed. I couldn't slow down. I was going to crash into it! There was a huge "Whump" sound and I woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacen! What did you do that for?" The pillow that he had thrown at me lay on the floor. I looked at my clock. It was only 7.30. I groaned and turned over. It had been a late night last night.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Jaina. Winter says we need to get up."&lt;br /&gt;I was so sleeply. "It's far too early. Go away."&lt;br /&gt;Jacen pulled my covers off using the Force. "No, we have to leave in an hour."&lt;br /&gt;Leave? That didn't sound right. I sat up rubbing my eyes. "Leave for where?"&lt;br /&gt;The pillow smacked me in the face again. "Mum's Senatorial Tour."&lt;br /&gt;"I thought that she wasn't going to do that this year." I said with a tinge of annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;"She changed her mind now get up." and Jacen disapeared into his own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawled out of bed and stumbled into the refresher. It woke me up slightly. When I was back in my room I set about packing. I used the Force to throw a few things into a bag. Mum's Tours were always really boring as we had to listen to pretty much the same speech everywhere she went. And they lasted about ten days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had gotten my breakfast I went out to the docking bay to discover that Anakin wasn't there and we were waitng on him. I had to go and get him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin is even less of a morning person than me. I shook him.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh! Jaina! Get off!" And back to sleep he goes.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled his covers off.&lt;br /&gt;He used the Force to get them back.&lt;br /&gt;I called him.&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. No Anakin here."&lt;br /&gt;I poked him.&lt;br /&gt;He shreeked. Poking never fails.&lt;br /&gt;I explained the suitation to him and he wanted to get straight back into bed.&lt;br /&gt;"You can't. Now come on!"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought that we were supposed to be having a nice quiet holiday this summer. Going on this tour is gonna give us like, 3 days before we head to Kashyyyk."&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him. "Anakin we are Solo's. We never have a quiet life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finaly an hour and a half after Jacen had woken me up, (Winter was going spare) we were all set to leave. I climbed aboard the&lt;em&gt; Falcon&lt;/em&gt; hopeing that Dad would let me fly some of the time to take away from the bordom.&lt;br /&gt;Mum smiled at us all.&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't this going to be fun?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115162165610644627?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162165610644627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115162165610644627&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115162165610644627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115162165610644627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-far-too-early.html' title='It&apos;s Far Too Early!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115148924191577362</id><published>2006-06-28T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:47:25.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party.</title><content type='html'>"Jacen, hurry up! You are so slow!!!" I called across my room into Jacen's.&lt;br /&gt;"Jaina, I can't decide what to wear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes, "You're worse than Mum. Let me see you."&lt;br /&gt;I strolled into his room only to see piles of clothes thrown around his room. I groaned. "This is gonna take some time." I said as I started pulling clothes out from underneath each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Jacen_pirate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Jacen_pirate.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked up a torn T-shirt. "How about a Pirate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The boots are too small."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Jacen_navel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Jacen_navel.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok then, how about a Naval officer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm.... No... It doesn't look right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Jacen_boxer.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Jacen_boxer.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "Let's try a boxer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Jacen_high%20elf.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Jacen_high%20elf.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Jacen_high%20elf.1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"High Elf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Jacen_wizard.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Jacen_wizard.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wizard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Jacen_school%20student.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Jacen_school%20student.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"School Student?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not even proper fancy dress!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a herf="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jacen_robyn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jacen_robyn.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, so you don't like the normal outfits how about heros?&lt;br /&gt;You could be Robin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on his face said it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a herf="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jacen_batman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jacen_batman.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned, "Well Batman then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Black's so.... Depressing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a herf="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jacen_zoro.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jacen_zoro.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zoro?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did I just say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a herf="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jacen_Superman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jacen_Superman.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emm.... Superman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I give up then. I have no idea what you are going to wear! Why didn't you decide this yesterday?"&lt;br /&gt;"I did but then I changed my mind."&lt;br /&gt;I was just about ready to strangle him at this stage when he dived back into the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is it! I'll wear this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a herf="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jacen_ben.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jacen_ben.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacen, that's just old fashioned Jedi robes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned. "Yea! I'll go as Ben Kenobi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! He can be so annoying sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go then!" I cried grabbing him and running though the halls into the courtyard and straight into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch!" cried Jacen rubbing his nose. "Who put that there?"&lt;br /&gt;"And why does it have a star on top?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around it and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a herf="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Lowie_cristmastree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Lowie_cristmastree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lowbacca?"&lt;br /&gt;"RAW ARHA!"&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not surprised you couldn't find anything else to come as you are nearly 8 feet tall and covered in hair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Tenel Ka and Zekk came over. Tenel Ka had this really cool fairy thing going on and Zekk was dressed as a Warrior King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Zekk_king.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Zekk_king.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/TenalKa_fairy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/TenalKa_fairy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all partyin' hard and dancing. Uncle Luke had gotten his hands on a live band some how when Dad turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/IndianaJones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/IndianaJones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you dressed as?" we all asked. We had never seen that outfit before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad grinned the way only Solo's can grin. "I'm Indiana Jones. He's a hero off some film from that little planet Far Far away. What's its' name agian? Something like Soil, Mud, Dirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator&lt;/a&gt; stuck his head in the window and yelled "It's Earth dang it! Earth!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's right! I remember now. It's Earth. So anyone for Cookies?"&lt;br /&gt;We all screamed and practaly jumped on the bag of cookies that Dad had brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the party was in full swing and most of the Temple was there plus a few locals that we were friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was having a brillinat time and the music was great.&lt;br /&gt;I admit it was really funny when Zekk slipped and poured nearly the whole jug of juice over himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it really.&lt;br /&gt;I have told you what I went as.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Look at that, I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;No... I really don't want to show you a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Do you promise not to laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. Well I, for one night only swapped my oil covered overalls, put my hair up and donned a dress to go as a Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jaina_princess.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/Jaina_princess.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115148924191577362?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115148924191577362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115148924191577362&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115148924191577362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115148924191577362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/06/party.html' title='The Party.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/The-Jedi-Ninja/Blog/th_Jacen_robyn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115135266223329258</id><published>2006-06-26T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:12:57.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and Dusted</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone and welcome to my new-look blog!I know I said that I was getting rid of the dots but I really liked having the side bar on the left so I made a new backround! I hope it's not to0 distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things round here at the Jedi Temple are pretty much breaking up for summer. Of course Jedi's don't take summer holidays and everyone always has to be prepared to be called in to help but people that have familys normaly take a few weeks away from the Temple. I'm lucky, because I'm not a Master yet I get to spend the whole summer with my family!&lt;br /&gt;The Jedis that don't have familys, like Zekk, get to stay at the temple but Zekk normaly stays with friends, (me, Tenel Ka or Lowie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has come down from Coursant to help us get ready for the holidays. This year we are going to spend a few weeks on Kashyyyk with Lowie and Chewie. It should be great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Luke has allowed us to hold an end-of-exams party in the Temple! It is going to be on Wedensday and is going to be a Sith of a party!&lt;br /&gt;Zekk suggested to make it fancy dress and we all thought it was such a silly idea that it would make a brilliant party. I've no idea what Lowie is going to do though, there's not much he can do really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's you brought up to date now if you will excuse me I have to go and find an outfit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115135266223329258?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115135266223329258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115135266223329258&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115135266223329258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115135266223329258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/06/done-and-dusted_26.html' title='Done and Dusted'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-115088946255143661</id><published>2006-06-21T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:31:02.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Note</title><content type='html'>I'm nearly finished my J.E.D.I.s!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I only have one exam left this week so I will hopefully be back in blogging buisness next week!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna spend the weekend fixing up by blog look (finaly) so see you all then! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-115088946255143661?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/115088946255143661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=115088946255143661&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115088946255143661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/115088946255143661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-little-note.html' title='Just a Little Note'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114976788626144667</id><published>2006-06-08T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:16:55.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating Again.</title><content type='html'>I took a quick visit down to &lt;a href="http://dexinthecity.blogspot.com/2006/06/jaina-hey-guys.html#comments"&gt;Dex's Diner&lt;/a&gt; today and showed him a coulpe of holos from the &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;torm &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;rooper &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;elocation Program.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's going pretty well. Most Imperial Troops are coming forward and are settling in well. Obvioulsy they can't live a "normal" life because of the accelerated growth thing and they prefer to keep their armor on 'cause they all look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately there are still some that think that the Empire will rise again and we have uncovered some recruitment schemes. It doesn't look too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4841896759690523283&amp;q=Storm+Troopers"&gt;Recruitment Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://armyofclone.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AOC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; would I be right in thinking that this was your work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That holo was also found with a few posters like the one below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/400/vader-stormtrooper-ad_cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we might have our work cut out for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114976788626144667?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114976788626144667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114976788626144667&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114976788626144667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114976788626144667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/06/procrastinating-again.html' title='Procrastinating Again.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114806903609109885</id><published>2006-05-19T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:09:09.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Begun...</title><content type='html'>Now, strangely this title could apply to many things. Yes, my J.E.D.I.s have begun. Yes, the changing of my Blog has begun (notice the personalised links, the new picture and you can now "contact me")&lt;br /&gt;But the thing I really wanted to talk about is what began last night... The SEVENTH series of Big Brother... Dear Maker, save me now...&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 14 weeks of television Hell have begun. I really can't believe that it has happened every summer for seven years. You think that the planet would get sick of watching about 15 people in one house. I mean how much difference is there between one series and the next? The house gets smaller every year. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather cut each of my fingers off with a lightsaber than watch that dribble. Actually make that a blunt knife.&lt;br /&gt;And then there is all the hype in the papers about who "Got together" in the house. None of the relationships last!!!! Can no one see that??? It's like the whole universe lives off this program for all of the summer! It exploits human weakness and makes money from it. I really can't stand it. People become in huge danger if they even mention it in earshot of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after I've put you all to sleep with my raving here's a question for you. Have you ever wondered why my Grandfather went to the Dark Side or never understood it fully? Well here it is, laid out for you in a way that even a Hutt could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomfilms.com/contentPlay/videoAutoPlay.jsp?id=dark_switch"&gt;The Reason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114806903609109885?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114806903609109885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114806903609109885&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114806903609109885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114806903609109885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-has-begun.html' title='It Has Begun...'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114720516516553158</id><published>2006-05-09T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:07:00.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lullaby</title><content type='html'>Dusk was falling as I reached the Temple.&lt;br /&gt;No sooner had I stepped inside than a huge ball of fur set upon me!&lt;br /&gt;“Ahh! Lowie, get off!” I laughed. “Yes, it’s good to see you too.”&lt;br /&gt;“Jaina!” came a light voice from the hall and Tenel Ka came flying through followed very closely by Jacen. I was set upon by both of them and we collapsed in a fit of laughter. “Ok, Ok! Enough already.” I said as I struggled to my feet. I pulled Jacen up and gave him a proper hug. He looked a bit peaky. “You ok?” I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, I’ve just been a little worried about you, that’s all.”&lt;br /&gt;I patted him on the back. “Well I’m back now and I’m fine as well. What about you two? What have you been up to?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well recently, we’ve mostly been revising.” Answered Tenel Ka.&lt;br /&gt;“RAWORR AHH”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, buddy. We know you’re sick of it.” Said Jacen as he patted Lowie on the arm.&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly confused. “Revision, for what?”&lt;br /&gt;All three looked at me as if I had just turned into a Storm Trooper. “Uh… Our J.E.D.I.s, Jaina. You know, those really important exams we have this year?”&lt;br /&gt;I smacked my head. “Aw Holy Sith! I’d forgotten about those! When do they start?”&lt;br /&gt;“Your oral in Wookiee is on Friday.”&lt;br /&gt;“Aww Crap! I wonder if I could be excused?…”&lt;br /&gt;“Not likely Jaina. These are really important. Even Zekk was taking them seriously before he ran off again.” Sighed Tenel Ka.&lt;br /&gt;I groaned. Zekk was always running of for some reason or other. “When do you think he’ll be back?”&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged. “Dunno, he’ll probably turn up at the end of the summer, but I don’t know if he’ll be let back in. Master Skywalker said that he had to take them or he wasn’t allowed back in.”&lt;br /&gt;I flinched at the sound of my Uncle’s name. “You ok?” asked Jacen.&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, I just had a fight with Uncle Luke but it’s fine. The problem here is Zekk. We have to find him.”&lt;br /&gt;“Na, it’s cool. Lowie and I will go out in his speeder and look for him.” Suggested Tenel Ka.&lt;br /&gt;“But it’s nearly dark!” I protested.&lt;br /&gt;“WARRAW RA!”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok. I agree. No one will touch you while you’re around Lowbacca.”&lt;br /&gt;“And you probably want to talk to Jacen alone anyway.” Smiled Tenel Ka.&lt;br /&gt;I grinned; sometimes she could read my mind almost as well a Jacen.&lt;br /&gt;“See you later then!” I shouted down the hall at their retreating backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I related the whole tale to Jacen in thought speak, I was too tired to speak out loud. He stroked my hair gently; I was lying on his bed with my head in his lap. It was comforting to know that he was there. After a few minutes of silence Jacen spoke, “We’re different now, aren’t we?”&lt;br /&gt;I frowned. I hadn’t thought of it like that. “I suppose so. But you’ll always be my brother Jacen.”&lt;br /&gt;And we were different; this experience had changed me I had… grown up I suppose. And Jacen wasn’t with me. But that didn’t matter, he was my twin and he always would be. We would always be there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;I yawned. Jacen began to sing. Now normally he’s not that great a singer but his voice seemed sweeter tonight. Perhaps it was because I hadn’t heard it in so long. I don’t know where he found it but it really… oh I dunno. It felt good. I’ve adopted it as my Lullaby and I fell asleep to the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay down&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet and weary head&lt;br /&gt;Night is falling&lt;br /&gt;You have come to journey's end&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now&lt;br /&gt;And dream of the ones who came before&lt;br /&gt;They are calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From across the distant shore&lt;br /&gt;Why do you weep?&lt;br /&gt;What are these tears upon your face?&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will see&lt;br /&gt;All of your fears will pass away&lt;br /&gt;Safe in my arms&lt;br /&gt;You're only sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;What can you see&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon?&lt;br /&gt;Why do the white gulls call?&lt;br /&gt;Across the sea&lt;br /&gt;A pale moon rises&lt;br /&gt;The ships have come to carry you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all will turn&lt;br /&gt;To silver glass&lt;br /&gt;A light on the water&lt;br /&gt;All souls pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope fades&lt;br /&gt;Into the world of night&lt;br /&gt;Through shadows falling&lt;br /&gt;Out of memory and time&lt;br /&gt;Don't say: We have come now to the end&lt;br /&gt;White shores are calling&lt;br /&gt;You and I will meet again&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Just sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all will turn&lt;br /&gt;To silver glass&lt;br /&gt;A light on the water&lt;br /&gt;Grey ships pass&lt;br /&gt;Into the West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Since my J.E.D.I.s (&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;edi &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xaminations for the &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;eclaration of &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;ntelligence) are on so soon I’ve decided to pull a Fluke and go into hibernation until they are over. I might post something to complain about them during them but you’ll know when I’m back properly because I’ll have a new look blog! My links will be finished, I’ll have a different layout and a different skin! The dots are really starting to annoy me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lyrics: Into The West. Preformed by Annie Lenox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114720516516553158?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114720516516553158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114720516516553158&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114720516516553158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114720516516553158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-lullaby.html' title='My Lullaby'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114686392574823407</id><published>2006-05-05T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:19:02.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Council Meeting.</title><content type='html'>I waited in the shadows as the rest of the Jedi Masters filed out of the Camber. I knew that Uncle Luke would be the last one out and would possibly even wait a bit. I hoped he would do the latter.&lt;br /&gt;He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped inside the chamber and he was sitting on his Council seat holding his head in his hands. I uttered one word. “Why?”&lt;br /&gt;His head jerked up and when he spoke he sounded tired. “What are you still doing here? I thought that you would be off to see Jacen.”&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to steer me away from what I wanted to talk about. “Not until I get my answers.”&lt;br /&gt;“You got your answers in the meeting Jaina.”&lt;br /&gt;“No I didn’t. I want to know why you won’t do anything about that Black Hole.”&lt;br /&gt;“That is none of your concern Jaina. It is a matter for the Jedi Council and them alone.”&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my blood boiling. I didn’t even try to control my temper. This was going to turn into one heck of a shouting match! “How can you say that?” I yelled, “You weren’t t&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Anakin%20ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here. You don’t know what it feels like!”&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Luke sighed, “Jaina, please try and control your temper.”&lt;br /&gt;“NO! I won’t! I am so sick of everyone treating me like a baby! I’m older than you think! Dad’s the only one who treats me like a grown-up!”&lt;br /&gt;“This isn’t about how we treat you, Jaina. As a Jedi Knight you should control your emotions. It helps us centre on the Force.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t care right now! What I care about is what you are going to do about the Black Hole!”&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Luke was getting annoyed now. He stood up. “I’ve told you, that is none of your concern.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well I think it is! I was there! I know what the Dark side is like! You lost your father to it!” I lowered my voice here, “Don’t you want to destroy it?”&lt;br /&gt;That provoked an answer out of him. And it was an angry one! “Of course I do! Do you think that I want to sit here and do nothing? Yes! Do nothing Jaina, that’s what we are doing!”&lt;br /&gt;I was astounded. “But why? I mean…”&lt;br /&gt;“Do you think that we could find it again? Well? Do you? No! And besides, WE DON’T HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY!!! How are we supposed to destroy a Black Hole?”&lt;br /&gt;“Can’t you try anything?”&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Luke lowered his voice. “No, I’m sorry Jaina, there’s nothing we can do. I really think that it would be best if you had the whole thing wiped from your memories.”&lt;br /&gt;“NO WAY!!!” I backed away from him, as if he was about to attack me.&lt;br /&gt;“Jaina, please. It would be beneficial to you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Just try it.” My voice was low and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;He reached out to read my feelings, though I thought I was making them perfectly clear. As soon as I felt him toughing the edge of my mind I repelled him. I repelled him with such force that he went flying across the Council Chamber. I turned and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran though my feet were acing and I was getting a stitch. I ran through the forests with branches grabbing at my body and arms. I ran up and I ran away. I ran as if I could leave the past events behind me and I ran as if I could catch normality if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped when I got to the top of the cliff. I stood with the wind blowing my hair and I could see Yavin IV stretched out in front of me. It all hit me. Everything that I had done. It would always be there and there was nothing I could do to change it. It was written in my past but I didn’t have to let it become part of my future. I sat down and cried. I didn’t even have the strength to call out to Jacen.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes I felt slightly better and I felt a presence behind me. “It’s ok Jaina. It’ll all be ok.”&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t sound like any voice I recognized so I turned round to see who it was. I was so shocked I couldn’t speak. Anakin Skywalker was standing there. My Grandfather. And he’d come to see me. “It’s ok. I’ve come to show you something. Come and stand beside me Jaina.”&lt;br /&gt;I went and did as&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Anakin%20ghost.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/200/Anakin%20ghost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he said. “Now shut your eyes and focus on the Force.” I did. “Deeper Jaina. Go deeper.” I focused as hard as I could. “Good, now open your eyes.”&lt;br /&gt;I did, and WOW!! What a shock! Beams of light everywhere. Links between the sky and the trees and the cliff and the grass! Links between me and everything! Links between me and Anakin. Light beams stretched as far as the eye could see! They were everywhere! Dancing and changing colour. “What is it?” I whispered, enchanted.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you know? It’s the Force. You can see the very colours of the Force and you can see the very way we are connected. Now I want you to do something Jaina. Focus very hard on your anger. That’s it. Now let it go. Just let go. Don’t hold onto it any more. It’s not good for you.”&lt;br /&gt;I did as he said. I just let go. It was easier than I expected and I could see it! I could see my anger flowing out of me and being dispersed to the corners of the galaxy by the wind that blew my hair. It felt so good to be free!&lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes to feel the wind on my face and I whispered a thank you to my Grandfather. There was no reply. He was gone.&lt;br /&gt;And when I opened my eyes the light beams were too.&lt;br /&gt;“Where’d they go?” I asked to the sky, and I heard Anakin’s voice answer me on the wind. “Perhaps one day, you’ll see them again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned away from the cliff edge and slowly began the long walk home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114686392574823407?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114686392574823407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114686392574823407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114686392574823407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114686392574823407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-council-meeting.html' title='After the Council Meeting.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114658313231750917</id><published>2006-05-02T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:07:38.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Council Chamber.</title><content type='html'>I heard someone call a muffled "Enter" through the thick doors of the entrance. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. I stepped into the the middle of the room and the door shut with an ominous clang.&lt;br /&gt;I bowed to Uncle Luke and he nodded his head in return. "Would you like to tells us of what happened you were with Commander Antillies and the Rouge Squadron?"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid rhetorical questions. I hate them. I nodded and launched into an account of what had happened after Uncle Luke left. When I had finished Uncle Luke thanked me and said, "We would like you to wait outside while me discuss this matter further. We will call you back in for questioning."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and bowed once again. And walked calmly out side again, but I was anything but calm&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't they discuss this in front of me? I was there! They think that I'm too young to hear what they are talking about but I was there! I saw the Black Hole! I was drawn to the Dark Side! I was the one that got us out! I WAS THERE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called me back in and began the interrogation.&lt;br /&gt;"Jaina, you say that it wasn't a normal black hole, can you please describe why it wasn't?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I already told you that! &lt;/em&gt;"There was no normal pull towards the centre of it. We were perfectly safe in that respect. The other thing was that the only thing it was pulling towards it was Force, but only the light side of the Force. It was impossible to connect with it, the Dark Side took over." I said.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Luke asked the next question, "Jaina, I want to make totally sure. You tried to protect yourself from the Dark Side didn't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, D'uh! Does he think that I embraced it? &lt;/em&gt;"Yes, Master Skywalker," I sighed, "I tried. My barrier lasted a few days."&lt;br /&gt;He nodded and surveyed me over his fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;Master Durron surprised me by asking the next question. "Jaina Solo." &lt;em&gt;Why does he keep saying my full name? &lt;/em&gt;"Why did you lose control, Jaina? Why did you try to kill one of your friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHHH! &lt;/em&gt;"Because I was weak and tired. Hobbie was complaining constantly and he was getting on my nerves. My resistance was low and I gave into the anger and fustration that I was feeling."&lt;br /&gt;"Think very carefully before you answer this question Jaina." Said Uncle Luke. "What did it feel like when you let go of your Jedi training and gave into your anger?"&lt;br /&gt;That threw me a bit. &lt;em&gt;What did it feel like? And why was that important? &lt;/em&gt;"It felt.... It felt like..." I was unsure of how to put it. "It felt like I had all the power in the world and no one could tell me what to do with it. It was like being an instrument, an instrument that played what ever it wanted to play. Like I was floating when no one else could float."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What on Alderan was that?! Was that really how I felt? I have no idea where that just came from!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole council exchanged glances and then Uncle Luke spoke. "Jaina, please let go of your anger and calm down. What I am about to suggest might shock you slightly but we all believe that it is in your interest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I... We feel it might be beneficial to you if I wiped the whole incident from your memory using the Force..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE WANTS TO TAKE MY MEMORIES?!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Way! You are not taking anything from my memories. NO WAY!"&lt;br /&gt;"Padawan! Please calm down! We are not forcing anything on you. It was just a suggestion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a suggestion! I don't believe that for a moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to ask a few questions now if I may &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I want to know why I couldn't transport out sooner, why I had to stay and prolong my suffering."&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Mara Jade answered me this time. "Jaina, I know you better than anyone here so I feel it is my right to answer this question. Your good nature and love of your friends wouldn't let you leave. Though you were distracted by your own pain, which you try should never to be, you knew subconsciously that you were the only hope of getting out of the place. Your love that kept you there and your love that saved them."&lt;br /&gt;That calmed me down a little. "Thank-you. I would also like to ask another question if I may? What are you going to do about the Black Hole? It can't stay there. And who knows, perhaps if it is destroyed then the Dark Side of the Force will be destroyed too."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't think we haven't thought about that Jaina," answered Uncle Luke. "But at the moment there is nothing we can do."&lt;br /&gt;"What! There must be something you can do!" I could feel my temper rising again. "You have to try something!"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Luke's gaze wasscorching. “This discussion is over. You may go now.”I stormed out of the chamber but with no intention of going away. I was going to wait for my Uncle Luke and I was going to get the answers from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114658313231750917?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114658313231750917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114658313231750917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114658313231750917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114658313231750917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-council-chamber.html' title='In The Council Chamber.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114632705257792371</id><published>2006-04-29T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:55:20.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Over Yet.</title><content type='html'>I jumped to my feet. "Master Durron! But what...? How....?" I was so confused. I was suddenly home. Had I fallen asleep while I was mediating? No, that couldn't be possible. I definitely left to go train with the Rouge squadron. So how come I was home?&lt;br /&gt;"Come with me. I'll explain everything on the way." I followed him wanting answers. When he didn't speak for a minute I prompted him. "Uh... Master?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Jaina Solo?" He seemed determined to make me ask the whole question. I sighed. "How did I get away from...."I searched for the right word, unable to find one I had to make do with, "that place?"&lt;br /&gt;Master Durron, stopped suddenly nearly making me walk into him. He gazed at me with his piercing eyes. After about a minute he sighed and said simply, "Force Transportation."&lt;br /&gt;I was confused. "Force Transportation? I transported myself back here using the Force?"&lt;br /&gt;He turned and kept walking. I was nearly running to keep up with him. "That's right." He really wasn't giving me any answers. I had to keep pushing him for information. "I've never heard of Force Transportation. How can I do something I've never heard of?"&lt;br /&gt;He turned to look at me. "Though you may be a Jedi Knight in name Jaina, you still have much to learn." He sighed again. "A Jedi can only use Transportation when they desire solely to get to that place. We do not make common knowledge of the fact that it can be used as many see it as a misuse of Jedi powers."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. I could understand that. What I couldn't understand was why I hadn't been able to use it sooner, before I strangled Hobbie. When I asked Master Durron he grabbed me by the shoulders. "You nearly KILLED Hobbie?" he demanded.&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't mean to! I lost control." He was really scaring me. I had never seen him like this before. "D...Didn't you know?"&lt;br /&gt;He realized what he was doing and let go of me. "Sorry, Padawan." He shook his head. "No. None of us knew what was happening. All we knew was that there was a shift in the Force and that shift was centered around you."&lt;br /&gt;"So why did I keep having visions of you telling me to come home?"&lt;br /&gt;"I knew that there was something seriously wrong when we couldn't reach the Rouge Squadron. I meditated on you for hours, hoping that some message would get through to you. I know how dangerous the Dark Side can be." He trailed off there and I left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes I realised where Master Durron was taking me. "Uh... Master? Why are we going to the Council Chambers?"&lt;br /&gt;"A meeting is about to begin. When the other Master's learn that you have returned they will want you there."&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. I didn't want to face the council just yet. I hadn't even seen Jacen yet!&lt;br /&gt;"Can I speak to Jacen before I go in?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;Can he come in with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"But Master..."&lt;br /&gt;"No." He cut though me. "You complain as much as your Uncle. You must do this now, without him."&lt;br /&gt;I sighed. We walked in silence to the Council Chamber.&lt;br /&gt;Master Durron turned to face me. "Wait here until we call you." And he went in leaving me outside to wonder what the Council would think of my recent actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114632705257792371?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114632705257792371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114632705257792371&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114632705257792371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114632705257792371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-not-over-yet.html' title='It&apos;s Not Over Yet.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114606570836621501</id><published>2006-04-26T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:08:51.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Welcome Home"</title><content type='html'>Wedge is so sweet! He spent the best part of 3 hours adjusting the ship’s position so that the Dark side didn’t have such a strong pull on me. Ok so after that he did have the med-droids practly take me prisiner but he just wanted to check that I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedge spent some time talking to me and it seems like I am their only hope to get out of this mess. As I got ready to fly blind into hyperspace Jagged Fel came to wish me luck. “Don’t lose your way out there, Jaina.” He pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;“Too late,” I told him. “I’m already lost.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I climbed into the cockpit I had a flash of Kyp Durron. “Come home.” He siad and then it was gone. There were pre-flight checks and warnings going on all around me. “You’re incharge of the whole fleet Lt. Solo. May the Force be with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we jumped to hyperspace I could feel the black hole pulling us back, I focused on finding a trickle of light. What was that? Yes! There it was, a small trickle of the Force and it was growing stronger. I adjusted the flight path 30 degrees starboard so we were flying straight along it. Wait! There was another path, this one in a long arc continuning starboard. I followed the second one. It felt better some how. It was there I had another flash of Kyp. His silence seemed almost critical. And then no! The trail had dissapeared! I couldn’t find it again and there was no other. I pulled out of hyperspace. The answer was shown straight away. I had led us right back to where we started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the landing bay the whole squadron was looking at me. “I lost the line. I’m sorry. There was another path I could have followed but I chose the wrong one.”&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted. That trip had drained me of all my energy and as I headed back to my room I got the feeling that this trial would all be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;Commander Antillies caught up with me. I turned to him and spoke before he had the chance to. “Follow my original flight path, then turn 30 degrees starboard. You should be fine.” I grabbed his hand. “It’s been great working with you again Commander.” And he let me walk off without a word. Before I headed up the stairs I met Jagged. He looked so sad; I think that we both knew, without knowing that this was good-bye. I had know idea how we knew. I just had this feeling that a way home would be shown to me in a dream. I kissed gently him on the cheek. “Try not to be too mad at me Jag.” I took advantage of his silence to get up to my room, where I fell into a dream filled sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/kyp%20durron.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/kyp%20durron.0.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyp was standing in front of me smiling, stretching out his hand. “Come back now Jaina.” He said. I looked at my hand and I found that I could lift it, I placed it in his hand and the dream faded but Kyp stayed real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes, I was lying in the mediation room in the Jedi Temple. I looked up. Kyp was smiling at me. “Welcome home.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114606570836621501?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114606570836621501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114606570836621501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114606570836621501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114606570836621501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/04/welcome-home.html' title='&quot;Welcome Home&quot;'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114580904251813231</id><published>2006-04-23T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:17:33.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have I Done?</title><content type='html'>I can’t believe that I did what I did! I’ve locked myself in my room for the past few days. I’m so scared. I just can’t believe that I did it. I never meant to. It just happened. I swear I didn’t want to hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Well, what happened was we were all just sitting around. I was playing a game of Sabacc with Jagged and we were all just talking, you know, the way you do. Hobbie of course had to bring up the situation that we are in. Why he always chooses to talk like that I’ll never understand. He started going on about how he thought that we would never get out of here. “Have faith in Wedge, he’s never let us down yet.” Jag told him. “But this time it’s different. This isn’t like a battle. Tactics and shooting things won’t get us out this time. We’re doomed!” Hobbie announced.&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up, Hobbie. Wedge will get us out.” I told him. He should have heard the warning in my voice. I was fed up with his stupid self-pity and death predictions. But he continued. “Hobbie.” I almost growled. And then he turned on me. “And where are your Force powers? Shouldn’t you be doing something useful instead of sitting here playing a stupid game? Aren’t you supposed to be good at fixing things? Why not this?”&lt;br /&gt;And that did it, the anger coursed through me. I could feel the power that it gave me. And I gave into it. My resistance was weak. It was so easy. All I had to do was to lift my hand slightly and started to squeeze with the Force. I could feel it wrapping around his trachea pushing the life out of him. A strange sense of satisfaction was coming over me.&lt;br /&gt;And then I was on the floor; some one was screaming my name over and over and over. “Jaina Solo! Jaina Solo! JAINA SOLO!”&lt;br /&gt;I let go of the feeling of power and at the same time I heard a body hit the floor. Everything was clear again and I could see Hobbie’s body lying crumpled on the ground. Wedge was standing over him. “He’s alive but we’d better get him up to Sick Bay to give him some oxygen.” I looked side ways and Jag was lying with his arm around my waste. He must have tacked me to the ground. Every one was looking at me. I stood up shaking. “I…I…I didn’t mean…” My words trailed off as I stumbled backwards before running back to my room. I locked the door not knowing what else to do. What if I had killed him? What would I have done then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedge came to try and talk to me but I didn’t answer him. He’s come up every day since leaving food and trying to make me come out but I won’t. I might give in again. I might become like my Grandfather. I don’t ever want that to happen.The dreams with him in them have stopped. They’ve been replaced with ones of Kyp Durron calling out to me. Telling me to come back to the light. I try to tell him that I want to but I can never get the words out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114580904251813231?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114580904251813231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114580904251813231&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114580904251813231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114580904251813231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-have-i-done.html' title='What Have I Done?'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114546268863123269</id><published>2006-04-19T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:05:01.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling into the Dark.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was touching the Dark Side, the thing that I had always tried to protect myself against, the thing I was warned about from an early age. My first instinct was to run, to run and keep running until I was far away and could figure out how to deal with it but I was lost in space, with nowhere to go and no one to talk to. “If only Uncle Luke were still here.” But thoughts like that were all in vain. He wasn’t here and besides, he might be more of a risk than me. He who was never tempted by the Dark Side thrown into its very clutches! No, it was better that he wasn’t here.&lt;br /&gt;I made my way through the small gatherings of pilots to get back to my room. A few voices called out to me but I didn’t answer them or even hear them clearly. I sank onto my bed and fell into a disturbed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/star1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/star1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Darth Vader, he was offering his hand to someone, I assumed it was Uncle Luke. But to my horror I saw a hand reach out and grab Darth Vader’s, then I saw clearly. It wasn’t Uncle Luke he was offering his hand to, it was me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke, gasping for air. It took me a minute to realise it was only a dream and it only took me a minute longer to remember what had caused the dream. I was reaching out to the Force to try and find some light but I only succeeded in bringing the darkness closer to me. I could feel in penetrating my body and soul. I dashed into the shower hopping that it would get rid of the feeling for a while. It helped a little. As I dressed I set up a barrier around myself. It should keep the darkness away for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered down to the mess for something to eat and sat down with the boys. Hobbie was his usual cheerful self. “We are all going to die here, no one knows what happened, no one knows where we are and no one knows how to get home.”&lt;br /&gt;I reached out and cuffed him round the back of the head. “Shut-up, would you? I’ve got far more reason to be morbid than you.” I stalked off, ignoring the questioning glances from the rest of the table and surprised at myself, I can normally keep my temper under check but then, these weren’t normal circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Commander Antillies in his office and he &lt;a href="http://wedgeantillies.blogspot.com/2006/04/still-in-void.html"&gt;explained&lt;/a&gt; to me what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;Great! I was falling victim to the Dark Side because some pea-brained idiot had done something that you are never supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;I took a minute to renew my barrier but I could feel my resistance weakening, much longer here and I’ll be a very different Jaina Solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wedgeantillies.blogspot.com/2006/04/still-in-void.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114546268863123269?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114546268863123269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114546268863123269&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114546268863123269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114546268863123269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/04/falling-into-dark.html' title='Falling into the Dark.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114520023993185924</id><published>2006-04-16T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:11:02.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Hole of Darkness.</title><content type='html'>The shock was so great I had to sit down. I felt like a hand was clutching at my heart and squeezing it, I was finding it hard to breathe. I gasped for breath and Wedge was at my side in an instant. "Jaina, are you ok?"&lt;br /&gt;I stuggled to stand up, "Yea...I'll be fine in a minute." Wedge pushed me down.&lt;br /&gt;"Sit there." He commanded, "I'll get someone to check you out."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm fine really." I took a deep breath and stood up. "What happened? Where are we?" The change in the Force was still troubling me but I pushed it to the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we were trying to make the jump back to the Outer Rim but it appears something went wrong." He pointed out a window. There was a huge, ever changing hole in the System. "We don't know what it is, but we think that it's the reason that all the strange stuff has been happening." As I looked at it, the shift in the Force began to mean something to me. Wedge mightn't know what it was but I did. It was the ultimate Black Hole, so strong that it could suck the light from everything... including the Force. I was touching the Dark Side and a possible danger to everyone in the squadron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114520023993185924?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114520023993185924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114520023993185924&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114520023993185924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114520023993185924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/04/dark-hole-of-darkness.html' title='The Dark Hole of Darkness.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114486720510603609</id><published>2006-04-12T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:40:05.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this? Crazy Land?</title><content type='html'>Wow! The strangest thing happened when we jumped to hyperspace. All my controls shut down but there wasn't a thing wrong! I was freaking out because I was completely cut off from the Force. That has never happened to be before. Even when I was a baby I was connected to it, though I wasn't aware of what it was then. So there I was freaking out because I was without the Force, no controls, no connection to the rest of the fleet with my air in danger of turning off! I felt like I was blacking out.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, with no warning all my controls came back on and I could feel the Force again! It took me a few minutes to realize that someone was shouting in my ear. "Rouge 11, Rouge 11! Come in Rouge 11. Sticks? Are you Ok? STICKS! For the love of all that is good answer me. Your Dad will have my head if you're not Ok! STICKS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I managed a faint smile, Commander Antillies. "I'm fine Commader, and if anything had happened to me it would be my ghost I'd be worried about."&lt;br /&gt;"This is no time for jokes, Lutient. Fly straight into the main hanager. No funny routes. Directly in. And don't look out your side windows either."&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the concern in his voice. Resisting the urge to look out the windows I flew directly into the hanager. And that was when I felt it. I might be connceted to the force again but it wasn't the force I was familiar with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114486720510603609?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114486720510603609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114486720510603609&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114486720510603609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114486720510603609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-this-crazy-land.html' title='What is this? Crazy Land?'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114452392429113420</id><published>2006-04-08T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:18:44.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Byes!</title><content type='html'>I woke in a cold sweat. I had had a terrible dream. I sat up and tried to remember it but it was slipping through my fingertips. There was a battle.... and Jacen was there..... but I couldn't see Anakin.... pain... there was suffering.... and then it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;I got up and had a shower. I pulled on my jumpsuit because I had a feeling that I would need it on. As I walked into the mess for breakfast Mum greeted me.&lt;br /&gt;"Afternoon Jaina!"&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon!! I looked at my watch. It was one O'Clock! I had overslept big time! I sat down to get something to eat. I was starving. "I'm going home today." announced Mum.&lt;br /&gt;"What but you only just got here!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know but I never planned to stay long and yout Uncle Luke wants to get away as soon as possible."&lt;br /&gt;I nearly choked on my sandwitch. "You're both going?" &lt;em&gt;I was going to be left by myself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum nodded. "Sorry love but it'll be good for you."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want her to go. She'd only just got here and now she was leaving. There was so much I wanted to tell her. The strange visions I had yesterday and the scary dream.&lt;br /&gt;She must have seen it written on my face because she came round to give me a huge hug. "You are strong Jaina. You will always get through anything."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Mum" I said as I hugged her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waved gently through a window at the departing ship that bore my kin back to their homes. I felt a hand on my shoulder. "We all miss people sometimes, Jaina." Wedge's familiar voice comforted me but when I turned around he was gone. I turned back to look out the window but the ship was gone. I sighed and another voice spoke to me. "Path ways often hurt your heart Solo." Jagged Fel. I didn't want to talk to him but I felt my mouth opening and saying defensively, "I'm not hurting." If I had bothered to reach out with my feelings I would have discovered that he wasn't talking or feeling the way he normaly does.&lt;br /&gt;As I turned to walk out of the room with out looking at him the Klaxton went. As I rushed out to my X-Wing I thought &lt;em&gt;I knew I'd need my jumpsuit on today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114452392429113420?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114452392429113420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114452392429113420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114452392429113420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114452392429113420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-byes.html' title='Good-Byes!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114374807520307659</id><published>2006-03-30T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T16:12:18.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditating</title><content type='html'>I sat down crosslegged on the floor of my room and let my eyes slide out of focus. I took deep breaths and started to meditate. I relaxed as the life-giving Force flowed through me and became a part of me. I began to feel better immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Images of the past, present and future floated through my mind only ever long enough to catch a glimpse of them. Sometimes they were accompanied by song lyrics, sometimes they weren't. I recognised some and didn't others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/YodaMace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/YodaMace.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Yoda was talking to Master Windu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're caught in a trap, and I can't walk out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/obiwan-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/obiwan-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben facing Darth Vader in his Last Stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have let him get away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/lukeleia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/200/lukeleia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Uncle Luke talking in the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey You, it's me again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/bro_jacen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/bro_jacen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacen just standing and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss you. Miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The images continued, each one fading faster than the last one. Untill they were a malstorm of emotion and colour. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My eyes snapped back into focus and I fell onto my bed, drained of energy. I fell into a deep sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114374807520307659?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114374807520307659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114374807520307659&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114374807520307659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114374807520307659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/03/meditating.html' title='Meditating'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114330912477978724</id><published>2006-03-25T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:52:05.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Walking and Talking.</title><content type='html'>As I walked along in silence with Mum I started to think about my family. I hadn't seen them in so long and though Uncle Luke was with me there are only so many times you can listen to the "Did I ever tell you about the time a Wompa nearly got me?" story. My thoughts drifted out to Jacen, my twin and my other half. Even though I'm not dependent on him after a while being away from him starts to drain me. I really missed him and his little pets.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts carried over to Annakin, my little brother. He can be moody some times but that doesn't stop him being good fun. My lightsaber knocked against my leg and I smiled as I remembered how I helped both my brothers construct their just as I had help with mine.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Dad. His laugh was one of the things that I missed the most. His booming laugh could lighten any day. Perhaps it's time I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mum seemed to sense my thoughts and pulled me into a hug. "I know you miss us Jaina and we miss you too but your not done here yet. Learning to be away from what is familiar is part of your training."&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, she was right. "You sound like Master Mara Jade."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, she did tell me that. But I thought it sounded like good motherly advice as well." Mum said as she grinned back. "She also said to ask you if you have been mediating as much as you should be?"&lt;br /&gt;My tummy sank. I hadn't. It had slipped my mind as I got caught up being a teenager again. I received a reassuring squeeze on my shoulder. "It's ok, I know how hard it is for you. You have too take time off some times. So long as it's not too much too often."&lt;br /&gt;She was right, she always is. "You go and catch up with your meditation while I catch up with my twin? How about that?" she asked. I nodded, lost for words. I headed off in the direction of my bedroom. The Princess had given me a lot to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114330912477978724?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114330912477978724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114330912477978724&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114330912477978724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114330912477978724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/03/walking-and-talking.html' title='Walking and Talking.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114296332497051284</id><published>2006-03-21T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:48:59.706Z</updated><title type='text'>An Unxpected Visitor</title><content type='html'>Well, with everybody waiting around for the "surprise" jump to hyperspace that everyone thinks we are going to take there hasn't been much happening. I tried to get another trip down to the surface but no one really wanted to so I was stuck. I can't abide being stuck with nothing to do. Gah! I have to get out of this system soon! But any ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning just the same as anyother morning, got my breakfast had a talk with the boys and had just started a game of Sabacc with Hobbie when Wedge walked in muttering under his breath about some dude called Hudson... Anyway I got up to see if he was all right and he jumped. "Oh Jaina, there's someone in the hanager to see you." He wouldn't say anymore and walked off muttering again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confufused I walked down to the hanager and there waiting for me was... "MUM!" I shouted running towards her. I ran straight into her arms and hugged her. "I missed you so much Darling" she said. "I decided that I'd come visit you! Well that and the boys were getting a bit much for me." I lauged just pleased that she had come to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry I haven't posted in so long but I have been feeling a bit under the weather. This system is starting to have a bad effect on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114296332497051284?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114296332497051284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114296332497051284&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114296332497051284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114296332497051284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/03/unxpected-visitor.html' title='An Unxpected Visitor'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114228636093942829</id><published>2006-03-13T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:21:32.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I found a sign on my back today that said "You're Tagged! From Wedge."&lt;br /&gt;So after digging through piles of paper work I found the questions I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs You've Had In Your Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pilot in the Rouge Squadren.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jedi Knight. (does that count?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make cages for Jacen's pets out of junk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Part-time Mechanic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places You've lived:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coursant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yavin 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ithor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Safe Worlds" that can't be named for obvious reasons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four T.V. Shows You Love To Watch:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Simpsons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neighbours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four Places You've been on Holiday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dathomir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empire America&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Endor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four Blogs You Visit Every Day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Master Yoda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Brother: Naboo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memoirs Of A Wing Man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Army of (Cl)One&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four Of Your favorite Foods:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pasta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four Places You'd Rather Be:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hitting the slopes on Hoth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In my own bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flying my X-Wing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mediating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four C.Ds You Can't Live Without.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Train; Drops Of Jupiter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avril Lavigne; Let Go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Led Zeppelin; All of them!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pink Floyd; Echoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four Vehicles You've Owned:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Trixter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My X-Wing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;People To Be Tagged:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Master Yoda, not that he would ever do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Qui-Gon Jin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Legolas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barriss Offee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114228636093942829?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114228636093942829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114228636093942829&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114228636093942829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114228636093942829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114176501084817724</id><published>2006-03-07T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:57:07.856Z</updated><title type='text'>What the...?</title><content type='html'>When we had located the place that we had been boarding on two days ago we set off to try and find the spot where Hobbie had gone flying. It wasn’t too hard. In the early morning light we could see that there was, in fact a small mound. "That’s the place boys." I stated.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Luke took some of team a bit further away and started digging there in case it was a large building. The team I was with started drilling around the mound. They had only gotten a few meters down when the drill stopped with a ‘clunk’. We couldn’t get it to drill past that point. It was ice harder that rocks. "It’s no good Jaina," announced Hobbie "We’ll have to start from another point."&lt;br /&gt;"Don’t be daft Hobbie. You always did look for the worst in things." I pulled out my lightsabre and cut my way through the ice like a hot knife through butter, which I suppose, it was. Once we got through that the going was much easier. It was only another meter or so down that we hit something. "We’ve found it!" shouted Jag.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone pitched in to move the snow around it to see what it was. This appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/McD%20sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"What on earth?" A McDooku’s sign? What in Alderan is McDooku’s?&lt;br /&gt;I went over to report to Uncle Luke and he announced that he had found some thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/McD%20sign2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all kept going until most of the structure was visible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/McDu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uncle Luke laughed out loud! "I remember this now! We used to have dinner here sometimes during the Rebellion."&lt;br /&gt;"What did they serve?" I asked in disgust. The place looked awful.&lt;br /&gt;"Wompa burgers!" Laughed Uncle Luke slapping his knees. "The place can’t have gotten much business after we left. I thought the Empire had destroyed it in the battle!" He was still laughing insanely.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that’s...umm... intersting..." &lt;em&gt;McDooku's? This is just crazy! There is something wrong with this system. &lt;/em&gt;"I think it's time we were going team. We found what we needed." &lt;em&gt;Well, sort of. I didn't find the C&lt;/em&gt;ommander's&lt;em&gt; boots. And I'm not likely to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't. Sorry Commander&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;but I did do a bit of web surfing on McDooku's. Aparently it was a corporate giant in the days of the Empire and before but when the Rebellion suceeded it fell into ruins. Now there's hardly any left. Well, all good (or bad) things must come to an end! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114176501084817724?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114176501084817724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114176501084817724&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114176501084817724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114176501084817724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/03/what.html' title='What the...?'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114159212527692791</id><published>2006-03-05T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:56:48.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Commander Antillies Boots!</title><content type='html'>“Commander Antillies wants to see you Sticks.” Were the first words that were spoken to me yesterday morning. I wondered if it had something to do with the fact that most of the Squadrons clothes were hanging everywhere trying to dry from the snowball fight the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knocked on Wedge’s door and entered apprehensively. “You wanted too see me Commander?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ah yes Lieutenant. Do come in.” I entered fully closing the door behind me. “Now as I understand it you are responsible for starting a fight while you were down on Hoth yesterday. Is that correct?”&lt;br /&gt;“It wasn’t a fight Commander. It was a game.” I felt it would be unfair to dobb Hobbie in it by saying it was really him. Wedge seemed to read my mind though.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not holding you entirely responsible though. It does take two to tango.”&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him; he didn’t normally use expressions like that. I sensed that it would be okay to tell him about Hobbie falling, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He listened with interest as I related the tale to him. He nodded as I came to the end of the tale. “You know that Hoth’s extreme weather could cover entire buildings in a few years?”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded wondering where this was going and if I was going to get in trouble or not.&lt;br /&gt;“Well Sticks,” I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. He had used my nickname. It wasn’t anything serious. “You see when the Battle of Hoth started I had no time to get dressed properly. I had to go with out my boots.”&lt;br /&gt;“Emm…Why are you telling me this Commander?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well I was very attached to those boots and I want you to take a team and go and see of you can find them.”&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You want me to go back onto the surface and try and find a pair of boots that you lost, Sir?” I asked just in case I had misheard him.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Sticks. That is what I want you to do.”&lt;br /&gt;“But why?” I had to ask.&lt;br /&gt;“As I said before, I was very attached to those boots.” I gave him a look. “They… uh… were given to me by my Mother.”&lt;br /&gt;I had to stifle a giggle. I couldn’t help it. “O.K. Commander, I’ll get a team together to try and find your boots.” I flashed him a smile as I turned to leave.&lt;br /&gt;“Uh? Lieutenant? Make up some excuse about wanting to make sure that it’s nothing dangerous. I don’t want the rest of the Squadron to know.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me… Uncle Wedge.” I teased him as I skipped out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the day gathering a team together, organising what drills to take and other stuff like that. Uncle Luke said he would come too as he thought it would be nice to see something from the ‘Rebellion Years’ as he called them. By the time all that was done it was almost dark so there was no point in going down to the surface. By the time we had located the palace we wanted it would be dark and there would be the added danger of Wompas night hunting. I told the team to be ready first thing after breakfast tomorrow and we would set of then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not have noticd that I have finally got links up. If I've forgotten you or you don't like your link name just shout and I'll change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114159212527692791?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114159212527692791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114159212527692791&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114159212527692791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114159212527692791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/03/commander-antillies-boots.html' title='Commander Antillies Boots!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114131917906437958</id><published>2006-03-02T16:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:06:44.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Actually on Hoth!</title><content type='html'>It has been snowing for the past few days on Hoth so Wedge gave us the day to go down and snowboard for a bit, which we did with out much persuasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed our X-Wings at the top of a good looking slope after making sure it was stable first. I grabbed my board and was out on the snow before anyone else. "Wait up Solo!" called Jag. I quickly did up my bindings and waited impatiently for the others to do the same. Most of us were on boards but a few were on skis. Corran Horn was with us and warned about avanlches and wamps bla bla bla. There was nothing living in close quarters, I could feel it through the force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slammed down the hills and were having a great time until Hobbie hit something. He went sailing through the air and landed with a neat "thud" at my feet. I laughed, "I'm not really used to men throwing themselves at my feet Hobbie, but don't you think I'm a bit young for you?"&lt;br /&gt;He grimaced as he unbucked his feet from his board, "I hit something Jaina. Honest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up and whistled. Everyone looked around, &lt;em&gt;That was more effective than I thought it would be!&lt;/em&gt; "Listen up guys," I said to them, "Hobbie thinks he hit something. I blame his bad boarding but we'd better check it out."&lt;br /&gt;Hobbie grabbed my legs and pulled me down, "Bad boarding eh?" He snatched up a fist full of snow and shoved it down my back.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh ahh! It's cold!" I yelled as I threw some back at him. Soon we were in a huge snowball fight.&lt;br /&gt;One hit me square in the face and as I rubbed it out of my eyes I saw Jag standing infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't see that coming did you Solo?" I had to dodge as he threw another one. I laughed and aimed carefully hitting him on the forehead! He stumbled backwards until he sat down with a thump! I laughed as I helped him up. "I tripped over something too" he stated.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, first Hobbie and now you. O.K. Lets get digging."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get far. Snow is far too much fun to dig in. The snowball fight soon recommenced!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114131917906437958?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114131917906437958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114131917906437958&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114131917906437958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114131917906437958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/03/actually-on-hoth.html' title='Actually on Hoth!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114114564537406891</id><published>2006-02-28T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:54:05.423Z</updated><title type='text'>What Dame are YOU?</title><content type='html'>Things have slowed down here a bit. I've actually had time to talk to the boys! Jagged hasn't mentioned our encounter and I've had the sense not to mention it.&lt;br /&gt;So because I am enjoying not having to jump into a X-Wing every 5 minutes, (much as I love flying that's a bit much) I have taken the easy way out today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katharine Hepburn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 19% grit, 23% wit, 47% flair, and 21% class! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8651547809586515731"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="42" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="108" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;28%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;grit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="62" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="88" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;41%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;wit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="110" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="40" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;73%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;flair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="56" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="94" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;37%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;class&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4621123663119520922"&gt;The Classic Dames Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=8504912322575776397"&gt;gidgetgoes&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite surprised that I didn't score more on grit or wit but there you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114114564537406891?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114114564537406891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114114564537406891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114114564537406891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114114564537406891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-dame-are-you.html' title='What Dame are YOU?'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114097860241828154</id><published>2006-02-26T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:30:55.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Well, I have had a busy weekend. Wedge has had us out on drills at every possible moment. He says that he's been "observing". Uncle Luke took charge of the Squadron instead of him. It's made it pretty easy for formation flying even if he and I are the only ones that can to it through the Force.&lt;br /&gt;Poor R2 has been getting a bit of a hard time from the other droids about a nickname that he managed to pick up on the Battle of Endor.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that I might have had time to go snowboarding on Hoth but the only free time that we have had has been for eating!&lt;br /&gt;Ah shoot! There's the klaxton again. I'd better run. Wedge wants us out before Jed Narwick's Condor Dragons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114097860241828154?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114097860241828154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114097860241828154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114097860241828154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114097860241828154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114062944288893753</id><published>2006-02-22T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:33:12.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Out on Hoth.</title><content type='html'>When Uncle Luke and I finally got to Hoth, drill was over. I was sort of glad because I didn't really feel like spending my first night in the snow and ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hanger checking out my X-Wing when the guys came over to greet me. There were welcomes, hugs and hand shakes.&lt;br /&gt;"We could have done with you in that drill." Wedge laughed as they wandered off to talk to Uncle Luke.&lt;br /&gt;I lovenling ran a hand over the wing of my ship and traced the J.S. that I had painted there when I first got it.&lt;br /&gt;"Nice to see you turned up Solo." said a voice from behind me. It was Jagged Fel. Hoth suited his icy, cold mannerisms.&lt;br /&gt;"You did shoot off with out contacting us."&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, well. I thought that the Force or something would have told you Solo."&lt;br /&gt;"Look if you're not going to say anything to my advantage I have to go." I said and I turned to go.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," he grabbed my hand as I turned, "It's good to see you back Jaina." and he looked deep into my eyes before leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114062944288893753?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114062944288893753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114062944288893753&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114062944288893753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114062944288893753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/out-on-hoth.html' title='Out on Hoth.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114037356290856995</id><published>2006-02-19T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-19T18:26:02.923Z</updated><title type='text'>For Flip Sake!</title><content type='html'>Honestly! Uncle Luke and I had just flown all the way to the Outer Rim to discover... the Squadron wasn't there!&lt;br /&gt;They had all gone off to a training session to Hoth!&lt;br /&gt;So now we have to fly to Hoth!&lt;br /&gt;How hard is it to contact us to tell us?&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on! Have some manners people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114037356290856995?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114037356290856995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114037356290856995&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114037356290856995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114037356290856995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-flip-sake.html' title='For Flip Sake!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-114019962419255208</id><published>2006-02-17T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:03:19.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Packing Up.</title><content type='html'>I stood surveying my room. The drawers were empty and my suitcase was sitting on my bed. I dunno how long I'll be up with the Squardon and I've learnt from expirence that it's better to pack for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picking up my suitcase when I heard a scrating coming from in it. "What could that be?" I wondered. I opened it to see Scooter burrowing in a pile of jumpers. I gently lifted him and set him on the bed, "No Scooter you can't come, I don't know why you would want to leave Jacen anyway. Keep him out of trouble, Ok?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me for a while before dashing off to Jacen's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hauled my bag out to the courtyard where Uncle Luke was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;"Ready Jaina?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," I smiled, "can I fly?" I shot him my &lt;em&gt;I'm-your-favourite-niece &lt;/em&gt;look.&lt;br /&gt;"All right, but no funny buisness, Ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"No funny buisness. Yes Sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang and my family were there to see us off. "Don't be too long honney." said Mum as she waved.&lt;br /&gt;"And don't remind Wedge that I owe him money!" cautioned Dad.&lt;br /&gt;"Bye Luke darling, and Jaina don't forget to mediatate." That was Aunt Mara Jade.&lt;br /&gt;"Bye boys, " I called, "don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Yavin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Yavin4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that we were off.&lt;br /&gt;"So where are we going?" I asked. Uncle Luke hadn't acutally told me.&lt;br /&gt;"The Outer Rim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! This was going to be one long flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-114019962419255208?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/114019962419255208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=114019962419255208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114019962419255208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/114019962419255208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/packing-up.html' title='Packing Up.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113993749129297735</id><published>2006-02-14T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:50:45.900Z</updated><title type='text'>My First Mission.</title><content type='html'>I was only 17 and had been flying with the Squadron for about six months. I was flying under the name of Sticks. I hated anyone knowing who I really was.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence had told us that they had discovered a branch of Grand Admiral Thran's army in hiding trying to build up numbers so they could retake the Galactic Core. They were based on a moon of the planet of Honoghr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with a few others just to scout the area and how strong they were etc. As we rounded the curvature of Honoghr we discovered that the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/tie%20fighters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/tie%20fighters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were about 50 ships there. We had 10 out.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok group," said Wedge, "let's get in closer and see if they want to talk."&lt;br /&gt;No chance. As soon as we got anywhere near them they attacked. Tie Fighters can move pretty fast sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RETREAT" yelled Wedge over the headphones after trying to unsuccessfully parley with them.&lt;br /&gt;"Red Leader, we can take them on." I said back, "I can feel it."&lt;br /&gt;"Sticks, if you break ranks you'll be back on Yavin 4 before you can say X-Wing." threatened Wedge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Jedis are supposed to trust their feelings aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;I turned round to face the enemy. They didn't look that tough.&lt;br /&gt;"Sticks, what are you doing? Sticks!" Wedge was getting concerned now.&lt;br /&gt;"Sticks don't try it." cautioned Jagged Fel, " there's too many."&lt;br /&gt;Too late I was in, flying like my life depended on it. Which it did.&lt;br /&gt;"Sticks! Sticks! Come back!" Wedge shouted. Too late, I had my headphones off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right in the middle of the fleet and had about 6 shot down when I saw to my left and X-Wing, I looked to my right and there was another. I shoved my headphones back on.&lt;br /&gt;"Great to see you Jagged, and you Red Leader."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah yeah, just don't get cocky!" laughed Jagged.&lt;br /&gt;" And this doesn't mean your off the hook either young lady." Scolded Wedge.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't care. I was in my elemnet. Flying with a little bit of danger involved and I had two great frie&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/x%20wing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/x%20wing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nds with me! The force forewarned me time and time of dangers and my piloting skills managed to get me out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Wedge and Jagged also saved my butt a few times.&lt;br /&gt;"Whoop! Nice one!" I shouted to Jagged, "Watch out there's one on your tail!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm on it." said Wedge.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. We made a pretty good team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We destroyed about half the fleet before they were willing to talk to us. Lucky for them we only arrested them. I think they are still in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy did I get a telling of when we got back to base. It involved a very angry Wedge and lots of admiring fellow pilots. Wedge really wanted to send me home but the rest of the Squadron protested too much so I got to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I've never done anything like it again though. But I will if I need to. No fear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113993749129297735?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113993749129297735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113993749129297735&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113993749129297735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113993749129297735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-first-mission.html' title='My First Mission.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113986657830205718</id><published>2006-02-13T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:53:32.656Z</updated><title type='text'>So Tired!</title><content type='html'>I was so bored in class today. And tired. Nothing exciting happened. Well, I fell asleep in History of the Jedi and Sith but Jacen managed to wake me up before Master Halcyon caught me.&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm so tired is that I had a crazy weekend. I was out on &lt;em&gt;Trixter&lt;/em&gt; all day and then was up every night working on her, making her capable of going faster and stuff like that. Thank goodness I'm going up with Uncle Luke to train with the Rouge Squadron in a few days. We never work that hard. I'll be able to catch up on all my sleep there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I can't wait! i haven't seen Wedge and the rest of the guys in ages. I'll have to take R2 D2, Wedge loves seeing him. He says that they were a great team during the rebellion. I reckon that R2 would make a good team with anyone!&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Wedge was so mad at me after my first mission. Thank goodness I'm such a good flyer. I might have gotten chucked out of the Squadron, but he decided he'd give me another chance. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to tell you about that before I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113986657830205718?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113986657830205718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113986657830205718&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113986657830205718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113986657830205718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-tired.html' title='So Tired!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113952137682764247</id><published>2006-02-09T21:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:42:56.986Z</updated><title type='text'>My Speeder!</title><content type='html'>Finaly! I got my speeder finished! It took me so long cause I needed some parts that I couldn't get second hand. Luckly Dad helped me get them cheap. (Don't tell Mum, she wouldn't approve.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture of it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/air%20speeder%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/air%20speeder%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad picture. I took it with a camera from Wall Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's based on a style of Airspeeder that Mum had when she was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called it the Trixter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take her out for her first drive tomorrow. I can hardly wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113952137682764247?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113952137682764247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113952137682764247&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113952137682764247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113952137682764247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-speeder.html' title='My Speeder!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113941830375474734</id><published>2006-02-08T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:05:03.823Z</updated><title type='text'>History Class.</title><content type='html'>Gah! I hate History of the Jedi and Sith. We have to learn about it so that history doesn't repeat its self.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would mind so much if my Granddad wasn't the biggest Sith Lord the Universe has ever seen! It's so  embarrassing sitting in class learning about how a member of my family destroyed the Jedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could get through it if it wasn't for Jacen sharing my pain. Master Halcyon separated us so we can't talk but he doesn't know that we have a physic connection! It can be pretty handy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were both sitting in class listing to Master Halcyon drone on about Darth Vader's regression to the Dark Side, about his desire to break his Jedi Oaths and always wanting to see his mother!&lt;br /&gt;"Jacen, do something!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What am I supposed to do? We need to learn this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I dunno ask a question that will break his concentration."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do I need to do it? Why can't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Becasue I always ask the questions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jaina! Are you paying attention?" interrupted Master Halcyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Master." I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you will be able to tell me where you think Anakin Skywalker started down the path to becoming Darth Vader."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Great! Just the question to ask his granddaughter! "Emm... I think it was probably when his mother died and he was so over come with rage that he killed all the Sandpeople. But I don't think that he became Darth Vader until he killed Padawans in the Jedi Temple."&lt;br /&gt;See I know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well done. You obviously know your family history." he sniped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen shot up his hand! Finaly! Trust him to wait until his family is being threatened before he takes any action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mater, I was wondering why the Jedi didn't find Anakin while he was younger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank-you Jacen! I must remember to do something nice to him. Perhaps I'll make him Swoop Bike sometime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113941830375474734?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113941830375474734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113941830375474734&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113941830375474734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113941830375474734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/history-class.html' title='History Class.'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113898407920440086</id><published>2006-02-03T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-03T18:59:49.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Scooter</title><content type='html'>Winter hates mice. Jacen loves them. In fact Jacen loves all creatures and can talk to most of them and with Winter looking after us most of the thime that is a defenate recipe for disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Winter never forgets anything can also be a bit of a problem for Jacen. She can always call up anytime his little zoo of animals has ever gotten in her way, in her cooking, in her room, chewed her clothes, bitten her, woken her up or... well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a minor crisis today. It was Winter's cleaning day, she can't abide dirity rooms, and Jacen had forgoten to make his bed. Normaly Jacen and I put locks on our rooms s that Winter can't get in. Last time Winter got into my room I couldn't find my tools and Rouge Squadren badge for ages. But any way. Yes, today Jacen forgot to lock his room and also left the door open and Winter went in to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was making the bed she was greeted by this sight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Scooter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter of course freaked and when she had calmed down hunted out Jacen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What in the name of Alderran was that thing doing in your bed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What thing? Oh! Scooter. Emm... he sleeps there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter nearly had a fit. "He SLEEPS there? Oh well that just explains everything! I have never had so much trouble with one rodent before. I cannot beleive this. I am going to tell your parents. We'll see about this. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on like that for a while. I thought that Winter would never stop. At one point she suggested putting down a mouse trap and Jacen went crazy. I've never seen him so worked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zekk managed to calm them both down but I think it will take a while for them to be able to have a civil converstion with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooter is really quite a cute mouse. Winter just doesn't like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113898407920440086?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113898407920440086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113898407920440086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113898407920440086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113898407920440086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/scooter.html' title='Scooter'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113891117119735476</id><published>2006-02-02T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:12:51.206Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Ok! I am soo sorry. I have had NO time to post this week and I remembered that I was supposed to post the results of &lt;strong&gt;Name Jacen's Mouse&lt;/strong&gt; on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was away on Sunday but why did no one remind me on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The winner was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedge Antillies with the name&lt;strong&gt; Scooter&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a picture of him tomorrow but I got to rush now. Winter wants me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113891117119735476?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113891117119735476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113891117119735476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113891117119735476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113891117119735476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-so-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m So Sorry!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113863969066958974</id><published>2006-01-30T16:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:17:00.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I haven't blogged all weekend but I have a very good reason for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently last weekend was Mum and Dad's wedding anniversary so he wanted to take her away for the weekend. Where's the problem? Well, for some unknown reason he wanted to take us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the boys and I came back from the Jedi Academy on Friday we were whisked into the &lt;em&gt;Falcon&lt;/em&gt; and off to&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Dathomir, where he and Mum married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say he and Mum had a great romantic time while we were left to wander the streets and find something to do. There wasn't much. We ended up practicing our lightsaber skills against one another and when we got bored Anakin and I tried to teach Jacen some basic mechanics in the Falcon. It wasn't very successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the last day we did find this cool artist dude from Sernpidal who drew us a family portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Solo%20Family2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad at the top, obviously and Anakin in between me and Jacen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that was my weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113863969066958974?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113863969066958974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113863969066958974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113863969066958974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113863969066958974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/01/dads-surprise.html' title='Dad&apos;s Surprise!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113830102141356315</id><published>2006-01-26T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T20:47:41.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Karate. Part II</title><content type='html'>When it was discovered yesterday that we weren't very good at karate Master Skywalker had organized a special teacher for us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Jackie%20Chan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Jackie%20Chan3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jackie Chan?!" We announced in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to my class, most honorable Jedi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeez, this guy looks tough!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You watch enough T.V to know that Zekk." teased Tenel Ka. Lowbacca agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out with the basics but we had all got the hang of those ages ago. We moved up on to more difficult moves. Jackie Chan sure has talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jackie%20Chan2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/jackie%20Chan2.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed us a few stunts from some of his films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to take punches, things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while of teaching us he began to get a bit bored and started showing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Jackie%20Chan5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Jackie%20Chan5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got more and more extreme until I &lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt; made a chair move under him while he was flipping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that he wasn't too keen on training by himself so he paired up with us, one at a time to teach us more difficult moves while the rest of us practiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was training with Jacen he kicked him paticulary hard in places that boys don't like to be kicked... Jacen was in soo much pain.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of my laughter when I remembered the vision I had yesterday. Thank goodness it was only a little kick. I was worried it was something more serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that Jackie was going pretty well until he was with Lowbacca.&lt;br /&gt;We heard a really girly scream coming from the other side of the room and looked round to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Jackie%20chan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Jackie%20chan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know you let the Wookiee win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113830102141356315?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113830102141356315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113830102141356315&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113830102141356315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113830102141356315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/01/jedi-karate-part-ii.html' title='Jedi Karate. Part II'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113819444247838117</id><published>2006-01-25T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:07:22.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Karate</title><content type='html'>I was practicing Jedi Karate today. It is an essential part of a Jedi's training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get the hang of the Force Triple Spin Kickflip. It kinna speaks for its self. It's really hard to do and you need to be in perfect tune with the Force to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowbacca was concentrating very hard, even though as a Wookiee all he needs to do is look at someone and they run!&lt;br /&gt;Jacen, of course had almost got it and Tenel Ka and Zekk were in hysterics when Zekk almost knocked himself out by accidentally flipping into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Master Mara Jade walked in. "O.k everybody. How are we getting on? Jaina, lets see you do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, great." I thought. "She always asks me" but I attempted it as best I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing pretty well until suddenly, Whoosh! I was seeing Jacen in great pain, and then Bash! &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was in great pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oww," I moaned as I rubbed my aching backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" questioned Tenel Ka "you nearly had it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was suddenly seeing the future. It was Jacen in a lot of pain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be careful when sensing the future Jaina," cautioned Master Mara Jade "It is always in motion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I know." I groaned. Ooh..My backside really hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rest of the gang wasn't too hot at it either. We all had sore backsides by the end of the session.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we have a lot more practicing to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113819444247838117?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113819444247838117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113819444247838117&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113819444247838117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113819444247838117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/01/jedi-karate.html' title='Jedi Karate'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113812124533818029</id><published>2006-01-24T16:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:49:27.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Master Yoda... I thank you!</title><content type='html'>Nothing much has happened here recently at the Jedi Temple, well Warrick took apart a few droids and Anakin has been busy putting them back together, but as nothing else has happened I thought I'd take this chance to put my photo on my blog as Master Yoda has told me how to!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I can build a speeder but I can't work a computer properly. It's nothing to be ashamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Jaina%20Solo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That's me. And now I have a photo for my profile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget about my &lt;strong&gt;Name Jacen's Mouse Competition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner will be announced on Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113812124533818029?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113812124533818029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113812124533818029&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113812124533818029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113812124533818029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/01/master-yoda-i-thank-you.html' title='Master Yoda... I thank you!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113803035853378851</id><published>2006-01-23T14:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:55:39.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Wicket W. Warrick</title><content type='html'>We had a visit from Mum's little friend today. And a nosey little thing he is to.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/Wicket%20W%20Warrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/Wicket%20W%20Warrick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he found so intersting about the droids I don't know but I doubt that they will ever look the same after his Pointy Stick found a few dents in their bodywork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's noisy as well. I was trying to meditate today (I'm trying to see if Yoda will talk to me through the force) and he came in jumping up and down jabbering in what ever lanugage they speak. C-3PO translated after he came in after him. He's acting as translator since Wicket doesn't speak English very well. Apparently he had found something in the courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went out it was my speeder. It's still not finished yet but Wicket found it fascinating. The little thing jumped up and down on it till I showed him how it works. Then he tried to take it apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blimey! Endor must be huge to contain a destructive force that size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't forget to tell me what you think that Jacen's mouse should be called!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113803035853378851?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113803035853378851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113803035853378851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113803035853378851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113803035853378851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/01/wicket-w-warrick.html' title='Wicket W. Warrick'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113795475924804917</id><published>2006-01-22T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:57:53.996Z</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>My Dad can get a bit competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to be giving a lecture in lessons to day about how he helped defeat Darth Vader and bring the Galaxy back to order. But it turned into how he saved the Galaxy by playing Simon Says. He showed us this picture to demonstrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/han-solo-games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/320/han-solo-games.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/han-solo-games.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Clone Troopers. They were only after a laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113795475924804917?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113795475924804917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113795475924804917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113795475924804917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113795475924804917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113787964578561863</id><published>2006-01-21T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:40:45.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Prank...</title><content type='html'>I said I'd get Jacen back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked into his room this morning he was sitting on his bed making things fly around the room. Idiot. I had a little chat with him. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Real mature Jacen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen: What? What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know you put that spanner in my speeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen: What?!? Someone put a spanner in your speeder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. And I know it was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen: Yea right, Jaina. Why would I put a spanner in your engine? I know you've been working like mad on that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: And that's why you'd put a spanner in it. You've been jealous of it. Your such a baby! I'm gonna spend more time on it now, not less dummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen: So? I made my point and Anakin helped you fix it. He told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahh! But I bet he didn't tell you what I was going to do to get you back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen: Oh! I'm scared!! Are you going to... put a wookee in my bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sadly no. Seen your pet mouse recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacen: What did you do with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Screams from down the hall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter: JACEN SOLO!!! What have I told you about your pets and the house!! They stay in your room or they don't stay at all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, poor Winter wasn't too happy. Jacen has to clean the toilets for a week. Boy boy. You think that after 19 years he'd have learnt not to mess with me. I guess it will take a little while longer for the message to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My First Competition!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name That Mouse!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that as Jacen's mouse will probably turn up in a lot of posts that it should have a name.&lt;br /&gt;Please leave your ideas in the comments and I'll announce the winner next week some time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113787964578561863?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113787964578561863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113787964578561863&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113787964578561863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113787964578561863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-little-prank.html' title='Just a Little Prank...'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113778810209629477</id><published>2006-01-20T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:15:02.120Z</updated><title type='text'>That Brother Of Mine!</title><content type='html'>Oh my word! Jacen is sooo funny. Yea right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided it would be funny to put a spanner in the works of the speeder I'm building. Quite literaly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me ages to get it out! Luckly Anakin helped me. He's getting as good as me with a spanner.&lt;br /&gt;I swear that Uncle Luke has been teaching Jacen how to use the Force to do things like this instead of fight with his lightsaber.&lt;br /&gt;Honsetly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get him back for this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113778810209629477?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113778810209629477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113778810209629477&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113778810209629477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113778810209629477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/01/that-brother-of-mine.html' title='That Brother Of Mine!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21022042.post-113769656570766758</id><published>2006-01-19T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-19T18:57:29.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... I've never used one of these things before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'll kick things off with a few simple things about my self.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the 19 year old daughter of Princess Liea and Han Solo.&lt;br /&gt;I have a two brothers. Jacen and Anakin. (Jacen's my twin. I'm older!)&lt;br /&gt;I was a wizz at flying by the time I was 9 and often go by the name of "Sticks" when I fly in the Rogue Squadron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. That' s enough info for now. I don't know how often I'll be able to do this blog thing, I have a lot of other things to do and I'm not alowed on the computer a lot. (Jacen hogs it most of the time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21022042-113769656570766758?l=jedijainasolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/feeds/113769656570766758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21022042&amp;postID=113769656570766758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113769656570766758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21022042/posts/default/113769656570766758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedijainasolo.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Jaina Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13545173498136990597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3897/2123/1600/jainasolo2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
