Title: The MissingCharacters: Canon characters and some OCEra: FutureDisclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction and I do not own nor lay claim to any canon characters herein. Original characters should not be used without express permission by myself. Thanks.Prologue"WHERE IS SHE?!" The blaster felt heavy in Jag's hand as he pressed the barrel against the woman's temple. His hand shook and his face was pale and dripping with sweat. The woman below him, held up only by right hand, smiled through bloodied lips and shook her head. Jag felt his anxiety and anger growing as he pressed the gun harder against the woman's head. "I won't ask again. Where. Is. Jaina?" "What, are you going to kill me, Jagged Fel? No, you need me, and you know it. If you ever want to see your precious Jaina again, you won't shoot me. So, save your empty threats. Or...better yet, threaten me with something that might actually work. Or...well, this." Jag gasped as he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Looking down, he saw a vibroknife pressing slowly into his skin. He backed away before it could penetrate too far, but the damage was already done. Stumbling, his vision blurring, he dropped to knees. "What....?" "What did I do? Neurotoxin, same thing that incapacitated your Jedi friends. Only problem is, I don't know what it will do to non-Force users. If you survive, Jag, and I pray you do, you'll wish you were dead." "Ja..j..." "Jaina? Don't you know by now, Fel? She's dead. Always had been. All this time, looking for her, the people you killed, and you still didn't know? Shame." Jag crumbled to the ground, unconscious as the woman walked towards a figure shrouded in the shadows. "It is done. He'll remember nothing. Now, about my payment..." *** Fifteen years earlier... Jaina pressed her hand against her ever-growing stomach, and smiled. Her twins shifted at her touch, as if aware and attuned to her already. It wouldn't surprise her, given how strong her family was in the Force. Beside her, Jag snored softly, not yet awake even though it was already late into the morning. Moving away from the bed, Jaina took two steps and stopped, knowing a few seconds before it happened. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and that sound alone was enough to bolt Jag straight from his sleep. "Jag...it's time. Call Jacen...call my parents...Uncle Luke...everyone. The twins are coming." The trip to the hospital was a quick one, though already her brother was there waiting for her. Jaina smiled through the pain she felt, always impressed at how well Jacen knew...well, most everything. At least, he did when it came to her. Medical droids and a Twi'lek doctor were waiting for Jaina, and quickly ushered her away. Jag started to follow, but Jacen held him back. Jag started to look upset, but Jacen simply shook his head. Jag's eyes widened a little and he started to feel a trickle of fear running down his spine. Why didn't Jacen want him in the room with Jaina? Did he know something? "She is my wife, Jacen. I need to be there with her. Those are my children being born." Jag said, his voice thick with anger and worry. Jacen removed his hand from Jag's arm, and stepped back. "She is going to be fine, but it will be some time before they come. For now, I thought you'd at least want to wait until Mom and Dad get here with Uncle Luke and let them know." Jacen's voice was calm and even, though Jag knew from years of experience with the man that he was just as excited and nervous as he was. It only took another five minutes for Han, Leia, Luke, Ben, Allana and Tenel Ka to arrive, but those minutes felt like lifetimes as Jag paced anxiously. When they finally arrived, he quickly filled them in, then turned and raced towards the delivery room. Leia gripped Han's arm as the time slowly slipped away. Jacen was busy keeping Allana, now eight, entertained while Ben and Luke sat talking with Tenel Ka a little further away. Here, Leia had a moment to look back at her life. From first meeting Han and Luke on the first Death Star, to being kidnapped by Han to prevent her marriage to Tenel Ka's father. The birth of her children, the war with the Yuuzhan Vong, the death of Anakin. Jacen coming so close to falling to the dark side, the murder of Mara Jade...so much had happened, and it had all led to this moment. Her second and third grandchildren were to be born this day, and she felt nothing but pride for her daughter. For several hours, the family waited until Jag finally appeared, two bundled children in his arms. Leia moved forward first, sighing softly as she looked upon the faces of her new granddaughter and grandson. They twitched and yawned as she looked down upon them, but barely moved beyond that. They just looked up at her with dark brown eyes, and a surprisingly full head of auburn hair. The young boy reached up with his finger, pointing at Leia as if recognizing her, but then yawned again and shut his eyes. Leia felt tears sliding down her cheek as she backed away, letting others see. "Do...do they have names, yet?" "Yes. Well, that is if Luke is okay with it. We wanted to call our daughter Mara, to honor your wife, Luke...your mother, Ben." Jag looked to the older Jedi Master, who nodded and chocked back emotion as he looked down at the twins. "There is nothing I would like more than to have Mara honored in such a way, Jag. Thank you." "And this...this is Han Anakin Fel." Jag handed the boy to Han Solo, who looked down at his grandson with a mixture of awe and love. No words were spoken, just a nod between the two men who had come to an understanding long ago. Jag and Han hadn't always gotten along, but there had always been a mutual respect for the other. "Such wonderful names. Thank you. May I?" "She's waiting for you, Leia." Leia moved passed the group and further into the hospital. Stopping just outside Jaina's room, she caught her breath and opened the door. As she looked at her daughter, now beaming with pride and happiness, there were no words spoken between them. The look was enough to convey everything. Leia stepped forward and embraced her daughter, as she sobbed heavily into her shoulder. These, Leia knew, were tears of relief, of joy, and also a little sadness. "I am...so proud of you, Jaina. Everything you have accomplished in your life, everything you have seen and done...this is the most important thing you've ever done. I hope you know that. You are my daughter, who has blessed me with so much love and joy, and I hope your children are just as frustrating, just as pioneering, just as strong-willed as you were as a child. Everything you have ever learned is nothing compared to what is to come, and I look forward to seeing you become a wonderful mother." Leia whispered as she pulled Jaina's face into her hands, and looked her deep in the eyes. Jaina laughed a little and nodded, then wrapped her arms back around her mother and hugged her again. *** Thirteen Years Earlier... Jaina smiled as she held her third child in her arms, Mara and Han bustling around the small apartment, buzzing with excitement. Han had just destroyed a holo-building Mara had been working on, and now Mara was trying to get even by smacking Han repeatedly over the head with the holoprojector. Han, of course, was laughing hysterically as he ran from his sister, though all of this stopped as Jag swooped down and grabbed the twins up in his arms. A sharp shriek from the twins later, and Kailen finally awoke with a cry. Jag looked over apologetically, and shrugged. Jaina smiled and stood, moving to the bedroom where it was blissfully silent. After a half an hour, Kailen finally quieted down and went back to sleep. "Welcome to the family, Kailen Fel. You are loved, now and forever." *** Eight Years Earlier... "Mommy, why can't I move things like Mara and Han?" Kailen looked up at Jaina with a quizzical expression, and it almost broke Jaina's heart. Of all of her children, only Kailen had supposedly been born without a strong connection to the Force. Jaina had known from the moment he was born that Kailen was never going to be a Jedi Knight, or any kind of Jedi because of this, but she had dreaded the moment when she actually had to tell him. "Well, sweetie, you know what the Force is. The Force is something very strong in our family. However, that doesn't always mean that we'll always have such a strong connection to it. Unlike Mara and Han, you were born with a smaller connection to the Force. You can feel it in you, but I don't think you're connection is ever going to be strong enough to do some of the things your brother and sister can do." Jaina explained as she sat beside her youngest son. In the corner, her fourth and final child, another daughter they had named Leila, pressed her hands against her toy blocks and scrunched up her face, as she had seen her brother and sister do so many times. The block shifted and shook for a second, then sat still. Kailen noticed this as well, and Jaina could immediately feel the jealousy rising in him. "She can, too? Mom...why can't I do that? It's not fair!" "I don't know, sweetpea. Sometimes...it just..." "You don't know anything! I want daddy!" Kailen screamed out and ran from the room, crying. Jaina felt a sharp pain in her chest as Kailen’s words ripped through her, and tears formed in her eyes, but she fought them back as Leila looked up and started giggling. Reaching down, Jaina let Leila crawl over, and picked her up, holding her close. In the next room, Jag had heard everything, but could barely get a word in as Kailen sat, crying hysterically in his lap. Jaina had warned him long ago that Kailen would feel like this, left out while his siblings did all of the amazing things they could do with their powers. Jag had always wondered what he could do when the day came that Kailen finally understood, but now he knew that there was nothing he could do. He could only hold his young son while Han and Mara watched from their room door. Han looked torn as he watched his younger brother in such pain, and Mara was crying along with her brother, but this was about Kailen right now. *** Three Years Earlier... It was a difficult thing, watching his children leaving. However, change was something that Jag was not unfamiliar with, and he had known from the day his children were born that they would one day have to leave to train. At least, now, they were going to be closer than Jaina and Jacen had been on Yavin 4. The Jedi Temple, rebuilt years ago on Coruscant, was larger and much more grandiose than it had been during previous years. However, as he stepped inside, Jag realized that the extravagance of the exterior was misleading. Inside, the temple was more mundane. Few holo-paintings were hung near the entrance but deeper in Jag could see only sparse draping and little in the way of over-the-top comfort. Then again, Jag also knew that such things were not the way of the Jedi. "Dad, come on! We don't need you walking in with us on the first day. No one else here has their parents here!" Mara protested, and Jag smiled and shook his head. "That is because most of these children have been here since they were five or six years old, Mara. Not everyone is lucky enough to have Jacen Solo as an Uncle and Ben Skywalker as a cousin. Now, I'll visit as many times as you need me to, okay? Since taking the liaison position between the Alliance and the Imperials, my time is spent mostly here. I'm only a holo-call away." "Dad, we already have to worry about mom dropping by whenever she wants. You know, with her being a Jedi Master here and all. Please don't tell me you are going to do that, too? At least Mom and Uncle Jacen had some privacy on Yavin 4." Han retorted, giving his father a brief hug before moving away, towards a waiting Ben Skywalker and Jacen Solo. A little ways back, Jag could see Lowbacca, Zekk, Tenel Ka, Allana, and many more friends waiting for the children. "I think you will have as much of that as you could possibly ever want in the years to come. Until that day, though, I will visit you whenever I want. It's one of the laws of being a parent. Now, you kids train hard. Don't kill yourselves with lightsaber training." As Han, Leila and Mara moved away, Kailen stayed by Jag's side. "Dad...I shouldn't be here." "Why not, Kailen? Because you have a lesser connection to the Force?" "You know I can never be a Jedi, so why would I ever get Jedi training?" Kailen asked, and Jag could still see a small trace of bitterness hidden behind dark brown eyes. Jag looked to Jacen, who had taken over as Master of the Jedi Temple since Luke retired three years ago. Jacen stepped forward, and spoke as if he had heard every word. Chances were, he probably had. "One does not need to be a Jedi to receive Jedi training. You have a strong enough connection with the Force to feel it, to alter it in your own way. To ignore that, to pretend that it doesn't exist is a mistake." Jacen said, a hypnotic tone to his voice as he knelt down to look Kailen directly in the eyes. There was no condescension in his voice, just a genuine feeling of caring, and trust. "I believe you can accomplish so much in your life, but you need to learn to control your powers." "But...I have no powers. I never have. I can't move things, I can't read minds...what good am I?" "Oh, Kailen, you do have power. I have seen it for myself. Tell me something, all of those times you have been in accidents and should have been hurt and yet weren't...why do you think you never were?" "Luck. Nothing more." "No, that was the Force. And with time, I will hopefully show you the truth. Can you trust me to show you exactly what I'm talking about?" Kailen pondered for a second, and then looked to his brother and sisters. It would be easier if he stayed with his siblings, and he didn't really want to leave them behind. He knew they'd all miss each other too much. Looking back to Jacen, he nodded. "Okay. I trust you, Uncle Jacen."