Title: The Courtship of Jacen Solo Author: Anedon Characters: Jacen Solo, Tenel Ka Djo Genre: Romance, Adventure Timeline: Legends AU, 34 ABY Summary: While exploring rumors about a civilization of force using warrior women on the forgotten world of Dathomir Jacen finds himself captured by one of them. Summary: Five times she goes out of her way to show him kindness, one time he returns the favor. Author's Note: This story is set in an AU timeline, with the main divergence, when it comes to this story at least, being that Dathomir has remained isolated during the entirity of the galactic civil war with(except a certian Hapan prince...) and still a myth by 34 ABY when Jacen goes to investigate the rumors he heard. Keen eyed readers also might stumble across a few more differences that could be referenced. Thanks to @Adalia-Durron for her help and support. One When Jacen awoke his head was still hurting, the memory of the crash still flashing before his eyes. He had believed it would be the end of him, had cursed himself for coming here alone, for his curiosity that had once again gotten him in trouble. Slowly as his head began to clear and his senses he returned to him. He was in the open, he heard the sounds of nature, a forest surrounding him. Jacen felt, the sun and shadow alternating on his face and the tattered remains of his Jedi jumpsuit. And he felt the ropes tied around his hands and feet, holding him upside down at the side of a living, moving creature. Then his eyes finally cleared themselves and he could see where he was. He was hanging upside down from side of a large Rancor, a Rancor ridden by a young woman, Jacen guessed her in her early twenties, his own age. Wearing an armor made from what seemed to be leather, war paint on her face and a long spear on her back she looked wild, dangerous, but also beautiful. "What?" Jacen muttered and the woman turned her head towards him. "You are awake," she said, sternly but Jacen could feel no outright hostility in her voice. "What is your name?" she asked him. "Jacen..." he said instinctively as he began to struggle against the ropes tying him to the Rancors saddle, his head pained him due to his uncomfortable position. "Well Jacen, I am Tenel Ka Djo, daughter of Teneniel , great granddaughter of Augwynne, Warrior of the Singing Mountain Clan, and you will be my slave." Slave? Jacen felt panic raising inside of him, so he took a deep breath to clam himself down. He needed to focus if he wanted to get out of this, if he could use the force to loosen his bonds he could surely. "I would stop that if I where you." Before he could even notice the woman, Tenel Ka had taken her spear off her back and now pointed it at his throat. Jacen felt how her mind touched his in the Force. Whoever she was, she too had the force. "Are you a witch?" Jacen asked, remembering the legends that had inspired him to come here in the first place, to see if truly tribes of wild women lived on Dathomir who mastered the Force. "I am, what are you? A warlock?" She asked. Jacen decided that, at least for now it was probably the best to play along for a time, and thus answer her questions. "No, I am a Jedi," as he said it he instinctively looked for his lightsaber but it wasn't on his belt, he had probably lost it during the crash of his ship. "My Clanmother has told stories of the Jedi who lived beyond the stars, my sisters will be jealous of such a catch, the best since my mother found her life-mate, he came from the heavens as well." This information overwhelmed Jacen a bit but it seemed that conversation was successful vessel to keep her from killing him. There was no hatred in her mind, not even cruelty, for her taking him as a slave seemed to be the most normal thing in the world. His headache from hanging upside down became worse and he closed his eyes for a few seconds while he used the Force to ease the pain. Her spirit had noticed his pain as well and he felt compassion for a few seconds, but when he opened them again he felt her spear on his throat once more. "If you promise to behave I can get you more comfortable," Tenel Ka offered. "I do," Jacen said, desperate to get away from the pain. "I will behave." He felt how Tenel Ka touched his mind again to see if he was honest, then she grabbed the remnants of his flightsuit with one hand while cutting the ropes around his legs with the other. She kept his hands tied behind his back as she pulled him up and helped him to sit in the saddle in front of her. Jacen couldn´t help but notice and admire her strength, his eyes briefly running over her bare muscular arms and legs. "Better like this?" She asked. "Yes, thanks," Jacen said as he felt how the headache lessened more and more. It had been a gesture of kindness, something that told him Tenel Ka wasn´t his enemy, even if she tried to enslave him. If he could further appeal to that side of her, he would surely find a way out of this situation. It was already dark when they reached Tenel Ka´s village, on the way here they hadn´t spoken much. Jacen had tried several times but his captor had shot him down, insisting on him keeping quiet until they reached their home. So Jacen had followed her command not wanting to risk provoking her. Still there where many questions in his head, and so he had turned and tried to remember everything he had heard about Dathomir before. Allegedly the Jedi had exiled some of their own there in the distant past, with their descendants forming tribes of warrior women tough there had been no mention of their males, where they all slaves? He remembered how Tenel Ka had called him a warlock, but he knew nothing more of this and he couldn´t ask her to learn further things. When he was able to ignore his own situation the planet they traveled across fascinated him. The forest was as filled with life as the rainforest on Yarvin, but here in addition to it the force was present as if it was woven into the land itself. It was neither the light or dark side, not even a clear balance, here the force was wild, untamed, just as the land. Jacen wished he was able to explore these forests undisturbed, and study the animals. But more than even that he wished his silent captor would talk to him. The village was larger than he had expected, surely large enough to house several hundred people it was located at the slopes of the mountain the tribe living here took its name from. Jacen felt dozens of sleeping minds ahead, many of them where force sensitive. In a large enclosure a bit further along the mountainside he felt several dozen Rancors. "Good Hunting?" Someone called out to them, when Jacen looked to the ground he saw a dark haired woman, around the same age as himself and Tenel Ka with a torch who looked up to them. "Better than ever," Tenel Ka replied but without many emotions in her voice. "I´ve got myself a slave from beyond the Stars." "He is from, beyond?..." The other witch said and took a closer look at Jacen. A look that turned from curiosity into something else, desire. Jacen felt uncomfortable and turned his gaze away. "You aren't selling him are you?" The woman on the ground asked. "He is my first captive, Nyssa, he belongs to me and only I decide what to do with him," Tenel Ka responded, sharply, perhaps the first time Jacen had ever noticed her raising her voice. "That's a fact."