Star Wars:

When Alderaan Went Kablooey...

 

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Author: Marina Kenobi

Summary: A simple tale of a group of people whose lives were affected by the destruction of Alderaan.

Spoilers: For the original Star Wars movie, but who hasn’t seen that?  A few spoilers for some of Corra Ven-Jade’s stories.

Disclaimer: As much fun as it would be to own the Star Wars universe, I don’t.  Mr. Lucas does.  I just borrowed it for a little while… I don’t think anyone would want me to have control of it permanently!  I’m not making any money off this story.  I also stole most of Corra’s characters for this story…They’re kinda fun to play with!  (I promise to put them back when I’m done…)

Feedback: Marina_Kenobi@yahoo.com or Arcadia_Organa@hotmail.com …I like constructive criticism, not flames!

Acknowledgements: My fearless editor Marista…thanks for taking time to look for my mistakes.  And muchas gracias to Corra…for the laughs, ideas, snacks, encouragement, characters, Mr. X, and duct-tape…

 

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It was still dark outside when Arcadia Organa Taren opened her eyes one morning in the late fall.  She blinked a couple of times, but was unsure why she had woken up.  Her husband was snoring softly beside her, oblivious to the world.  Not wanting to wake him, Arcadia didn’t turn on any light.  She did glance at the chronometer besides the bed.  It read 0650.  She groaned and rolled over.  She had awakened ten minutes before her alarm would have woken her up anyway.  Still pondering the reasons why she might have awaken earlier than planned, she sat up.  Arcadia immediately wished she hadn’t as a wave of nausea quickly swept over her.  She shut her eyes, trying to gain control of the feeling.

 

“Dia?”

 

She reopened her eyes at the sound of her husband’s voice. He had woken up and was propping himself up on his elbows.

 

She smiled at him.  “Did I wake you up, Kor?”

 

“Yes,” Jakory Taren admitted truthfully, smiling back at her.  “But I forgive you.” He glanced at the chronometer, then back at her.  “Ten minutes of lost sleep isn’t that big of a deal.”

 

“It is to me,” Arcadia wryly responded.  She continued, “Was it my sitting up or my nausea that woke you?”

 

“I think it was more the nausea than anything,” he replied.  “Being Force-sensitive has its drawbacks.  Do you think it’s more morning sickness?”

 

“Most likely,” Arcadia said.  She shook her head.  “You know, I can’t remember the last time I even considered eating breakfast without getting sick about it.”

 

“Three months ago?” Jakory suggested cheekily.  He ran a hand through his curly dark blonde hair.  “You’ll only have to deal with it for six more, you know.”

 

Arcadia responded by just grinning at him.

 

“What?” Jakory asked.  “What did I do now?”

 

Arcadia just grinned some more.  “I love it when you do that.”

 

“Do what?” Jakory questioned further.

 

Arcadia laughed.  “When you run your hand through your hair.  It’s one of the cute little things you do.”

 

“Uh, you mean when I do this?” Jakory ran his hand through his hair again.  The curls remained as curly as they had been before.  His wife nodded, still grinning.  Jakory smirked.  “What if I do this?”  He reached for her chin-length wavy dark blonde hair.  She playfully slapped his hands away.

 

“Nope, don’t like that as much,” she replied, her green-grey eyes sparkling.

 

“What if I told you that as much as we’d like to, we really can’t laze around in this bed all day today?” Jakory countered, his hazel eyes teasing.

 

“Don’t like that at all,” Arcadia responded.

 

“Unfortunately, it’s–” Jakory was interrupted by both of their alarms going off.  They each shut their alarm off.  Jakory turned back to Arcadia.  “As I was saying, it’s the truth,” he said.  “Time to get up and get ready to leave today.” He ran his hand through his hair again.

 

“Okay, Kor,” she said. “But only because you ran your hand through your hair again.”

 

“Ha!” Jakory exclaimed.  “I have discovered a way to control you!”

 

“Don’t count on it, flyboy,” Arcadia responded, and whacked him with a pillow.

 

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