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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After those on the Thuls’ flagship had heard the news and gotten over their initial utter shock (in which all three women, not inclined to being very emotional, sobbed hysterically and uncontrollably), everything got quiet again.  All three men were holding their respective wives.  Jakory looked over at Leonia and stated quietly, “Dad.”

         

Sniffing softly, she nodded.  Jakory shifted his attention back to his wife.  “Dia, honey, will you be alright if I go ahead and call my dad?”

         

Pulling him tightly to her, she nodded against his tunic, then released her grip.  Jakory stroked her hair, then kissed her head.  “I’ll be done soon, ok, honey?”

         

She nodded again.  Jakory went to the comm station and put his father’s frequency into it.  The man who answered, however, was not his father.  The voice had too thick of a Corellian accent for the voice of his father.  The next logical person would be…“Aaron?”

         

“Correct.  Jerik couldn’t answer his comlink—he’s detained at the moment.  Who is this?”

         

“Aaron, this is Jakory.  I would really like to speak to my father as soon as possible.”  He tried to inject a tone of urgency into his voice, and seemed to succeed.

         

“Ok, I’ll have him call you back in a minute.  Where should he call you at?”

         

Jakory paused a microsecond before responding.  “Tell him to call me on the Thuls’ flagship.  Thank you.”

         

“No problem.”

         

Frustrated that he didn’t reach his father on the first try, Jakory leaned back in the comm station chair.  He swiped a hand over his face, grimacing as he came in contact with the scratch on his cheek.  He couldn’t believe this was happening—not to him, not to his family.  It seemed as if bare moments had passed before the comm was signaling an incoming transmission.

         

Running his hand through his hair one final time, he flipped the switch—and was surprised to see his father’s face.  He must be using someone’s link, since there’s a Holonet transmission.  “Dad?” he said, a bit disbelieving of how out of it his dad looked.  For the first time, his father looked old.

         

“Kory,” his father responded simply.  “Aaron said you called?”

 

“Yeah, I did,” he replied.  Great.  How do you ask your father if he’s heard the news about your planet being blown up?  Jakory took a quick breath.  “Dad, have you seen any news–”

         

“Dad!” Leonia finally figured out that Jakory was talking to their father, and ran over to the comm station.  He turned in his chair slightly to tell her, “Yes, I got a hold of him.”

         

His father’s voice came over the comm.  “Nia?”

         

Jakory turned back to the comm station.  “Yes, Leonia is here with me too, Dad.”  He took a deep breath.  “But have you seen any news reports?”

         

“I–” his father started, then stopped.  He seemed to be composing himself as he tried to speak again.  “Son, I–” he started again, then looked away from Jakory.  Jakory couldn’t ever remember a time when his father had been afraid to look him in the face.

         

“I think I understand,” he replied quietly.  “You know that Alderaan is–” No, I won’t say it!  He bit his lip and held back tears that were fighting to be shed.  There’ll be time to mourn later.  For now…  Leonia’s gentle voice interrupted his thoughts.

 

“Can I talk to him?”

 

He looked at her and nodded, grateful for the excuse to get off.  Looking back at his father, he said, “Nia wants to talk to you now, Dad.”  Jakory got up from the chair and went to hold his wife once more.  Her green-grey eyes caught his, then she once again buried her face in his tunic.  He reveled in the feeling of her in his arms as he listened to his brother-in-law point out to his sister that they would be coming to Corellia as well.

         

Leonia corrected what she said to her father, then asked her husband, “Happy now?” as he gave her a grin.  She talked to him for a few more minutes before she looked ready to get off.  Jakory nudged her in the Force to let her know he wanted to say goodbye too, and she looked sharply at him.  Quirking an eyebrow to let him know she understood, she returned her attention to her father as she said goodbye.

         

Jakory kissed his wife on the forehead once more as he released her to replace his sister in the comm station chair.  His father looked as if he were holding tears back as well.  Jakory couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his father cry, or if he ever had.  Blocking himself from that train of thought, he said simply, “Hi again, Dad.”  Taking a deep breath, he added, “I just wanted to tell you that I love you too.  Anyway, we’ll see you by tomorrow, ok?”

         

“Yeah,” Jerik, his stoic father, acknowledged.  “And I love you, son.”

         

Thanks, Dad.  I needed that.  “Take care, Dad,” he said aloud, and cut the transmission short.

         

Once again, silence seemed to reign.  Jakory remained in the comm station chair, and only shifted as his wife came and sat in his lap.  Finally, Leonia spoke up, addressing Bornan and Aryn.

         

“We need to borrow a shuttle,” she told them, sounding a bit apologetic.  “As soon as possible.”

         

Aryn smiled slightly, even through her tears.  “I was Bornan and I could go with you, to escape this boring conference.”

         

Her comment was met with a few laughs.  The mood quickly sobered, however, as their thoughts returned to the business at hand.

         

“I’ll go prepare a shuttle for your departure,” Bornan said.  “Will you be ready in a half hour?”

         

Mrlin snorted slightly, looking at the other three people who would be going to Corellia.  “Are you kidding?  With how stubborn we are once we make up our minds?  Of course we’ll be ready in a half hour.”

         

Bornan acknowledged his comment with a nod, then left to prepare a shuttle.

         

Jakory kissed Dia’s hair to let her know he was getting up.  As they both stood, he turned to Aryn and said, “Sorry we’re cutting our time with you short.  We really do appreciate all you’ve done…”

         

“Don’t worry about it,” Aryn replied.  “It’s important for you to be with your father right now.  So please, go.”

         

Jakory nodded in thanks as he guided his wife out of the lounge to gather their things.  His sister and brother-in-law followed shortly.

 

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