Mara jostled her toddler son on her hip, trying to quiet him as she read the readouts on repair efforts in the still-overgrown parts of the Temple ( Read more... )

Something was off. Jaina had learned from a very young age that trusting your instincts was the best way to stay alive, Jedi or not, and right then her instincts said off. It wasn’t something big or world-changing - her heart was beating faster, but the hairs on the back of her neck weren’t standing on end - but it was definitely important. She ( Read more... )