Solo safe house, coruscant

Threepio was acting weird.

Allana did not think it was a malfunction, but he was definitely behaving in an unusual manner. Over the last couple of days, he had seemed both more pleased and more annoyed than usual. Threepio was always a little annoyed about something, or else he didn't seem to be able to be happy. That puzzled Allana, but she had encountered living beings who were the same way, so she simply filed away this insight into the droid's personality without further worry.

But recently, the golden protocol droid didn't seem to be annoyed With anyone else. He seemed to be annoyed with himself, and that, Allana knew, was most definitely unusual behavior.

With Anji padding along on silent paws at her side, she'd begun observing Threepio. Someone else might have called it "snooping," but Allana knew it was simply observing and gathering information. Someone might have tampered with his programming. Or he might need adjusting. But she was able to admit that the main reason she was observing and gathering information was that she was bored. She'd had such an exciting time on Dathomir, even with the dangers she'd faced, that to come home, even with Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt Jaina, seemed terribly dull in comparison. Too, while she understood the need for these temporary rental lodgings, she missed the familiar comforts of the Solos' real apartments.

Grandpa had found her pouting over her lessons just the other day and when she had explained this to him, he'd nodded to her.

"Know just what you mean, kid. But even the best of ships need downtime for repairs."

"I'm not hurt or in need of repairs," Allana had said.

"No, not physically. But sometimes you need time to kick back and take a breath before plunging into things again," he'd said.

"You don't seem to."

He'd grinned, that grin that always seemed to provoke an answering smile and a sort of softness on her grandmother's face.

"Yeah, well, you gotta remember, I got a couple of years on you." He'd tweaked her nose and she giggled. "I firmly believe that by the time you're my age, you'll have seen and done so much you'll find even all the excitement we had on Dathomir to be boring. But for right now, I think a little quiet time is good for little girls."

"Grandpa, I just turned eight!"

A strange look flitted across his face, and she felt a little pang from him in the Force. "That may be, but you'll always be my little girl."

Allana thought she understood. "Just like Jaina will be, right?"

"Yep."

"And…like Jysella is to Mirax and Corran. Even though she is a brave and experienced Jedi Knight."

The sorrow increased, and Anji fidgeted, agitated by the emotion. The little nexu's ears flattened slightly and her spines rose.

"Grandpa," Allana said patiently, "We've been over this. You can't feel bad. It upsets Anji."

Han grinned again and pulled Allana into his lap, snuggling her tight. She laughed, and she felt his mood lighten as well, the sadness giving way to profound love. "Okay, how's this then. You don't get mad at me when you're all grown up and able to toss me around with the Force, and I still call you my little girl."

She laughed happily. "You got a deal, Grandpa."

But her grandfather wasn't always there to be a silly distraction for her, and besides, Threepio's strange behavior was ever so much more interesting than this whole "breath-taking" thing Han had told her about.

She would overhear the droid talking to himself, or sometimes to Artoo. He would say things like, "Goodness, I should request an upgrade, this is taking far too long!" or "Such a relief to be doing what I was designed to," or "Oh dear, oh dear, perhaps a newer model would serve the Solos better. I am positively decrepit and tragically outdated."

That, he never said to Artoo.

Now she saw him glancing around, his photorececeptors taking in everything. She ducked back behind the wall before he turned in her direction. Anji looked up at her, and Allana put her finger to her mouth. The cub did not make a sound. Twice a week, Allana and Anji worked with a professional nexu trainer. The animals could be trained as hunting companions or guard animals, and with four eyes, responded very well to visual signals. In order to keep her beloved companion with her on her prowling, Allana had quickly trained Anji to respond to the nearly universal signal for silence.

She listened until she heard the clanking, whirring sound of Threepio walking away into the study. Allana felt a little pang of disappointment. It looked like Threepio was about to do nothing more dramatic than relay a message for her grandparents.

Still, that could be interesting, too. She moved through and leaned up against the wall of the study, listening. It was probably going to be boring.

And then she heard her uncle's voice. "Threepio! It's good to see you."

Luke?

"Master Luke, sir! I, too, am very pleased. I am delighted to report that I was able to do as you requested."

Requested? Wasn't that the same as "help"? And wasn't Grandma Leia not supposed to be helping Luke? But they'd gone to Dathomir…Allana was so confused.

"That's wonderful."

"I can tell it to you now, if you'd like." Allana's eyes grew wide.

"Actually," Uncle Luke was saying, "could you just transmit it to me? I want to be able to listen to it more than once, and at a time and place of my own choosing."

"Ah! I quite understand, given the clandestine nature of this information."

Clandestine was a big word, but Allana knew it. This was just getting better and better. Allana was both excited and worried. She didn't want anyone getting into trouble—not Luke, not Grandma, not anybody. But at the same time she needed to know exactly what was going on.

"I dislike eavesdropping," Luke continued, "but when you have Sith on your ship, well, I dislike not knowing what they're planning even more."

"Indeed, Master Luke. You working with the Sith! Who would ever have thought it! It is a unique situation, and may I say that it is one which I had never anticipated encountering."

Allana's eyes grew as big as the saucers that held their evening hot chocolate. That couldn't be right. Her Uncle Luke Skywalker would never work with the Sith!

"Well, you're not exactly encountering them, Threepio. I hope you're able to stay well out of it."

"I share that hope ardently, Master Luke. I feel like I need a nice hot oil bath after translating such an unpleasant conversation."

So it was true. A wave of fear and confusion rushed over Allana. Anji lifted her head and hissed, her spines raised, agitated by Allana's emotions. Allana winced and grabbed Anji, trying to calm her, but the cub was still young and imperfectly trained, and when Allana's hands closed on her too hard, she yowled and struggled to free herself. Allana released her, and the cub scooted off a distance, fleeing on too large feet, before sliding to a halt and turning around, mewing pathetically for her master.

"Oh! Who's there! Mistress Allana!" Threepio hastened to the doorway. Allana made no attempt to hide herself. She stared up at Threepio, a mixture of emotions warring within her. She could see past him into the room, where a small hologram of Luke Skywalker stood on the desk.

"Threepio?" the miniature Luke was saying. "What's wrong? Allana?"

"What are you doing here?" Threepio scolded.

"I might ask the same question of you," Alanna retorted. "Both of you."

"It goes against the polite conventions of eighty-seven-point-four percent of known cultures to listen to a conversation not intended for one's aural receivers," Threepio continued indignantly.

Allana ignored him, marching up to the hologram of Luke. She was crying, and that upset her because she didn't want to cry; she wanted to be calm and in control like her mother and grandmother would have been. She wanted to ask proper questions.

Instead, what burst out of her was a sobbing, "Uncle Luke, why? Why have you gone over to the Sith?"

Luke's face, barely a centimeter high, softened with compassion. "Oh, honey, it's not what you think. I've not gone over to the dark side. I promise you."

"Then why?" The cry was anguished. "What are you doing even talking to them? Why is Threepio sneaking around to talk to you?"

"It's very complicated," Luke said. "Threepio, you still there?"

"Indeed, Master Luke."

"Go get Han and Leia. I think they need to explain everything to Allana."

"Of course." The droid sounded relieved to have an excuse to leave. "I'll go fetch them immediately." Servos whirring, he hastened out of the room.

Allana almost staggered, gripping the back of a sofa for support. "Grandma and Grandpa know about this?"

"Well, some of it," Luke said, and smiled a little. "I hadn't…exactly asked permission to use Threepio to help me translate the Keshiri language. That's what the Sith I'm working with speak. It would have put Your grandparents in an awkward position. So I just went directly to Threepio."

Allana knuckled at her eyes, trying to make sense of all this. "I know about spies," she said, taking a deep breath. "Is…is that what you are doing? What you asked Threepio to help you with?"

"Sort of like that," Luke said. "So…two of them, right?"

"Actually, a whole lot more," Luke said. "It seems that there is a whole planet of Sith out there."

Before Allana could actually fall from shock, a pair of strong arms went around her and lifted her off the ground and into a bear hug. Allana struggled at first. She was still confused, and angry, but after a second or two when it became clear that Han's stubbornness—and strong arms—weren't going to release her immediately, she relaxed into it. Her arms went around his neck and she placed her soft cheek next to his scratchy one. He held her for a long minute, then set her down. Leia was kneeling, and Allana hugged her tightly as well for a long moment. Leia drew back, touched the girl's cheek reassuringly, then rose, holding Allana's small hand tightly in hers as she turned to face her brother. Artoo had followed them into the room and had come to a halt beside Threepio. He tweedled curiously at his humanoid-shaped counterpart, but Threepio waved a hand in a not now gesture.

"Threepio said you needed to talk to us, that Allana was upset."

"I'm afraid I was borrowing Threepio's fluency with six million languages to have him translate a Keshiri conversation," Luke explained.

"Oh," both Solos said at once, turning to look at the droid in question. Threepio lifted his hands defensively and took a step backward.

"It's not my fault," he said, "Don't blame me. I am programmed to serve when requested!" Artoo made a booping noise that sounded almost like a rebuke.

"No, it's my fault," Luke said. "If my request was to a droid and not to a Jedi, I was still keeping to the conditions of my exile."

"Easier to ask forgiveness than permission, huh kid?" Han was asking. "You're getting more and more like me all the time. You might even start to look as good as me one of these days."

"No thanks, I don't want to look like a grumpy, thickheaded, craggy-faced old man," Luke replied.

"Who's craggy-faced?" The banter was strained, but helped ease some of the tension. Allana felt it, and it helped her relax slightly as well. She felt something brush up against her leg. It was Anji, who looked up at her, blinking her four eyes solemnly, then butted her head hard against Allana's calf, purring.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Allana was proud of herself. The question was a good one, and she had asked it in a calm, adult manner.

"Apparently, some people aren't telling other people lots of things," Han muttered, but fell quiet when Leia gave him a sharp look.

"Because there's a lot going on right now, honey," Leia said, stroking Allana's short, black-dyed hair. "A lot of things that you don't need to know about. And some that you do. We try to figure out what to tell you when, to keep you as safe and happy as possible."

"I am Chume'da," Allana said quietly. "I'm supposed to know about these things."

Leia didn't back down. "You're also eight years old, and we are your guardians. You can't solve all the galaxy's problems."

"Neither can you, Grandma."

"Kid's got you there," Han said.

"So…I know that Uncle Luke was asking Threepio to help translate a language so he could know what some Sith were saying," Allana continued. "But he's also working with them. Do I have everything right, Uncle Luke?"

"Yes," Luke said. "As strange as all that sounds when put together like that, it's all true."

"But you're not going to the dark side." Despite her best efforts, there was a quiver in her voice. Even after two years had passed, when she thought of Darth Caedus—she didn't think of the yellow-eyed man as her daddy—it was as if a hand clamped down hard on her heart and breathing became difficult.

"No," Leia said, in a voice that was both gentle and firm. "No one here is going to the dark side."

Allana nodded, clinging to Leia's hand. "Then…why are you being nice to the Sith?"

"Because there's something bad in the Maw," Leia said. "And we think that something is what is making the Knights all get sick."

Allana's eyes flew wide, hope chasing away the fear. "You mean…we know what's wrong with Barv and Yaqeel and the others?"

"We're pretty sure we do. And your Uncle Luke can't help them by himself."

"But…Sith aren't honorable…are they?"

Han and Leia exchanged pained glances. "Well, Sith can usually be counted on to look after themselves," Han said. "And it sounds like they're having the same sort of problems we are in that area. So Luke's teaming up with them to get to the bottom of things."

"What if they double-cross him?" Allana's face flamed as the adults all chuckled. Leia sensed her embarrassment and squeezed her hand again.

"That was the first thing on everyone's mind, honey. Luke's expecting a double cross."

"That's why I asked Threepio to translate for me," Luke said. "So that I could know if they were planning something, and be prepared for it."

Allana nodded. "I get it," she said. "I think so, anyway."

"It's a pretty complicated and messy situation," Han said.

"So you left me out of it?"

"We would have told you," Leia said. "As soon as we felt you needed to know."

"When would that have been?"

Leia didn't look at Luke. She and Han had indeed planned to let Allana know what was happening when they left as part of the Jedi strike force. But she couldn't let Luke know about it ahead of time. This was indeed a pretty complicated and messy situation, as Han had so aptly put it. They couldn't tell Luke about the strike force because he would tell them to stand down. He wouldn't want to violate the terms of his agreement. And he had contrived to speak to Threepio, and just Threepio, for the same reasons. And no one had told an eight-year-old girl about the harsh realities of recording conversations and making alliances with enemies. It would be nice if she could shield Allana from this sort of thing.

But not shielding her was the only thing she and Han could do. Even more important, it was the right thing. The galaxy needed beings who could look into its darkness and ugliness without flinching, in order to make it a better place. Allana was going to be one such being.

And it was that calm certainty she projected into the Force, and not her worries and regret. It was with the face of a lifetime politician that Leia said to her granddaughter, "When the time was right."

Allana peered skeptically at Leia. "Is that one of those grown-up things like 'we'll see'?" she asked.

Despite the direness of the situation, Leia couldn't help but laugh a little. "Yes," she said, "it is."

Allana sighed.

"Now," Leia said, putting a hand on Allana's shoulder and steering her toward the door, "we all interrupted a conversation that was none of our business. Luke is allowed to talk to a droid he once owned." Leia tugged on Han's sleeve, urging him to exit with Allana and Anji.

Before he left, Han turned back to the hologram, shrugged, gave a grin that had disarmed many a would-be attacker, and said, "I certainly didn't hear anything."

"Let's see if there's anything fun on the holovid," said Leia. Usually, Allana saw right through them when they tried to distract her, but this time the little girl nodded. She was content with the explanation they had given her, and for that small favor Leia was grateful.

Allana reached and clicked and the vidwall sprang to life. Leia had been about to go get them all something to munch on but she did a double take, her brown eyes huge, when she saw the image of the Jedi Temple.

"Oh no," she breathed.

"A siege?" yelped Han. "What the stang is Daala thinking?"

Caught up in the horrible sight of her beloved Temple surrounded by Mandalorians and siege weaponry, Leia didn't even chide him for his language in front of Allana. Anji growled, and Allana tried to comfort her.

"What's happening?" Allana said, her voice climbing higher with Worry.

"I don't know, sweetheart," Leia said. "But your grandfather and I are going to find out."

Just then, Threepio entered. "Your pardon, Mistress Leia. I had only just finished with Master Luke when I received a brief, prerecorded message from Master Jagged Fel."

"Jag? What?" said Han, rising. Allana started to slip off the couch, but paused at the rather stern look her grandfather gave her. "Stay here, honey," he said, moderating his look with the term of endearment. "Threepio—watch her for us until we get back, will you?"

"Of course, Master Han."

They rushed into the study and closed the door behind them. Leia's danger sense was tingling like mad. Quickly, she pressed the button and listened. It was typically Jag—cool, precise, informative.

"Leia, Han. If you haven't heard already, the Mandos, under Daala's orders, have begun a siege against the Jedi Temple. Jaina was just in my office. She told me about what's going on in the Temple, and asked for my aid. I couldn't give it to her. She ended the engagement, and my concern is that she has decided to take off on her own. Please know that I intend to talk to Daala as soon as possible, though I doubt that will help matters any." A pause. "Jaina does what she has to. We all know that. I'm sorry it did not turn out that I could be a member of your family."

"She broke up with him?" Han said, disbelieving.

"Sounds like," said Leia, her own heart aching at the news. "Jag was deliberately vague, in case his transmission was being monitored, but it sounds like she told him about the strike force to help Luke and asked for his help in launching it."

Han nodded. "And Jag, being Jag, turned her down, and Jaina, being Jaina, broke the engagement and—" His eyes widened with realization. "And took off on her own. That girl has gone to Klatooine all by herself!"

"Don't glare at me," Leia said. "That's a very Han Solo thing to do."

"We've got to stop her."

Leia shook her head. "No, we've got to stop Daala."

CHAPTER SIXTEEN