solo_sword | The Dragon Queen II- Saturday

The wedding was being held on the Dragon Queen II, because for these two particular people, there was no more perfect place to get married than on a spaceship. Everything was ready there, and Jaina and her family had gotten ready aboard the Falcon, which then docked at the larger ship for them to make their entrance.

She thought she'd be nervous, but… not even a little.

Leia reached over and squeezed her hand. "Ready?"

"I've never been readier for anything in my life," Jaina said, taking her bouquet from her mom. She'd actually gone traditional for this, white dress, flowers and all. If she was finally doing this, for real, she was doing it right. "And I’ve kept him waiting long enough, don’t you think?" It'd only been eighteen years.

Leia smiled. "It never hurts to be sure."

Allana, adorable in her dress, carefully stepped in front of Jaina, basket of petals in hand. Her nexu Anji trailed after her, almost as tall as Allana herself, but obeyed immediately when Allna said, "Anji, on my left."

When Han came out of the access corridor to join them, he kissed Leia on the cheek and said, "I guess you couldn't talk her out of it?"

"Han," Leia admonished.

He laughed, and offered Jaina his arm. "You know I’m only sore because he used to be the Emperor, right?"

"He was a Head of State, Dad, not the Emperor," Jaina said, taking his arm. "And he’s over that."

For now.

"He better be," he said, smiling wider than ever now. "I won’t have any daughter of mine raising little Imperials."

"Not that it’s your choice," Jaina replied wryly. "But don’t you think you’re getting ahead of yourself?"

"Yeah, Grandpa, stop rushing them," Allana said. "They’re not even married yet."

"They aren't?" Han teased, signaling Artoo to lower the boarding ramp. "Maybe it's time to do something about that."

When the ramp went down, the sound of a hundred Hapan long-horns immediately followed, because they couldn't not do this without fanfare and all that, especially given some of the circumstances. C-3PO exited first to announce them. "Your Royal Majesty, ladies and gentlemen, may I present the mother of the bride, Jedi Knight, former Chief of State of the New Republic, and Princess of Alderaan, Leia Organa Solo."

Jaina gave Leia a smile as she started down the ramp till she got to the bottom, where Luke was waiting to escort her the rest of the way.

Once they'd started off, Threepio continued, "The first heir to the Hapan Throne, the Chume’da Allana Djo Solo."

That got an insane amount of applause. Since the Sith knew who Allana was, they'd had to come out ahead of it and announce who she really was, which meant being treated like a Hapan princess, and they were on a Hapan ship. Allana sighed. "I guess I'm going to have to get used to this."

"Looks like it, kid," Han said. "But there is a bright side."

"Really?"

"Sure. You’ll get to spend more time with your mother. And when you’re in Jedi training, nobody’s going to applaud. They’ll just yell."

Allana's smile was sincere. "Thanks, Grandpa. That's going to be a relief."

She started down the ramp, tossing petals as she walked, with Anji at her side. That probably freaked a few people out.

"Your Royal Majesty, ladies and gentleman," Threepio continued, "may I present the bride, Jedi Master Jaina Solo, and her father, a former general-"

The rest of the introductio was drowned out by the horns and applause. Han squeezed Jaina's hand and looked down at her, asking, "What do you say, Master Solo? Is it time to make Jagged Fel the happiest man in the galaxy?"

Down the aisle, Kyp signaled the Jedi on either side of it, who ignited their lightsabers and lifted them. Jedi honor guards were the best.

"Yeah," Jaina said, "let's do that."

[Taken from Apocalypse by Troy Denning, and that is it for canon. *cries*

Open to anyone who decided they'd gotten an invite!]

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Of course Ghanima was in attendance. One of her favorite former students was getting married, there was the chance to inwardly snicker at politics, alternate reality bingo, the chance to see other former students, and an excuse to wear an utterly fabulous hat.

"That's a great hat," Nik. Totally Nik, told her with a smile.

"Thank you," Ghanima said, grinning as she adjusted the brim. "I must say, it's lovely to be at an event where proper attire is not wildly out-of-place. You're looking quite dashing yourself."

Ghanima didn't particularly care if that plethora of ruffles was in-or-out of style right now. The only thing that mattered was having enough confidence to make it work.

"Thank you," he replied with a grin. "Nothing on the outfits from the Senators from Naboo, I'm afraid, but their fashion has always been a little...ahead of its time."

"What is it they say on all those fashion shows? They are always saying to be creative and break the rules, and then yell when someone actually tries something new." Ghanima shook her head, amused. "Of course new things look... unusual. They're new. I shall have to go shopping on your Naboo sometime, if only for the adventure."

"I believe Ben and Ender have a place there," he said. "I haven't come back to this galaxy in decades."

"I hear congratulations are in order, by the way," she teased, smiling at Anakin. "How does it feel, to be so old and have a newborn great-great grandchild?"

"Old," Anakin groaned. "I feel very, very old."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to keep up with the new batches of freshmen for many years to come," Ghanima said reassuringly. "...even when she shows up as a freshman."

MEAN, GHANIMA. MEAN.

"That was unnecessarily mean," Anakin groused.

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