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back on Coruscant.

He always laughed at my jokes."

Jaina smiled at the mention of their mischievous friend, a street urchin
who had been taken in and cared for by old Peckhum, the man who brought
supplies to the Jedi academy A couple of years older than the twins,
Zekk had proven to be a resourceful scamp, despite his disadvantaged
life. Jaina would sit and listen to Zekk for hours as he regaled her
with stories of his childhood on Ennth and how, when the colony had been
devastated by a natural disaster, he had escaped on the next supply
ship.

Jaina had to admire Zekk's determination.

The wild dark-haired boy never did anything unless he wanted to. In
fact, when the captain of the rescue ship had suggested that Zekk might
be better off in an orphanage or a foster home, Zekk had jumped ship to
another outbound freighter at the very next stop and stowed away on it.
From then on he had traveled from planet to planet, sometimes working as
a cabin boy, sometimes stowing away, until one day he had met old
Peckhum, who was on his way to Coruscant. Though both were independent,
somehow a friendship had formed, and they had been together ever since.

"Okay, Zekk might laugh at your joke," Jaina agreed at last. "He has a
strange sense of humor."

Leaving the Jedi academy far behind on Yavin 4, Jaina and Jacen watched
the viewscreen in silence as the stars stretched into starlines and the
Millennium Falcon flew into hyperspace, taking them toward Coruscant.
Toward home.

Sitting at the hologame table in the rec area, Jacen studied the board.
He racked his brains for a strategy to counter Lowie's previous gambit.

"It is your turn," Tenel Ka pointed out, her voice low and
matter-of-fact.

Jacen had been hoping to impress his friends by winning a game or two,
but he found it hard to concentrate with Tenel Ka beside him. She
crossed her bare arms over her reptile-skin tunic, watching his every
move. Her reddish gold hair, tamed into numerous braids, dangled wildly
around her head and shoulders every time she spoke or shifted position.

Across the table, Jaina stood behind Lowie and conferred with the
ginger-furred Wookiee in a whisper, pointing from one holographic
gamepiece to another. The tiny wriggling figures on the table seemed
impatient for Jacen to

make his next move. A thin film of perspiration formed on his forehead