Teneniel Djo, Dathomir Witch and Queen Mother of Hapes

Let me assure you that I am not a pacifist. In the past two days alone, I have killed several people, and if you ever try to harm me or mine, I will force you to confess publicly all your crimes, and then I will execute you. 


25 Favorite Women in Star Wars

2. Jaina Solo Fel  //  Jedi Master, Twin Suns Squadron Leader  //  Human

(New Republic, New Jedi Order, and Legacy eras) 

Luke nodded.  “Mara, you’re exhausted.  Would you let me refresh you?  With the Force, I mean.”

“I know what you meant.” Farmboy, she wanted to add, amused but touched.  Always the innocent, even after almost seven years of marriage.

And even after that long, she still hated giving in, to him or anyone, but she’d taught the Solo kids that teamwork meant helping each other.  The hardest part about giving in to Luke was taking the first step.

So she usually reached out to him first.

“Yes,” she said, and it came out like a sigh.  “Please.”

It came at the edge of her spirit, like a touch of white-hot light.  It spread strength, and unwavering approval, and a love as deep and as strong as a Mon Calamari tide.  She plunged into it, inhaled it, bathed in it.  She reveled in the surge of renewal, and then she splashed it back at Luke as hard as she could.

When she opened her eyes, she was lying beside him, twining her arms and her body with his, and his lips were pressed tightly to hers.

She shut her eyes and drew him closer yet.

—  Balance Point, Kathy Tyers

“Oh, you’ll beat this,” Leia said. “You will. And you’ll have babies, and maybe soon after you, Jaina will have her own.” She pushed Mara back to arm’s length. “And won’t that be fun?” she asked. “The three of us sitting around, trading stories, while Luke gets to baby-sit them all.”

It was the perfect thing to say at that moment, and the edges of Mara’s lips turned up, just a bit, into a smile, and a flash of hope crossed her vivid green eyes.

Leia knew, though, as she and Mara headed back to the bridge, that it might well be a fleeting hope, and an image of herself and Jaina sitting and talking to Jaina’s babies about their brave, deceased great-aunt Mara nearly broke her down at that moment.

—  Vector Prime, by RA Salvatore