I woke up with a bandage on my head and a royal headache. I sat up slowly, ignoring the pain, and looked around. Starkiller was in a bed on the opposite side of the room, also bandaged. I climbed out of the bed and, ignoring the dizzying pain, stumbled over to his side. I placed my hand on his forehead, feeling moisture but no fever, and closed my eyes. I sang a lulliby my (fake) mom had taught me when I was younger, closing my eyes and gently stroking his head. When I finished singing, I kissed his forehead and went back to my own bed.

I fingered the singed holes in my shirt as I fell back asleep.

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Another out-of-body experience. Luckily, this was the first time it was happening since I had gotten here, so I wasn't too angry.

Starkiller groaned and sat up, making me look over at him. He shook his head a bit, then climbed out of the bed. His boots hit the drawers underneath loudly, but he didn't seem to mind as he took off the bandage. Just as I had expected, he was completely healed. His gaze rested on my unconscious form, and it filled with sorrow and guilt. He stood slowly, and then went over to me, stopping just beside my pale and haunted form. He brushed my hair out of my face and inspected the slight points in my ears, chuckling softly. "What a strange kid," he said to himself, and went towards the cockpit.

I turned my attention away from the Shadow and found myself on Kamino, standing next to Jaisa. She looked terrible, but her eyes still shone with defiance, which made a stroke of pride dip through my heart. I knew she wouldn't give in easily.

I felt a cord pulling me back to the Shadow, so I returned and watched my older brother and the general converse.

"What happened?" Starkiller demanded. "What did you do to her?"

"You were hallucinating, both of you. You were stuck in some kind of Force trance or something. You were about to wreck the ship, and I did what I knew would do the trick. I knocked her out first, then you. I did my best to make the two of you comfortable, then came back here. You weren't out as long as I would've thought, and that head of yours is completely healed." Kota chuckled. "Well, she's certainly a keeper, I'd say," he mumbled.

Starkiller was frozen in realization. He put his hand on his head and, feeling not so much as a bump, he sat down in the seat beside Kota.

"How?" he breathed, looking troubled. "How is that possible?"

"Your mother," Kota replied. He grinned. "She wasn't exactly from around here. She was on a diplomatic mission and just happened to find your father. One thing led to another, and you were created. Once you were born, she saw that there was only your father in you, and she left. She went back to her home. Just two days before he died, she came back, told him about a vision she had seen. Told him that he was going to die. He refused to do anything about it, so he gave her something of his with specific instructions on how to use it, something very special, and told her to go home. She wasn't too excited about it, but she left anyways.

"Twelve years after your father was killed, I received a message from her. Not only was she once again pregnant, but she was to sire a set of twins. Normally, a person of her... ethnic background... would find it impossible to conceive twins, but thanks to your father's gift and his instructions, it was completely possible and was guaranteed to succeed.

"Your sisters were born in the same world, but this one, Jenakin, named after one of the rivers on the planet they had fallen in love on, was more like your father than your mother. But, even with her father's power, she had also absorbed power from her sister, therefore gaining her mother's powers as well. With both abilities flowing through her veins, she was much too powerful for her own good. Upon finding this out, her mother sent her to a place where she could live that was away from the Force, and from magic. She was sent to a place where all of this is just a story. Where her true parentage is a lie and a scam.

"Jenakin does not know just how powerful she is. The only reason she has a twin is because, even in her mother's womb, she had a sense of loyalty to those closest to her. Twins of her kind don't usually work out, since one fetus tends to absorb the other. Jenakin was able to stop the absorption, while still in the womb, and both of them are alive and well. One twin, Jenakin, took all of your father's power with some of her mother's, while the other twin, Jaisa, named after a star in her true realm, took all of her mother's gifts.

"You're probably wondering why Jenakin is so strong. I wondered that myself, but on a mission I took to help decide the young one's fate, it was revealed to me. Your father had - successfully - created the first Jedi clone."

Silence. If I had been able to speak, I wouldn't have, because I had nothing to say. The first successful Jedi clone? But Kota himself had said that it was impossible. Could he have been lying? Or did he truly think it was impossible, that the story my mother had told him was only a myth?

"I thought she was lying, if course. I demanded proof, and she brought out a man. He looked exactly like your father, only more as one of her own kind. She called him Celeborn, and declared that they had been wed not long before she had been impregnated by him."

I shot awake in my little bed, gasping loudly and sitting up. I groaned in pain, clutching my head, but I climbed out of the bed nonetheless and stumbled my way into the cockpit. The door slid open, and both men started and turned to me. "Jenakin?" Starkiller demanded. "What are you doing? You're still hurt. You should -"

"Say it isn't true," I spat, looking at the old blind man. "Say that it's all a lie. It was silent for a moment before I continued. "Celeborn isn't a clone - that's impossible. Even if it was possible, how could Vadar have found out -"

"There was a rumor about it," Kota interrupted. "Not necessarily a big one. No one was exactly sure who spread it, but your father wasn't very concerned about it. It soon faded, and none of us would have ever expected Vadar himself would hear of it. If your mother hadn't warned him of it, the clone would be in Vadar's hands even now. He would have found the truth long before he had all those years ago. Thanks to Galadriel's warning, we're all alive today."

Another long bout of silence forced my balance to wane, and I sat heavily on the floor before passing out once again.