Jaina Solo’s eyes shot wide open. She tried to get up, but soon realized she was unable to move. Looking down, she saw that her feet were bound together while her arms were held above and behind her in an iron grip. She was in a dirty and tattered pilot’s flight suit, replete with fresh cuts and bruises. Then, she managed to look up and saw what was restraining her arms. A pair of enormous Yuuzhan Vong warriors was flanking her, each one gripping an arm. She heard a voice call something in the harsh Yuuzhan Vong tongue and the warriors started forward, dragging her along the ground. She was surrounded by throngs of shouting Yuuzhan Vong as she was roughly hauled up some kind of ramp. Looking at the horizon, she saw shattered buildings, a skyline that looked vaguely familiar. She was on Cor