The sound of repeating rifles and the screams of dying warriors echoed in Jacen Solo’s ears as he and Tenel Ka ushered the Queen Mother out the north side of her home and down an embankment into the forest. Teneniel’s thick skirts rustled loudly with every step, and caught in the briars lining their path. Tenel Ka ran beside her mother, her one arm helping the Queen lift her hem out of the mud and urging her to quicken her pace. “Jacen?” Tenel Ka called, continuing to drag the Queen down the mountain. Vines. “I know,” she agreed, frustration written all over her face. “No.” * * * * * *