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"The first time's the hardest," Hestia explained to her friend Jaina as they sat beside each other, facing outward with their enlarged bellies. "Just don't take the blindfolds off."

"Why would they blindfold you?" Jaina asked, turning back to bite at her fish that she was eating.

"So you don't see the product," Hestia answered with a shrug. Jaina nodded. In the past months she has seen diagrams and been given instructions. She couldn't read, so Mistress Hulda had to explain everything to her. The Mistress has never been pregnant, but had assisted several breeders in the process. Actually hearing about it from someone who has gone through it was more helpful.

"The first time is the most painful," Hestia started.

"The Mistress said it was only a slight discomfort," Jaina interrupted.

Hestia let out a trifling laugh. "You will be surprised by her warning that I insure. Let's just say the discomfort is a bit more slight the second time around."

"How bad does it hurt?" Jaina asked nervously as she ran her fingers down her abdomen, feeling it kick. It was like a small phantom; she couldn't see it but the constant kicks and punches always reminded her something was inside her and wanted to let her to know it was there. Hilda warned her not to talk to it, but Jania often couldn't help herself.

"I don't want to scare you, but it isn't sudden. The process is very long and excruciating." Hestia answered. "But if you ask, they'll give you drugs."

"I hear people talking," Hulda said coming through the meal room and walking past the tables. She was a human woman with gray hair, cold gray eyes and often wore brown clothes. She was in charge of the breeders and ruled them with an iron hand. Despite her strict rules and ultimate authority she was a gem compared to previous overseers.

"Which one is this?" Jaina whispered, as the product kicked once again; it was a busy little thing that would make a great worker. It simply wouldn't stop moving. It certainly enjoyed dancing.

"Fifth, I think," Hestia shrugged. "I heard the last one went for a hefty price. Afterwards, you will return to your husband and continue the monthly check-ups at your village as well as food rations. They will give you a year then expect another. My advice is to get pregnant again fast or they'll beat you. I know this is your first, so don't get attached to it, plug your ears when it's born and don't ask questions. We're slaves, Jaina. Nothing belongs to us. "

"Silence," Lady Hulda shouted. The women and girls nodded and continued eating, some being better at whispering than others. Jaina was absolutely quiet when Lady Hulda strolled passed them. She finished her last bit before Hulda inspected her tray, ensuring every last bit of spicy fish was eaten. This rule was no problem for Jaina; the food in the breeder operations was painfully delicious. As it came closer to her time, they gave her more and more spicy foods.

As soon as Jaina finished eating dinner, she went with the group to the recreation room where they were allowed to work on crafts or mend their husbands' laundry. Jaina already did the later earlier that day, so she worked on her knitting, knowing it was getting colder each day. Jaina enjoyed the smooth wool against her fingers as she tied it to a needle, knitting relaxed her.

The breeders were allowed to talk during this time, but Mistress Hulda had the guards posted to monitor the conversations. Jaina thought of her assigned husband, Jonash Solo, wondering if he was cold during these late fall nights. She wanted to make him a hat or something to wear in the mines, logging the woods or whatever labor these masters assigned him. Unlike others, Jaina was lucky to be assigned someone not only handsome but close to her age as well.

"Time to get ready for bed," Lady Hulda announced a few hours later. Jaina obediently lined up with the other breeders and followed Lady Hulda to the showers.

Jaina walked down to the halls of the dimly lit part of the caves with steam floating from a sauna. Even being allowed to wash herself everyday was something Jaina didn't take for granted. Jaina stepped in under the hot water. She was unable to see her ankles but it felt like they were going to fall off. She put body soap over her puffed-up abdomen, seeing rippling stretch marks across her skin and even a few foot prints. Despite all the sickness, the strange cravings, and the mixture of emotions she was amazed by her small body's ability to create life.

After her shower, a droid came through to hand the women fresh night gowns as another one came with toothbrushes and toothpaste. To be able to clean her teeth everyday was also a comfort she was not used too.

"Remember, any gum disease or tooth decay can cause damage to your product," Hulda reminded them, going through the line of sinks. "You must make sure your teeth are clean."

Jaina nodded as Hulda brushed past. Jaina's gums were once her rotten until she had her teeth pulled. Jaina put her toothbrush back and went up to Lady Hulda.

"Carrier of product 307 has completed nightly task," Jaina said.

"A droid is here to escort you to your dwellings," Lady Hulda said in her monotone voice.

"Yes, Mistress," Jaina said as two enormous droid's came to her side and took her to her room.

Jania went to bed, not being too tired, for she wasn't use to this light work. To some free person, this would have been a terrible place but to Jaina, having food, clothes, and warmth seemed like indulgences given only when pregnant.

Jania was a breeder, her task was to provide them with a nice, fat limb child to be one day sold as a future slave. This was her job, and like all jobs she tried her best to please her masters. It was however an unending burden, being constantly sick or hungry, walking around with a bolder tied to her. Lately she has also taken noticed that the the product was carrying low in the last few days.

The masters placed Mistress Hulda in charged and she saw too it all the needs were met during this hard time. Jaina knew well enough to never be on the bedside of her superiors, for that was beaten and wiped early.

Jaina laid there for a moment, as once again the child began to kick. Finally, she turned to lay on her side, trying her best to be comfortable despite the increasing ace in her back. There was an ache in her back as well as the extra weight strapped her like a huge bolder tied to her stomach. She gently glided the fingers down her abdomen, it was times like this Jaina caught herself talking to the child or at least sending it her thoughts.

When Jania was finally comfortable, the little life inside her decided to jump and dance in its home. 'You must be having a good time in there' Jaina amused it. 'Best be to figured it enjoy the freedom while it lasts.'

Jaina was born a slave and never knew freedom. To think there was a way out of this awful fate would be foolish. She was a slave like her mother before her. Jaina was born in the cheap brothels of Mos Espa on Tatooine. She was named after the ship 'Jaina's Light' that came to the brothel the night she was conceived. From stories, Jaina heard her mother had a whimsical humor, sometimes Jaina would remember her voice to fall asleep.

Jaina didn't remember much about her early years. She and the rest of the children use to stay in the cool dark basements during the night while their mothers were put to work. During the day, Jaina and the others would savage the wicked hot streets for money.

Jaina remembered few moments of her mother. The few she did remember were mainly her face and her warmth. Jaina kept the images of her mother deep inside her and this pregnancy has caused Jaina to mourn for her. For it is a sad fate for a child to be left orphan young, relying on images for love.

Jaina's mother died when she was only five. She got some kind of disease from a customer. Jaina even remembered watching her mother dying in bed, watching her withering, worn out body become sick and weak but still had all thoughts on her daughter. Jaina felt a tear roll down her cheek at that memory.

So many of the women had the disease that the brothel shut down and the masters ordered the pimps to instill chips into the children to sell as a form of collateral. Jania recalled that day vividly. Being wide mouth with a blindfold, feeling the heat of the laser and the sharp pain as the chip was instilled in her mouth then seeing the blood come out of her afterwards, making it official. Jaina was then sold at a cheep price to the Hutts.

There, Jaina was placed under the guidance of Shmi Skywalker, a more experienced house slave who was put in charge of training the children maids. From Shmi, Jaina learned house skills and manners which saved her from several beatings of later masters. She started in the scullery, where she learned how to polish and wash laundry. She learned how to give room when she passed a Hutt, how to not be seen, stand still when they addressed her, never speak unless spoken to and to above all else, follow orders. The higher servants would beat Jaina, but that only made her more obedient. Sometimes, when something broke Shmi offered to do the beatings knowing how sadistic the other slaves could be.

Jaina rolled and shrugged her shoulder blades remembering those dark moments. When the can slashed across her back at the hard wood hit her bones, feeling the sting as her skin was scarped off and flesh being exposed the hard sand.

For it was there, she learned nothing was hers. Jaina remembered standing out in the hot sun feeling her skin become red and her throat become dry as she waited for hours as they searched her room. It was then to the horror of her young eyes, Jaina witnessed the Hutts explode a stable boy when he was caught as a thief. Thinking of this memory, Jaina plugged her ears, remembering the sound. She closed her eyes, still seeing his flesh fly off everywhere. She learned early to never disobey.

Jana woke up with her cheeks red, tears streaming down her face. She felt a sharp pain in her pelvis as the child kicked again. Jaina turned back to attempt to at least get an few minutes of sleep.

After the Hutts lost a few pod-races, they were in huge debt. At the age of nine, Jaina was put on a ship and taken to a tropical planet of Selona and was sold to a very wealthy Twi-lek with several wives and children.

Only receiving a few beatings a day with a couple of smacks, Jaina learned more valued slave skills from her master's wives. They taught her how to weave, tailor, knit, embroider and sew to make items for the children to get through the winters or for her master to sell.

Jaina would even confess to them her love for knitting; it relaxed her. Feeling the soft fabric between her fingers helped keep her emotions in checked. She was taught some technology but not much, the head mistress decide she was more useful elsewhere.

Jaina even saw the inside of a classroom when she was serving lunch to the master's children. Jaina never learned how to read or write but was exposed to numbers. An education was for freed girls. The master's daughter, who was Jaina's age, tried to teach Jaina but they both got terribly whipped for that.

One day, when Jaina turned twelve, she started bleeding, and she frightfully told the nurse who was also a slave. The nurse explained that this was normal for a girl her age. Scared that her growing beauty may one day cause competition, the master's concubines secretly contacted slave breeders who made the master such a great offer he couldn't pass up.

Before Jania was taken Corella, her new masters warned her that Corella was now part of the Republic making slavery illegal there. If they found out Jaina was a slave, the Republic would execute her. Jaina needed to keep her mouth shut. She was silent as her new masters transporters landed in a rich city and then took her on a train deep into the country and had her walk through the Nomad Mountains. Jania walked for days, passing several impoverished villagers, cave dwellers, recluses, missionaries before they reached her destination.

The breeding center was a hidden cave dwelling where the outside looked like an ordinary mountain but the inside was a complex operation.

Jaina first met Lady Hulda and Master Abdul at the entrance in a nice office were a droid did a health inspection. Lady Hulda inspected everything, including the parts Jaina never showed anyone. Hulda then went on to explain how the mine owners have a contract with her new masters. The breeder slaves served as wives to the mining slaves in exchange that the mining slaves would mate with the breeder slaves.

Afterwards, Jaina was fed the best food she was ever given and only allowed simple house work with a weekly health inspection. She was also taught her how to do things such as grow and can food, look after animals, make and keep a fire, pick barriers, preserve meat, keep things cold and other chores she needed to know to be a miner's wife.

Then, finally after a year of doing nothing but housework and training along with a regulated diet, Jaina was deemed ready to breed at only thirteen. Mistress Hulda explained to Jania that the owners of the breeding center made a deal with the mine owners. The breeder slaves would serve as wives to the mining slaves in exchange the mining slaves mated the breeder slaves. Madam Hulda brought out her breeder book and decided she was to marry Jonash Solo.

Madam Hulda explained to her how to be a wife, the main deed expected was nothing new, and like always, Jaina was prepared to do what her master's expected. In that, she was to do what her husband expected. A free girl is able to go about and marry whomever they please and still do as they please, but to a slave Jaina knew this would be her fate eventually.

Jaina turned to the other side, trying to throw a blanket over her feet but failing in the attempt from being too stretched out.

The child kicked again, making Jania remember the first time she met Jonash Solo. The fact that he had a last name romanced her. She was relived he was young and handsome, she was warned that Hulda punished and rewarded girls with her pick of husbands, Jania was surely given pick of the litter.

Jonash was sixteen and as a miner he was given lean, rippling muscles. He also had technical skills which allowed him to work out of the mine and be of higher value. He was much taller than her with brown hair and pale skin, very scruffy looking. The day they met and were wedded, he then took her back to his little shack provided by the mining company.

Jaina tried to be a good and loyal wife, for it was a role she was taught and inbreeded. Jaina always had a hot meal and bath ready when he came home and always kept up with the laundry and mending even during her time in the Breeder quarters. She even started a garden before she was moved back, and left Jonash with several canned vegetables and dried meats.

Jonash was always quiet. He could read, and was able to keep a hoard collection of books that he always kept his noise in while stuck his noise in while Jaina knitted in the evenings.

Jonash barely talked to his wife, but always ate the meals she provided and treated her kindly. He never laid a harsh hand on her and even let her use his name, Solo.

After Jaina bleed for the first time in their marriage, Lady Hulda found out the marriage wasn't consummated. Jaina got one heck of a beating for it that took days to recover. When Jonash found out, out of fear Jaina let Jonash become closer to her and they did the deed. The first time was awkward and painful, Jaina tried not to cry in front of him. Afterwards, it got easier, she sought advice from other breeders how to get pregnant faster. He was genital with her.

This all happened until the breeding center came in for her monthly check-up to confirm Jaina was pregnant and moved back to the Breeder quarters. Jaina knew Jonash well enough to know he most likely kept the shack cleaned and provide his own meals. They delivered his laundry to her but during her pregnancy. The owners wanted to keep an eye on her.

Jaina felt the memories of the past haunt her as she tried to sleep, then suddenly she felt a band of pain wrapped around her pelvis waking her up. She felt this curious warmth flood her, tightening up so severe, she sat up and doubled over. The sensation passed followed by another spasm. Jaina then found herself in a pool of blood with her sheets soaked in red and a greenish fluid. She felt incredible pain in the lower part of her pelvis as if she was going to explode.

"Guards!" Jaina screeched in a panic.

In an instant the droids rushed to her quarters and immediately set off the alarm as a droid helped her into a wheelchair. She was helped in it as another spasm of pain came as she that she was slowly being stretched like a rubber ban.

Jana was taken from the breeder's barrack to the medical rooms near the entrance of the cave dwellings. The droids tied her arms to stirrups as Lady Hudla came with the midwife droid and turned on a small, dark, overhead light.

"Carrier of product 307, figured you'd be coming soon." Lady Hulda said optimistically as she came in fully dressed and placed a blindfold around Jaina's eyes before lifting her gown, rubbing a cold gel on her stomach and placing a cold biting tip to her abdomen.

"I am just glad this will be over soon," Jaina said, relieved. She first heard the familiar steady rhythm plopping over and over. Jaina suddenly felt cold, stinging rods come up inside her and stopped.

Jaina remained quiet, she felt a another contraction and tied to practice her breathing. Lady Hulda remained silent, not giving word or mention as she felt thick blood seep out of her.

Lady Hulda instantly left, closing the door, leaving Jania alone, sitting in the cold stirrups, feeling paper to her skin. Listening to muffled, low voices out in the hallway as if what was going with her own body was a hidden secret.

"It is coming from a strong father and obedient mother. I don't want it to go to waste." Mistress Hulda said coming back in with Abdul behind her.

"There is an Alderaan mission not that far," Abdul said. "The doctor there is trained in the kind of surgery she needs."

"I'll think of a story," Lady Hulda said, turning off the hologram and taking the blindfolds off Jaina. "Keep an eye on things here, we have a few past dues."

Jana was silent, she felt another contraction that was ignored by Hulda. Abdul left, Hulda helped Jaina out of the chair.

"We are taking you to missionaries, they will better able to help the product, if they ask you are my daughter and you were attacked." Lady Hulda said. "They are against slavery, they will kill you. Understand?"

"Yes," Jaina mumbled, sweating from the pain. She stood up, feeling a contraction. Mistress Hulda held her hand then helped Jania put on an old, patched coat. Jaina followed Mistress Hulda out, with her face burning, feeling as if something was trapped inside her.

The two came to the entrance hearing the sounds of ice hitting the ground as Mistress Hulda grabbed an umbrella for herself but didn't bother to protect Jaina.

So here Jaina Solo was, now fourteen, in terrible, painful labor trudging through a hail storm, barefoot with her feet becoming observed by the cold mud. Mistress Hulda put her in the backseat of a mountain cruiser as she went up front. She drove through the mountainside as the hail hit the windshield.

Jaina stared out the window and saw nothing but darkness, feeling the floating motion below her and listening to the rain drops hitting the window as the cursor flew through the air. Just then, she saw bright lights over wooden gates. Mistress Hulda parked the land cruiser, she and Jaina both came out at the same time. This time, Jaina felt another pain, something so sharped she had to scream but held her breath as Mistress Hulda knocked on the door of the community.

"Remember, don't say anything, or you'll be blown up," Hilda reminded. A man wearing a nightgown and caring a book answered the gate.

"Are you the missionaries from Alderaan?" Hilda asked in a shy voice.

"Yes, may we help you?" the man asked.

"My daughter is in labor," Hulda said in a voice of fringe sympathy. "I have a feeling something is terribly wrong."

"She looks so young," the commented.

"She was attacked some months ago," Hulda explained. "Can you please help us?"

"Bring her in, we'll wake the doctor," the man nodded opening the gate. Jaina felt the hail fly, hitting her face followed her mistress. She felt her cold, bare feet hit a pavement and went up wooden stairs. The man leading them opened the door and turned on the lights, Jaina glanced around she was in a bright room with gray tiles, a complete ceiling and wooden chairs. Greeting them was a female h'nemthe wearing an aqua rob.

"Hello, I'm Glenda, the night nurse, I will be assisting Doctor Prosa," The h'nemthe introduced herself handing Jania a hot towel to dry herself. Jania felt the warmth softness touch her wet skin, taking away the coldness.

Glenda went to her book and wrote something. "WHat is your name dear?"

"Jaina Solo," she answered as Glenda recorded. "The Organia's like us to keep a registry so we know what medical equipment to purches. Right this way, I'll get you a surgical gown and some slippers as well." Glenda said in shock at seeing the human girl's bare feet.

"Can we get her to a doctor?" Hulda asked impatiently. The missionaries stared at Hulda, comparing her clean pompous garments to Jaina's raggedy attire.

"The doctor just wants the patient only, sorry," Glenda said, draping her scaled arms around Jaina's shoulders.

"I'll come and get her in the morning, if you have to choose between mother and child, choose the child," Hulda yelled quickly.

"Knowing Doctor Prosa, he will try and save both children," Glenda answered so shocked her four horns beamed up. Jaina however wasn't surprised and was willing to die for her product. Her life and purpose wasn't something she valued too highly.

Glenda took Jania into a cleaner room, the cleanest room Jaina has ever seen, completely spotless of dust. She sat Jaina on a small bed with a white sheet and helped her in an all-white comfortable bed.

"Is that woman really your mother?" the nurse asked taking a white gown and woolen slippers out of the drawer.

"Yes," Jania lied, looking down.

"She doesn't seem to be," the h'nemthe said as helped Jaina laid down and made sure she had a pillow behind her back. "You're not too cold, are you dear?"

"No," Jaina said. "Good. Now, where does it hurt?"

"Down below," Jaina answered. "It really hurts."

"And you're bleeding a lot, I see." Glenda said concerned, then muttered in her own language. "How far apart are they?"

"Is what?"

"How far apart are contractions?" She asked patiently. "You understand what that is?"

"Yes, i haven't felt one since the first, but I'm still in a lot of pain." Jaina said.

"Alright, I am going to lift your night gown and check your dilation," the nurse said and put a cloth over Jaina's knees than checked under her skirt. "Prosa will be here any minute. Would you like some water?"

Before Glenda could questioned much more, the door opened and a very plump Togruta male came in. "What do we have here?" He asked looking at Jaina stunned to see him putting on a white coat.

"This woman brought her, claiming that her daughter is having complications," Glenda explained.

"The one who said in a panic we are to save the child if we have to choose. Which child?" the doctor asked sarcastically.

"I'm suspecting illegal activity," Glenda announced.

"What's wrong with me?" Jania finally asked, to remind the two she was still in the room.

"Hello, Jaina, I am Doctor Han Prosa, but you may call me Han. I am here to help you. Right now, I can tell you that the main problem is you are too young to be having children. Your body wasn't ready to go through pregnancy."

"A little late for that diagnosis," Jaina responded sharply.

"Sharp one, you are," Han laughed, turning on the machine before facing to Glenda.

"The mind tricks aren't working. Go tell the woman out in the waiting room that I am going to have to keep her for a while, a few weeks or so. The mother's age and size does present complications. Do whatever it takes to get her out of here. Then get Doctor Levana. Tell her she will have a patient shortly." Han said. He still remained good at reading people. This was something Han picked up back in his Jedi days. It may have seemed like eons ago in a different time and a very far away place from this remote corner of the galaxy but Han still could picture Coruscant like his home and the Jedi Order as his family.

"The mind tricks aren't working. Go tell the woman out in the waiting room that I am going to have to keep her for a while, a few weeks or so. The mother's age and size does present complications. Do whatever it takes to get her out of here. Then get Doctor Levana. Tell her she will have a patient shortly." Han said. He still remained good at reading people. This was something Han picked up back in his Jedi days. It may have seemed like eons ago in a different time and a very far away place from this remote corner of the galaxy but Han still could picture Coruscant like his home and the Jedi Order as his family.

Growing up, Han always felt different from the rest of the younglings and padawans. He secretly questioned from a very young age if this was the path the Force had chosen then reasoned with himself that he was Force-sensitive and the Jedi needed him.

Han didn't fit in much there anyway, as he'd always seemed to 'more concerned about his books than a lightsaber' to Master Windu. This was the ground for the Master to take the young bookworm on as an apprentice, to which Han was very honored.

He continued his charade of wanting to be the best Jedi, even fooling himself into thinking that was the life he truly wanted. He would go around showing fake passion to a point where nobody but him could pick up on his false devotion to the order.

It wasn't until that one mission where Han accepted the Force's true path. It was after an assignation attempt on Senator Aks Moe, a three-eyed Gran with bright orange skin and whiskers plucking out. Master Windu was put in charge of investigating, while Han was sent to guard the senator and his wife, Philo into hiding. The couple then demanded that their daughter-in-law, Kerr join them as well. It wasn't until Han met Kerr to realize why her safety was considered more important above all else. Kerr was carrying their first grandchild.

Han still remembered his first stay with the Moe family at their country estate, Bikado, which was inherited by Philo and was built with architecture that would rival the wealthiest of Coruscant and was located in the heart of the ever growing Dal Forest with trees tall enough to be hidden from view making it the perfect place to hide a family in danger.

To this day, Han remained very good friends with the Maw and Kerr Moe. Han remembered his stay with that family. It was unlike anything he had ever seen, mainly because of their refinement to the point where every move of their daily lives was sheer elegance. He came to like their retreat for their enormous library and vast collections of paintings, as well as their love for music in the evenings. He also saw the connections of a family, the bonds of love that made them look out for each other for no other reason than love. Mainly through, Kerr, who, despite the number of moods and the constant suffering, would glow. The way they all waited on her, and her smile as she embraced her stomach after every kick. The family wasn't just guarding a loving family member, they were guarding hope. The child she carried was already promised more than any child in the galaxy.

It wasn't until Kerr accidentally fell down the stairs a month before her due date, causing her to go in early labor that Han had his eyes opened. Like all Gerrs, the family prepared to have the child at home but the medic was out of contact. So Han assisted as much as he could following Philo's orders and appeasing them as they prayed to the goddess Doellin in Gran chants.

Han still remembered her screams, because it was her first. Based on what he read and Philo's experience the two helped keep Kerr in constant comfort through the process, even though it seemed no end to her suffering. Han was awkward, and so, was very surprised when Philo ordered him to deliver. His hands were small enough to reach in and take hold of the babe. He followed Philo's every step until he used the Force and guided the child through Kerr's final push delivering a healthy baby girl. Despite all the agonizing hours she went through that night, at dawn there was nothing but joy. Han realized he became one with the Force at the moment when he brought life into the galaxy. It was where he belonged.

Shortly afterwards, the day Yoda predicted long ago arrived, Han left the Jedi Order. Master Windu was surprised he left the order to peruse a career in midwifery but supportive just the same.

"What's going on?" Jaina asked again, as she tried breathing heavily not understanding why the pain was still there.

Han stared at the sonogram making a quick observation on the reason why her labor seemed to stale.

"The placenta has detached blocking your cervices," Han explained pointing to the lower end of the sonogram. "The child is now trapped in the womb. You should have been brought in sooner, the fetus tried to continue his way and got his head stuck in the placenta blocking the child from entering the birth canal. It is also causing you to loose a large amount of blood. The umbilical cord is wrapped around his neck. The child now has his head stuck to the placenta and the umbilical cord is now wrapped around your baby's neck. He is loosing oxygen, putting him high at risk. I'm going to first get that baby out through a C-Section. That means we are going to give you a shot of anesthesia, then Glenda will give you a catheter to drain your urine. Once the droid has you prepped, I will make a cut across your stomach and try to get the baby out of there." Han explained in a direct manner. Jaina nodded feeling a shrill going up her spine at the thoughts of having her stomach sliced opened.

"What is your family name?" Glenda asked, coming in with two bands in hand.

"Solo" Jaina answered. The nurse nodded and wrote something down on two tags and put a bracelet around Jaina's wrist and put the other one to the side as a droid shaved below Jaina. Then Glenda, covered with gloves and a breathing mask went below Jaina and put something tickling inside where she went and started pumping a needle.

"If it's me or the baby, choose the baby," Jaina repeated watching as Glenda's eyes shot up while draining her, seeing the tears roll down the child's cheek from her past misery and present torture.

This life wasn't something she would miss too much.

"I'm going to work very hard to save both of your lives," Han promised sternly, reaching out to the Force trying to communicate with the baby. He was staring straight at Jaina. "You matter just as much as your son."

"You know it's a son?" Jaina asked.

"Yes, from the sonogram, I can see that you do have a son." Han said, putting on his gloves then turning, nodding to Glenda as she injected the anesthesia.

Han still used the Force, mainly with his patients. He tried to use an old Jedi mind trick to calm Jaina, but she was much stronger than she thought herself to be, like all mothers she was nearly impossible to break. She had a very strong mind, but didn't know it. She was the kind of patient that made Han glad he left.

Han, sighed remembering the path that lead him here. Alderaan had the best universities, and the Organas offered loans for anyone that offered their services to those with most in need in the Republic. He enrolled in a pre-med program at the University of Alderaan in Aldera. It was quite a culture shock from being sworn Jedi to bachelor medical student. Han, like always, remained focused on his work. Getting As in everything, while going over the required volunteer hours at the Alderra medical center, visiting with the patients and growing to love them. The professors took an interest in him when he chose to spend school holiday giving the needed medical aid to the refugees in Chinare instead of living it up in Belleau-a-Lir. It was in Chinare Han did his first abortion procedure, helping a young widow with four offspring and no way of providing for another.

After completing the required study course in half the time, Han continued to work off his debt to Alderaan by working in the Republic's worse slums to the remote corners of the galaxy, he wanted to serve the patients that needed him the most. He only regretted leaving the Jedi when he lost a patient, having to witness a mother face the most darkest of tragedies is an unimaginable grief, but the vast majority of the times when Hans was guided by the Force to bring in a new life, giving the most joyous moments, made Han realize there was no other inner path.

The droids stuck IV in Jaina and put on two separate monitors. She has heard of breeders dying for the sake of the product and feared it, but this doctor promised not to let that happened, simply because she mattered. She felt another kick below her, and the distressed child inside her was a reminder that her life was important to someone else as the droid put two tubes up her nose. Glenda then looked at the monitor, marked a dotted line where the cut was going to take place, and finally opened a swab iodine all over the bump of her pregnancy.

Han finished putting on a mask and gloves then attended to his patient. She felt a twinge of shame in being exposed. She slowly felt a numbness come over her.

Another droid brought up a tray of tools as Glenda came back in with another doc

"Are you ready?" Han asked as she heard the steady sounds of her baby's heartbeat become slower and slower. Jaina looked at the image of her son, with the umbilical cord around his neck like a noose, choking, dying before his life began. She closed her eyes as Glenda stroked Jaina's cheeks with her gentle claws.

Han reached out to the Force once again, to be guided by it as he had his entire life. He could be at a fine hospital in Naboo, delivering the next generation's future leaders of the Republic. Instead he was here, in the most remote corner of the galaxy aiding a young mother and her child. He had always been a servant to the poor and destitute, the places where he his most needed. It was his repayment to the Republic for leaving the Jedi. When Corellia joined the Republic, Alderaan was known for its generosity, offered aid towards the planet.

Suddenly Jaina felt a sharp knife punch into her. She knew that she should have felt something, but the needle they injected made her skin so numb it was painless.

The midwife droid came over with a bowl and Jaina saw Dr. Han put in fat, bloody tissue after bloody tissue in the bowl after each cut while Glenda kept handing him tools. "I reached the uterus," Han said as Glenda handed him another tool then went over and held the layer of Jaina's skin while Han made the final cut in the uterus.

"I reached the child, hand me the scissors." Han said feeling a head, as Jaina looked down and saw her stomach split opened, Han was there, with his bloody glove on a hump of skin covered with thick white paste. Han wiggled it around and pulled a little more this time taking out shoulders with arms, legs and a body dangling down covered in a coat of blood and thick white paste.

Glenda handed Han a pair of scissors and he cut the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, cleared his noise and tapped on his feet. That was when the new baby let out a gasp and open his eyes wide, not at all distracted by the bright lights of his new life. He started to cry, making the universe stood still and behold the newest member.

The child with no name stared at the man who delivered him. Han used the Force to guide calming energy to him, allowing the pediatrician to focus on his breathing. He did this as he handed the baby to Glenda for her to clean and try to bring up his breathing rate. Jaina watched as Glenda put a tiny mask with a blood attach to his little mouth.

Jaina glanced over, and saw the top of his head as Han removed his cord from the side of his neck, finally relieving him. She saw a wrinkly, squirmy little love, covered in blood still screaming at the top of his lungs. As Han did a brief inspection on the baby, a human woman came in to assist. Glenda then went and injected antibiotics in Jaina's IV, but her eyes remained focused on her son. The human doctor then attached the balloon mask to the new baby as the Glenda wrapped the other band with the name 'Solo' around his ankle before they left the room.

"Where are you taking him?" Jaina asked. Since she was still quite dazed, she didn't know what to think of him. Han knew mothers well enough to tell she was already in love, as it was these experiences that confirmed that a mother's love was the most powerful force surrounding us. It could heal any illness and the source behind all strength.

"Your son is good and well. Doctor Lavanna is going to get his breathing to normal." Han explained as he pulled out the placenta and cleaned inside her uterus. Glenda came back as Han stitched Jaina up.

"Your son is good and well. Doctor Lavanna is going to get his breathing to normal." Han explained as he pulled out the placenta and cleaned inside her uterus. Glenda came back as Han stitched Jaina up. Slowly, Jaina fell asleep.

~X~

Jaina woke up, feeling this new awkward emptiness in her body. Part of her was scared. She could feel her legs but couldn't feel the middle part of her body, except for an unbearable itch along her skin.

Jaina lifted her nightgown, she saw a very large scar filled with stitches going form her belly button to the edge of her privates, it was red and surrounded by browns, yellows and purples. She could barely get up, feeling exhausted, and sore. Unknowing how long she has been asleep, her heart started to race. What if Mistress Hulda came back for her son and he already had a chip installed?

That questioned caused Jaina to panic, she quickly moved her feet when an alarm went off.

"You can't get out of the bed quite yet," a human woman said as she raced in.

"Where am I?" Jaina asked.

"You are at a mission sponsored by the house of Organa, the royal family of Alderaan. Here, drink some water, it will help the anesthesia." The woman answered. "You just had a baby delivered through c-section, you aren't allowed to move for twelve hours."

"How long was I asleep?" Jaina asked.

"About four hours," The woman answered. "I'm Doctor Lavanna, the pediatrician. I am now the doctor for both you and your son. You saw me last night after the delivery."

"Where are my mas…I mean parents?" Jaina asked almost forgetting that slavery was illegal here, and if found she will be executed.

"We want to monitor both of you, since this place is so remote, we are going to keep you two for a month. I will serve as both you and your son's doctor, since you are both considered children. A man came in earlier, Han had word with them and won't be back for a few months."

"How was he able to convince them?" Jainia asked.

"Lets just say the man was weak minded, Han knows an old trick for those types." Lavanna laughed.

"How is my son?" Jaina said, confused.

"Due to the stress of the delivery, he had some breathing problems and was in a lot of trauma but he pulled through. He is a fighter, that little one. Must have gotten it from his mother," Doctor Lavanna said, "I will go and get him. He is very anxious to meet you."

The doctor left and came back in with a tiny hovering bassinet and a child swaddled in white cloth. That was when reality his Jaina, she was a breeder and her son was a slave. All she went through last night and he still wasn't hers.

'He's not mine to hold,' Jaina kept saying to herself over and over as they lifted the tiny thing. 'You aren't supposed to be attached,' she reminded herself again as Doctor Lavanna picked him up and laid him on her chest still tightly in swaddled and cared for, like a free child. Jaina dared to allow herself to gaze down at him and his tiny face, tiny noise and the smiling curves of his rolling eyelids. He laid against her chest, still like stone. He was completely red and wrinkled, and the tiniest little babe that Jaina had ever seen.

"You're scared. I know how you feel. I am a mother as well. Let him stay close to your heart. It comforts him; it's what he heard for nine months."

The baby's head was cuddled with his ear pressed against Jaina's chest, taking comfort from the familiar rhythm of her heartbeat. It was as if he knew his place was there. He was the truest miracle in all the stars and galaxies. This tiny little being was the bone of her bone, flesh of her flesh, belong to her and no one but her. For the first time in Jaina's life, she saw herself as more than a slave girl. She saw herself as a mother. His mother.

In a little while he woke up, opened his mouth round, showing off his loud toothless gums and started a hollering cry.

"He's hungry," the doctor explained. "I'll show you how to feed him."

Jaina, without hesitation, removed the top of her gown, revealing her undeveloped breast. She puts a nipple to his mouth, he calmly started to suckle her, enjoying his first meal.

The baby boy's eyes open, finding comfort to this strange pain he felt. He stared at her, recognizing Jainia as his mother by the sound of her voice. As soon as he finished whatever he was doing, he continued gazing at Jaina, for she had solved all the problems in his new life. She had the voice and heartbeat that he recognized, so it must have been her.

"Where is Han?" Jaina asked amazed, wondering what he was thinking with that soft, innocent gaze.

"He is at a village some miles away," the doctor explained. "He is actually leaving today, but he has something to explain to you before he goes."

Jaina nodded. If it wasn't for this kind-hearted doctor, Jaina and her son would be dead. If it wasn't for his suspicions, her baby would be off in a nursery with Hulda trying to figure out his worth, while his mother was left empty handed. She didn't carry him for nine months, have her body split opened and almost die so others would have profit. He deserved more than the life of a slave. He wasn't an object. He was her son.

"Han," She spoke to the baby. "You will be Han Solo, a free child."

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