One features Jaina, one Jacen, both posted today by Sue Rostoni on the official site boards and replicated beneath the cut.
Excerpt 1:
“Because she’s Alema Rar,” Jaina responded. And if we waste time trying to figure out why she does anything, we’re crazier than she is.”
Jag chuckled — as he usually did whenever Jaina disagreed with Zekk — then said, “To a degree. Does that mean you sense something?”
“Give me a chance,” Jaina replied. “We just got here.”
“We need time to attune ourselves to the local currents,” Zekk explained. “It’s not like that new ship of hers is a dark side beacon. It was just giving off a little aura before.”
“So you’re saying we need to make a second pass?” Jag asked.
“And probably a third and a seventh,” Jaina answered. “It might take some effort to find her, but I’d bet my shirt that Alema is here.”
Jag said, “I accept!” at the same time Zekk said “Okay!”
Jaina frowned, confused by their enthusiasm. “What?”
“Your bet.” Zekk leered across the fuselage. “I accepted.”
“Hey, I was first!” As usual, it was impossible to tell from Jag’s tone whether he was joking, but Jaina thought he probably was. The only gambling she had ever seen him do involved starfighters and slim chances of survival. “The bet is with me.”
“Ha, ha — very funny,” Jaina said. “What part of not interested don’t you two understand?”
Excerpt 2:
“I know you’ll do the best thing for Hapes,” Jacen said, sounding slightly amused. “I was asking about you and Allana.”
“About us?” Tenal Ka was surprised by the question, for the answer was as obvious as it was painful. “You must know the answer to that already.”
The color drained from Jacen’s face. “What about hiding? I could ask the Fallanassi to take you in.”
Tenel Ka smiled sadly. “That will work for a time, Jacen — perhaps even until the Confederation grows tired of looking for us. But they can’t rule Hapes without Hapan blood on the throne, and whoever they install as their puppet won’t tire. The pretender will be too frightened of me or Allana trying to return, and she’ll keep looking until we’re dead.”
Jacen’s shoulders slumped, then he dropped back onto the couch and cradled his head. “Then we have no choice.”
“About what?” Tenel Ka asked, alarmed by the desperation in his voice. “Jacen, if you are considering using something like Alpha Red –”