name; Jaina Organa Skywalker Solo
callsign; Sticks
but of late; Bughugger, Goddess, Great One
age; twenty, as of The Unifying Force; twenty-six as The Joiner King
height; 1.49 m / approx. 4'9" (she is tiny; or somebody needs to check that character guide...)
rank; Lieutenant Colonel, New Republic military
affiliation; Twin Suns Squadron (ex-leader), the Jedi Order

family; Jacen Solo (fraternal twin brother), Anakin Solo (younger brother-corpse), Leia Organa Solo (mother), Han Solo (father), Luke Skywalker (uncle), Mara Jade Skywalker (aunt, Jedi Master), Ben Skywalker (cousin)

current boytoy; Zekk (mindmelded); Jagged Fel, on rebound
current force feeling; nice and bright
current twin reception; clear, with 20% chances of showers
current snap-hiss; violet-blue, focusing crystal made by self
current flight; XJ3 X-Wing (Yuuzhang Vong war); XJ5 "StealthX" X-Wing (Dark Nest trilogy)
current status; creepy insectoid mindmeld

Eldest of the Solo moppets by a grand five minutes over her twin Jacen, the she-hero partakes of both parental units. A rather quirky ace pilot, with the mechanical aptitude, bluntness and bravado of Han Solo. A terrifically stubborn, driven, tongue lash artist not unlike Leia Organa, of which she carries on another generation of pretty young thing in the name of all things good and sweet (HAH). But when the down comes down, the girl's a Jaina to the core.

Romping Young Jedi Knight days marked her as one of the venturesome, always a headfirst into adventure and excitement. (Which, by the by, A JEDI DOES NOT CRAVE. Ha.) Jaina was a merry little trooper at the Jedi Academy on Yavin 4 with the likes of Jacen (INFESTATION!), her obligatory Wookiee computer compatriot Lowie, Tenel Ka (it's all fun and games till someone looses an--), Raynar Thul and the once-Dark Sided Zekk boy, who turned back to the Light in that fasionably good Jedi way of theirs. (The boy, though, has currently decided that being on the bad side of pitifully unrequited is the neatest thing since cheese in a can.)

She played the mechanically minded, always a fix-it with the cages for Jacen's menagerie or a flight thing or two; though the Rock Dragon was Tenel Ka's Hapan passenger cruiser, it was Jaina who was called captain. One for all and all for one, they gave the shove to Imperium assault in which the girl played the pilot skill to the teeth, stood tall against former friend, burned through a Rylothian escape on the take down of the anti-human Diversity Alliance. (Lead by one headtail-twitchy Nolaa Tarkona, they made the race to a bit of flying rock to lay hands on a horrible storehouse of horrors left over from Derricote's days playing with the Krytos virus. The kids go explosives happy and the army takes over.)

Time flies, boys cry, people die.

With a war making wake in the New Republic, the next gen brace the worlds and Jaina Solo is not least to grasp the draft with her MAD PILOT SKILLZ and Jedi flaunts; she starts as a rapidly rising pilot of Rogue Squadron and then graduates to leader of the Twin Suns Squadron. Her tenacity of young has blazed into this will and temperament that drives her as well as causes her to sometimes stumble blind. Sudden estrangement with her mother and terrible breaches of faith with Jacen (who suffers from his own philosophical dithering), losses from every conceivable walk of life and protecting a galaxy that fears and hates them; the wartorn world chips away at her tangled self, knotting her rage until she throws some Dark Side lightning following the unpleasant denouement of the Myrkr mission, where Anakin takes a nasty fall trying to save her sorry ass. But then, it seems that Hapan intrigue and running in league with the Dark Side is all part of the teenage rebellion. She and Kyp do many a morally skeevy thing in the name of victory; mind wiping your best Wookiee friend and having a scientist hack at a hapless prisoner comes to mind. And the lightning of Sithly proportions. But they eventually make back with the Light-- doubtful points to the Master Kyp.

After the death of Chief of State Borsk Fey'lya (many Bothans died to bring us this information!) and the fall of the capital world of Coruscant, they force a stand at Borleais, headed by one Wedge Antilles in all his roguish glory. Though they had to once again cede that crucial crossroad planet, they did further unsettle the enemy Yuuzhan Vong, who hold twins sacred, by artificially elevating Jaina to a godstyle status with all the primps and proper for Yun-Harla, the Yuuzhan Vong Trickster Goddess, parallel to the captured Jacen's supposed image of Yun-Yammka, the Slayer. She picks up some psychological warfare specialists, a born again Kyp and a Jag who drinks alcoholic beverages of untrustworthy quality.

(Meanwhile, Jacen finds his way back after being plucked bare and poked in an evil, nasty way. He brings with him Enlightenment! Empathy! Cheese! And this cool full circle thing concerning his special link with animals.)

However, rained by blow for blow of continuous battle, Jaina takes on the grim and gritty to the point of partially closing herself from the Force; only her incontestable will keeps her standing at the end of the day, and despair masks her once bright nature to figure in a bleak, pragmatic outlook of not surviving the next encounter. (In other words, she listens to Dashboard Confessional a lot.) But good before bad and bad before good, there's a girl-planned victory, a tall, dark and Jagged on the side (oh, scandalous!), the teary hug thing with Jacen. And giving the round to the routed, a New Republic win orchestrated by the ailing Admiral Ackbar was poke-finished with Jaina taking down Tsavong Lah, the Yuuzhan Vong warmaster.

She also has her Destiny.

"I name you the Sword of the Jedi," he said. "You are like tempered steel, purposeful and razor-keen. Always you shall be in the front rank, a burning brand to your enemies, a brilliant fire to your friends. Yours is a restless life, and never shall you know peace, though you shall be blessed for the peace that you bring to others. Take comfort in the fact that, though you stand tall and alone, others take shelter in the shadow you cast."

(Thanks a whole bunch, Uncle Luke!)

With the war all sad, bloody and neverending like, some reuniting on the galactic front takes place as a handful of Vong and a handful of Jedi types bring the entire shebang to a seeming living-planet-of-weird end. Final fighting of the Big Bad takes center stage, has its little Onimi screaming affair of wannabe Vong triumph, and Uncle Luke goes all neat like whoa badass Jedi on them. We have a new philosophical understanding of the Force and Jacen gets to say I told you so while making Jaina realize that he was always there for her, but some paths she just needed to walk on her own. In other words, Jaina gets the beatdown by Vong crazies but Jacen learns to let her deal like the big sister she is. REVOLUTIONARY PSYCHOLOGY!

Jaina finds her sense of self, indulges in the yearly allocation of teary hugfests, and breaks up with Jag in a good way. Everybody lives happily ever after until the next invasion of crazy.