Jaina felt her heart constrict, painfully, at the memories her Master dredged up. They had been so young back then, as of yet truly untainted by war. The adults were cautiously optimistic.
Then came the Vong.
It would never be the same, not afterwards. Jaina had to force a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. A shell of the Solo smirk as she answered in a slightly chagrined tone, "Well, when I said almost all... Uncle Luke, unfortunately, isn't one of them." She didn't mention he'd been here before. This place was confusing enough without discussing people who had been, but no longer were, present.
"My brothers are here," she stated, her face eerily impassive at the mention of Jacen alongside Anakin. If he raised so much as an eyebrow at their Aunt, he'd wished he hadn't.
"Then there are a few others. My grandparents... on my mother's side. And yes, he's Anakin, not Vader." Her artificial hand clenched slightly at the thought of the Dark Side version of her grandfather. "Obi Wan Kenobi, too."
Glancing at Tenel Ka, her expression unreadable, Jaina asked curiously, "Do you want to tell her about Alema Rar, or do I have the honors?"