Extended History (Continued)

The rebellion moved to the forest moon of Endor, to a base they named Omega base. Jillian barely ever saw the Princess, and had no idea what she was up to. She met a man named Han Solo, who managed to get them into a terrible mess the very night they met, getting into a squabble with an over-zealous Intelligence agent about the Princess, and stun-shooting the agent in frustration. A long detailed investigation began. Life then threw a series of curve balls Jillian's way. She had finally been beginning to work through her feelings for Trevor, but with Tomas there, she was kept closely guarded again, like her youth on Alderaan. The tension between Trevor and her brother rose, and Trevor left the Star Fighter ranks to command the Navy, at Leia's transmitted request, while she searched for Admiral Ackbar.

Jillian's brother, Tomas got involved with Lady Shade of the Vestige corporation, and Lady Mortuban, who was under disguise as Seline Jackson, at the same time, while still coming down hard on her about taking any steps to let her relationship with Trevor grow. Jillian and Trevor perservered, however, and despite all that was changing around them, found the time to be married, in a beautiful celebration on Cloud City. The celebration ended in a terrible run for everyone's lives when the dark Jedi, Dram showed up and lost his temper at the beauty and love of the festivities. But all survived, and all that remained was a nasty vendetta as the idealism Jillian seemed to embody and represent festered in Dram's mind.

On the homefront after the wedding, Tomas began to change, but he refused to discuss it with Jillian, because he was so steeped in the tradition of not letting the hardships of life into ladies' realizations. With a farewell transmission, he disappeared from the Alliance, and from Jillian's life again.

There was no time for sorrows, however. The Empire had discovered Omega base, and it was all everyone could do to flee in time. The rebellion found themselves huddled on the small fleet, hiding in the depths of space, with no established location, once again. After the freedom of Cloud City and Omega base, this was too much for most of them to bear. The quest to become an Alliance became foremost in all of their minds.

Danul Lantree, a young Corellian to whom Jillian had been betrothed in her youth, found his way to the rebellion. After a brief time of petty jealousies and uncertainty, Trevor accepted him into the naval family, eventually allowing him to take command of it, while Trevor returned to his other true love, the SFC.

In Leia's absence, Jillian, Trevor, Danul, and Army General Larad Madox worked hard to again liberate the planet Mon Calamari. Diplomatic missions consumed most of Jillian's weeks, causing marital strain, and troops and officers in all three divisions worked together and on their own parts of the necessities to make an Alliance work this time. The Calamari were difficult. They'd been liberated and recaptured already once before, and the effects to their planet had been devastating. There was anti-human sentiments amongst the Quarren that Jillian spent a great deal of time catering to. Her time was so consumed by this, that she was very disconnected from what was going on day to day on board the fleet, and situations did continue to come up for her fellow alliance members, one after the other. Love triangles, inclinations to smuggle for extra money, and inconsistencies with who was and wasn't allowed to board the ships were typical problems with which she'd come back up to the fleet and find herself dealing. She left her post in the SFC to take care of such issues in the name of the Princess.

The people on and off the ships without reports being filled was a real problem that came to the surface when someone managed to capture the dark Jedi, Dram, and brought him to a holding cell in the brig of the MCSC Freedom. A dark Jedi, the rebellion later found out, cannot be contained, and when Dram decided he had instilled enough fear, and that it was time to go, he felt free to just go. As one can imagine, this created quite a stir in the main hangar of the ship when he surfaced there. Rebels came out of the woodwork to combat the dark presence, who laughed as he warded them all off with only minimal damage, much to their infuriation. There were, however, quite a few to ward off, and they started to get the better of him when Jedi-in-training, Lianna, a rebel doctor, showed up on the scene, and ignited her lightsaber. Not wanting to get into a tremendous battle with Lianna, he exclaimed something about now not being the time, and seized Jillian to prevent Lianna's attack. Carefully, the attack sort of came anyway, with Jillian forced up against a ship at the top of its ramp. The ship Dram was planning to use, was the Lady Shade's, who offered it for some condition or another, blackballing herself to Jillian for the rest of Jillian's term as President. The lightsabers and the conflicting sides of the Force was too much for the other rebels who witnessed the scene. They froze in awe. The power had been knocked out by a computer Dram had sent flying at the heads of several rebels by the Force, and the sabers glow was the brightest light sorce in the Hangar. Dram was the victor at this point, and left with his prize, turning her over to Imperial control. He had no use for the girl, and the Empire would look favorably on him for his dutiful work handing them a rebel.

Now Jillian found herself an Imperial prisoner. A female Captain who had managed to rise in the Imperial ranks became her torturer. Captain Marlena Frost tricked Jillian into believing negotiations were possible, and under the facade of a pleasant meeting over a luncheon, poisoned Jillian. She threw in the final condition of the negotiation, which was of course, to give the names of all her fellow rebels, in order to save her own skin, and when Jillian refused, Marlena then refused the antidote. The sickness that followed was too horrifying to mention. Later that day, while being led/dragged back to her cell, she passed another new prisoner in the hall. Uncertain if she was seeing things, she blinked and confirmed that it was indeed, Trevor! Locked into cells next door, they waited until they'd be given the chance to escape, which eventually presented itself, and before they could be used for testing in the twisted laboratories of Imperial scientists, they got away, and returned to the rebellion.

Not too long after this, Leia returned for one brief night to the base. On this night she met privately with Jillian, and assigned her as President of the rebel organization. The Princess was too tied down in the position, and her name and family had been known and respected in the galaxy. She was needed in the field, not on the home front running the show. Jillian, who would never be able to say no to Leia, accepted, telling everyone she was only an acting President, helping out the Princess while she was away. Weeks turned into months, and it became more and more apparent that Jillian was indeed the Chief of State, as she guided the rebellion into an Alliance with Mon Calamari.

The victory was momentous, and the Alliance was determined not to lose it again for the Mon Calamari. Intense patrols at all hours of the day and night went on for two months. The Army took down the Imperial garrison on planet and established a training facility and living space. When the paranoia finally passed, and the now, Alliance felt confident enough that the Empire was going to leave Mon Calamari alone, awards were passed out.

Not too long after this establishment, Trevor reclaimed his proper post of command in the SFC. Phantom Squadron was born. He worked to rebuild his name, and then became the CO of the Division again. Meanwhile, Jillian discovered she was pregnant, and thoughts about what would happen once the baby was born became a point of contention between the couple.

Eventually, though, as these things cannot be avoided, the baby was born: Dakota Dominik Wiley. Trevor and Jillian had wanted their son to be a Coruscanti citizen. Trevor knew someone who was officially working for the current government, but who had also worked for the Republic, who secretly supported the Alliance, and knew of the underground of Coruscant. This person got Dakota the official documentation upon his birth on planet, making him officially and legally a Coruscanti native. The little family stayed away from the Alliance a long time. At first it was too dangerous to leave, for fear of being discovered. Then, when they got a break to depart, the Alliance planet Mon Calamari, which had been fine for themselves, was uncertain for the safety of their child. Corellia, which protected family above all else, seemed like a better option, even though they were officially controlled by the Empire. After all, even the Empire knew better than to break the sanctuary of suburban life on Corellia. And they couldn't afford to anger the Corellians and have to do battle for their ship yards. Well, they could afford it, but who in the galaxies would want the trouble? So the Wileys felt they would be safer on Corellia.

Jillian could not send word to the Alliance, for safety's sake, and though she felt she was doing the right thing, as family was the reason she was fighting the war in the first place, she felt horrible feelings of guilt for abandoning her Alliance. On Coruscant, it was very easy for Trevor to slip into his old methods of survival and the such, and he managed to get himself into plenty of situations. He took off for Corellia without his wife and son, leaving word for her to take the new Sorosuub yacht to find him on Corellia. When she got to Corellia, he'd already departed from there as well, having gotten into trouble with some locals and the bounty hunters guild. He ended up killing their guildmaster. Frustrated with the game of tag she was playing, and angry because she felt this was a worse life for Dakota than the Alliance would have provided, she goes back to the Alliance. Once returned, she officially resigns her post back to Princess Leia, who has returned, and is more than willing to reclaim the position.

Now Jillian has nothing to do. The months apart from Trevor with nearly no communication, no official position in the Alliance, she raises her baby and does a lot of reading again, as she used to before she reached Flight Officer status in the star fighter corps. Then one day Trevor returns. He returns with a crewed ship, a diplomat, and an idea. The diplomat and the ship, which was a Dreadnaught, and its crew were part of a cell of the Alliance in deep space. There were small cells like this hidden all over the galaxy. Trevor's frustration with the SFC he was now in charge of again, Jillian's frustration with raising her child in an atmosphere of wartime, all of the 847 little things that they had been through, had led him to this single idea. He wants to leave the corporate main branch of the Alliance, in favor of running this cell on board the Dreadnaught. It will allow them to provide a less wartime atmosphere for Dakota, and it will allow them to possess the Alliance's single greatest advantage, that they had given up to become an Alliance, being unlocateable. With the Dreadnaught they could make small steps like the rebellion of old. Hit and run operations. Patrols of different sectors of the galaxy. Diplomatic negotiations with other organizations, companies, and deep space planets to join the Alliance against the New Order. It was perfect.

So Trevor and Jillian had the word "Justice" boldly painted on the side of the Dreadnaught, and set out on their new post, recruiting for key positions as they go.

Life has thrown twist after twist at this spirited young woman, yet she has perservered. Her sparkling hazel eyes remain wide and searching, still full of the curiosity of her youth despite the knowledge beyond their years. Her emotional defenses are not so fiercley protective as they used to be. She is friends with the young woman she grew up admiring, she'd found new family, and love, was starting a family of her own, and was doing the diplomatic work she had in a way spent her entire life preparing for. While no one can realize themselves until they have the gift of hindsight, and no one can anticipate their future, the depths of her eyes betray some sort of understanding. Creatures like this are always more than they seem.... and more than they ever think they can be.

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