So we have war queen Romana and we know what Brax was up to during the War In Heaven (See Where Angels Fear to Bernice Summerfield Series 11) so may I also propose
Celestis Narvin
Investigator Ace
Regen-Inf Leela
And Commander Hallen being experimented so that the Dogma virus can be used in the War effort.
Master Surro (both in terms of how you've handled her decision and if she lived, her fate thereafter)?
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Thanks for the ask, @sullustangin !
Sadly, the adorable Hallen, now a Jedi Knight, is once again guarding the Temple as of the events of the Assault on Tython. Her actions that day help save several others, but she ultimately meets her fate near the temple's entrance.
Kai Zykken and the Corellian Run Scoundrels are still around in the Halcyon Legacy post KOTET. They aren't part of the Alliance, but they have an impressive record of running into trouble that brings problems to light. For the record, Lana insists that Theron be the one to keep tabs on them. (Kira still reminds Lana and Theron about the Kowakiian Monkey Lizard incident.)
Master Surro survived Ziost and returned to Tython. She never returned to full "active" duty, but she did assist in the evacuation during Zakuul's invasion. She is one of several Jedi who went missing in the aftermath.
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where: the police precinct
when: after hallen’s shift
In Chicago, Adrian had always known exactly how many blocks Hallen’s home was from any given club. He knew how easy it was to pick the lock on his front door with a few hours of practice and a clear head. And he knew if he was too fucked up to do that, he could pass out in front of the door and wake up on the couch in a strange living room. Curled up with a blanket wrapped around him and a pair of expectant eyes watching him, making sure he didn’t die on the couch or just waiting for him to wake up so he could collect whatever debt he was owed for the inconvenience of finding a junkie on his doorstep.
In Olympus, however, Adrian doesn’t know where to go. But tonight he plans to find out. He sits on the curb, eyes glued to the employee lot around the side of the police station. He’s not sure which car belongs to his target, otherwise he’d have already climbed inside. Tight jeans, cut off to the knee, stick uncomfortably to his thighs and the humidity has soaked into his threadbare t-shirt. The air feels too wet, but at least he can pretend that’s why his body keeps telling him he’s drowning.
Adrian doesn’t get up when the door opens. He keeps himself tucked away like a ghost in the shadows with only the light of his cigarette to give away his presence.
David had been resistant to this to her t-ball suggestion, mad at her when he found out she’d signed him up. But after the first few practices, he’d taken to it. Miriam loved seeing him getting out and being with other kids his own age. Back in Baton Rouge, they’d both spent too much time under lock and key, never far from the watchful eye of her parents.
The afternoon sun cooked the parents in the stands. Miriam had made the mistake of leaning back against the row behind her, not expecting the scalding metal to stink her bare elbows. She was, decidedly, in the absolute worst position with the bright glare blinding her even through her sunglasses. David was up to bat for the first time and she was going to miss it. She tried her best to shield her eyes as she stood up to cheer him on.
The first hit missed the tee entirely. “You got it, Buddy! Eyes on the ball!” she called through her cupped hands, happily ready to embrace her transformation into Full Sports Mom.
Hit two bumped the ball just off the tee and sent a wave of children running towards it. Miriam cheered as David slid to a halt at first-base. She could see the smile on his face from here as he jumped up and down on the base.
