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A.N.-Another Jaina/Jag fic. Sorry, but they're my "couple of the day". I know that I just posted "Freefall" yesterday, and that I really should get another chapter for that one up, but this one was calling to me. Sorry guys, you'll just have to wait until the weekend for another chapter for "Freefall." Right now, "When Angels Deserve to Die" has been hanging in a disk of mine since late August. I've only got three chapters done, but that's 100% better than having nothing else done! I want to see how much of a response I get for all of my fics. I'd also appreciate it if any NJO fans would visit my website, and perhaps contribute to it. It means a lot to me when people send me fics and such. Thanks! Now, onward to the fic!


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When Angels Deserve to Die

Chapter One

It had been less than twenty standard minutes into the mission, and Jaina Solo was already contemplating killing Kell Tainer. That was not a good sign.


'Do we really need him? I mean, we can always teach Piggy to do explosives, right?' The eldest Solo child thought. 'But then again, I don't think Wedge would exactly appreciate you killing one of his pilots. He does get sort of attached to them, for some unknown reason. And he always gets the insane ones, it'll take a while to replace someone of his insanity caliber.'


Jaina sat in the main room of the Undying Faith, a ship that was borrowed from Booster Terrik, mentally arguing with herself. She suddenly realized Tahiri and Kyp were stifling giggles, and she knew they had heard her thoughts. Perhaps she should stop thinking so loud? No, she should just take the Goddess way out.


"Shut up, Mortals." Jaina told the two, her voice icy. The laughter was evident in her brandy brown eyes. Tahiri decided it would be a good time to stick her tongue out at the Yuuzhan Vong Goddess. Kyp concurred.


"I'm going to go help Colonel Fel in the cockpit, should anyone need me." She announced to no one in particular. As she passed Piggy and Sharr she received the usual "Yes, Oh Greatness." Jaina just rolled her eyes in response. 'Those two'll never let me live this down.'


As she made her way to the cockpit she heard a male voice start to curse a piece of the ship, it's family, and every other part connecting to it. It sounded strangely like Jag as the voice continued to curse the inanimate object to various awful places in the galaxy. She smirked as she walked to the doorway and stood there. The sight was one that she would not be forgetting soon.


The great Colonel Jagged Fel was sitting on the cockpit floor cross-legged, his right hand cradled against him, glaring at an open panel on the other end of the cockpit. For the usually stoic pilot, this wasn't behavior that one expected from him. How she wished she had a holocamera.


"Has the ship offended you, Colonel?" She asked sarcastically. Jag's head shot up towards the source of the voice, his emerald green eyes meeting her brandy brown ones. He obviously didn't realize that she had heard him, never mind known that she was standing in the doorway.


"No…I…," he stammered. Jag took a minute to pause before he began again. "I'm sorry, Goddess. I didn't see you there, and I didn't mean to disturb you from what you were doing." He said, his voice back to its normal monotone state. Even though his face held no emotion, Jaina knew he was embarrassed at being caught behaving like a small child.


"It's nothing to apologize for, Colonel. I have been known to curse out my share of malfunctioning ships." Jaina told him, her gaze never wavering.


"I know, I've been in the hangar when you've been working on your fighter." He replied, smirking. Jaina was known to make even some of the veteran pilots blush with her mouth. She had learned it not only from the Rogues, but from her father and Chewie as well. Those two were sometimes worse than an entire New Republic fighter squadron. She was proud to have them as family.


She threw herself into the pilots chair, her thoughts reverting to her brothers. Both had been captured by the Vong during their first excursion to Myrkyr. Anakin had led it, and ended up being captured because of her. Before Anakin had been taken, he had told Jacen he was to take charge should anything happen to him. Jaina had thought that her youngest brother had had a vision from the Force about his capture, but she wasn't sure. She wasn't positive she'd ever be sure about either her brother's eventual fate. Jaina wasn't sure if Anakin or Jacen were dead, even if her mother insisted they were still alive every other Jedi was positive both were one with the Force. She didn't know who to believe, an entire order of Jedi or her mother.


"What are you thinking about?" Jag asked, having just moved to sit in the co-pilots chair. He looked at her with an innocent yet inquisitive face, at that moment it was hard to believe that he was a hardened military colonel in the middle of a war. He resembled more of a boy rather than a man; Jaina decided she liked him better this way.


"My brothers." She responded softly. The subject of Jacen and Anakin was still hard for her to talk about with family, never mind anyone outside of her family unit. She didn't exactly feel like opening up to someone who usually made Hoth seem like a tropical paradise.


"I…I heard what happened to them. I'm very sorry." Jag said, his voice loosing the monotone norm it had. She gave him a quick look, not expecting that response from him. He was usually so grim, like everything in the galaxy was rotten and horrid. Now, he was giving her sympathy. She was not accustomed to this.


"Who are you, and what have you done with Colonel Fel?" She asked, her tone deadly serious. What the Chiss colonel did next surprised her more than anyone had ever done so before. He smirked.


Jaina audibly gasped, her mouth hanging open in shock. 'Is he smirking? Wow, maybe he's not so cold after all.'


"Surprisingly, I understand. I've lost two siblings as well, and I am very familiar with the pain that accompanies the loss."


"I am sorry as well." She said, almost wishing he'd drop the topic. Mentally, she crossed her fingers, begging the Force for a distraction.


"But Auntie Tahiri, I don't want to visit the Goddess! She'll jettison me out of one of the escape pods without a second thought." The sound of Kell's whiny voice intruded the silence of the cockpit. Silently, Jaina thanked the Force.


"And I won't?" Tahiri's voice answered. Jaina personally wouldn't argue with the young blonde. She was just as bad as Jaina herself was sometimes.


Jaina could almost see Kell contemplating his choices in her mind. All of sudden the sound of boots running towards the cockpit were heard.


"Goddess!"


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A.N.-So what did ya think of it? Please, review. As always, suggestions are always accepted, but flames aren't. Please, if you have the time, feel free to visit my site. I'd really appreciate it, and I'd also appreciate any submissions. Please don't expect this particular fic to be updated too much, maybe once every week or so, because as of right now, there is no direction in plot for it. I'm just winging it.