God help me - I've resurrected the "Jag is an Imperial spy!" meme. Originally posted on TF.N on 1 March 05.
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She adores her son.
Her husband laughs, and sometimes tells her that she is narcissistic, but she knows there is nothing narcissistic about her love for her son. It's pride, pure and simple. Out of all of her children, he is the only one who chose to follow her path. Force knows that he has the talent to become a pilot or soldier like his brothers and sisters, but he didn't. He chose to become a spy, chose to live in the shadows and cast identities on and off at will.
And he's good. At eighteen, he's already better than she was at that age. On the other hand, she was an amateur actress looking for one big break, and he had been trained since he was twelve, so perhaps it was weighted in his favor. It didn't matter though. He was her son, her flesh and blood. Looking at his inherent beauty, she feels only a sense of pride that she has had a hand in the making of the man he is today.
"You asked to see me, Madame Director?"
She smiles at him, and waves toward a seat.
"I have a new assignment for you. These…Vong… are becoming more of a problem than we thought. We're sending you as a military attaché to the New Republic to find out all you can about the invaders."
She hand a datapad to him.
"All the relevant information should be in here."
He reads the datacard quickly, skimming over all the immediately relevant information.
"I'm going as myself?"
"Well, yes. The best lie is one that uses the truth, after all. You're being partnered up with Spike Squadron, commanded by that girl – Kyrn? Kiln's daughter…"
"I know who she is, mother", and he kisses her on the cheek before he walks to the door.
"Oh, and Jag?"
He turns and looks at her.
"Say hello to your uncle Wedge for me."
He smiles and says he will, and walks to the hangars.
And the Chiss Director of Intelligence goes back to her paperwork. She knows he'll be fine, because he's her son, and if anyone could do it, it would be him.