Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Star Wars characters. But I sure wish I
did. But I do own Nika Sulole, and some others that you'll see.
Rating: PG-13 for later stuff…
Description: Everyone must take a stand against the Yuuzhan Vong to defend Hapes…after Dark Journey…Jaina/Jag. Just R&R please, it's my first fan fic! :D
The Storm Goes On:
Chapter 1: Waiting At Hapes
Jaina Solo sat in her x-wing, waiting. She saw the Yuuzhan Vong frigate out there, and now the question was, when would they see the Squadron? As if in answer to her unasked question, her comm unit crackled to life.
"Rogues, I see a Vong rock deploying skips bearing eight-seven mark three- two-two. S- foils to attack position and even out your deflector shields. Form up on me in formation Delta then break and engage by pairs." Gavin Darklighter commanded.
Toggling her s-foil switch, she checked her sensor relays. Rogue 12
slipped in to formation and her systems were go. The Hapan armada would begin with a run on the Yuuzhan Vong fleet, and the
Rogues, Gavin's squadron, would follow their lead.
" Lead, Seven here," Nika Sulole's Corellian voice filled her x-wing's
speakers. "I have three more capital ships dropping out of hyperspace, give me a moment and I'll have them identified."
" Thanks Seven. Rogues, switch over to your proton torps and on my
mark fire. Three, two, one, MARK!" She saw twenty-four proton torpedoes race towards to dovin basals on the large cruiser. Then the twenty four missiles detonated prematurely, right on target.
"Mark!" called Gavin again, and another set of torpedoes raced on.
" Antilles to Rogue Leader: Break off your assault and get those skips off us. We cannot fail, the Hapes Cluster is counting on us." Wedge announced.
" Copy, General. We're on it!" replied Gavin," Rogues, switch to encoded frequency." After a moment's pause, he called out, "All Rogues, check in."
"Rogue 2, standing by!" came the response over the comm. She smiled to herself. She was glad to be back in her x-wing, after the past few weeks. She shook her head. So much had happened over just a few weeks: first, Anakin's death, and Jacen's capture, maybe death, Jaina wasn't sure, then the fall of Coruscant, her apprenticeship to Kyp, Tenel Ka made Queen Mother… it was almost over whelming, really.
"Rogue 12, you ok? Check in, please!" said Colonel Darklighter, startling her out of her reverie.
"Huh, wha- oh, sorry, Colonel. Rogue 12, ready and waiting! Let's kick some Vong butt!" Jaina exclaimed.
She heard the Colonel's quiet chuckle over the comm, and reddened a few shades.
'Back to the battle, Jaina.' She reminded herself. 'You can't afford to space here.' Tenel, Hapans, everyone was counting on the success of this mission, planned by Colonel Jagged Fel. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes, she was ready for battle.
"Skips in 10!" cried some Rogue.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Wedge watched the Rogues engage the coralskippers. He studies the ensuing battle with unease, knowing his friends and comrades were out there, battling for their galaxy. 'Well, I'll have that chance soon enough too, to fight.' Thought Wedge, 'I just hope Jag planned this right…'
* * * * * * *
Jaina snapped her control stick forward, sending her x into a steep dive. The coralskipper behind her followed her move with ease.
"I need back up, now!" she shouted.
"Hang on, 12, I'm coming!" a voice cried. 'Who was that? I know it's not a Rogue…' she asked herself. The skip behind her spat fiery plasma onto her aft shield, before it exploded into a flaming cloud of debris. The pilot who had gotten him went straight through, and she recognized the voice, and the ship as that of Jag Fel's.
'Just what I need~ another star on his already perfect record!' she thought bitterly.
"Thanks, Colonel, I couldn't shake him." said Jaina.
"I kinda realized that, Sticks." Jaina felt herself stiffen in her seat. No one but her sqaudmates called her Sticks. "You're welcome." Jag finished. "I see you are in need of a wingman. Would you like me to fly on your wing?" he offered.
'And risk me owing you my life a trillion times over? I think not…' she thought, but, it was a tempting offer, so Jaina replied, "Colonel, I'd be honored to have you fly on my wing." She could sense Jag's mild surprise, and thrill.
'Thrill? Surprise, I expected that, but thrilled, Colonel? I didn't expect that…' thought Jaina, a half smile twisting her face. Jaina pulled her snubfighter into a quick turn, and she dove back into the heart of the battle. Jag imitated her move perfectly, and followed her closely.
* * * * * *
Wedge Antilles sat in his chair and smiled. So far, the Hapan General had done her homework. The rest of the Hapan fleet dropped out of hyperspace from the Transitory Mists. She did pretty good homework, he decided. No New Republic capital ship had been lost yet, and the Hapans lost only two. He grinned widely as the sensors officer called out, "Sir, the enemy is recalling fighters!" He observed this out the viewport. 'They must be jumping out of system. Not quite a victory, but it buys Hapes more time.' He thought.
"Sir, enemy fleet has jumped out system!" cried the young officer again. The bridge erupted into whoops. Right now, Hapes was still free, and the Yuuzhan Vong got kicked hard, a cause for great celebration.
"Good work, everyone. Don't get to excited, we can be sure that the Yuuzhan Vong will return with a larger fleet, rest assured." Wedge's voice boomed over the bridge. He hated to ruin their exhilaration. Actually, he was glad to finally see the good guys win. 'It's been too long since our last anything close to victory.' Wedge shook his head sadly.
* * *
"Lead, Nine. Enemy's recalling fighters!"
"Yes!" cried Jaina, leaning back in her seat, relieved.
"Nine, Lead. Watch out, this might be some trick to get our guards down."
"Copy Leader." Came the subdued response. And yet, Gavin was wrong. The Yuuzhan Vong fleet leapt to hyperspace. Whoops and cheers filled her x- wing's speakers, and Jaina had to congratulate Jag Fel. It was his mission planning, after all. She switched her unit over to a private frequency, and told Jag to do the same.
"Well, Colonel, I suppose I should congratulate you. That was some amazing planning there." She said, grinning.
"Thank you, Lieutenant. You did some awesome flying out there." Jag responded.
"You always do awesome flying, so I'm not gonna comment on your flying."
"Thanks, I think." He said.
Jaina laughed.
Jag sat back in his pilot's couch, laughing too. It surprised him that Jaina Solo had asked to talk to him on a private communications channel; and she had continued to surprise him by congratulating him and complimenting him. And here she was, laughing and chatting with him. Usually all their conversations weren't nearly as pleasant. Jag shrugged. 'I don't want to ruin this conversation.' He thought.
"Well, Colonel, I guess we'd better head in.' the voice of Jaina Solo crackled in his ear.
"I guess so. You lead, I follow." He replied.
The two of them headed towards Hapes, and landed at the militia's docking bay there. Jag leapt out of his clawcraft as soon as he shut off his ship, and was swarmed with screaming, excited Hapans, mechanics, pilots, and tons of people. A pilot in Spike Squadron approached him, and Jag exchanged a back-slapping hug with the blue-skinned Chiss, before darting over to Jaina's x-wing and scooping Jaina into his arms, grinning, and twirling her around, before setting her down. They laughed, and shouting, cheering, and went to find their squadrons.
* * *
Jaina set her x-wing down, and popped the canopy on her fighter. Her droid, Sparky, tweetled a question.
"No, Colonel Darklighter doesn't expect them to be back for another week, at least, so you don't need to have it in alert status. Want em to wave a mechanic over to get you out?" she asked. Then she looked around. She and Jag were among the last few pilots to return, and the hangar bay was swarming with all sorts of celebrating people. "On second thought, maybe you should wait here till after the celebration."
Her droid beeped in agreement. Jaina tugged off her flight gloves, and tossed her helmet onto her seat, before hopping out of the cockpit. She perched on the edge of her x for a moment, taking in her surroundings, before sliding down on to the decking. Immediately Jag was there, and picked her up and twirled her around laughing at her surprised face, and Jaina grinned.
'This is gonna be one heck of a celebration!' she thought, hearing the loud, fast music that was pulsing out of the speakers. Pilots and refugees and mechanics of all species had started a dance area off to one side of the bay, a spot relatively clear of ships. Jaina, grinned, and hugged some more companions, before tugging Jag in the direction of the dance floor.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Wedge couldn't help but feel left out when he heard that there was a huge party going on planet side. 'I mean, sure there's a party up here, but most of us are still on active duty! And I bet it's a celebration like when we destroyed the first and second Death Stars!' he sighed, remembering the days, way back when, 'Hang on! I'm not that old!' he shook his head ruefully and laughed. 'That's it, I'm going planet side!' and he took off to find a shuttle or something to commander down to Hapes. He wanted to find Jag, and talk to him, assuming he made it safe and sound.
* * *
Well? How is it? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Please, let me know what you think! The next chapter will be up soon! Hope you like it!
Rating: PG-13 for later stuff…
Description: Everyone must take a stand against the Yuuzhan Vong to defend Hapes…after Dark Journey…Jaina/Jag. Just R&R please, it's my first fan fic! :D
The Storm Goes On:
Chapter 1: Waiting At Hapes
Jaina Solo sat in her x-wing, waiting. She saw the Yuuzhan Vong frigate out there, and now the question was, when would they see the Squadron? As if in answer to her unasked question, her comm unit crackled to life.
"Rogues, I see a Vong rock deploying skips bearing eight-seven mark three- two-two. S- foils to attack position and even out your deflector shields. Form up on me in formation Delta then break and engage by pairs." Gavin Darklighter commanded.
Toggling her s-foil switch, she checked her sensor relays. Rogue 12
slipped in to formation and her systems were go. The Hapan armada would begin with a run on the Yuuzhan Vong fleet, and the
Rogues, Gavin's squadron, would follow their lead.
" Lead, Seven here," Nika Sulole's Corellian voice filled her x-wing's
speakers. "I have three more capital ships dropping out of hyperspace, give me a moment and I'll have them identified."
" Thanks Seven. Rogues, switch over to your proton torps and on my
mark fire. Three, two, one, MARK!" She saw twenty-four proton torpedoes race towards to dovin basals on the large cruiser. Then the twenty four missiles detonated prematurely, right on target.
"Mark!" called Gavin again, and another set of torpedoes raced on.
" Antilles to Rogue Leader: Break off your assault and get those skips off us. We cannot fail, the Hapes Cluster is counting on us." Wedge announced.
" Copy, General. We're on it!" replied Gavin," Rogues, switch to encoded frequency." After a moment's pause, he called out, "All Rogues, check in."
"Rogue 2, standing by!" came the response over the comm. She smiled to herself. She was glad to be back in her x-wing, after the past few weeks. She shook her head. So much had happened over just a few weeks: first, Anakin's death, and Jacen's capture, maybe death, Jaina wasn't sure, then the fall of Coruscant, her apprenticeship to Kyp, Tenel Ka made Queen Mother… it was almost over whelming, really.
"Rogue 12, you ok? Check in, please!" said Colonel Darklighter, startling her out of her reverie.
"Huh, wha- oh, sorry, Colonel. Rogue 12, ready and waiting! Let's kick some Vong butt!" Jaina exclaimed.
She heard the Colonel's quiet chuckle over the comm, and reddened a few shades.
'Back to the battle, Jaina.' She reminded herself. 'You can't afford to space here.' Tenel, Hapans, everyone was counting on the success of this mission, planned by Colonel Jagged Fel. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes, she was ready for battle.
"Skips in 10!" cried some Rogue.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Wedge watched the Rogues engage the coralskippers. He studies the ensuing battle with unease, knowing his friends and comrades were out there, battling for their galaxy. 'Well, I'll have that chance soon enough too, to fight.' Thought Wedge, 'I just hope Jag planned this right…'
* * * * * * *
Jaina snapped her control stick forward, sending her x into a steep dive. The coralskipper behind her followed her move with ease.
"I need back up, now!" she shouted.
"Hang on, 12, I'm coming!" a voice cried. 'Who was that? I know it's not a Rogue…' she asked herself. The skip behind her spat fiery plasma onto her aft shield, before it exploded into a flaming cloud of debris. The pilot who had gotten him went straight through, and she recognized the voice, and the ship as that of Jag Fel's.
'Just what I need~ another star on his already perfect record!' she thought bitterly.
"Thanks, Colonel, I couldn't shake him." said Jaina.
"I kinda realized that, Sticks." Jaina felt herself stiffen in her seat. No one but her sqaudmates called her Sticks. "You're welcome." Jag finished. "I see you are in need of a wingman. Would you like me to fly on your wing?" he offered.
'And risk me owing you my life a trillion times over? I think not…' she thought, but, it was a tempting offer, so Jaina replied, "Colonel, I'd be honored to have you fly on my wing." She could sense Jag's mild surprise, and thrill.
'Thrill? Surprise, I expected that, but thrilled, Colonel? I didn't expect that…' thought Jaina, a half smile twisting her face. Jaina pulled her snubfighter into a quick turn, and she dove back into the heart of the battle. Jag imitated her move perfectly, and followed her closely.
* * * * * *
Wedge Antilles sat in his chair and smiled. So far, the Hapan General had done her homework. The rest of the Hapan fleet dropped out of hyperspace from the Transitory Mists. She did pretty good homework, he decided. No New Republic capital ship had been lost yet, and the Hapans lost only two. He grinned widely as the sensors officer called out, "Sir, the enemy is recalling fighters!" He observed this out the viewport. 'They must be jumping out of system. Not quite a victory, but it buys Hapes more time.' He thought.
"Sir, enemy fleet has jumped out system!" cried the young officer again. The bridge erupted into whoops. Right now, Hapes was still free, and the Yuuzhan Vong got kicked hard, a cause for great celebration.
"Good work, everyone. Don't get to excited, we can be sure that the Yuuzhan Vong will return with a larger fleet, rest assured." Wedge's voice boomed over the bridge. He hated to ruin their exhilaration. Actually, he was glad to finally see the good guys win. 'It's been too long since our last anything close to victory.' Wedge shook his head sadly.
* * *
"Lead, Nine. Enemy's recalling fighters!"
"Yes!" cried Jaina, leaning back in her seat, relieved.
"Nine, Lead. Watch out, this might be some trick to get our guards down."
"Copy Leader." Came the subdued response. And yet, Gavin was wrong. The Yuuzhan Vong fleet leapt to hyperspace. Whoops and cheers filled her x- wing's speakers, and Jaina had to congratulate Jag Fel. It was his mission planning, after all. She switched her unit over to a private frequency, and told Jag to do the same.
"Well, Colonel, I suppose I should congratulate you. That was some amazing planning there." She said, grinning.
"Thank you, Lieutenant. You did some awesome flying out there." Jag responded.
"You always do awesome flying, so I'm not gonna comment on your flying."
"Thanks, I think." He said.
Jaina laughed.
Jag sat back in his pilot's couch, laughing too. It surprised him that Jaina Solo had asked to talk to him on a private communications channel; and she had continued to surprise him by congratulating him and complimenting him. And here she was, laughing and chatting with him. Usually all their conversations weren't nearly as pleasant. Jag shrugged. 'I don't want to ruin this conversation.' He thought.
"Well, Colonel, I guess we'd better head in.' the voice of Jaina Solo crackled in his ear.
"I guess so. You lead, I follow." He replied.
The two of them headed towards Hapes, and landed at the militia's docking bay there. Jag leapt out of his clawcraft as soon as he shut off his ship, and was swarmed with screaming, excited Hapans, mechanics, pilots, and tons of people. A pilot in Spike Squadron approached him, and Jag exchanged a back-slapping hug with the blue-skinned Chiss, before darting over to Jaina's x-wing and scooping Jaina into his arms, grinning, and twirling her around, before setting her down. They laughed, and shouting, cheering, and went to find their squadrons.
* * *
Jaina set her x-wing down, and popped the canopy on her fighter. Her droid, Sparky, tweetled a question.
"No, Colonel Darklighter doesn't expect them to be back for another week, at least, so you don't need to have it in alert status. Want em to wave a mechanic over to get you out?" she asked. Then she looked around. She and Jag were among the last few pilots to return, and the hangar bay was swarming with all sorts of celebrating people. "On second thought, maybe you should wait here till after the celebration."
Her droid beeped in agreement. Jaina tugged off her flight gloves, and tossed her helmet onto her seat, before hopping out of the cockpit. She perched on the edge of her x for a moment, taking in her surroundings, before sliding down on to the decking. Immediately Jag was there, and picked her up and twirled her around laughing at her surprised face, and Jaina grinned.
'This is gonna be one heck of a celebration!' she thought, hearing the loud, fast music that was pulsing out of the speakers. Pilots and refugees and mechanics of all species had started a dance area off to one side of the bay, a spot relatively clear of ships. Jaina, grinned, and hugged some more companions, before tugging Jag in the direction of the dance floor.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Wedge couldn't help but feel left out when he heard that there was a huge party going on planet side. 'I mean, sure there's a party up here, but most of us are still on active duty! And I bet it's a celebration like when we destroyed the first and second Death Stars!' he sighed, remembering the days, way back when, 'Hang on! I'm not that old!' he shook his head ruefully and laughed. 'That's it, I'm going planet side!' and he took off to find a shuttle or something to commander down to Hapes. He wanted to find Jag, and talk to him, assuming he made it safe and sound.
* * *
Well? How is it? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Please, let me know what you think! The next chapter will be up soon! Hope you like it!