This chapter is dedicated for all faithful readers, Def the Best for putting me on author alert and favorite author, chemqueen who introduced me to , and especially for Dr.Murderer because it was the first review for this story.
This chapter was slightly inspired by the That 70's Show pilot episode which I watched while typing.
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Jordan casually slipped a datacard from her flightsuit pocket and suppressed a giggle of triumph. This was it. Sure, her dad would kill her when he found out, but it would be worth it.
Covert operations wasn't lost training on her. As Celchu made his way over towards Leslie and Troy(who had successfully lost themselves in the crowd) Jordan casually stepped right in front of Celchu so they bumped. "Sorry," she said, casually turning to face him head on. "
"It's all right," he replied, looking her up and down. "Have I seen you somewhere before?" he asked. Jordan bit her lip to keep from smiling. Of course he would think he recognized her. She looked exactly like her dad, but as she had never been caught out of disguise around Rogue Squadron, it was impossible.
"Nah, don't think so," she said, trying to play it cool.
Now if you asked where I had seen you, then maybe you'd know.She'd almost been caught in the apartment her dad kept with her uncle Hobbie last year when she as overslept her alarm and Celchu had come in unexpectedly while she was making herself a pot of caf in the kitchen. She'd ducked out a window (while he got a none to clear glimpse of her) and climbed down the fire escape but the near miss reminded her dad that he chose not to inform his boss of what had eh, happened, with him and her mother in that bunkroom on Hoth all those years ago.
That and his flying tactics in battle on such occasions the Nikes had been called in to serve as backup for the squadron weren't similar to any others.
"Oh, my boss asked me to give your CO this" she said, holding up the datacard in between two fingers. "But I can't seem to find him and well, I got to report back that it's out of my hands soon otherwise I may be grounded for a while." She said, casually handing the chip over to him.
He nodded, clearly not getting her meaning. "I'll make sure he gets this." He said, putting it in one of his pockets. Who the hell was she? She looked over his shoulder and saw her dad waving.
"Thanks," Jordan replied. "Oh, and if he has any questions, tell him to contact me at Trenton Prep on Coursaunt. If he needs to get into contact in the next forty-eight hours, I'll be at Riverside. Oh, and Winter says 'Hi' " she took off so he could ponder the new information and headed immediately towards her dad and ducked her head, letting loose the laughter that had been building up throughout the exchange.
"So, any reason why you're talking to Tycho?" Wes asked, casually leaning on the doorframe. "Boss wanted me to give her brother some info but I couldn't find him." Jordan replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "That and we couldn't give it to Leslie or anyone in Rogue Squadron-Coach Ryan wants to keep suspicion off all of y'all as long as possible."
"Then why not just send him a com message telling everything that's been going on behind the New Republic's back for the past few thousand years?" Hobbie asked, coming over.
Jordan took a gulp of her drink. She'd have a hell of a hangover in the morning, but right now she didn't care. "Need to know and-" "we don't need to know" the older duo finished for her.
"Where'd Josh go?" Hobbie asked, taking a look around and noticing the sudden lack of Nikes in the room.
"Party at Riverside. We're supposed to make a mandatory appearance here- cause Leslie's birthday's in a week and my boss can't promise anything- then we're holding keg fest out in the courtyard."
Jordan mentally groaned when both men stared at her like she was a salesman.
"Did I mention t we're talking about drunken idiots, loud music and free beer?"
She looked at the spots where her uncle and dad had been about two nanoseconds before.
"Just mention free beer and all of a sudden a party gets even scarier." She muttered under her breath, following the near burn marks made by the mad beer dash.
Two hours and about three glasses of lomin ale later, Jordan joined the cheers as Jackson Rocks, aka Nike Nine who was DJ-ing for the night, announced they were going to play Let's Dance by Stream.
The music reached a loud Boom! Boom! Boom when Jordan felt like she was going to pass out. She and Josh were sitting off to one side drinking a mix of lomin ale and cheap beer-both having gained more blisters than they cared to think about shortly after they arrived-watching Troy and Leslie dance.
"So how's your dad?" Josh shouted in Jordan's ear.
"Pretty good." She responded, wishing she had brought a pair of earplugs. "Uncle Hobbie was looking for you." She said. "I think he thinks it's that time."
"What time?" Josh asked.
Jordan rolled her eyes. "Shot gun" she said happily.
Josh shook his head. "No way. For one thing we don't even know if we made it into Starfighter Academy and we're not even legal yet. Plus there's the fact that your dad may actually pull the trigger even though he's forgiven my parents for 'doing the most insane thing a sapient being is capable of doing to the galaxy' "
Jordan laughed. "Yeah. The only thing that could top that is actually training to be a Jedi."
"Hasn't he forgiven Kyp for that yet?"
Jordan shook her head. "I don't think he ever will. He still bakes all sort of things or takes a very long nap if Kyp decides to make his presence known to us when he's on Coursaunt." She took a sip of her drink.
"But I think he's getting better. He only sat at the holoset growling and punching a fist into the air for about six hours last time."
"We need to find some remotely sane people to make sure he's okay." Josh said, looking around at the dance floor. "Hey, isn't it that chick from Wraith Squadron, you know the one that he was always flirting with? What's her name again?"
"Shalla Nelprin." Jordan replied. "I swear, he's had a better relationship with her than anyone else since Mom died. Hell, she even supported him through getting over flying with the same SOB that killed her. Hey, SHALLA!"
She stood up, waving her arm until Shalla walked over. "Hey, Jordan," she said, taking a seat at their table. "How's your dad?"
Jordan shrugged. "Pretty good. He's here. So what's up?"
She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "Nothing much, it's pretty slow in Intelligence so we've mostly been pulling patrols lately. Hell, even Coach Ryan hasn't anything for us to do for the EDC."
Jordan grinned. "Well that's what we all wish for, ain't it?" she said. "We all got our significant others. Horn got off on account of marrying his dream girl who happened to have his worst nightmare for a father, and my dad's been looking chirpier every time he comes home at three AM from late night 'reports' " she said, making quotation marks with her fingers.
She held up her glass. "To nothing bothering us than our next report and another nag from the boss. Most importantly: t' high treason against telling the New Republic the full truth."
They all clinked glasses and took a long drink. Just as quickly, they looked at each other and coughed it out.
"Not fun," Josh moaned, laying his head on the table.
"I think... I got some… up my nose." Jordan said sounding choked, pinching the object of her discomfort.
"Well, that was fun," Shall said wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"You know what would be fun…" Josh started.
"..would to be to do it again." They all chorused and took another drink.
Miley Cyrus owns "Let's Dance" For one thing, it's been a long day for me and I was too lazy to come up with a title.
My dog hasn't been well. He's got this bald patch on his face, an on and off sore paw, so the next update may take a while.
I'm also going to be away from the internet August 9th through the 17th or 18th. I will try to update before I leave(I'm going out of state and out of range of internet unless I want to pay big bucks that I do not have for access)
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