When Mirta Gev's Bes'uliik fighters and the Firesprays that were piloted by Jaina and Partner dropped out of hyperspace, they saw three Imperial Star Destroyers blocking the path of their quarry, Belok Rhal and his fighters.
Jaina smirked. While she didn't send any messages to Jag or any of the top-ranking officers who were under his command about the changed circumstances about Rhal's standing with Mirta, she was still glad that the Destroyers were here to finally put an end to this pointless war.
However, before Jaina could send a message to any of the Imperial capital ships, all three of them opened fire on her, Partner's Firespray, and Mirta and her fleet.
In spite of the resultant confusion, Jaina veered the Slave I off to port to avoid one of the giant lasers before taking the Firespray in for a dive beneath the rest of the incoming fire.
As she continued to dodge the turbolaser fire from the Destroyers, it occurred to Jaina that the capital ships must have thought that the Mando ships were all still together instead of now being at odds. Immediately, she managed to open up a channel on an Imperial frequency while still dodging the Destroyers' lasers.
"Imperial Star Destroyers, this is Jaina Solo! Ceasefire on the Mandalorian ships! There's been a change of circumstances with the Mandalorian situation!"
"Jedi Fel?" the voice of Admiral Vitor Reige chimed in. "What are you doing with the Mandos?"
"Like I said, there's been a change in the-" The Slave I took a nasty hit to her stern that bucked Jaina in her seat, prompting her to swing to starboard and begin peppering laserfire on the Rhal-aligned ship that fired on her. "There's been a change with the Mandos! Mirta Gev and Belok Rhal are no longer aligned!"
"We know that, but why are you..." Reige's voice trailed off in confusion before he asked with more clarity, "Wait, are you fighting with Gev or Rhal?"
"Gev, obviously!" Jaina exclaimed as she blew away the Bes'uliik that she had been tracking. "Rhal's been the instigator of this whole war!"
"Not according to your husband," Reige replied. "He made a deal with Rhal yesterday; his forces are now aligned with the Imperial Remnant."
"What?!" Jaina shouted in shock. The Slave I then took a hit to port, knocking her off to starboard and colliding against a dead Bes'uliik hulk. "Why would he do that?! He's suspected that Rhal's been behind this just like I did and-"
"If you'll excuse me, Jedi Fel, I have an incoming message from your husband," Reige interrupted.
"Well, put him through!" Jaina said as she pulled the Slave I into a rapid ascent from a Bes'uliik that had been peppering her rear with laserfire.
"Jaina, what are you doing?" Jag's voice asked. "Why are you fighting with Gev instead of Rhal?"
"You know why!" Jaina replied as she made a tight turn to blow away the next Bes'uliik. "He's the bad guy here! What's this I hear Reige say that you and he are allies now?"
"You betrayed me, Jaina," Jag said. "You're an enemy to the Imperial Remnant just like Gev."
"What the hell are you talking about?!" Jaina exclaimed; right now, she was too busy fighting for her life to be that shocked by what her husband was saying... or by the robotic tone in which he was speaking.
"Consider this a divorce," Jag said. "Admiral Reige, you have permission to destroy my ex-wife."
The intensity of the turbolaser fire from the Destroyers was renewed upon the Slave I, making it more difficult for Jaina to duck and weave the Firespray even if she stopped having to contend with Rhal-aligned Bes'uliiks.
"All remaining Mandalorian fighters!" Mirta's voice called over the Mando frequency. "Retreat! Retreat!"
Jaina managed to escape with the rest of Mirta's fleet as they turned tail and jumped into hyperspace.
It was only then did the shock and gravity of the situation with Jag, sudden as it was, fell in on Jaina's mind; she couldn't even find it within herself to cry as she tried to process just what the hell happened.
. . .
In his quarters aboard the Jade Shadow, Ben was just finishing up his relay of the names of the Lost Tribe of the Sith's High Lords to Jacen, Corran, and Octa.
"...and Ivaar Workan," he concluded. "Unfortunately, I don't have any holographs of them to show you what they look like, but I can describe them for you."
"That won't be necessary, Ben," Jacen said. "Just tell us this; since your time off Kesh, you know, before we rescued you, you were aboard one of the ChaseMasters, as you told us?"
Ben nodded. "Yeah, that's right."
"Do you know if they, or at least the one you were aboard, have a database on Kesh and the Lost Tribe?" Jacen asked.
Ben looked away as he tried to remember; Jacen, Corran, and Octa gave him some time, given the fact that Ben wasn't exactly in a sober state of mind during his time with the Tribe.
The teenager looked back at the Masters and Jacen. "Yes, they do. During the trip from Kesh to Kavan, Vestara showed me that in case any of the ChaseMasters were to suffer a similar fate as that of the Omen, the ship that had brought the Tribe's ancestors to Kesh in the first place, then the stranded Sith can have something to look back on; they could know what their birthright was. So, yes, any one of the ChaseMasters should be equipped with a database on Kesh and the Tribe."
"Thank you, Ben," Jacen said. "We'll leave you alone for now. You should get some rest; we don't know how far behind the Lost Tribe's ChaseMasters are from us. But we do know that we'll be making it to Zonama Sekot very soon."
Ben looked at Jacen in askance. "I thought it would have taken us all a long time to get there even knowing where it was."
"Well, that's kinda the thing about the Unknown Regions," Jacen replied. "There are some hyperlane corridors that can make the trip a little bit quicker than usual. See ya, Ben."
"Wait," the teenager said, stopping the three Jedi from leaving. "You only really needed me to know if any of the ChaseMasters had a database that you could use. At that point, you didn't really need me to tell you the names of the High Lords."
"Maybe not," Corran was the one to say. "But it's good to get information corroborated."
Ben looked concerned. "You don't trust me?" he asked.
"I trust you, Ben," Jacen said. "However, Masters Horn and Ramis are a little bit more skeptical."
"Because of what the Sith did to me," he said, looking down to his feet. "Because of what Vestara did to me."
Jacen placed a comforting hand on his cousin's shoulder, prompting him to look back up at him.
"When this is over, I'll help you through this, Ben," Jacen said. "Don't you forget that."
The teenager smiled; whatever hostility that he had for his cousin was essentially gone at this point. And if there was any lingering animosity in Ben's soul, Jacen couldn't detect it; but if it ever came up, he knew that he would, indeed, help Ben through it.
"But like I said, get some rest," Jacen said. He, Corran, and Octa then left the room.