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event in RS, so, add one day and here we begin.enjoy! And, I love reviews,
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The Battle At Hand:
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Jaina Solo sat in the small quarters assigned to her. She studied the terminal console in front of her, before she rested her head on her desk, sighing wearily.
"Something wrong, O Great One?" a voice from behind her said.
Jaina jumped, and twisted around in her repulsor chair to glare at the speaker. Jag Fel gave her a small smirk, green eyes sparkling. The black clad pilot leaned heavily onto the doorframe, a hand resting on a hip.
"No, not at all, Colonel. Just fine." She replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, before turning back to face the console. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to sneak up on individuals trying to accomplish work?"
Jag blinked his pale green eyes, arching a black eyebrow."I was under the assumption that you couldn't sneak up on Jedi, and, also, it doesn't look like you're accomplishing anything more than beauty rest."
Jaina snorted, and tried to control her irritation. "You caught me at a bad time."
"Maybe I should come back then, Goddess?" Jag asked, slipping back into the required formalities when addressing Jaina.
"Maybe you should." She shot back, temper flaring.I am not in the mood for this.
"Then I will." Jag turned around, and Jaina sighed again, rubbing a hand across her eyes.
"Jag, wait." She turned around to face him again, and he'd paused in the doorway. She smiled slightly, and waved him in."Sorry, all this war and politics and psychological warfare and commanding a unit is getting to me."
Much to Jaina's relief, the annoyed expression left Jag's face, and the corners of his mouth twisted up ever so slightly."I know the feeling. When I first received command of my squadron, I thought I would go crazy. It's not as easy as it seems."
Jaina nodded as the door slid shut behind him. "And keeping up this charade of 'I'm a goddess, I'm better than you, polish my boots; mortal scum' is really getting old."
She paused. "I probably shouldn't have said that. General Antilles will probably lecture me on compromising security."
Jag smiled easily, dropping into a chair. "Probably not. You are, in fact, receiving special treatment, and if you were to get a lecture, that would be perceived as you taking orders form someone else. If anything, you should be giving the General a lecture instead."
"Now, there's an idea. I'm sure he'd love that. So, what brings you to my quarters? Did Wedge send you?"
Jag shook his head. "Actually, I came down because Kyp and a few other Twins wanted to know if you'd like to sim with us."
Jaina's shoulders slumped. "That would be great, but I'm reviewing some material Piggy and Sharr've compiled on psycho warfare. I mean, psychological warfare." She grinned at the Imperial lopsidedly.
Jag shrugged, rising. "All right. You know where to find us if you need us." He stepped towards the door, hand hovering above the lock mechanism. "You sure you don't want a break? You sound like you could use one."
Jaina smiled at him.Then again. "Maybe you are right, Colonel. Her Exaulted One demands a distraction to alleviate her stresses from mortal dealings."
Jag pressed a button on the lock mechanism anyway, smiling the smile she knew was only for her, one that would be missed by a normal, casual observance, but she could see it. Instead of the door sliding open, as Jaina expected it to, the door locked, and Jag came over, and enfolded her in a tight embrace, rubbing her back. His warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered. "You probably should get more sleep, Goddess. You haven't gotten much recently. And it would help clear your mind, as well."
Jaina sighed, burying her face in his chest. "I know, I know. I'm just too busy to sleep."
"Do you want me to leave then, and let you get some rest?" he asked quietly.
"No," she murmured, "I don't want you to go. I want you to stay."
Jag took that moment to kiss her warmly. Breaking the kiss, his mouth was just a whisper away, so when he spoke, his lips brushed across hers. "Then I will. Your wish is my command, Great One."
Jaina just smiled, and kissed him again.
***
Wedge Antilles approached the small conference room Colonel Gavin Darklighter had been using as an office. He rapped on the door, and he heard a weary, "Come in," from the interior.
The door slid open, and Wedge stepped inside. He was barely able to keep from smiling, and he focused on a spot above Gavin's head on the wall.
Gavin glanced up at him curiously, and his face broke into a smile. "Wedge- "
"Blackmoon Eleven, reporting for duty, sir." Wedge cut him off, saluting him.
Gavin stared at him in surprise for a moment, and Wedge was unable to keep his laughter in check any longer, and he burst out laughing.
Gavin looked astonished, embarrassed and humiliated all at once, but he to burst into laughter. No wonder that laughter was so familiar! Darklighter, you're an idiot! Gavin hissed to himself. Open mouth, insert boot.
Once the two of them had recovered from laughing, Wedge sobered up, and took a seat in front of Gavin's desk. "We lost a huge amount of pilots yesterday." He commented.
Gavin sighed. "I know. The Rogues weren't full to begin with, and now we're back down to two flights and a third of a flight."
Wedge nodded. "Your squadron wasn't hit the hardest, though. The Vanguards under Jag's second, Shawnkyr Nuruodo, got the most casualties."
"How much? Do I even want to know?" asked Gavin.
"Probably not. They lost two full flights."
Gavin hissed out a sigh of frustration. "Wedge, we can't just keep losing pilots like this!"
"I know, which is why I am here. I was hoping you would take the survivors of Vanguard and put them in Rogue. You already admitted you were down to seven pilots."
Gavin considered, and he nodded. "I'm sure Nuruodo and her pilots will make great Rogues. Does Shawnkyr know she's gonna be a Rogue?" he asked on second thought.
Wedge winced. "Shawnkyr won't be in Rogue Squadron, I'm afraid." At seeing Gavin's surprised expression, Wedge quickly explained. "She's not dead, Gavin, not yet. She's returning back to the Unknown Regions to give a report she claims is well over due. I've granted her clearance for departure when ever she's ready."
Gavin relaxed. "You had me going there, Wedge, that we'd lost a scout for a Chiss phalanx. Not a good way to convince them to assist us."
Wedge nodded. "Another squad that sustained serious damage was the Taanab Aces. You know, Wes' group."
"Go on."
"I was wondering, since you still have a few spots open on the roster, if you'd mind having Wes in the squadron."
"No. Not in my squadron."
Wedge laughed. "C'mon, he's not that bad, anymore. Believe it or not, I think Wes' maturity level has surpassed a 7 year old!"
Gavin feigned shock. "Are we talking about Wes Janson?!"
"Yes, the Wes Janson."
"I don't believe this."
Wedge laughed again. "I didn't think you would."
"Why don't you create a squadron, and put him under your command again? A refresher course as to why we don't want Wes in our squadron is due, hmm?" suggested Gavin.
"I may be old, but I am not stupid."
"I guess I'll put up with him, but if he pulls any stunts with Ewoks."
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Jaina Solo sat in the small quarters assigned to her. She studied the terminal console in front of her, before she rested her head on her desk, sighing wearily.
"Something wrong, O Great One?" a voice from behind her said.
Jaina jumped, and twisted around in her repulsor chair to glare at the speaker. Jag Fel gave her a small smirk, green eyes sparkling. The black clad pilot leaned heavily onto the doorframe, a hand resting on a hip.
"No, not at all, Colonel. Just fine." She replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, before turning back to face the console. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to sneak up on individuals trying to accomplish work?"
Jag blinked his pale green eyes, arching a black eyebrow."I was under the assumption that you couldn't sneak up on Jedi, and, also, it doesn't look like you're accomplishing anything more than beauty rest."
Jaina snorted, and tried to control her irritation. "You caught me at a bad time."
"Maybe I should come back then, Goddess?" Jag asked, slipping back into the required formalities when addressing Jaina.
"Maybe you should." She shot back, temper flaring.I am not in the mood for this.
"Then I will." Jag turned around, and Jaina sighed again, rubbing a hand across her eyes.
"Jag, wait." She turned around to face him again, and he'd paused in the doorway. She smiled slightly, and waved him in."Sorry, all this war and politics and psychological warfare and commanding a unit is getting to me."
Much to Jaina's relief, the annoyed expression left Jag's face, and the corners of his mouth twisted up ever so slightly."I know the feeling. When I first received command of my squadron, I thought I would go crazy. It's not as easy as it seems."
Jaina nodded as the door slid shut behind him. "And keeping up this charade of 'I'm a goddess, I'm better than you, polish my boots; mortal scum' is really getting old."
She paused. "I probably shouldn't have said that. General Antilles will probably lecture me on compromising security."
Jag smiled easily, dropping into a chair. "Probably not. You are, in fact, receiving special treatment, and if you were to get a lecture, that would be perceived as you taking orders form someone else. If anything, you should be giving the General a lecture instead."
"Now, there's an idea. I'm sure he'd love that. So, what brings you to my quarters? Did Wedge send you?"
Jag shook his head. "Actually, I came down because Kyp and a few other Twins wanted to know if you'd like to sim with us."
Jaina's shoulders slumped. "That would be great, but I'm reviewing some material Piggy and Sharr've compiled on psycho warfare. I mean, psychological warfare." She grinned at the Imperial lopsidedly.
Jag shrugged, rising. "All right. You know where to find us if you need us." He stepped towards the door, hand hovering above the lock mechanism. "You sure you don't want a break? You sound like you could use one."
Jaina smiled at him.Then again. "Maybe you are right, Colonel. Her Exaulted One demands a distraction to alleviate her stresses from mortal dealings."
Jag pressed a button on the lock mechanism anyway, smiling the smile she knew was only for her, one that would be missed by a normal, casual observance, but she could see it. Instead of the door sliding open, as Jaina expected it to, the door locked, and Jag came over, and enfolded her in a tight embrace, rubbing her back. His warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered. "You probably should get more sleep, Goddess. You haven't gotten much recently. And it would help clear your mind, as well."
Jaina sighed, burying her face in his chest. "I know, I know. I'm just too busy to sleep."
"Do you want me to leave then, and let you get some rest?" he asked quietly.
"No," she murmured, "I don't want you to go. I want you to stay."
Jag took that moment to kiss her warmly. Breaking the kiss, his mouth was just a whisper away, so when he spoke, his lips brushed across hers. "Then I will. Your wish is my command, Great One."
Jaina just smiled, and kissed him again.
***
Wedge Antilles approached the small conference room Colonel Gavin Darklighter had been using as an office. He rapped on the door, and he heard a weary, "Come in," from the interior.
The door slid open, and Wedge stepped inside. He was barely able to keep from smiling, and he focused on a spot above Gavin's head on the wall.
Gavin glanced up at him curiously, and his face broke into a smile. "Wedge- "
"Blackmoon Eleven, reporting for duty, sir." Wedge cut him off, saluting him.
Gavin stared at him in surprise for a moment, and Wedge was unable to keep his laughter in check any longer, and he burst out laughing.
Gavin looked astonished, embarrassed and humiliated all at once, but he to burst into laughter. No wonder that laughter was so familiar! Darklighter, you're an idiot! Gavin hissed to himself. Open mouth, insert boot.
Once the two of them had recovered from laughing, Wedge sobered up, and took a seat in front of Gavin's desk. "We lost a huge amount of pilots yesterday." He commented.
Gavin sighed. "I know. The Rogues weren't full to begin with, and now we're back down to two flights and a third of a flight."
Wedge nodded. "Your squadron wasn't hit the hardest, though. The Vanguards under Jag's second, Shawnkyr Nuruodo, got the most casualties."
"How much? Do I even want to know?" asked Gavin.
"Probably not. They lost two full flights."
Gavin hissed out a sigh of frustration. "Wedge, we can't just keep losing pilots like this!"
"I know, which is why I am here. I was hoping you would take the survivors of Vanguard and put them in Rogue. You already admitted you were down to seven pilots."
Gavin considered, and he nodded. "I'm sure Nuruodo and her pilots will make great Rogues. Does Shawnkyr know she's gonna be a Rogue?" he asked on second thought.
Wedge winced. "Shawnkyr won't be in Rogue Squadron, I'm afraid." At seeing Gavin's surprised expression, Wedge quickly explained. "She's not dead, Gavin, not yet. She's returning back to the Unknown Regions to give a report she claims is well over due. I've granted her clearance for departure when ever she's ready."
Gavin relaxed. "You had me going there, Wedge, that we'd lost a scout for a Chiss phalanx. Not a good way to convince them to assist us."
Wedge nodded. "Another squad that sustained serious damage was the Taanab Aces. You know, Wes' group."
"Go on."
"I was wondering, since you still have a few spots open on the roster, if you'd mind having Wes in the squadron."
"No. Not in my squadron."
Wedge laughed. "C'mon, he's not that bad, anymore. Believe it or not, I think Wes' maturity level has surpassed a 7 year old!"
Gavin feigned shock. "Are we talking about Wes Janson?!"
"Yes, the Wes Janson."
"I don't believe this."
Wedge laughed again. "I didn't think you would."
"Why don't you create a squadron, and put him under your command again? A refresher course as to why we don't want Wes in our squadron is due, hmm?" suggested Gavin.
"I may be old, but I am not stupid."
"I guess I'll put up with him, but if he pulls any stunts with Ewoks."