Jaina Solo strode the corridors with a sense of haughtiness, and pride,
trying to act as godly as possible.
Voort saBinring, also known as Piggy, trailed her at a respective distance. "Great One, General Antilles requests your presence in his office, if you would be so kind," his mechanical voice said.
Jaina turned around, and considered. "Very well. Dismissed."
She continued her path, walking on down the hall.
"Uh, Your Excellency?" Piggy said.
Jaina turned around, faking her irritation. "What?"
"His office is the other way…"
"I know that, mortal, but my presence is required elsewhere."
"Sorry, Goddess. I didn't know. May I inquire as to where exactly you are going?"
"Colonel Darklighter requested that I bring him a fully charged blaster."
Piggy burst out laughing, but covered it immediately.
Now Jaina was curious. "Where is the humor in that?"
Piggy managed to gasp out, in between fits of squealing laughter, "Wes Janson, he's returning…to the Rogues today…I wonder if Colonel Darklighter means to put himself out of …his misery or shoot Janson…"
Even Jaina had to laugh at that. She remembered her first encounter with the infamous Major. 'Arrogant little monkey-lizard' she'd called him, unknowing who the cocky egomaniac was. "I guess I'll report to General Antilles, instead then."
"That would probably be...best, Goddess…" Piggy managed, leaning against the wall.
Jaina just shook her head, and headed back in the direction that she'd just come from. As she turned a corner, still smiling merrily, she ran right into a person.
"Oh, I, uh, sorry," the guy mumbled, brushing past her.
Jaina glanced up, surprised but broke into a grin. "Colonel Fel! Watch where you are going!"
He looked surprised. "Jaina-er, O Great One, I beg your forgiveness, please, I didn't see you there…"
Jaina arched an eyebrow at him. "You didn't see me? Come in here, Colonel, we need to talk, you and I."
She waved him into the nearest door she could open with her clearance card. She stepped into darkened room of some sort, and not finding any lights, she reached out and snatched his hand, tugging him inside.
"A janitor droid's closet, Goddess?" Jag asked, the corners of his lips twisted up.
"Hey, mortal, it's a safe place for discussions. Don't doubt me." She winked at him, though she doubted he could see it in the darkness surrounding them.
"So, you wanted to discuss something, Jaina?"
She nodded, remembering a little late that he probably couldn't see the gesture. "Jag, you seem so…distant…all of a sudden. Care to explain?"
She heard him sigh. "Not really."
"Ok, then." She sat down on something -a droid maybe?-and slipped her hand into his. "I'll wait."
After a few long moments of silence, Jaina continued. "Well, actually, I have a meeting with General Antilles in a few minutes, so either I'll wait until I'm fashionably late, or, we can continue this…conversation…later. Up to you."
"Later," he said softly. "I just want sometime to think. Alone."
Jaina arched an eyebrow. "All right, then. I'll find you after I talk to Wedge." She gave his hand a squeeze, and stood up. She stretched up towards him for a kiss, letting her arms slide around his neck as his strong arms wrapped around her waist.
***
Jaina found Jag several hours later, working on his Clawcraft "Hey," she said softly.
Jag half turned to face her, a small smile playing across his lips. "Good evening, Exaulted One."
Jaina fought the urge to roll her eyes. She leaned against the frame of the ship, observing Jag as turned back and continuing making his adjustments.
"What can I do for you, Great One?" he asked, not looking up from his work.
"More like what can I do for you, Colonel Fel." She corrected. He looked up from his work, confused.
"Jag, you're acting strange. Is it because Shawnkyr left?": she continued quietly.
He nodded sharply. "Before she left, we had an exchange of opinions."
Jaina waited, and he hesitated before plowing on, "She seems to think I'm breaking my promises to the Chiss, and that I've let my emotions interfere with fulfilling my duties." He set his hydrospanner down, and glanced up at her, matching her gaze with his troubled one. "I was raised by the Chiss. I accepted and believed in their values and what they stood for, and I swore my allegiance to them. But, when I saw people willing to risk their lives for me, for anyone, who were willing to give it all, to die trying to save others, I wondered…. if maybe my place was not out in the Unknown Regions, but here…"
Silence fell between the two as Jaina considered what he'd just told her. She sensed he wasn't telling her everything, amongst the myriad of emotions coming off of him. "And?" she prompted softly.
"And…" he took a deep breath, nervous, "I, well, usually, I don't pay much attention to my feelings, but when she was getting ready to go, I had…well, I had one of those 'bad feelings'…I mean, I'm sure it was nothing, but…it was unsettling…like I'd never see her again…" He shifted his shoulders uncomfortably.
Jaina gave him a wry smile. "She'll be fine, Jag. I'm sure of it."
He seemed to relax, if only a little bit, and gave her a small half-smile, before turning back to his work.
Jaina straightened up from where she'd been leaning, and stepped over to him. She rested a hand on his right forearm. "Everything will turn out fine. You'll see."
She reached over and placed a hand on his cheek, turning his head. He looked down at her, an uncertainty reflected in his pale green eyes, and she stretched up again to press her lips to his. He set his hydrospanner down, not breaking the kiss, his arms encircling her automatically. Jaina's hands went through his short black hair, and she opened her mouth against his, inviting him to deepen the kiss, when a comlink beeped. Jaina broke from the kiss, breathless, and fumbled for her comlink. She pulled it out of a pocket, and thumbed it on, listening intently. She blushed furiously as Wedge told her to 'stop compromising security'.
"Hey, wait! You aren't a Jedi ~ how did you know?" she accused, confused.
"Lucky guess. Couldn't get a hold of Jag, figured you two would be together." Wedge replied, she glared, though she knew Wedge couldn't see the expression.
Jag turned back to his work, decidedly embarrassed.
Wedge continued on, oblivious to her irritation. "If this keeps up, I won't be able to punish the Goddess, but the Colonel could land some kitchen duty…"
Jaina watched Jag wince. "Last time I kiss you anywhere not behind closed, locked doors," she heard him mumble.
She laughed.
"Something funny, Great One?" Wedge asked.
"Not really, you were saying?" she said, exchanging glances with Jag.
"As I was saying, there's an encoded message for Colonel Fel in my office. I'd appreciate it if he'd come down and decode it for us, since the droids have identified it as an Imperial code."
"Oh." Jaina said, and Jag nodded. "He'll be there in a sec. And," she added, "I'm coming as well."
She heard Wedge sigh. "Very well, Goddess."
***
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Voort saBinring, also known as Piggy, trailed her at a respective distance. "Great One, General Antilles requests your presence in his office, if you would be so kind," his mechanical voice said.
Jaina turned around, and considered. "Very well. Dismissed."
She continued her path, walking on down the hall.
"Uh, Your Excellency?" Piggy said.
Jaina turned around, faking her irritation. "What?"
"His office is the other way…"
"I know that, mortal, but my presence is required elsewhere."
"Sorry, Goddess. I didn't know. May I inquire as to where exactly you are going?"
"Colonel Darklighter requested that I bring him a fully charged blaster."
Piggy burst out laughing, but covered it immediately.
Now Jaina was curious. "Where is the humor in that?"
Piggy managed to gasp out, in between fits of squealing laughter, "Wes Janson, he's returning…to the Rogues today…I wonder if Colonel Darklighter means to put himself out of …his misery or shoot Janson…"
Even Jaina had to laugh at that. She remembered her first encounter with the infamous Major. 'Arrogant little monkey-lizard' she'd called him, unknowing who the cocky egomaniac was. "I guess I'll report to General Antilles, instead then."
"That would probably be...best, Goddess…" Piggy managed, leaning against the wall.
Jaina just shook her head, and headed back in the direction that she'd just come from. As she turned a corner, still smiling merrily, she ran right into a person.
"Oh, I, uh, sorry," the guy mumbled, brushing past her.
Jaina glanced up, surprised but broke into a grin. "Colonel Fel! Watch where you are going!"
He looked surprised. "Jaina-er, O Great One, I beg your forgiveness, please, I didn't see you there…"
Jaina arched an eyebrow at him. "You didn't see me? Come in here, Colonel, we need to talk, you and I."
She waved him into the nearest door she could open with her clearance card. She stepped into darkened room of some sort, and not finding any lights, she reached out and snatched his hand, tugging him inside.
"A janitor droid's closet, Goddess?" Jag asked, the corners of his lips twisted up.
"Hey, mortal, it's a safe place for discussions. Don't doubt me." She winked at him, though she doubted he could see it in the darkness surrounding them.
"So, you wanted to discuss something, Jaina?"
She nodded, remembering a little late that he probably couldn't see the gesture. "Jag, you seem so…distant…all of a sudden. Care to explain?"
She heard him sigh. "Not really."
"Ok, then." She sat down on something -a droid maybe?-and slipped her hand into his. "I'll wait."
After a few long moments of silence, Jaina continued. "Well, actually, I have a meeting with General Antilles in a few minutes, so either I'll wait until I'm fashionably late, or, we can continue this…conversation…later. Up to you."
"Later," he said softly. "I just want sometime to think. Alone."
Jaina arched an eyebrow. "All right, then. I'll find you after I talk to Wedge." She gave his hand a squeeze, and stood up. She stretched up towards him for a kiss, letting her arms slide around his neck as his strong arms wrapped around her waist.
***
Jaina found Jag several hours later, working on his Clawcraft "Hey," she said softly.
Jag half turned to face her, a small smile playing across his lips. "Good evening, Exaulted One."
Jaina fought the urge to roll her eyes. She leaned against the frame of the ship, observing Jag as turned back and continuing making his adjustments.
"What can I do for you, Great One?" he asked, not looking up from his work.
"More like what can I do for you, Colonel Fel." She corrected. He looked up from his work, confused.
"Jag, you're acting strange. Is it because Shawnkyr left?": she continued quietly.
He nodded sharply. "Before she left, we had an exchange of opinions."
Jaina waited, and he hesitated before plowing on, "She seems to think I'm breaking my promises to the Chiss, and that I've let my emotions interfere with fulfilling my duties." He set his hydrospanner down, and glanced up at her, matching her gaze with his troubled one. "I was raised by the Chiss. I accepted and believed in their values and what they stood for, and I swore my allegiance to them. But, when I saw people willing to risk their lives for me, for anyone, who were willing to give it all, to die trying to save others, I wondered…. if maybe my place was not out in the Unknown Regions, but here…"
Silence fell between the two as Jaina considered what he'd just told her. She sensed he wasn't telling her everything, amongst the myriad of emotions coming off of him. "And?" she prompted softly.
"And…" he took a deep breath, nervous, "I, well, usually, I don't pay much attention to my feelings, but when she was getting ready to go, I had…well, I had one of those 'bad feelings'…I mean, I'm sure it was nothing, but…it was unsettling…like I'd never see her again…" He shifted his shoulders uncomfortably.
Jaina gave him a wry smile. "She'll be fine, Jag. I'm sure of it."
He seemed to relax, if only a little bit, and gave her a small half-smile, before turning back to his work.
Jaina straightened up from where she'd been leaning, and stepped over to him. She rested a hand on his right forearm. "Everything will turn out fine. You'll see."
She reached over and placed a hand on his cheek, turning his head. He looked down at her, an uncertainty reflected in his pale green eyes, and she stretched up again to press her lips to his. He set his hydrospanner down, not breaking the kiss, his arms encircling her automatically. Jaina's hands went through his short black hair, and she opened her mouth against his, inviting him to deepen the kiss, when a comlink beeped. Jaina broke from the kiss, breathless, and fumbled for her comlink. She pulled it out of a pocket, and thumbed it on, listening intently. She blushed furiously as Wedge told her to 'stop compromising security'.
"Hey, wait! You aren't a Jedi ~ how did you know?" she accused, confused.
"Lucky guess. Couldn't get a hold of Jag, figured you two would be together." Wedge replied, she glared, though she knew Wedge couldn't see the expression.
Jag turned back to his work, decidedly embarrassed.
Wedge continued on, oblivious to her irritation. "If this keeps up, I won't be able to punish the Goddess, but the Colonel could land some kitchen duty…"
Jaina watched Jag wince. "Last time I kiss you anywhere not behind closed, locked doors," she heard him mumble.
She laughed.
"Something funny, Great One?" Wedge asked.
"Not really, you were saying?" she said, exchanging glances with Jag.
"As I was saying, there's an encoded message for Colonel Fel in my office. I'd appreciate it if he'd come down and decode it for us, since the droids have identified it as an Imperial code."
"Oh." Jaina said, and Jag nodded. "He'll be there in a sec. And," she added, "I'm coming as well."
She heard Wedge sigh. "Very well, Goddess."
***
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