They crept along the way. Jaina cursed herself silently. I should have
brought Kyp. He could blank these people's memories faster than I can! She
sighed, swiftly removing the memories of having seen the team in the base
from the Peace Brigader.
She raised a hand. "You will show us where Shawnkyr Nuruodo is being held." She said, making a subtle hand movement, a suggestion with a Force assistance.
The human nodded. "I will show you where Shawnkyr Nuruodo is being held."
Jag felt a renewed appreciation for the skills of the Jedi as he watched Jaina influence the Peace Brigader in front of them. He smiled as he watched Kell rise from the floor; he'd been faking adjusting his boots, but in actuality, he'd been placing a small charge. The man led them through the base, pausing at a door.
Jaina raised her hand again, making a subtle movement. "You will go now, and leave us in peace."
"I will go now, and leave you in peace." The man said monotonously.
Jaina grinned at his retreating figure. She fiddled with the lock. "Sithspawn. I should have asked for the key-code, too."
Jag shot her an amused glance. "Allow me, Goddess."
He pressed a few buttons, and when the door didn't open, he sighed, shook his head and drew his charrik. He fired two shots into the controls before Jaina could stop him.
She stared at him incredulously. "Jag, you probably tripped the security!"
He smiled slightly. "No. They don't have an alarm system, at least not on this key-pad. It should open now."
Jaina pressed a smoking button, jerking her hand back. "Ow!" she yelped, sticking her finger in her mouth. "It's hot!"
"Well, duh, Goddess." Kell said. "Blaster bolts burn."
"Thanks, I didn't know that." Jaina hissed, pressing the button with the Force.
The door slid open, revealing a tall blue-skinned Chiss female staring out a window, "Colonel. I was wondering if you'd gotten my message."
"Yeah, yeah, save the plesantries later, Nuruodo. We gotta get going. Tight schedule and all." Jaina interrupted, coming behind her and propelling her towards the door.
Jag ignored Jaina, his pace matching Shawnkyr's. "Your Clawcraft, where is it?"
Shwnkyr flicked her red-eyed glance over to him. "It is irreparable. The ion cannon hits took out my repulsor lifts. I believe my crash was fairly similar to yours at the academy, in the Blue Flame . Do you remember?"
A smile tugged at Jag's lips. "How could one forget?"
Kell tapped Jag's shoulder. "Imperial Boy, we can reminisce on the way home."
Jag nodded, drawing his charrik. Jaina pulled her blaster and spare power packs from her belt, tossing them to Shawnkyr. She and Corran held their lightsabers in a one handed grip as they ran, not ignited yet, just waiting for a mob of Peace Brigaders to swarm them.
They weren't disappointed. Jaina snapped her blade on, and up in a high guard. Corran ran up to the front with her, deflecting ruby blaster bolts with is silver blade as she deflected them with her violet one.
Jaina snatched her comlink, still batting away shots from the Brigaders, and thumbed it on. "Goddess to Psycho, you there?"
Sharr's staticky voice answered them. "Psycho here. Go, Goddess."
"We need that shuttle now, Psycho."
"Working on it, Goddess. We've got problems of our own." Sharr answered tightly.
Jaina winced, she could hear blaster bolts in the distance. "Copy, Psycho. Sending Poster Boy and group your way. We're going to need that shuttle in 3 minutes. Can you do it?"
Sharr hesistated. "You bet, Goddess."
"Good. Do it. Goddess out." Jaina slapped her comlink back to its spot on her belt, dropping into a deeper link with the Force and letting it guide her movements. She deflected shot after shot, and she was noticing for every one Peace Brigader taken down, two more with blasters ran up. Sithspawn. she thought, focusing. Kyp… she called telepathically, Kyp, Sharr and Piggy's run into trouble. Go help them! she hoped he got all of that. On a second thought, she pictured the landing pad, and shoved the image at Kyp. She sensed a brief acknowledgment from him, and she smiled, bringing her blade down to slice through another blaster. "You know what, CorSec?" she asked.
"What?" he asked.
"This isn't getting us anywhere." She announced.
"Perceptive, aren't we? I agree. What do you propose?"
She exchanged glances with him, and he knew what she intended. He shook his head. "Charging them would be suicide!"
"I've got an idea!" called Kell.
"Whatever it is, do it." Jaina shouted. He armed a thermal detonator, and Jaina turned around, and ran sprinting. Corran stayed where he was, providing cover for them in the narrow hallway.
"Come on, CorSec!" called Jag.
Corran shook his head. "I've got it! Go!"
Kell threw the detonator, and Corran Force-aided it to land farther away from him. It exploded seconds later, the hallway erupting in flames. Jaina knew what Corran was doing, as she sensed a shield being built around them, propelling them along the corridor. He absorbed the energy from the explosion, and he's using it to help us get out of here. Smart.
Thank you, Goddess. I wasn't with CorSec for nothing, you know. And I wouldn't be Hal Horn's son if I wasn't smart. she heard Corran say in her mind.
She grinned as she raced through the hallway, sprinting towards the landing grid. She led the way, lightsaber blazing, and Team Two burst out onto the landing pad moments later, into the thick of a heated lightfight. Angry red bolts were shot across the hangar, and she nodded approval when she saw the freighter Sharr and Piggy had chosen. She observed Face as he launched another thermal detonator towards the Peace Brigader's side. Kyp narrowed his emerald gaze, enhancing the throw ad the detonator flew to the middle into the middle of the opposition, erupting into flames brilliantly.
"Get in the ship!" Jaina called to her team. "Explosion Boy, CorSec, I need you out here. Shawnkyr, Imperial Boy, you can't do anything here, get in the freighter, now !"
Jag nodded, sprinting up the ramp, and Shawnkyr hot on his heels. Jaina twirled her blade, running up to Kyp. "How big of a diversion do we need?"
Kyp set his jaw. "Psycho's working on slicing past security. He picked the one freighter that has a security code!"
"Explosion Boy, on second thought, leave your pack. Psycho needs help bypassing security and you're the closest we've got to a hacker."
Kell nodded sharply, dropping his pack by Face and running up the ramp.
"There's too many!" Jaina cried, her blade darting around in an attempt to block away the volley of shots.
"We've got to hold out a little longer!" Kyp said, flipping into the air to stop a bolt headed towards Face.
Jaina's comlink crackled. "Almost got it, Goddess. Hang on another minute."
"Copy, Explosion B-" Jaina hissed in an attempt not to scream as a bolt grazed her left shoulder. She shut her eyes in an attempt to numb away the pain, when another bolt caught her square in the right shoulder, and she screamed as the bolt threw her off the ground and spun her around. She landed soundly on the ground, lightsaber shut off meters away, brandy brown eyes welling up with tears at the sudden pain. She heard someone shout her name across the comlink, realizing belatedly that it was Jag. She was going to reprimand him later for slipping and not using her call sign, but as she tried to reach for her comlink, her scorched shoulder flared up in pain, and she choked back another scream. She closed her eyes, shunting away the pain and collecting herself before calling her blade to her hand, and standing up. Her knees felt wobbly and unstable, and she looked at her right shoulder to see the damage, and nearly collapsed into unconsciousness when she saw the charred blackened pit in her shoulder.
"I got it!" Kell cried over the comlink. "Let's go!"
She was dimly aware of her still deflecting shots, and she saw Kyp shoot her an appraising glance. He moved in front of her, blocking away bolts aimed at the injured young woman.
She turned, and saw Jag running down the ramp to her. He scooped her into his arms, cradling her close, and hurried back inside, with Face, Corran and Kyp right behind him. "Punch it, Psycho!"
The ship rose above the ground, smoothly, and they angled it towards the sky, and Piggy hit the thrusters, accelerating them towards home.
***
Jag set Jaina down on a bunk in a back room, concern reflecting in his pale green eyes.
He reached for his medpac, when Jaina put a hand on his arm, gritting through her teeth, "I'm fine. Just a burn."
Jag barked a short laugh. "Just a burn? Please, Goddess, let me see." He pryed her fingers off of his arm, pulling out bacta salve out of the pack. He spoke to her as if addressing a young child. "Goddess, let me see. I'll make it better."
Jaina glared at him, but softened it with a small smile. "Don't use sound so patronizing with me, Imperial Boy."
"Sorry, Goddess. Are you going to let me work on your shoulders or not?"
She just studied him, and he gave a little noise of exasperation, kneeling down next to her. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her with an urgency. Despite the pain, Jaina's arms wound around his neck, not willing to release him from the kiss. Her fingers ran through his hair, and he gently wrapped his arms around her, taking extra care because of her injuries. He reluctantly broke the kiss, leaving Jaina breathless and smiling.
He narrowed his eyes, a suspicious grin on his lips. "That's all you really wanted, isn't it? Now, let me see that shoulder."
She grinned wickedly. "No."
Jag groaned teasingly, resting his head in his hands. "I've created a monster…"
"Shut up and kiss me already. You know you want to." Jaina accused.
Jag laughed. "Happy to oblige, Goddess." He ducked his head again, catching her lips in a kiss. After a few moments, Jag pulled back again. "Let me fix that shoulder, now."
Jaina nodded.
He knelt closer, studying the scorch with interest. "It's not that bad," he pronounced. "You might want to see the MD when we get home, though, if you can't heal it yourself."
Jaina nodded again, wincing as he gently pressed a bacta numb to the injury.
He proceeded to coat the half dollar-sized hole with a salve, and he carefully placed a bacta bandage over it. "Done with this arm. Let me see your left arm; where you got grazed by a bolt."
Jaina raised her arm, and Jag turned it towards him gently, with all the care of a real medic. He studied the angry blistered streak on her arm for a moment, before softly pressing a bacta bandage to it.
She smiled up at him, brown eyes sparkling. "Much better. Thanks."
She moved to sit up, but Jag's mouth found hers again, and she lost herself in the sweetness of his lips.
"I'm going to go up front, now. See if anyone needs anything," Jag whispered, his lips brushing hers.
"Stay here, with me." Jaina pleaded. "I need you here."
"You need to get some rest." Jag said, his forehead touching hers. "You know you won't get much with me around."
She grinned lopsidedly, and Jag's heart skipped a beat. "You have a point,"
Jag nodded, kissing her forehead. "Call me if you need me."
She nodded, resting her head back on her pillow. "I will."
"Sleep well, Goddess." Jag murmured, rising to his feet. She closed her brandy brown eyes, an angelic smile lighting her face, and Jag tucked a strand of silky brown hair behind an ear. He caressed her cheek lovingly, and turned, shutting off the lights as he left.
Jaina just smiled, almost asleep instantly. Love you, Jag…
***
Shawnkyr sat in a darkened corner, considering the events that had occurred over the last three days. Jag came from a back room, the slightest hint of a smile on his features, and he dropped down into a seat next to Shawnkyr.
She turned her blue features to face her commanding officer. "You were right."
Jag's head snapped around. "What?"
"I said, you were right. You told me you were supporting the greater good, and I see now you are correct. These eight other individuals all risked their lives to come and save me, regardless of the lack of information on my whereabouts, or who it was that attacked me…I can understand now, why you wish to stay here."
Jag regarded her with interest. "And are you choosing to stay as well?"
She allowed one corner of her mouth to twitch up. "There is nothing wrong with preparing a holocomm report for our house phalanx."
Jag grinned. "Sounds good. I can prepare the report when we get back to the fleet, then."
Shawnkyr nodded, before closing her ruby eyes and leaning her head back. Jag rose, walking towards the cockpit. Face had his boots propped up on the console, as did Kyp. Sharr and Wes sat behind them, and for once, Wes was silent.
"Are we there yet?" Jag asked, grinning.
Face turned to mock-glower at him. "Not you, too." He twisted to face Janson. "Look at what you've started!"
***
As Face and Wes settled the stolen freighter onto the hangar bay aboard the Rebel Dream , Jaina straightened her cloak, raking her fingers through sleep tousled unruly brown hair. "Do I look presentable?" she asked Jag, who was standing behind her.
"You always look magnificent. Don't worry, they aren't expecting much from a team who went to a desert backwater planet to rescue someone to be looking like the cover of a holojournal." He said.
She twisted around to smile at him. "Thanks."
"Come on, Poster Boy! Our fans await!" called Wes, who had raced to the boarding ramp in order to be the first one off.
Face just laughed, punching the controls for the ramp. Wes swaggered down proudly, accepting a back-slapping hug from both Tycho and Wedge. Face followed him closely, as did Corran, Kell, Piggy and Sharr. Shawnkyr disembarked next, Kyp following, and Jaina strolled off.
Jag waited one second, watching as the members of both Rogue and Twin Suns squadrons rushed forward to embrace her. He noticed Han and Leia standing off to one side, patiently waiting their turn to embrace their daughter. Jag walked down next, crisply saluting Wedge and Tycho before giving them hugs.
"Party in the Pilot's Lounge!" called one of the Rogues. "Darklighter's treating to drinks!"
"I'm in, then!" announced Wedge, gathering a collective chuckle from the crowd.
***
She raised a hand. "You will show us where Shawnkyr Nuruodo is being held." She said, making a subtle hand movement, a suggestion with a Force assistance.
The human nodded. "I will show you where Shawnkyr Nuruodo is being held."
Jag felt a renewed appreciation for the skills of the Jedi as he watched Jaina influence the Peace Brigader in front of them. He smiled as he watched Kell rise from the floor; he'd been faking adjusting his boots, but in actuality, he'd been placing a small charge. The man led them through the base, pausing at a door.
Jaina raised her hand again, making a subtle movement. "You will go now, and leave us in peace."
"I will go now, and leave you in peace." The man said monotonously.
Jaina grinned at his retreating figure. She fiddled with the lock. "Sithspawn. I should have asked for the key-code, too."
Jag shot her an amused glance. "Allow me, Goddess."
He pressed a few buttons, and when the door didn't open, he sighed, shook his head and drew his charrik. He fired two shots into the controls before Jaina could stop him.
She stared at him incredulously. "Jag, you probably tripped the security!"
He smiled slightly. "No. They don't have an alarm system, at least not on this key-pad. It should open now."
Jaina pressed a smoking button, jerking her hand back. "Ow!" she yelped, sticking her finger in her mouth. "It's hot!"
"Well, duh, Goddess." Kell said. "Blaster bolts burn."
"Thanks, I didn't know that." Jaina hissed, pressing the button with the Force.
The door slid open, revealing a tall blue-skinned Chiss female staring out a window, "Colonel. I was wondering if you'd gotten my message."
"Yeah, yeah, save the plesantries later, Nuruodo. We gotta get going. Tight schedule and all." Jaina interrupted, coming behind her and propelling her towards the door.
Jag ignored Jaina, his pace matching Shawnkyr's. "Your Clawcraft, where is it?"
Shwnkyr flicked her red-eyed glance over to him. "It is irreparable. The ion cannon hits took out my repulsor lifts. I believe my crash was fairly similar to yours at the academy, in the Blue Flame . Do you remember?"
A smile tugged at Jag's lips. "How could one forget?"
Kell tapped Jag's shoulder. "Imperial Boy, we can reminisce on the way home."
Jag nodded, drawing his charrik. Jaina pulled her blaster and spare power packs from her belt, tossing them to Shawnkyr. She and Corran held their lightsabers in a one handed grip as they ran, not ignited yet, just waiting for a mob of Peace Brigaders to swarm them.
They weren't disappointed. Jaina snapped her blade on, and up in a high guard. Corran ran up to the front with her, deflecting ruby blaster bolts with is silver blade as she deflected them with her violet one.
Jaina snatched her comlink, still batting away shots from the Brigaders, and thumbed it on. "Goddess to Psycho, you there?"
Sharr's staticky voice answered them. "Psycho here. Go, Goddess."
"We need that shuttle now, Psycho."
"Working on it, Goddess. We've got problems of our own." Sharr answered tightly.
Jaina winced, she could hear blaster bolts in the distance. "Copy, Psycho. Sending Poster Boy and group your way. We're going to need that shuttle in 3 minutes. Can you do it?"
Sharr hesistated. "You bet, Goddess."
"Good. Do it. Goddess out." Jaina slapped her comlink back to its spot on her belt, dropping into a deeper link with the Force and letting it guide her movements. She deflected shot after shot, and she was noticing for every one Peace Brigader taken down, two more with blasters ran up. Sithspawn. she thought, focusing. Kyp… she called telepathically, Kyp, Sharr and Piggy's run into trouble. Go help them! she hoped he got all of that. On a second thought, she pictured the landing pad, and shoved the image at Kyp. She sensed a brief acknowledgment from him, and she smiled, bringing her blade down to slice through another blaster. "You know what, CorSec?" she asked.
"What?" he asked.
"This isn't getting us anywhere." She announced.
"Perceptive, aren't we? I agree. What do you propose?"
She exchanged glances with him, and he knew what she intended. He shook his head. "Charging them would be suicide!"
"I've got an idea!" called Kell.
"Whatever it is, do it." Jaina shouted. He armed a thermal detonator, and Jaina turned around, and ran sprinting. Corran stayed where he was, providing cover for them in the narrow hallway.
"Come on, CorSec!" called Jag.
Corran shook his head. "I've got it! Go!"
Kell threw the detonator, and Corran Force-aided it to land farther away from him. It exploded seconds later, the hallway erupting in flames. Jaina knew what Corran was doing, as she sensed a shield being built around them, propelling them along the corridor. He absorbed the energy from the explosion, and he's using it to help us get out of here. Smart.
Thank you, Goddess. I wasn't with CorSec for nothing, you know. And I wouldn't be Hal Horn's son if I wasn't smart. she heard Corran say in her mind.
She grinned as she raced through the hallway, sprinting towards the landing grid. She led the way, lightsaber blazing, and Team Two burst out onto the landing pad moments later, into the thick of a heated lightfight. Angry red bolts were shot across the hangar, and she nodded approval when she saw the freighter Sharr and Piggy had chosen. She observed Face as he launched another thermal detonator towards the Peace Brigader's side. Kyp narrowed his emerald gaze, enhancing the throw ad the detonator flew to the middle into the middle of the opposition, erupting into flames brilliantly.
"Get in the ship!" Jaina called to her team. "Explosion Boy, CorSec, I need you out here. Shawnkyr, Imperial Boy, you can't do anything here, get in the freighter, now !"
Jag nodded, sprinting up the ramp, and Shawnkyr hot on his heels. Jaina twirled her blade, running up to Kyp. "How big of a diversion do we need?"
Kyp set his jaw. "Psycho's working on slicing past security. He picked the one freighter that has a security code!"
"Explosion Boy, on second thought, leave your pack. Psycho needs help bypassing security and you're the closest we've got to a hacker."
Kell nodded sharply, dropping his pack by Face and running up the ramp.
"There's too many!" Jaina cried, her blade darting around in an attempt to block away the volley of shots.
"We've got to hold out a little longer!" Kyp said, flipping into the air to stop a bolt headed towards Face.
Jaina's comlink crackled. "Almost got it, Goddess. Hang on another minute."
"Copy, Explosion B-" Jaina hissed in an attempt not to scream as a bolt grazed her left shoulder. She shut her eyes in an attempt to numb away the pain, when another bolt caught her square in the right shoulder, and she screamed as the bolt threw her off the ground and spun her around. She landed soundly on the ground, lightsaber shut off meters away, brandy brown eyes welling up with tears at the sudden pain. She heard someone shout her name across the comlink, realizing belatedly that it was Jag. She was going to reprimand him later for slipping and not using her call sign, but as she tried to reach for her comlink, her scorched shoulder flared up in pain, and she choked back another scream. She closed her eyes, shunting away the pain and collecting herself before calling her blade to her hand, and standing up. Her knees felt wobbly and unstable, and she looked at her right shoulder to see the damage, and nearly collapsed into unconsciousness when she saw the charred blackened pit in her shoulder.
"I got it!" Kell cried over the comlink. "Let's go!"
She was dimly aware of her still deflecting shots, and she saw Kyp shoot her an appraising glance. He moved in front of her, blocking away bolts aimed at the injured young woman.
She turned, and saw Jag running down the ramp to her. He scooped her into his arms, cradling her close, and hurried back inside, with Face, Corran and Kyp right behind him. "Punch it, Psycho!"
The ship rose above the ground, smoothly, and they angled it towards the sky, and Piggy hit the thrusters, accelerating them towards home.
***
Jag set Jaina down on a bunk in a back room, concern reflecting in his pale green eyes.
He reached for his medpac, when Jaina put a hand on his arm, gritting through her teeth, "I'm fine. Just a burn."
Jag barked a short laugh. "Just a burn? Please, Goddess, let me see." He pryed her fingers off of his arm, pulling out bacta salve out of the pack. He spoke to her as if addressing a young child. "Goddess, let me see. I'll make it better."
Jaina glared at him, but softened it with a small smile. "Don't use sound so patronizing with me, Imperial Boy."
"Sorry, Goddess. Are you going to let me work on your shoulders or not?"
She just studied him, and he gave a little noise of exasperation, kneeling down next to her. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her with an urgency. Despite the pain, Jaina's arms wound around his neck, not willing to release him from the kiss. Her fingers ran through his hair, and he gently wrapped his arms around her, taking extra care because of her injuries. He reluctantly broke the kiss, leaving Jaina breathless and smiling.
He narrowed his eyes, a suspicious grin on his lips. "That's all you really wanted, isn't it? Now, let me see that shoulder."
She grinned wickedly. "No."
Jag groaned teasingly, resting his head in his hands. "I've created a monster…"
"Shut up and kiss me already. You know you want to." Jaina accused.
Jag laughed. "Happy to oblige, Goddess." He ducked his head again, catching her lips in a kiss. After a few moments, Jag pulled back again. "Let me fix that shoulder, now."
Jaina nodded.
He knelt closer, studying the scorch with interest. "It's not that bad," he pronounced. "You might want to see the MD when we get home, though, if you can't heal it yourself."
Jaina nodded again, wincing as he gently pressed a bacta numb to the injury.
He proceeded to coat the half dollar-sized hole with a salve, and he carefully placed a bacta bandage over it. "Done with this arm. Let me see your left arm; where you got grazed by a bolt."
Jaina raised her arm, and Jag turned it towards him gently, with all the care of a real medic. He studied the angry blistered streak on her arm for a moment, before softly pressing a bacta bandage to it.
She smiled up at him, brown eyes sparkling. "Much better. Thanks."
She moved to sit up, but Jag's mouth found hers again, and she lost herself in the sweetness of his lips.
"I'm going to go up front, now. See if anyone needs anything," Jag whispered, his lips brushing hers.
"Stay here, with me." Jaina pleaded. "I need you here."
"You need to get some rest." Jag said, his forehead touching hers. "You know you won't get much with me around."
She grinned lopsidedly, and Jag's heart skipped a beat. "You have a point,"
Jag nodded, kissing her forehead. "Call me if you need me."
She nodded, resting her head back on her pillow. "I will."
"Sleep well, Goddess." Jag murmured, rising to his feet. She closed her brandy brown eyes, an angelic smile lighting her face, and Jag tucked a strand of silky brown hair behind an ear. He caressed her cheek lovingly, and turned, shutting off the lights as he left.
Jaina just smiled, almost asleep instantly. Love you, Jag…
***
Shawnkyr sat in a darkened corner, considering the events that had occurred over the last three days. Jag came from a back room, the slightest hint of a smile on his features, and he dropped down into a seat next to Shawnkyr.
She turned her blue features to face her commanding officer. "You were right."
Jag's head snapped around. "What?"
"I said, you were right. You told me you were supporting the greater good, and I see now you are correct. These eight other individuals all risked their lives to come and save me, regardless of the lack of information on my whereabouts, or who it was that attacked me…I can understand now, why you wish to stay here."
Jag regarded her with interest. "And are you choosing to stay as well?"
She allowed one corner of her mouth to twitch up. "There is nothing wrong with preparing a holocomm report for our house phalanx."
Jag grinned. "Sounds good. I can prepare the report when we get back to the fleet, then."
Shawnkyr nodded, before closing her ruby eyes and leaning her head back. Jag rose, walking towards the cockpit. Face had his boots propped up on the console, as did Kyp. Sharr and Wes sat behind them, and for once, Wes was silent.
"Are we there yet?" Jag asked, grinning.
Face turned to mock-glower at him. "Not you, too." He twisted to face Janson. "Look at what you've started!"
***
As Face and Wes settled the stolen freighter onto the hangar bay aboard the Rebel Dream , Jaina straightened her cloak, raking her fingers through sleep tousled unruly brown hair. "Do I look presentable?" she asked Jag, who was standing behind her.
"You always look magnificent. Don't worry, they aren't expecting much from a team who went to a desert backwater planet to rescue someone to be looking like the cover of a holojournal." He said.
She twisted around to smile at him. "Thanks."
"Come on, Poster Boy! Our fans await!" called Wes, who had raced to the boarding ramp in order to be the first one off.
Face just laughed, punching the controls for the ramp. Wes swaggered down proudly, accepting a back-slapping hug from both Tycho and Wedge. Face followed him closely, as did Corran, Kell, Piggy and Sharr. Shawnkyr disembarked next, Kyp following, and Jaina strolled off.
Jag waited one second, watching as the members of both Rogue and Twin Suns squadrons rushed forward to embrace her. He noticed Han and Leia standing off to one side, patiently waiting their turn to embrace their daughter. Jag walked down next, crisply saluting Wedge and Tycho before giving them hugs.
"Party in the Pilot's Lounge!" called one of the Rogues. "Darklighter's treating to drinks!"
"I'm in, then!" announced Wedge, gathering a collective chuckle from the crowd.
***