"Major Janson! Stop right there!" Jaina called, racing after him.
She strained her ears to hear him mutter, "Now, if only I had a holocam…"
"Wes!" she shrieked, tearing after him.
Jag drew his charrik. "Permission to shoot him, Great One?"
"Granted. Janson, freeze right there or I will have your head on a platter!" Jaina exclaimed, skidding around a corner. Jag was just behind her, she could hear his thundering footsteps. I'm going to kill him! she thought. I can't let news like this out! Well, she sighed, Desperate times call for desperate measures… she reached for the silver cylinder hanging from its customary place on her belt. She ignited her violet blade, now using the Force to run faster to try to catch up with Janson.
"Wes, please!" her tone was pleading, and she watched as he twisted around to glance back at her, still running at top speed. She watched his eyes widen, and she grinned like a predator about to pounce on her prey.
He skidded to a stop, and Jaina skidded to a stop just behind him, and Jag had realized they were going to stop beforehand, so he was jogging towards a spare conference room. He keyed in a sequence, and the door slid open.
Jaina gestured with her violet blade. "In. Now."
Janson gulped, "Yub, yub, Goddess." hastily entering the room.
Jaina followed him, and Jag shut the door behind them. Jaina didn't hit any overhead lights, just used her lightsaber as the main light source in the room. It cast an almost sinister look to her face, and Jag looked positively foreboding and threatening, standing behind her with his arms crossed.
Janson smiled uncertainly as he glanced between the two. "Hi, guys…"
Jag glared at him. "Tell us, what exactly do you think you saw?"
Janson's eyes glinted in the purple light, Jaina knew he was coming up with some smart remark, and braced herself for it. Anger is of the Dark Side…aggression is of the Dark Side…hatred is of the Dark Side…Anger is of the Dark Side…aggression is of the Dark Side… she repeated, waiting for an answer.
"I saw you two-" he paused at the look from Jaina, "Um, hang on, let me choose a different set of words…"
"Probably a good idea." Jag snapped.
"You two were liplocked." He shrugged.
Jaina felt her temper flare. Anger is of the Dark Side, anger is of the Dark Side, she repeated faster in her head. "And why were you running away from us like you'd just seen Darth Vader himself in the flesh?"
Janson grinned. "Because I know a few people who'd love to hear you two are a couple."
"Name them." Jaina snarled.
Janson ticked them off on his fingers, "Your parents, your uncle, your aunt," he said, gesturing at Jaina, "All of Rogue Squadron, all of Twin Suns, all of Wraith Squadron, your Chiss counterpart, your uncle," he pointed at Jag, "Tycho, all of the Jed-"
"Shut up. That's an order." Jaina said. "Excuse us." She tugged Jag into a corner, looking up at him. "Busted, we are." She whispered.
"Can't you blank his memory, or something?" He asked.
She shook her head. "No, I guarantee I won't be able to, because the little sprinting-through-the-corridors-being-chased-by-a-Jedi-and-another-pilot-at- top-speed-screaming-to-stop surely didn't go unnoticed by others. And, I bet you twenty credits, there are a lot of people out there wondering what had just happened. Now, if we had been running slower, people would've had the chance to notice it was Wes Janson being chased by a pilot and a Jedi, so then they would've ignored the thing, like it was commonplace. But, we didn't and now we will pay."
Jag grimaced. "We need to come up with a cover story, then. And kill Janson, we can't have him spreading this around."
Jaina nodded. "Kill Janson a must, same with come up with a cover story. Has to be something believable. Something with Ewoks."
Jag nodded. "We'll come up with something later, then. First, deal with Janson."
"And Jag?" Jaina whispered.
He shot her a questioning look.
"Don't plan on kissing me again for a while."
Jag sighed, disappointed. He walked back to Janson.
"Well?" Janson asked.
"We've decided to kill you." Jaina stated.
"So you better write us a will and leave us everything." Jag added, deadpan.
Janson sighed. "Listen, if you guys let me live, which I assure you, you will, I have an offer to make you. I want 50 credits a week for keeping your secret, starting now."
Jaina's jaw dropped. "That's blackmail!"
"Well, yes. It is, actually. But what you were planning was murder." He pointed out, "Pay up."
Jaina grumbled and sifted through her pockets. "I can't believe we're letting ourselves get blackmailed."
Jag didn't say anything, just handed her a few credcoins.
She counted them carefully, then dropped them into Janson's outstretched hand. "Get out of here, Major. And if anyone finds out about this…" she gestured a slit across the throat.
Janson grinned. "Yub, yub, Goddess!" He bolted from the room, leaving Jaina and Jag alone.
She sighed. "How do we get ourselves in these messes?"
Jag shrugged. "I don't know, but usually it starts with you kissing me or vice versa."
"You have a point."
"You think maybe cause a kiss got us into this, a kiss will get us out?" he asked.
She grinned, thumbing off her lightsaber. "Worth a shot. We don't have too much more to lose."
He leaned down to kiss her, when she stepped back. "One moment."
Jag watched her curiously as she went and checked the door controls. He grinned, and pulled her to him in a kiss.
***
"That's it," she'd whispered, "We're going to your uncle."
Jag had agreed. Janson was getting way out of hand. He rapped on the door to Wedge Antilles' inner office.
"Come in!" Wedge called.
The door hissed open to admit Jaina and Jag. Wedge stood up, a smile on his face. "Jaina, Jag! What brings you two to my office?"
They exchanged glances. "We, ah, have a problem, Uncle Wedge." Jag began slowly.
Wedge raised an eyebrow. "A problem? Sit down, please, tell me about it."
Jaina dropped down into a chair, Jag taking a seat next to her.
Wedge frowned, leaning forward, and folding his hands. "So, tell me, now, what seems to be the problem?"
Jaina cleared her throat. "It's Major Janson."
Wedge groaned, and put a head on one hand. "Do I even want to know? This is Wes, so it probably has something to do with Ewoks, right?"
"Kind of. It's just, he pulled a rather mean prank, and we want revenge." Jag whispered, leaning forward conspiratorially.
Wedge grinned, "Revenge is good. What do you have in mind?" he asked, rising from his desk to rifle through a filing cabinet.
"We aren't sure, actually." Jaina said. "We were hoping you could help us. I've heard you're pretty good with revenge."
Wedge looked up from his cabinet, grinning. "The best. You've come to the right person, that's for sure."
Jaina smiled.
"Here we go." Wedge said, pulling a data pad and a data card out of the cabinet. "Allow me to present you with the'Antilles' List of Top Revenges and How To Perform Them, Volume 1.1 Revised Edition' . It's the ultimate guide. I've compiled over the years from my experiences with Rogue and Wraith Squadrons. Some of the ones in there are pure genius, if I do say so myself. Lists of what you'll need to perform them are included, and a few clips from the best ones are on the datacard, so you can see them in action." He grinned at them, and Jaina laughed.
"General, you are the greatest!"
Wedge positively beamed. "Now," he said, sobering slightly, his voice lowering, "This is not something you share with anybody, got it? I can't have anyone sharing the secrets of my best pranks with anyone. You do…and, well, I'll pull one far worse than those on the card on you, rest assured."
Jag nodded solemnly. "We won't tell anyone."
"Good."
"If you would excuse us General, we've got some data to review. You've been a great help, Wedge. I owe you one. Or, put it on Dad's tab." Jaina said, rising.
Wedge chuckled. "Will do, Goddess."
***
Jag raised his eyebrows. "Goddess…you're... blonde…"
She glared at him. "Well, shut up, you. And look at your hair- it's nerf herder brown."
He half smiled. "You have a point."
"I always do." She said.
He shook his head. "Well, blonde is a good color on you."
Jaina glared at him again. "This hair color just dropped 10 points off of my IQ! I prefer brown, I really do. Iella's people are giving me eye color inserts, too, and they're doing some other stuff, too. They said they were going to change my hair color, they just didn't say to blonde."
Jag nodded. "I know. I've got to wear hazel eye inserts, and they're covering up my scar. It's weird not seeing the white streak in my hair."
Jaina smiled. "I can't wait till the mission's over and done with."
"Me, too. I hear the rest of the Suns' have gotten some major changes, too. I heard
Kyp's a redhead."
Jaina chuckled. "I can't see Kyp with red hair."
"Nor can I."
Jaina grinned as she sensed a strong, familiar presence approaching. She turned, smiling. "Speak of the Sith, Kyp."
She attempted to choke back a laugh, and she could tell Jag was standing behind her, gaping at Kyp. His hair was a flaming orange red, and extremely close cut, and his face was marred by a thick scar across his chin and lips.
Kyp shot them a lofty look. "I think I look better than you, blondie."
Jaina rolled her eyes.
Kyp shrugged. "It's true. How did we get stuck with double-duty, now?"
Jaina sighed. "Wedge's been sending the Wraiths all over, setting up Resistance cells and such, when I dunno who, but someone discovered a large, well organized Peace Brigade cell on Corellia. Wedge figured that a well-organized team, such as us, was needed to get information to help break up the Peace Brigaders, and also, to help start the Resistance cell on Corellia. He offered it to us Twins, and I figured it would be a nice change of pace. He didn't tell me it entailed this much work."
Kyp arched an eyebrow. "You actually expected him to explain exactly just how much work goes into an Intelligence operation? That would be very un- sneaky and straightforward, not very Antilles at all."
"He has a point, Goddess." Jag commented.
Jaina mock-glared at him. "Whose side are you on anyway?"
"Obviously not yours." Kyp said, smiling.
Jaina rolled her eyes, when her comlink chimed. "That would be my Intel instructor. Catch you guys later?"
Both men nodded.
"Have fun." Jag called after her.
She snorted. "I always do."
***
Jag leaned back, and closed his once green, now hazel eyes. He laced his fingers behind his head, smiling blissfully.
"What are you so happy about, Fel?" a voice jolted him alert.
Jag glanced up at Kyp Durron, who dropped his tray of food on the table and dropped down into the seat across from him.
Jag shrugged. "No reason."
Kyp eyed him suspiciously, but decided not to press the subject. He picked up the eating utensil, and poked at a gelatinous lump of…something. "Someone needs to teach the server droids how to cook real food, this mystery nerf substitute is just plain weird…"
Jag grinned. "We can't complain. Nobody's died from it, or started glowing in the dark."
"Yet." Kyp said, still poking at the glob on his plate.
Jag shook his head, and ran a hand through his now shaggier chocolate hair, when a young woman slammed her tray down on the table, and dropped into a seat next to Jag.
Her bright blue eyes sparked and the short, downy blonde looked positively furious. "Arryn Taeyle. Nice to meet you." She spat.
Jag did a double take. "Great One?"
Jaina sighed irritably. "No, nerf-for-brains. It's Arryn Taeyle for the next few weeks."
"Oh. Right. Well, then, Arryn, it's a pleasure to meet you…I'm…" he winced, trying to recall the name the Intelligence operative had given him. "I'm…Jared…"
Jaina waited expectantly, and Kyp swiftly kicked Jag in the shin, smiling at Jaina the whole time. "Forgive my partner, Arryn. He's just so blown away by your stunning beauty and pleasant nature that he's forgotten his identity, so scrambled his brains are at the sight of such a drop-dead gorgeous chick."
Jaina burst out laughing. "Kyp, you been reading Janson's copy of 'Smooth Talking For Nerfs and Their Herders', as well?"
"Yes, actually, I have." Kyp said coolly. "How did you know?"
She sighed, grumbling something they didn't catch, before picking up her tray and moving to a different table.
Jag straightened up suddenly, the laughter and merriment fading from his face. "I remember what my name is! It's Jared, Jared Taeyle!"
Kyp studied him. "Isn't that Jaina's new name, too?"
Jag reflected. "I'm not sure. Hey, Arryn, come over here."
Jaina mock glared at them again, before gathering her tray and stuff, and returning to her former seat. "What can I do for you?"
"Actually, miss," Jag began, "I never finished introducing myself to you. I'm Jared Taeyle."
Jaina sighed. "Ok, guys, enough of the jokes."
"No, I'm serious," Jag protested.
"So, if I'm Arryn Taeyle,and you're Jared Taeyle, then we're brother and sister?" Jaina asked.
Kyp grinned. "Husband and wife."
*Someone in Intel's having a lot fun with this… *Jaina thought. She grinned. "This will be interesting."
Jag nodded. "Indeed."
"And what, then, is your identity, Kyp?" Jaina asked.
Kyp grinned. "I'm Erik Lanthourpe. At your service."
Jaina smiled. "So, are you single?"
"Of course."
Jag cut in. "Forgetting who we are married to, dear?"
Jaina laughed. "Someone's borderline paranoid and over protective."
"I have a right to be." He replied, winking at her.
***
Kyp Durron-Erik Lanthourpe- stood off to one side of the crowded, noisy refugee ship. He watched as Jag- Jared Taeyle- came up behind Jaina –Arryn Taeyle- and slid his arms around his "wife", whispering something in her ear, before kissing her.
Kyp privately wondered just how much they were acting, or if they were even acting at all. He knew Jag liked Jaina, maybe even loved her, and he thought Jaina felt just as strongly about him.
*I have yet to figure out why they are so secretive…I'm sure everyone's figured it out by now…* he thought.
He bent down to pick up his duffel bag, and he slung it over his shoulder, heading towards the exit ramp.
"Reason for coming to Corellia?" asked the Customs officer.
"Refugee." Kyp said.
"Oh. Well, then, I really don't need to ask you anything else. Can I see your identification cards?" the officer asked.
"Sure." Kyp fished around in a pocket, revealing a data card and a holo card. The Customs official studied it, then nodded. "Enjoy you stay on Corellia, Mr. Lanthourpe. Next."
Kyp shuffled on through the line, looking for a transport to Coronet City.
***
"Planet of origin?" asked the Customs official monotonously.
Jaina squeezed Jag's hand. "Coruscant."
The Customs officer's expression softened. "Is it bad?"
Jaina looked away, and nodded.
Jag spoke up. "They're altering it's orbit, breaking the buildings…our home is totally destroyed…I don't think we'll ever be able to go back…"
"I'm sorry." The Customs officer said.
Jag offered him a tight lipped smile.
"Duration of stay?" asked the officer.
"Unknown." Jag replied. "We're refugees."
The officer nodded. "Do you have identification cards on you?"
Jaina glanced at the officer, and nodded, blue eyes brimming with tears. "Yes," she whispered, pulling out a few cards and papers.
The official looked things over. "Very well. Your papers are in order, Mr. And Mrs. Taeyle. Enjoy your stay on Corellia."
They both nodded, and started to move on.
"Wait," called the official. "If you're looking for the camps, those transports are to your left. To your right are transports to the cities."
"Thanks." Jag said, leading Jaina towards the transports to Coronet City. A few moments later, they sat in a hover taxi, with Jaina snuggled against his side. He smiled, and kissed her forehead, stroking her soft, now blonde hair.
*So far, so good...and this husband/wife thing is rather fun...* Jag thought, smiling.
***
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She strained her ears to hear him mutter, "Now, if only I had a holocam…"
"Wes!" she shrieked, tearing after him.
Jag drew his charrik. "Permission to shoot him, Great One?"
"Granted. Janson, freeze right there or I will have your head on a platter!" Jaina exclaimed, skidding around a corner. Jag was just behind her, she could hear his thundering footsteps. I'm going to kill him! she thought. I can't let news like this out! Well, she sighed, Desperate times call for desperate measures… she reached for the silver cylinder hanging from its customary place on her belt. She ignited her violet blade, now using the Force to run faster to try to catch up with Janson.
"Wes, please!" her tone was pleading, and she watched as he twisted around to glance back at her, still running at top speed. She watched his eyes widen, and she grinned like a predator about to pounce on her prey.
He skidded to a stop, and Jaina skidded to a stop just behind him, and Jag had realized they were going to stop beforehand, so he was jogging towards a spare conference room. He keyed in a sequence, and the door slid open.
Jaina gestured with her violet blade. "In. Now."
Janson gulped, "Yub, yub, Goddess." hastily entering the room.
Jaina followed him, and Jag shut the door behind them. Jaina didn't hit any overhead lights, just used her lightsaber as the main light source in the room. It cast an almost sinister look to her face, and Jag looked positively foreboding and threatening, standing behind her with his arms crossed.
Janson smiled uncertainly as he glanced between the two. "Hi, guys…"
Jag glared at him. "Tell us, what exactly do you think you saw?"
Janson's eyes glinted in the purple light, Jaina knew he was coming up with some smart remark, and braced herself for it. Anger is of the Dark Side…aggression is of the Dark Side…hatred is of the Dark Side…Anger is of the Dark Side…aggression is of the Dark Side… she repeated, waiting for an answer.
"I saw you two-" he paused at the look from Jaina, "Um, hang on, let me choose a different set of words…"
"Probably a good idea." Jag snapped.
"You two were liplocked." He shrugged.
Jaina felt her temper flare. Anger is of the Dark Side, anger is of the Dark Side, she repeated faster in her head. "And why were you running away from us like you'd just seen Darth Vader himself in the flesh?"
Janson grinned. "Because I know a few people who'd love to hear you two are a couple."
"Name them." Jaina snarled.
Janson ticked them off on his fingers, "Your parents, your uncle, your aunt," he said, gesturing at Jaina, "All of Rogue Squadron, all of Twin Suns, all of Wraith Squadron, your Chiss counterpart, your uncle," he pointed at Jag, "Tycho, all of the Jed-"
"Shut up. That's an order." Jaina said. "Excuse us." She tugged Jag into a corner, looking up at him. "Busted, we are." She whispered.
"Can't you blank his memory, or something?" He asked.
She shook her head. "No, I guarantee I won't be able to, because the little sprinting-through-the-corridors-being-chased-by-a-Jedi-and-another-pilot-at- top-speed-screaming-to-stop surely didn't go unnoticed by others. And, I bet you twenty credits, there are a lot of people out there wondering what had just happened. Now, if we had been running slower, people would've had the chance to notice it was Wes Janson being chased by a pilot and a Jedi, so then they would've ignored the thing, like it was commonplace. But, we didn't and now we will pay."
Jag grimaced. "We need to come up with a cover story, then. And kill Janson, we can't have him spreading this around."
Jaina nodded. "Kill Janson a must, same with come up with a cover story. Has to be something believable. Something with Ewoks."
Jag nodded. "We'll come up with something later, then. First, deal with Janson."
"And Jag?" Jaina whispered.
He shot her a questioning look.
"Don't plan on kissing me again for a while."
Jag sighed, disappointed. He walked back to Janson.
"Well?" Janson asked.
"We've decided to kill you." Jaina stated.
"So you better write us a will and leave us everything." Jag added, deadpan.
Janson sighed. "Listen, if you guys let me live, which I assure you, you will, I have an offer to make you. I want 50 credits a week for keeping your secret, starting now."
Jaina's jaw dropped. "That's blackmail!"
"Well, yes. It is, actually. But what you were planning was murder." He pointed out, "Pay up."
Jaina grumbled and sifted through her pockets. "I can't believe we're letting ourselves get blackmailed."
Jag didn't say anything, just handed her a few credcoins.
She counted them carefully, then dropped them into Janson's outstretched hand. "Get out of here, Major. And if anyone finds out about this…" she gestured a slit across the throat.
Janson grinned. "Yub, yub, Goddess!" He bolted from the room, leaving Jaina and Jag alone.
She sighed. "How do we get ourselves in these messes?"
Jag shrugged. "I don't know, but usually it starts with you kissing me or vice versa."
"You have a point."
"You think maybe cause a kiss got us into this, a kiss will get us out?" he asked.
She grinned, thumbing off her lightsaber. "Worth a shot. We don't have too much more to lose."
He leaned down to kiss her, when she stepped back. "One moment."
Jag watched her curiously as she went and checked the door controls. He grinned, and pulled her to him in a kiss.
***
"That's it," she'd whispered, "We're going to your uncle."
Jag had agreed. Janson was getting way out of hand. He rapped on the door to Wedge Antilles' inner office.
"Come in!" Wedge called.
The door hissed open to admit Jaina and Jag. Wedge stood up, a smile on his face. "Jaina, Jag! What brings you two to my office?"
They exchanged glances. "We, ah, have a problem, Uncle Wedge." Jag began slowly.
Wedge raised an eyebrow. "A problem? Sit down, please, tell me about it."
Jaina dropped down into a chair, Jag taking a seat next to her.
Wedge frowned, leaning forward, and folding his hands. "So, tell me, now, what seems to be the problem?"
Jaina cleared her throat. "It's Major Janson."
Wedge groaned, and put a head on one hand. "Do I even want to know? This is Wes, so it probably has something to do with Ewoks, right?"
"Kind of. It's just, he pulled a rather mean prank, and we want revenge." Jag whispered, leaning forward conspiratorially.
Wedge grinned, "Revenge is good. What do you have in mind?" he asked, rising from his desk to rifle through a filing cabinet.
"We aren't sure, actually." Jaina said. "We were hoping you could help us. I've heard you're pretty good with revenge."
Wedge looked up from his cabinet, grinning. "The best. You've come to the right person, that's for sure."
Jaina smiled.
"Here we go." Wedge said, pulling a data pad and a data card out of the cabinet. "Allow me to present you with the'Antilles' List of Top Revenges and How To Perform Them, Volume 1.1 Revised Edition' . It's the ultimate guide. I've compiled over the years from my experiences with Rogue and Wraith Squadrons. Some of the ones in there are pure genius, if I do say so myself. Lists of what you'll need to perform them are included, and a few clips from the best ones are on the datacard, so you can see them in action." He grinned at them, and Jaina laughed.
"General, you are the greatest!"
Wedge positively beamed. "Now," he said, sobering slightly, his voice lowering, "This is not something you share with anybody, got it? I can't have anyone sharing the secrets of my best pranks with anyone. You do…and, well, I'll pull one far worse than those on the card on you, rest assured."
Jag nodded solemnly. "We won't tell anyone."
"Good."
"If you would excuse us General, we've got some data to review. You've been a great help, Wedge. I owe you one. Or, put it on Dad's tab." Jaina said, rising.
Wedge chuckled. "Will do, Goddess."
***
Jag raised his eyebrows. "Goddess…you're... blonde…"
She glared at him. "Well, shut up, you. And look at your hair- it's nerf herder brown."
He half smiled. "You have a point."
"I always do." She said.
He shook his head. "Well, blonde is a good color on you."
Jaina glared at him again. "This hair color just dropped 10 points off of my IQ! I prefer brown, I really do. Iella's people are giving me eye color inserts, too, and they're doing some other stuff, too. They said they were going to change my hair color, they just didn't say to blonde."
Jag nodded. "I know. I've got to wear hazel eye inserts, and they're covering up my scar. It's weird not seeing the white streak in my hair."
Jaina smiled. "I can't wait till the mission's over and done with."
"Me, too. I hear the rest of the Suns' have gotten some major changes, too. I heard
Kyp's a redhead."
Jaina chuckled. "I can't see Kyp with red hair."
"Nor can I."
Jaina grinned as she sensed a strong, familiar presence approaching. She turned, smiling. "Speak of the Sith, Kyp."
She attempted to choke back a laugh, and she could tell Jag was standing behind her, gaping at Kyp. His hair was a flaming orange red, and extremely close cut, and his face was marred by a thick scar across his chin and lips.
Kyp shot them a lofty look. "I think I look better than you, blondie."
Jaina rolled her eyes.
Kyp shrugged. "It's true. How did we get stuck with double-duty, now?"
Jaina sighed. "Wedge's been sending the Wraiths all over, setting up Resistance cells and such, when I dunno who, but someone discovered a large, well organized Peace Brigade cell on Corellia. Wedge figured that a well-organized team, such as us, was needed to get information to help break up the Peace Brigaders, and also, to help start the Resistance cell on Corellia. He offered it to us Twins, and I figured it would be a nice change of pace. He didn't tell me it entailed this much work."
Kyp arched an eyebrow. "You actually expected him to explain exactly just how much work goes into an Intelligence operation? That would be very un- sneaky and straightforward, not very Antilles at all."
"He has a point, Goddess." Jag commented.
Jaina mock-glared at him. "Whose side are you on anyway?"
"Obviously not yours." Kyp said, smiling.
Jaina rolled her eyes, when her comlink chimed. "That would be my Intel instructor. Catch you guys later?"
Both men nodded.
"Have fun." Jag called after her.
She snorted. "I always do."
***
Jag leaned back, and closed his once green, now hazel eyes. He laced his fingers behind his head, smiling blissfully.
"What are you so happy about, Fel?" a voice jolted him alert.
Jag glanced up at Kyp Durron, who dropped his tray of food on the table and dropped down into the seat across from him.
Jag shrugged. "No reason."
Kyp eyed him suspiciously, but decided not to press the subject. He picked up the eating utensil, and poked at a gelatinous lump of…something. "Someone needs to teach the server droids how to cook real food, this mystery nerf substitute is just plain weird…"
Jag grinned. "We can't complain. Nobody's died from it, or started glowing in the dark."
"Yet." Kyp said, still poking at the glob on his plate.
Jag shook his head, and ran a hand through his now shaggier chocolate hair, when a young woman slammed her tray down on the table, and dropped into a seat next to Jag.
Her bright blue eyes sparked and the short, downy blonde looked positively furious. "Arryn Taeyle. Nice to meet you." She spat.
Jag did a double take. "Great One?"
Jaina sighed irritably. "No, nerf-for-brains. It's Arryn Taeyle for the next few weeks."
"Oh. Right. Well, then, Arryn, it's a pleasure to meet you…I'm…" he winced, trying to recall the name the Intelligence operative had given him. "I'm…Jared…"
Jaina waited expectantly, and Kyp swiftly kicked Jag in the shin, smiling at Jaina the whole time. "Forgive my partner, Arryn. He's just so blown away by your stunning beauty and pleasant nature that he's forgotten his identity, so scrambled his brains are at the sight of such a drop-dead gorgeous chick."
Jaina burst out laughing. "Kyp, you been reading Janson's copy of 'Smooth Talking For Nerfs and Their Herders', as well?"
"Yes, actually, I have." Kyp said coolly. "How did you know?"
She sighed, grumbling something they didn't catch, before picking up her tray and moving to a different table.
Jag straightened up suddenly, the laughter and merriment fading from his face. "I remember what my name is! It's Jared, Jared Taeyle!"
Kyp studied him. "Isn't that Jaina's new name, too?"
Jag reflected. "I'm not sure. Hey, Arryn, come over here."
Jaina mock glared at them again, before gathering her tray and stuff, and returning to her former seat. "What can I do for you?"
"Actually, miss," Jag began, "I never finished introducing myself to you. I'm Jared Taeyle."
Jaina sighed. "Ok, guys, enough of the jokes."
"No, I'm serious," Jag protested.
"So, if I'm Arryn Taeyle,and you're Jared Taeyle, then we're brother and sister?" Jaina asked.
Kyp grinned. "Husband and wife."
*Someone in Intel's having a lot fun with this… *Jaina thought. She grinned. "This will be interesting."
Jag nodded. "Indeed."
"And what, then, is your identity, Kyp?" Jaina asked.
Kyp grinned. "I'm Erik Lanthourpe. At your service."
Jaina smiled. "So, are you single?"
"Of course."
Jag cut in. "Forgetting who we are married to, dear?"
Jaina laughed. "Someone's borderline paranoid and over protective."
"I have a right to be." He replied, winking at her.
***
Kyp Durron-Erik Lanthourpe- stood off to one side of the crowded, noisy refugee ship. He watched as Jag- Jared Taeyle- came up behind Jaina –Arryn Taeyle- and slid his arms around his "wife", whispering something in her ear, before kissing her.
Kyp privately wondered just how much they were acting, or if they were even acting at all. He knew Jag liked Jaina, maybe even loved her, and he thought Jaina felt just as strongly about him.
*I have yet to figure out why they are so secretive…I'm sure everyone's figured it out by now…* he thought.
He bent down to pick up his duffel bag, and he slung it over his shoulder, heading towards the exit ramp.
"Reason for coming to Corellia?" asked the Customs officer.
"Refugee." Kyp said.
"Oh. Well, then, I really don't need to ask you anything else. Can I see your identification cards?" the officer asked.
"Sure." Kyp fished around in a pocket, revealing a data card and a holo card. The Customs official studied it, then nodded. "Enjoy you stay on Corellia, Mr. Lanthourpe. Next."
Kyp shuffled on through the line, looking for a transport to Coronet City.
***
"Planet of origin?" asked the Customs official monotonously.
Jaina squeezed Jag's hand. "Coruscant."
The Customs officer's expression softened. "Is it bad?"
Jaina looked away, and nodded.
Jag spoke up. "They're altering it's orbit, breaking the buildings…our home is totally destroyed…I don't think we'll ever be able to go back…"
"I'm sorry." The Customs officer said.
Jag offered him a tight lipped smile.
"Duration of stay?" asked the officer.
"Unknown." Jag replied. "We're refugees."
The officer nodded. "Do you have identification cards on you?"
Jaina glanced at the officer, and nodded, blue eyes brimming with tears. "Yes," she whispered, pulling out a few cards and papers.
The official looked things over. "Very well. Your papers are in order, Mr. And Mrs. Taeyle. Enjoy your stay on Corellia."
They both nodded, and started to move on.
"Wait," called the official. "If you're looking for the camps, those transports are to your left. To your right are transports to the cities."
"Thanks." Jag said, leading Jaina towards the transports to Coronet City. A few moments later, they sat in a hover taxi, with Jaina snuggled against his side. He smiled, and kissed her forehead, stroking her soft, now blonde hair.
*So far, so good...and this husband/wife thing is rather fun...* Jag thought, smiling.
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