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*Jaina.* Tahiri called through the Force, *Jaina, I need to talk to you. *
The call jolted Jaina from her light sleep, and she found herself surprised that her bond with Tahiri was so strong. *I guess I shouldn't be that surprised, she's technically part of the family, after all. * She slid out of Jag's protective embrace, and off of the bed, curling up in a chair.* What is it, Tahiri? *she sent.
*Jaina, don't go. At least, not right away. Wedge wants to help you guys.* Tahiri thought.
Jaina's eyes widened.*This is a surprise.*
She could almost see the grin Tahiri was projecting. *I think Iella came in and 'talked' some sense into him. I think she's fond of her nephew and his girlfriend. *
*Are you sure that she's not standing up for us out of fear for my dad? If he found out Wedge wouldn't let us go after Jacen, I can guarantee you the galaxy would be short one General Antilles. *
Jaina heard Tahiri's laughter.* You probably are right, Jaina. Back to the point: Wedge has compiled a team, and he wants you guys to come out alive. What are a good set of coordinates we can rendezvous at? *
Jaina rattled off a string of coordinates almost immediately.
*Those aren't familiar to me. Where's that? *Tahiri questioned.
*Alderaan. It's only a short leap from here. *
*Oh. We'll see you soon then, Jaina. *Tahiri sent.* May the Force be with you. *
Jaina laughed. *It always is. *
*Sith, you are a cocky Jedi. *Tahiri thought.
Jaina sent the image of a lopsided Solo grin.* I'm part Corellian, and my dad is Han Solo, I'm entitled to be cocky. It's part of the job description. *
*Be careful, Jaina. I'll see you at the rendezvous. *
Jaina smirked. *Bye, Tahiri.* She stretched, her shoulders popping, and she grinned. *I just might survive this. *
Jag stirred, arms searching for Jaina, and when he found no Jaina, he sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He frowned slightly, looking for her, before he spotted her. "What's up, sweetheart?"
Jaina grinned when he called her 'sweetheart'. "You uncle changed his mind, love. He'll help us out, after all."
Even in the darkness of their room, Jaina could see the widening of Jag's false hazel- colored eyes. "He did? When did you talk to him?"
"I didn't. Tahiri told me. He's getting a whole team to help us!" she whispered excitedly. Jag crossed the room, and she rose to be pulled into a warm embrace. He kissed her forehead, combing his fingers through the thick tangled mass of blonde as she rested her head against his shoulder, smiling blissfully. Jag gently pulled away, and flicked on a few lights. Jaina regarded him curiously.
"I figure we'll want to head out first thing,"' he explained, "And I'm really not that tired anymore. So, I'll pack."
Jaina grinned, and started helping him; gathering up different items. She scanned the room one last time for any listening devices; though if there were any, they would have heard more than enough to ruin the mission. *But, then again, the whole mission is scrapped as it is.* she observed, *So, technically, it doesn't matter. *After checking the readout, and satisfied with the results, she tucked it into a pocket, and sighed. "I can't wait to get this over with. I am so sick of being blonde, you have no idea."
"I think you look pretty no matter what." Jag said, not looking up from his bag, "Although, I will admit, I am sick of my hair and eyes as well."
Jaina nodded, before quickly changing into a pair of combat pants and a black tank top. She cinched a belt loosely around her slender waist, resisting the temptation to clip her lightsaber on, and instead, attached a blaster and a vibroblade. "I- hey, how are we getting off this rock, anyways?"
Jag froze, glancing up at her. He arched an eyebrow. "You're the brains behind this. You tell me."
"Right. I guess we can purchase the cheapest bucket we can find.and, I think Kyp knows we're going after my brother. Well, I guess I really didn't try to be too discreet with it, either." She amended.
Jag smirked at her. "You might want to get a hold of him somehow, then. We'll hook up at the spaceport, and he can tag along."
Jaina nodded, concentrating, when the door chimed. She managed to mask her surprise, and pretended like she knew he was going to be there. "That would be him."
"That was quick."
"I know." She responded.
"Planning answering it, or are you going to leave our guest out in the hallway?" Jag asked.
"I am the goddess here. You get it, manservant."
Jag glared at her, moving away from his bag to answer the door. "Yes, O Great One."
"I don't need any of your lip, faithful manservant." She shot back, grinning.
Jag rolled his hazel eyes, and the door slid open to reveal a tall, red headed man. Jag motioned him in, the door sliding shut behind him.
"Hi, Kyp!" Jaina exclaimed, giving the older man a hug. "Everything going alright?"
Kyp offered her a tightlipped smile. "As good as it could be, considering the events of the evening."
Jaina sighed, leaning back against Jag's chest as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Well, anyways, we're leaving soon. To." * Alderaan. * she explained silently to Kyp, just in case there were any eavesdroppers.
Kyp nodded.
"To where?" Jag whispered in her ear.
Jaina twisted around in his arms. "To Alderaan, husband dearest." She winked a bright blue eye at him, enjoying calling him 'husband'. She stretched up for a kiss, and sensed Kyp's amusement, as he hid a smile behind a hand. Jaina waited a few more moments, savoring the feel of Jag's strong arms around her, and the taste of his lips on hers, before she slid out of his embrace, whirling to face Kyp. "Something funny, mortal?"
He grinned openly. "No, of course not, O Great One."
Jaina narrowed her eyes. "Good. Are we set to go?"
Jag swept his gaze across the room. "I do believe so, Arryn."
"Great. Let's move, boys."
Jag extended his arm to her, and she looped hers through it. "Kyp, will you get our bags?"
Kyp snorted. "The things I put up with for you and your charades." The two bags floated to him, and he swung them over his shoulders. "I have a hovertaxi waiting already."
"Good." Jaina said, smiling at Jag.
He returned the smile, just barely noticeably, but she could sense his amusement at making Kyp the bellboy. They led the way, down the turbolift and to the waiting hovertaxi outside. Kyp opened the door, tossing their bags in the back, and allowed Jag and Jaina to enter the inside, never releasing their hands. Jag sat down in a corner, and Jaina pressed herself along his side, snuggling as close to him as possible.
"Spaceport." Kyp instructed, climbing in behind them.
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Tahiri bit her lip nervously, her emerald eyes darting across the hangar bay. Face strolled up along side of her, whistling. Tahiri shot him a frown. "Why are you so happy?"
"No reason. Why can't a guy whistle?" he returned.
Tahiri shrugged.
"We're almost ready to go." Face informed her.
"Sounds good." She replied.
"You nervous?" he asked.
"No. When we went to Coruscant, then I was nervous. It's not like we're doing anything of that magnitude, either. I just.have a bad feeling about this mission."
Face snorted. "How many times have I head that line?"
Tahiri glared at him. "I'm serious!"
Face smiled, and produced a datapad. "I just need you to recheck these figures real quick, and we'll be on our merry little way."
Tahiri accepted the datapad, and studied it. "Looks good to me.I'm not one for starships, though, so you might want to check with Janson or Kell or someone who knows what they're doing."
Face shrugged. "I trust you. Well, then, let's get a move on it, shall we?" He whistled loud and sharp, causing the commotion around the hangar to freeze. People turned to observe Face. "Listen up, everybody! I want us out of here in 10 minutes- so everyone, packs in the cargo holds, find a seat, strap down and shut up, we've got a person to save."
With that, everyone rocked back into motion, the thirty or so people crowding the Special Operations hangar bay returning to action. Tahiri clambered up the ramp and headed into the sleek freighter that would be serving as their transportation. Wedge had decided that a fair mix of Jedi would masquerade as Peace Brigaders, and the others would be Yuuzhan Vong warriors pretending to have been attacked by a large number of Jedi, and left to drift in space in the shattered remains of their ship, when a band of Peace Brigaders scouting the area happened by. Mara Jade, Tahiri Veila, Kell Tainer, Zekk, Corran Horn, Sharr Latt, and Ganner Rhysode would be portraying the Yuuzhan Vong warriors, with Face, Lowbacca, Alema Rar, Piggy, and Wes Janson playing the part of the Peace Brigaders. When they would meet up with Jaina and Jag, Jaina would become a Vong, Jag a Brigader, and Kyp a Brigader as well. Face sighed.* Hopefully, this will turn out ok, and they'll buy the story.rather, all we need for them is to believe us just enough to let us get close enough to Solo to get him out of there. *
Wedge Antilles approached Face. "All set?"
Face nodded. "You bet, boss."
Wedge regarded him a moment, before saluting. "I expect you to return in one piece, Face. And with the rest of the team, please."
Face grinned. "Of course, General." He returned the salute, then followed Wedge's gaze to where the members of the team boarded the freighter.
Wedge turned back to him after a moment, expression serious. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Which is, exactly, what? You've been a part of two separate rebellions, resigned your commission to chase after Imperials, risked your life a thousand times over-"
"Alright, I get the point. Let me rephrase: be careful. No unnecessary risks, Face." Wedge said, scowling with mock-anger.
"I hear you, Wedge. I'm a Wraith. We're always careful." He responded.
Wedge just laughed.
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Jaina frowned down at the controls, trying to orient herself with the unfamiliar, ancient system. Jag had found the cheap little junk bucket near the spaceport, and it was affordable and hyperspace capable, so it would suffice.* If we got into a lightfight, though, that would be a different story.* she thought. Jag dropped in besides her, situating himself with the control panel as well.
After a few moments of careful evaluation, Jaina hesitantly pulled a lever, and was rewarded with the hum of firing engines. Now more confident, she started flipping switches, and had Jag clear them for departure.
Kyp dropped into a chair behind them, fastening his crash webbing. "Cute little bucket of bolts you picked out, Mr. Fel."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Durron. I thought it was quite the bargain, considering we had limited access to cred accounts and we were portraying poor refugees. And if the repulorlifts worked a little bit better, and our nav computer was 100% reliable, and the food-prep unit had a slightly larger selection menu, I'd say we got quite the steal." Jag responded, not looking up from his controls.
Kyp snorted a laugh. "Quite the steal, huh? Blaster bolts, Mr. Fel, I wouldn't even bother stealing a Xanatar model this ancient!"
"Guys, shut up," Jaina said, "You should be glad that we were able to get off this rock in the first place, and if you don't shut up, you will ruin my concentration and send us plummeting to Corellia. Not a good thing, I assure you."
Kyp and Jag complied, and Jaina grinned. * It is good to be a goddess. *
"You got those nav coordinates for our jump yet, Jag?" she asked, breaking the silence.
Jag nodded, "I'm rechecking them, though, just because I'm not sure I trust this thing anymore than I would a rancor."
Jaina smiled. "Well, hurry up, we're waiting."
Jag turned to face her and bowed in his chair as far as he could go with the crash restraints on. "Of course, Goddess. Right on it."
Jaina grinned at him, and he couldn't resist smiling back at her. *She tends to have one of those infectious smiles. *he noted, turning back to his work.
Several moments later, he nodded, satisfied. "Do you want to check these over, Goddess, or do you trust my math?"
"I trust your abilities, Jag. You can lay the course in." she said.
"Good to go." Jag stated, looking up from his terminal.
Jaina nodded, and pulled another lever, the stars streaking into the familiar lines of hyperspace.
Kyp stood up and stretched. "Well, guys, since somebody deprived me of any chance to sleep tonight, I'm going to go catch some shut eye before the mission."
"Good night, Kyp." Jaina said softly.
"Sleep well." Jag added.
Kyp grinned at them. "You two, remember now, you guys aren't married any more. That mission's been scrubbed." He darted out the door before they could respond.
Jaina shot a sideways glance at Jag, whose eyebrows were raised. She shook her head. "I'd kill him, but I need every help I can get, so I guess we can kill him after the mission."
"Sounds like a plan." Jag answered softly, locking his eyes with hers. "Are we done with this mission?"
Jaina nodded, a questioning look on her face. She watched Jag give her a small half smile, and then walk to his bag. He pulled out two things, a flimsy pouch and a small container of sorts. She observed as he ducked into the refresher, and she sighed, kicking off her boots and swinging her feet onto the dash. She sighed, and closed her eyes, settling in for the jump to Alderaan. She heard a door swish open behind her, and she twisted around to watch Jag emerge from the refresher. Her eyes lit up when she saw he'd reverted back to his normal hair color, jet black, even with the white streak above his right brow. He turned to her, a slight smile playing across his lips. "Much better?"
She locked her still blue-eyed gaze with his now pale green one. She nodded. "Though you look handsome no matter what."
He was putting something in his bag, and he shot her a glance over his shoulder, a smile lighting his features. She rose, crossing over to him, and he wrapped her in a hug. "So, are you sure this mission's over?" he whispered.
Jaina glanced up at him curiously. "I think so. Why?"
"I enjoyed being your husband, even for the, what, couple of days we were 'married'." He said softly, meeting her gaze.
Not really sure what to say, Jaina pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss. "And I enjoyed being your wife," she whispered before he caught her lips in another kiss. "I-" she started to say, but was cut off by another long kiss.
"Do you think it's safe to be open about us?" he asked, breaking the silence.
She shrugged uncomfortably. "Probably not."
His face remained emotionless, but in his emerald eyes she could see the disappointment. *He hates hiding this at least as much as I do. *she thought, standing there as he moved to his copilot's chair. She sighed, and followed him, sitting down in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, and studied the star streaks outside the viewport. "Are we there yet?"
Jaina turned to him, horrified. "You sound like Janson! Stop it!"
Jag grinned. "How bout now?"
She leapt out of his lap, and jumped into her seat. "No!" she said, covering her ears.
He laughed, and stretched out, kicking his feet up onto the control panel. "Are you sure?"
"I'm not listening!" she exclaimed, humming a little tune.
Jag chuckled.* This could be a long trip.* he thought with a mischievous grin.
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*Jaina.* Tahiri called through the Force, *Jaina, I need to talk to you. *
The call jolted Jaina from her light sleep, and she found herself surprised that her bond with Tahiri was so strong. *I guess I shouldn't be that surprised, she's technically part of the family, after all. * She slid out of Jag's protective embrace, and off of the bed, curling up in a chair.* What is it, Tahiri? *she sent.
*Jaina, don't go. At least, not right away. Wedge wants to help you guys.* Tahiri thought.
Jaina's eyes widened.*This is a surprise.*
She could almost see the grin Tahiri was projecting. *I think Iella came in and 'talked' some sense into him. I think she's fond of her nephew and his girlfriend. *
*Are you sure that she's not standing up for us out of fear for my dad? If he found out Wedge wouldn't let us go after Jacen, I can guarantee you the galaxy would be short one General Antilles. *
Jaina heard Tahiri's laughter.* You probably are right, Jaina. Back to the point: Wedge has compiled a team, and he wants you guys to come out alive. What are a good set of coordinates we can rendezvous at? *
Jaina rattled off a string of coordinates almost immediately.
*Those aren't familiar to me. Where's that? *Tahiri questioned.
*Alderaan. It's only a short leap from here. *
*Oh. We'll see you soon then, Jaina. *Tahiri sent.* May the Force be with you. *
Jaina laughed. *It always is. *
*Sith, you are a cocky Jedi. *Tahiri thought.
Jaina sent the image of a lopsided Solo grin.* I'm part Corellian, and my dad is Han Solo, I'm entitled to be cocky. It's part of the job description. *
*Be careful, Jaina. I'll see you at the rendezvous. *
Jaina smirked. *Bye, Tahiri.* She stretched, her shoulders popping, and she grinned. *I just might survive this. *
Jag stirred, arms searching for Jaina, and when he found no Jaina, he sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He frowned slightly, looking for her, before he spotted her. "What's up, sweetheart?"
Jaina grinned when he called her 'sweetheart'. "You uncle changed his mind, love. He'll help us out, after all."
Even in the darkness of their room, Jaina could see the widening of Jag's false hazel- colored eyes. "He did? When did you talk to him?"
"I didn't. Tahiri told me. He's getting a whole team to help us!" she whispered excitedly. Jag crossed the room, and she rose to be pulled into a warm embrace. He kissed her forehead, combing his fingers through the thick tangled mass of blonde as she rested her head against his shoulder, smiling blissfully. Jag gently pulled away, and flicked on a few lights. Jaina regarded him curiously.
"I figure we'll want to head out first thing,"' he explained, "And I'm really not that tired anymore. So, I'll pack."
Jaina grinned, and started helping him; gathering up different items. She scanned the room one last time for any listening devices; though if there were any, they would have heard more than enough to ruin the mission. *But, then again, the whole mission is scrapped as it is.* she observed, *So, technically, it doesn't matter. *After checking the readout, and satisfied with the results, she tucked it into a pocket, and sighed. "I can't wait to get this over with. I am so sick of being blonde, you have no idea."
"I think you look pretty no matter what." Jag said, not looking up from his bag, "Although, I will admit, I am sick of my hair and eyes as well."
Jaina nodded, before quickly changing into a pair of combat pants and a black tank top. She cinched a belt loosely around her slender waist, resisting the temptation to clip her lightsaber on, and instead, attached a blaster and a vibroblade. "I- hey, how are we getting off this rock, anyways?"
Jag froze, glancing up at her. He arched an eyebrow. "You're the brains behind this. You tell me."
"Right. I guess we can purchase the cheapest bucket we can find.and, I think Kyp knows we're going after my brother. Well, I guess I really didn't try to be too discreet with it, either." She amended.
Jag smirked at her. "You might want to get a hold of him somehow, then. We'll hook up at the spaceport, and he can tag along."
Jaina nodded, concentrating, when the door chimed. She managed to mask her surprise, and pretended like she knew he was going to be there. "That would be him."
"That was quick."
"I know." She responded.
"Planning answering it, or are you going to leave our guest out in the hallway?" Jag asked.
"I am the goddess here. You get it, manservant."
Jag glared at her, moving away from his bag to answer the door. "Yes, O Great One."
"I don't need any of your lip, faithful manservant." She shot back, grinning.
Jag rolled his hazel eyes, and the door slid open to reveal a tall, red headed man. Jag motioned him in, the door sliding shut behind him.
"Hi, Kyp!" Jaina exclaimed, giving the older man a hug. "Everything going alright?"
Kyp offered her a tightlipped smile. "As good as it could be, considering the events of the evening."
Jaina sighed, leaning back against Jag's chest as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Well, anyways, we're leaving soon. To." * Alderaan. * she explained silently to Kyp, just in case there were any eavesdroppers.
Kyp nodded.
"To where?" Jag whispered in her ear.
Jaina twisted around in his arms. "To Alderaan, husband dearest." She winked a bright blue eye at him, enjoying calling him 'husband'. She stretched up for a kiss, and sensed Kyp's amusement, as he hid a smile behind a hand. Jaina waited a few more moments, savoring the feel of Jag's strong arms around her, and the taste of his lips on hers, before she slid out of his embrace, whirling to face Kyp. "Something funny, mortal?"
He grinned openly. "No, of course not, O Great One."
Jaina narrowed her eyes. "Good. Are we set to go?"
Jag swept his gaze across the room. "I do believe so, Arryn."
"Great. Let's move, boys."
Jag extended his arm to her, and she looped hers through it. "Kyp, will you get our bags?"
Kyp snorted. "The things I put up with for you and your charades." The two bags floated to him, and he swung them over his shoulders. "I have a hovertaxi waiting already."
"Good." Jaina said, smiling at Jag.
He returned the smile, just barely noticeably, but she could sense his amusement at making Kyp the bellboy. They led the way, down the turbolift and to the waiting hovertaxi outside. Kyp opened the door, tossing their bags in the back, and allowed Jag and Jaina to enter the inside, never releasing their hands. Jag sat down in a corner, and Jaina pressed herself along his side, snuggling as close to him as possible.
"Spaceport." Kyp instructed, climbing in behind them.
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Tahiri bit her lip nervously, her emerald eyes darting across the hangar bay. Face strolled up along side of her, whistling. Tahiri shot him a frown. "Why are you so happy?"
"No reason. Why can't a guy whistle?" he returned.
Tahiri shrugged.
"We're almost ready to go." Face informed her.
"Sounds good." She replied.
"You nervous?" he asked.
"No. When we went to Coruscant, then I was nervous. It's not like we're doing anything of that magnitude, either. I just.have a bad feeling about this mission."
Face snorted. "How many times have I head that line?"
Tahiri glared at him. "I'm serious!"
Face smiled, and produced a datapad. "I just need you to recheck these figures real quick, and we'll be on our merry little way."
Tahiri accepted the datapad, and studied it. "Looks good to me.I'm not one for starships, though, so you might want to check with Janson or Kell or someone who knows what they're doing."
Face shrugged. "I trust you. Well, then, let's get a move on it, shall we?" He whistled loud and sharp, causing the commotion around the hangar to freeze. People turned to observe Face. "Listen up, everybody! I want us out of here in 10 minutes- so everyone, packs in the cargo holds, find a seat, strap down and shut up, we've got a person to save."
With that, everyone rocked back into motion, the thirty or so people crowding the Special Operations hangar bay returning to action. Tahiri clambered up the ramp and headed into the sleek freighter that would be serving as their transportation. Wedge had decided that a fair mix of Jedi would masquerade as Peace Brigaders, and the others would be Yuuzhan Vong warriors pretending to have been attacked by a large number of Jedi, and left to drift in space in the shattered remains of their ship, when a band of Peace Brigaders scouting the area happened by. Mara Jade, Tahiri Veila, Kell Tainer, Zekk, Corran Horn, Sharr Latt, and Ganner Rhysode would be portraying the Yuuzhan Vong warriors, with Face, Lowbacca, Alema Rar, Piggy, and Wes Janson playing the part of the Peace Brigaders. When they would meet up with Jaina and Jag, Jaina would become a Vong, Jag a Brigader, and Kyp a Brigader as well. Face sighed.* Hopefully, this will turn out ok, and they'll buy the story.rather, all we need for them is to believe us just enough to let us get close enough to Solo to get him out of there. *
Wedge Antilles approached Face. "All set?"
Face nodded. "You bet, boss."
Wedge regarded him a moment, before saluting. "I expect you to return in one piece, Face. And with the rest of the team, please."
Face grinned. "Of course, General." He returned the salute, then followed Wedge's gaze to where the members of the team boarded the freighter.
Wedge turned back to him after a moment, expression serious. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Which is, exactly, what? You've been a part of two separate rebellions, resigned your commission to chase after Imperials, risked your life a thousand times over-"
"Alright, I get the point. Let me rephrase: be careful. No unnecessary risks, Face." Wedge said, scowling with mock-anger.
"I hear you, Wedge. I'm a Wraith. We're always careful." He responded.
Wedge just laughed.
***
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Jaina frowned down at the controls, trying to orient herself with the unfamiliar, ancient system. Jag had found the cheap little junk bucket near the spaceport, and it was affordable and hyperspace capable, so it would suffice.* If we got into a lightfight, though, that would be a different story.* she thought. Jag dropped in besides her, situating himself with the control panel as well.
After a few moments of careful evaluation, Jaina hesitantly pulled a lever, and was rewarded with the hum of firing engines. Now more confident, she started flipping switches, and had Jag clear them for departure.
Kyp dropped into a chair behind them, fastening his crash webbing. "Cute little bucket of bolts you picked out, Mr. Fel."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Durron. I thought it was quite the bargain, considering we had limited access to cred accounts and we were portraying poor refugees. And if the repulorlifts worked a little bit better, and our nav computer was 100% reliable, and the food-prep unit had a slightly larger selection menu, I'd say we got quite the steal." Jag responded, not looking up from his controls.
Kyp snorted a laugh. "Quite the steal, huh? Blaster bolts, Mr. Fel, I wouldn't even bother stealing a Xanatar model this ancient!"
"Guys, shut up," Jaina said, "You should be glad that we were able to get off this rock in the first place, and if you don't shut up, you will ruin my concentration and send us plummeting to Corellia. Not a good thing, I assure you."
Kyp and Jag complied, and Jaina grinned. * It is good to be a goddess. *
"You got those nav coordinates for our jump yet, Jag?" she asked, breaking the silence.
Jag nodded, "I'm rechecking them, though, just because I'm not sure I trust this thing anymore than I would a rancor."
Jaina smiled. "Well, hurry up, we're waiting."
Jag turned to face her and bowed in his chair as far as he could go with the crash restraints on. "Of course, Goddess. Right on it."
Jaina grinned at him, and he couldn't resist smiling back at her. *She tends to have one of those infectious smiles. *he noted, turning back to his work.
Several moments later, he nodded, satisfied. "Do you want to check these over, Goddess, or do you trust my math?"
"I trust your abilities, Jag. You can lay the course in." she said.
"Good to go." Jag stated, looking up from his terminal.
Jaina nodded, and pulled another lever, the stars streaking into the familiar lines of hyperspace.
Kyp stood up and stretched. "Well, guys, since somebody deprived me of any chance to sleep tonight, I'm going to go catch some shut eye before the mission."
"Good night, Kyp." Jaina said softly.
"Sleep well." Jag added.
Kyp grinned at them. "You two, remember now, you guys aren't married any more. That mission's been scrubbed." He darted out the door before they could respond.
Jaina shot a sideways glance at Jag, whose eyebrows were raised. She shook her head. "I'd kill him, but I need every help I can get, so I guess we can kill him after the mission."
"Sounds like a plan." Jag answered softly, locking his eyes with hers. "Are we done with this mission?"
Jaina nodded, a questioning look on her face. She watched Jag give her a small half smile, and then walk to his bag. He pulled out two things, a flimsy pouch and a small container of sorts. She observed as he ducked into the refresher, and she sighed, kicking off her boots and swinging her feet onto the dash. She sighed, and closed her eyes, settling in for the jump to Alderaan. She heard a door swish open behind her, and she twisted around to watch Jag emerge from the refresher. Her eyes lit up when she saw he'd reverted back to his normal hair color, jet black, even with the white streak above his right brow. He turned to her, a slight smile playing across his lips. "Much better?"
She locked her still blue-eyed gaze with his now pale green one. She nodded. "Though you look handsome no matter what."
He was putting something in his bag, and he shot her a glance over his shoulder, a smile lighting his features. She rose, crossing over to him, and he wrapped her in a hug. "So, are you sure this mission's over?" he whispered.
Jaina glanced up at him curiously. "I think so. Why?"
"I enjoyed being your husband, even for the, what, couple of days we were 'married'." He said softly, meeting her gaze.
Not really sure what to say, Jaina pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss. "And I enjoyed being your wife," she whispered before he caught her lips in another kiss. "I-" she started to say, but was cut off by another long kiss.
"Do you think it's safe to be open about us?" he asked, breaking the silence.
She shrugged uncomfortably. "Probably not."
His face remained emotionless, but in his emerald eyes she could see the disappointment. *He hates hiding this at least as much as I do. *she thought, standing there as he moved to his copilot's chair. She sighed, and followed him, sitting down in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, and studied the star streaks outside the viewport. "Are we there yet?"
Jaina turned to him, horrified. "You sound like Janson! Stop it!"
Jag grinned. "How bout now?"
She leapt out of his lap, and jumped into her seat. "No!" she said, covering her ears.
He laughed, and stretched out, kicking his feet up onto the control panel. "Are you sure?"
"I'm not listening!" she exclaimed, humming a little tune.
Jag chuckled.* This could be a long trip.* he thought with a mischievous grin.
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