Jaina's Journal_Entry # 9
Fire & Ice
By obi's girl
Long after most of the family had left, I smiled, playing with the ring on my finger. Jag, who had been talking to Jacen, turned to me and smiled. I smiled back as he excused himself from my brother and stood beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist. If dad were still here, he'd probably pry Jag away from me. I've always been his little girl, but this war, it's changed everyone, even me. And possibly my future. I turned to Jag and kissed his cheek.
"I was thinking about talking to my father to smooth things over. Will you be all right here, by yourself?" he asked, his smile disappearing.
I shrugged, "I'll be fine. Talk to your father." I paused, hesitant to go on, "I don't want to lose you again, Jag." He leaned down and kissed my forehead before taking his leave. I smiled, watching him leave suddenly looking at my brothers. I knew they had been watching me. I rolled my eyes, beckoning them both over.
"You two looked really serious --- really serious. Should we be worried?" Jacen asked, glancing his younger brother.
I shrugged, sitting down and grabbing myself a drink, "Not really. Not yet anyway." Jacen & Anakin's eyes bolted up, the same question on their minds but before either of them had the chance to ask I left, heading towards the lounge. As before, I played with the ring around my finger. What it be such a bad thing if I decided to marry Jag? I stopped, closing my eyes, remembering my first encounter with Jag, but also hoping, somewhere, I saw him in my future.
~~ At the head of a dozen blue-skinned Chiss came a human walking along with a crisp formality to his step. Taller than she was, but not as tall as Ganner, he had a wiry muscularity about him that his black uniform could not hide. His black hair traced the line of a scar that started as his right eyebrow and ran back into his hair. His pale green eyes seemed tinged with a chill that matched his manner. Only the red stripes along his pants legs and cuffing his sleeves seemed at odds with solemnity.
He mounted the dais at a step, leaving the Chiss in their white uniforms to file along the front of the platform and stand at attention. He bowed sharply to the Relal Tawron and shook his hand. The Ithorian high priest turned to introduce him to Borsk Fey'lya, but the Chiss leader bypassed the chief of state and the rest of his cabinet. He marched along until he met Admiral Kre`frey, again executed a stiffly formal bow, and shook hands. He repeated this process with Colonel Darklighter and Luke Skywalker.
As he moved down the line, gasps and hubbub began to rise in the crowd. It increased as he bowed before Wedge, then smiled and allowed the older man to enfold him in a hug. Before Jaina could figure out what was happening there, the Chiss leader greeted Admiral Pellaeon. Ignoring the Remnant moffs, the young man then stepped off the front of the dais.
He's coming straight at me!
He drew himself up before her, straight of limb and muscularity taut, then snapped his head and upper body forward in a bow that was not as deep as that given the others, but was nonetheless respectful. "I am Jagged Fel." He straightened, and she started to blush as his green-eyed gaze raked her over. "A Jedi too. Fascinating."
Jaina blinked. "Too?"
"In addition to being a superior pilot. You are a difficult kill."
She wasn't sure why, but she smiled at him. "You meant that as a compliment."
Jag Fel nodded. "Among the Chiss it is high praise indeed. I was only a bit better than you at your age." ~~
**
~~ That he was handsome there was no disputing, and the cockiness, which was backed by fantastic skill as a pilot, had its charm. She admired the way he'd stood up to the New Republic politicians - most of whom disgusted her because of the way they treated her mother. Even the Imperial formality was attractive in a quaint sort of way.
I wonder if my mother saw my father that same way?
The second that thought occurred to her she pulled her hand back from Fel's shoulder abruptly. Oh no, I am not going to let myself fall for some guy who thinks grim is the normal state of being. Not the time or place to even be thinking about it. ~~
**
Jagged Fel --a hot shot pilot, smooth, mystery - he even bypassed those annoying politicians to meet me. Maybe this was the guy I was supposed to spend the rest of life with? I mean, when I was younger, Zekk never even gave me the time of day, always brushing me aside later when it was convenient to pick up the pieces but Jag, he was different. He wasn't like other guys.
I grabbed the chain around my neck and examined the ring he gave me. Forever.
~~I smiled, kissing his cheek, looking at the silver ring. It had some markings on it. They looked like hieroglyphs. I rested my head in his shoulder, examining the ring. "It's beautiful. What does it mean? The hieroglyphs?"
He pointed to a couple of them and smiled, "This one means forever..." next he pointed to two stick people, holding hands, accented by a sun above their heads. "Forever soulmates, bonded by time and love. A love that will last forever." ~~
**
Forever didn't sound that bad. But if I did accept Jag's proposal, it would have been because of the romanticism associated with war. Throughout history, there was always a hero to rescue a damsel in distress and sweep her off her feet, something that didn't happen to Jag and I. Besides, I swept him off his feet, beating him at that sparring match. I laughed at that thought.
But marriage, a life together, a family - was I ready for that? Better question, was Jag ready for that?
I frowned, looking at the other symbols on the ring. Forever. Was it worth it?
**
Jag huffed, straightening his suit a bit before entering his father's office, the Rogue Squadron lent him while he was staying on Coruscant. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. It wasn't easy the first time around. The painful words they shared before his leaving Chiss...It brought his mother to tears and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her. Jag knocked the door, clearing his throat.
The Baron gazed up from his desk and smiled lightly at Jag as he entered the office. Jag smiled hello at him before sitting down. "I'm glad you came, son. We need to talk."
He nodded, understanding. "I know. This has been going on long enough, and it needs to stop."
Soontir smiled, leaning back on his chair. "I agree. Jag, I know you want to help here, and I commend you for that but we all know this a war no one can win..."
"Wait a minute, It thought you said you agreed me? Now, you're saying there's no hope and we should just give up and surrender to the Vong?"
He nodded no, smiling partially. "Jag, you know you don't belong here. The Chiss and the Republic...for a long time, they were enemies. The Republic looked down on us; Thrawn saw to that."
Jag laughed shocking his father. "But we can change that, dad. It doesn't have to be like the old Days."
"I suppose it's that Jedi gurl, that's twisted your mind."
Oh, that was it! Jag abruptly stood up, scowling deeply, his eyes narrowed on his father. "You keep her out of this! She has nothing to do with my change of attitude."
Soontir raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, standing up facing Jag. "Believe me, she has allot to deal with your change of attitude."
"I said, keep her out of this! This is between you and me; no scapegoats to blame. Just us."
"You don't belong here. Return home to Chiss." He stated with no emotion, "Stop this before it gets out of hand."
Jag laughed again, "I'm not leaving, but I think maybe you should. If you believe so deeply I don't belong here, that's your opinion. But I do belong here, and I'm not leaving her."
"Jag..."
He nodded, turning on his heel and marching out of the office leaving his father dumbfounded.
**
Jaina Solo-Fel. Nah! Not hyphenated; it's too complicated. Jaina Solo Fel. That sounds worse. Oh I know, Jaina Fel. That has a night ring to it. Jaina Fel. Mrs. and Mr. Fel. The wife of Jagged Fel. Ooh, that sounds good. No, no, no. Mrs. Jaina Fel. Mrs. Fel.
I know I'm ahead of myself but Jag was right. It could take years before an armistice, or until the Vong finally decide to give up and leave.
No, it's a definite. Jaina Fel, the wife of Colonel Jagged Fel. Now, that sounds really good! Wife of, especially. It gives it more power and emphasis.
**
"Jag, wait!" Soontir yelled after him as he started down the hall.
Jag turned to him and scowled, crossing his arms as several other pilots exited their rooms to see what the commotion was about. "Go ahead, dad. You have everyone's attention. Tell me how I've made a mistake coming here, in front of everybody!"
"I've already lost one son to war, I won't lose another. You have to understand where I'm coming from, son. And it isn't just me; it's your mother too. Losing your brother made her more protective of you and your sister. She sent me here to talk some sense into you and convince you to come home."
He frowned, glancing at the faces of the many pilots. Thankfully, Jaina wasn't amongst them. Jag gazed back at his father and huffed, "Then tell her she doesn't have to worry. I know how to take care of myself, and I'm not alone. I have family here, and I'll say it again - I'm not leaving Sticks."
Soontir nodded, smiling partly. "I didn't think you would. You've always been stubborn like that." He paused, "You really like this gurl, don't you?"
Jag shrugged, "Let's put it this way, I fell for her. She beat me at a sparring challenge, and pinned me."
"Jag, if you're going to stay here then there's nothing I can do about it. I'm not going to stop you or try to change your mind. That's pretty much pointless but I do ask that you try to separate your feelings and what you know is right."
He smiled back at him, "Thanks, dad." And left, as several of the pilots applauded Jag.
TBC
Fire & Ice
By obi's girl
Long after most of the family had left, I smiled, playing with the ring on my finger. Jag, who had been talking to Jacen, turned to me and smiled. I smiled back as he excused himself from my brother and stood beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist. If dad were still here, he'd probably pry Jag away from me. I've always been his little girl, but this war, it's changed everyone, even me. And possibly my future. I turned to Jag and kissed his cheek.
"I was thinking about talking to my father to smooth things over. Will you be all right here, by yourself?" he asked, his smile disappearing.
I shrugged, "I'll be fine. Talk to your father." I paused, hesitant to go on, "I don't want to lose you again, Jag." He leaned down and kissed my forehead before taking his leave. I smiled, watching him leave suddenly looking at my brothers. I knew they had been watching me. I rolled my eyes, beckoning them both over.
"You two looked really serious --- really serious. Should we be worried?" Jacen asked, glancing his younger brother.
I shrugged, sitting down and grabbing myself a drink, "Not really. Not yet anyway." Jacen & Anakin's eyes bolted up, the same question on their minds but before either of them had the chance to ask I left, heading towards the lounge. As before, I played with the ring around my finger. What it be such a bad thing if I decided to marry Jag? I stopped, closing my eyes, remembering my first encounter with Jag, but also hoping, somewhere, I saw him in my future.
~~ At the head of a dozen blue-skinned Chiss came a human walking along with a crisp formality to his step. Taller than she was, but not as tall as Ganner, he had a wiry muscularity about him that his black uniform could not hide. His black hair traced the line of a scar that started as his right eyebrow and ran back into his hair. His pale green eyes seemed tinged with a chill that matched his manner. Only the red stripes along his pants legs and cuffing his sleeves seemed at odds with solemnity.
He mounted the dais at a step, leaving the Chiss in their white uniforms to file along the front of the platform and stand at attention. He bowed sharply to the Relal Tawron and shook his hand. The Ithorian high priest turned to introduce him to Borsk Fey'lya, but the Chiss leader bypassed the chief of state and the rest of his cabinet. He marched along until he met Admiral Kre`frey, again executed a stiffly formal bow, and shook hands. He repeated this process with Colonel Darklighter and Luke Skywalker.
As he moved down the line, gasps and hubbub began to rise in the crowd. It increased as he bowed before Wedge, then smiled and allowed the older man to enfold him in a hug. Before Jaina could figure out what was happening there, the Chiss leader greeted Admiral Pellaeon. Ignoring the Remnant moffs, the young man then stepped off the front of the dais.
He's coming straight at me!
He drew himself up before her, straight of limb and muscularity taut, then snapped his head and upper body forward in a bow that was not as deep as that given the others, but was nonetheless respectful. "I am Jagged Fel." He straightened, and she started to blush as his green-eyed gaze raked her over. "A Jedi too. Fascinating."
Jaina blinked. "Too?"
"In addition to being a superior pilot. You are a difficult kill."
She wasn't sure why, but she smiled at him. "You meant that as a compliment."
Jag Fel nodded. "Among the Chiss it is high praise indeed. I was only a bit better than you at your age." ~~
**
~~ That he was handsome there was no disputing, and the cockiness, which was backed by fantastic skill as a pilot, had its charm. She admired the way he'd stood up to the New Republic politicians - most of whom disgusted her because of the way they treated her mother. Even the Imperial formality was attractive in a quaint sort of way.
I wonder if my mother saw my father that same way?
The second that thought occurred to her she pulled her hand back from Fel's shoulder abruptly. Oh no, I am not going to let myself fall for some guy who thinks grim is the normal state of being. Not the time or place to even be thinking about it. ~~
**
Jagged Fel --a hot shot pilot, smooth, mystery - he even bypassed those annoying politicians to meet me. Maybe this was the guy I was supposed to spend the rest of life with? I mean, when I was younger, Zekk never even gave me the time of day, always brushing me aside later when it was convenient to pick up the pieces but Jag, he was different. He wasn't like other guys.
I grabbed the chain around my neck and examined the ring he gave me. Forever.
~~I smiled, kissing his cheek, looking at the silver ring. It had some markings on it. They looked like hieroglyphs. I rested my head in his shoulder, examining the ring. "It's beautiful. What does it mean? The hieroglyphs?"
He pointed to a couple of them and smiled, "This one means forever..." next he pointed to two stick people, holding hands, accented by a sun above their heads. "Forever soulmates, bonded by time and love. A love that will last forever." ~~
**
Forever didn't sound that bad. But if I did accept Jag's proposal, it would have been because of the romanticism associated with war. Throughout history, there was always a hero to rescue a damsel in distress and sweep her off her feet, something that didn't happen to Jag and I. Besides, I swept him off his feet, beating him at that sparring match. I laughed at that thought.
But marriage, a life together, a family - was I ready for that? Better question, was Jag ready for that?
I frowned, looking at the other symbols on the ring. Forever. Was it worth it?
**
Jag huffed, straightening his suit a bit before entering his father's office, the Rogue Squadron lent him while he was staying on Coruscant. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. It wasn't easy the first time around. The painful words they shared before his leaving Chiss...It brought his mother to tears and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her. Jag knocked the door, clearing his throat.
The Baron gazed up from his desk and smiled lightly at Jag as he entered the office. Jag smiled hello at him before sitting down. "I'm glad you came, son. We need to talk."
He nodded, understanding. "I know. This has been going on long enough, and it needs to stop."
Soontir smiled, leaning back on his chair. "I agree. Jag, I know you want to help here, and I commend you for that but we all know this a war no one can win..."
"Wait a minute, It thought you said you agreed me? Now, you're saying there's no hope and we should just give up and surrender to the Vong?"
He nodded no, smiling partially. "Jag, you know you don't belong here. The Chiss and the Republic...for a long time, they were enemies. The Republic looked down on us; Thrawn saw to that."
Jag laughed shocking his father. "But we can change that, dad. It doesn't have to be like the old Days."
"I suppose it's that Jedi gurl, that's twisted your mind."
Oh, that was it! Jag abruptly stood up, scowling deeply, his eyes narrowed on his father. "You keep her out of this! She has nothing to do with my change of attitude."
Soontir raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, standing up facing Jag. "Believe me, she has allot to deal with your change of attitude."
"I said, keep her out of this! This is between you and me; no scapegoats to blame. Just us."
"You don't belong here. Return home to Chiss." He stated with no emotion, "Stop this before it gets out of hand."
Jag laughed again, "I'm not leaving, but I think maybe you should. If you believe so deeply I don't belong here, that's your opinion. But I do belong here, and I'm not leaving her."
"Jag..."
He nodded, turning on his heel and marching out of the office leaving his father dumbfounded.
**
Jaina Solo-Fel. Nah! Not hyphenated; it's too complicated. Jaina Solo Fel. That sounds worse. Oh I know, Jaina Fel. That has a night ring to it. Jaina Fel. Mrs. and Mr. Fel. The wife of Jagged Fel. Ooh, that sounds good. No, no, no. Mrs. Jaina Fel. Mrs. Fel.
I know I'm ahead of myself but Jag was right. It could take years before an armistice, or until the Vong finally decide to give up and leave.
No, it's a definite. Jaina Fel, the wife of Colonel Jagged Fel. Now, that sounds really good! Wife of, especially. It gives it more power and emphasis.
**
"Jag, wait!" Soontir yelled after him as he started down the hall.
Jag turned to him and scowled, crossing his arms as several other pilots exited their rooms to see what the commotion was about. "Go ahead, dad. You have everyone's attention. Tell me how I've made a mistake coming here, in front of everybody!"
"I've already lost one son to war, I won't lose another. You have to understand where I'm coming from, son. And it isn't just me; it's your mother too. Losing your brother made her more protective of you and your sister. She sent me here to talk some sense into you and convince you to come home."
He frowned, glancing at the faces of the many pilots. Thankfully, Jaina wasn't amongst them. Jag gazed back at his father and huffed, "Then tell her she doesn't have to worry. I know how to take care of myself, and I'm not alone. I have family here, and I'll say it again - I'm not leaving Sticks."
Soontir nodded, smiling partly. "I didn't think you would. You've always been stubborn like that." He paused, "You really like this gurl, don't you?"
Jag shrugged, "Let's put it this way, I fell for her. She beat me at a sparring challenge, and pinned me."
"Jag, if you're going to stay here then there's nothing I can do about it. I'm not going to stop you or try to change your mind. That's pretty much pointless but I do ask that you try to separate your feelings and what you know is right."
He smiled back at him, "Thanks, dad." And left, as several of the pilots applauded Jag.
TBC