Jaina's Journal_Entry 11

Intervention

By obi's girl

The whole time I spent, critiquing and advising Jag I couldn't stop thinking about my brother and his path as a Jedi Knight. It worried me, as I was sure it worried my Uncle. That was another thing. Did Luke know Jacen was on Coruscant and a new member of the Rogue Squadron? I bit my lip, lost in thought as two pilots crawled into the simulator. Jag saw me and waved the two pilots down, calling break. "Hey Sticks, what's going on in that head of yours?"

I shrugged back, smiling a bit, "My brother. And what's going on with him he would give up being a Jedi altogether."

Jag raised an eyebrow and placed a comforting arm around my shoulder. "And you weren't thinking of doing the same thing?"

"I was but this is different. I'm still going to use the Force when I fly to help others but he's shutting himself off completely." I huffed, scanning around for Jacen but didn't see him. He was probably around somewhere else.

"Go and look for him. I can handle things here by myself. My Uncle and Gavin are up in their office; I can call them down to help judge the pilots. Look for your brother."

I smiled, leaned over and kissed them and head out.

**

I found Jacen alone in the lounge, staring at the many stars. He was quiet, reserved (completely different than how he was an hour ago). His tone earlier when I talked to him; he seemed edgy, almost irritated. I huffed, walking near, brushing some loose hairs away from my face. Jacen nodded, causing me to freeze in place. He knew I was there and obviously didn't feel like talking but I did. What was happening to him scared me. "Jacen, I know you don't want to talk to me..."

"It isn't you, Jaina. It's me." He smiled over at me and continued, "I'm still debating on the balance point between using the Force as an alley and when it becomes aggression."

I shrugged, nodding to the many stars. "Have you talked to Uncle Luke?"

"We talked briefly, only it more like a debate than talking."

I smiled slightly, "Much like when you and Anakin talk." Jacen turned to me and sat down, taking a sip from some caf he got for himself. I sat down across from him and smiled, shrugging a bit. "So, why are you here?"

Jacen gazed up and leaned back some on the chair. "Figure I could learn from you; what's it like to rely on others instead of relying on the Force, like normal Jedi."

"Except I do rely on the Force, Jacen just not as much as you or Anakin do. I'm a pilot; I have to trust my instincts. Look beyond the moment and figure situations with possible solutions." I paused, playing with some loose strands of hair, "It's times like this you kinda wish we had Jedi from the Old Order around to guide us, huh?"

He laughed, smirking some. "I guess it would be interesting to know Master Yoda's view on what I'm doing."

I frowned, stopped playing with my hair and looked at my brother. "Jacen, you're a Jedi. It's in our blood to be what we are, even if we don't use the Force but you're right. There is a limit, a borderline between what's right and what's wrong."

"I just wish I knew what that borderline was, Jaina." He paused, trying to think of a metaphor. "It's like when you're flying; you don't use scopes unless you have to. Me, I don't have a scope to guide me."

I shrugged, "Then use the second best thing: your conscious. But I never use scopes; they're too cumbersome." He laughed, looking once again at the stars. I stared at him and smiled 'cause whatever the outcome of the war, things were definitely going to change...and that necessarily wasn't a bad thing.

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