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After breakfast, Jag asked, "So, you want to go try that sim again?"
"Sure, I'd love to!" Jaina said, smiling. They walked down the halls when Jaina's comlink beeped.
"Lieutenant Solo here." She said, thumbing it on. "How did you get my comlink frequency?!" she demanded, before pausing. Jaina held the comlink up to her ear, listening intently. "Uh, ok, I'll be there in a little. Sith, chill out! Solo out!" she snapped her comlink off, irritated. She turned to face Jag, who had a questioning look in his eyes.
"Listen, I've got to go, 'an old friend' has to talk about 'important issues'." She explained.
"Oh. So I guess our sim will be delayed?" Jag couldn't help but let the disappointment creep into his voice. "You want me to go with you?"
"I was told to come alone…" Jaina said, "But thanks, Colonel." Jaina shot him a famous Solo lopsided grin. She walked down the hall.
"I'll miss you." Jag whispered to her retreating figure. Jaina whirled, surprise evident on her features, and let a small smile play across her lips. "Miss you too, Colonel." she whispered back.
'I didn't think I said it that loudly!' Jag thought, inwardly grimacing. He turned and tromped off towards a separate turbolift bank.
"Hangar bay." he commanded the lift.
* * *
Jaina borrowed a landspeeder and went to the refugee camp. She strolled amongst the tents till she found the tent she'd been told to come to. She rapped at the flap, calling , "Hello? Anybody home?"
"Come in." a husky voice commanded. Jaina stepped into the darkened tent.
"Who…?" she asked uncertainly. A cloaked figure stepped towards her. "Oh, it's you, Zekk." She said as scornfully as she could. 'What does he want?' she thought.
"I want to tell you don't get to attached to that Imperial Colonel. You don't even know him!" he said.
"Oh, right, like I know you?" she asked bitterly. "I used to know you, but now I'm not so sure. I probably know 'that Imperial Colonel' better than I know you! He has a name, by the way. It's Jag."
"You can get to know me!" Zekk pleaded.
"I'd rather shoot myself." She said disdainfully.
"Jaina, please! Just give me the second chance!"
"No! I won't!"
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because I love Jag, not you!" Jaina gasped at what she said, clamping a hand of her mouth, and dashing from the tents, back to her speeder. She leapt in and took off.
'Did I really just say that?' she wondered. 'Yea, I guess I did. But why? Why did I say that? Did I say that to get Zekk to back off, or , and I think this might be it, that I really do have feelings for him? That I really do love Jag?' she stopped at a quiet little cliff over looking the sea, several klicks from the hangar bay. She perched on the edge, and tried to unscramble the thoughts in her head.
* * *
Jag sat underneath his clawcraft, tinkering with it, and thinking about him and Jaina. 'Do I love her? Does she love me?' he thought, but the comlink chime interrupted his thoughts. Sighing, he reached down and thumbed it on.
"Jagged Fel here."
"Colonel Fel! Sensors are indicating an enemy battle fleet nearing the Hapes Cluster! Sound the alarm, sir?"
'Back for more already?' he thought, amused, 'Well, we're ready to give it to them.'
"Colonel Fel?" the officer asked.
"I'm here. Sound the alarm. Get crews ready, and the fleet positioned in the Mists. Copy?" he commanded.
"Copy, Colonel Fel. Alarm sounded." Jag could hear the warning klaxons in the distance, and almost immediately pilots and mechanics started scrambling around.
"Fel out." Jag wiped his hands on his jumpsuit, and darted to the ready room to get ready for the coming battle.
* * *
Jaina was startled out of her reverie when the automated alarm sounded on her comlink. She rose and picked it up, thumbing it on absently to hear the automated voice. "All pilots to battle stations. Incoming Yuuzhan Vong battle fleet. This is no drill. All pilots to battle stations. Incoming-" Jaina was already leaping towards her speeder, as she heard the recording.
"Sithspawn!" she cried. She arrived at the hangar bay moments later, and it was swarming with action. She sprinted into the pilots ready room, and saw the Rogue and Spike Squadrons tugging on flightsuits, and dashing to fighters.
"Jag!" she called. The tall black haired pilot turned to face her, helmet tucked under one arm, scarred eyebrow raised over pale green eyes. "I need to talk to you after the battle, ok? About us."
Jag nodded once, sharply, before taking off towards his fighter. Jaina did likewise, swinging into the cockpit. She tugged on her gloves, and placed her helmet on.
"Hey, Sparky!" she called cheerily to her droid. Her droid tootled a comment, and she said, "On secondary monitor, please." Words scrolled across the smaller monitor: Hello Jaina. Jaina grinned.
"Rogue Squadron sign in." Colonel Gavin Darklighter commanded over the comm.
"Rogue Twelve, ready and waiting!" cried Jaina.
"Rogue Nine, good to go!" Cariista's voice cried.
"Rogue Seven, standing by." said Nika. After the rest of the squadron had signed in, Gavin began telling them the plan.
"All right Rogues. Listen up, it's going to be just like the sim: we're going to take on the Vong in the Transitory Mists, where they'd least expect it. We lose most of our edge, but we're counting on them to lose theirs, too. Form up on me when we get in the Mists."
A flurry of comm clicks acknowledged him. Jaina couldn't keep her mind focused on the up coming battle. All she could think about was Jag. 'And that will get me killed.' she thought. 'After the battle, Solo, after the battle.'
"S-foils to attack positions." commanded Rogue Lead. Jaina flipped the switch, and felt the hum and whine of the wings locking in. She grinned, excited about the coming battle.
* * *
'I need to talk to you after the battle. About us.' Jaina Solo's words echoed through Jag's head. 'Back to the battle…' he told himself.
"Spike Lead to Spike Squadron…" he called. "Just like the sim, and we ruled that sim. Just do our thing, guys. This is for Hapes, again. Hopefully the last time."
"Copy, Spike Lead."
"We hear you, Leader."
"Got you loud and clear." His squadron acknowledged him. Jag received another transmission from the Hapan fleet. He switched comm frequencies. Colonel Fel, the Yuuzhan Vong fleet is approaching the Transitory Mists." A Hapan officer told him.
"As soon as the first ship is in the Mists, you may attack." Jag commanded.
"Yes, sir. Hapes out." The transmission ended abruptly. Jag switched back to his squadron's frequency.
"Leader, first ship is in the Mists. Battle commencing." One Chiss pilot told him. Jag double clicked his comm. "Leader to squadron: enemy deploying skips. Engage and destroy at will." A flurry of comm clicks responded, and his squadron separated. Jag dropped down behind a coralskipper and started pounding it with laser fire. The dovil basals managed to snatch only half of his fire, and the rest hit home. The skip began to get glowing white lines across it, and he knew it wasn't going to hold much longer. He pummeled it with laser fire, and pulled hard to starboard to avoid going through the heart of the explosion.
'One down, and way too many to go.' he thought grimly, as he settled in behind another Vong rock.
* * *
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After breakfast, Jag asked, "So, you want to go try that sim again?"
"Sure, I'd love to!" Jaina said, smiling. They walked down the halls when Jaina's comlink beeped.
"Lieutenant Solo here." She said, thumbing it on. "How did you get my comlink frequency?!" she demanded, before pausing. Jaina held the comlink up to her ear, listening intently. "Uh, ok, I'll be there in a little. Sith, chill out! Solo out!" she snapped her comlink off, irritated. She turned to face Jag, who had a questioning look in his eyes.
"Listen, I've got to go, 'an old friend' has to talk about 'important issues'." She explained.
"Oh. So I guess our sim will be delayed?" Jag couldn't help but let the disappointment creep into his voice. "You want me to go with you?"
"I was told to come alone…" Jaina said, "But thanks, Colonel." Jaina shot him a famous Solo lopsided grin. She walked down the hall.
"I'll miss you." Jag whispered to her retreating figure. Jaina whirled, surprise evident on her features, and let a small smile play across her lips. "Miss you too, Colonel." she whispered back.
'I didn't think I said it that loudly!' Jag thought, inwardly grimacing. He turned and tromped off towards a separate turbolift bank.
"Hangar bay." he commanded the lift.
* * *
Jaina borrowed a landspeeder and went to the refugee camp. She strolled amongst the tents till she found the tent she'd been told to come to. She rapped at the flap, calling , "Hello? Anybody home?"
"Come in." a husky voice commanded. Jaina stepped into the darkened tent.
"Who…?" she asked uncertainly. A cloaked figure stepped towards her. "Oh, it's you, Zekk." She said as scornfully as she could. 'What does he want?' she thought.
"I want to tell you don't get to attached to that Imperial Colonel. You don't even know him!" he said.
"Oh, right, like I know you?" she asked bitterly. "I used to know you, but now I'm not so sure. I probably know 'that Imperial Colonel' better than I know you! He has a name, by the way. It's Jag."
"You can get to know me!" Zekk pleaded.
"I'd rather shoot myself." She said disdainfully.
"Jaina, please! Just give me the second chance!"
"No! I won't!"
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because I love Jag, not you!" Jaina gasped at what she said, clamping a hand of her mouth, and dashing from the tents, back to her speeder. She leapt in and took off.
'Did I really just say that?' she wondered. 'Yea, I guess I did. But why? Why did I say that? Did I say that to get Zekk to back off, or , and I think this might be it, that I really do have feelings for him? That I really do love Jag?' she stopped at a quiet little cliff over looking the sea, several klicks from the hangar bay. She perched on the edge, and tried to unscramble the thoughts in her head.
* * *
Jag sat underneath his clawcraft, tinkering with it, and thinking about him and Jaina. 'Do I love her? Does she love me?' he thought, but the comlink chime interrupted his thoughts. Sighing, he reached down and thumbed it on.
"Jagged Fel here."
"Colonel Fel! Sensors are indicating an enemy battle fleet nearing the Hapes Cluster! Sound the alarm, sir?"
'Back for more already?' he thought, amused, 'Well, we're ready to give it to them.'
"Colonel Fel?" the officer asked.
"I'm here. Sound the alarm. Get crews ready, and the fleet positioned in the Mists. Copy?" he commanded.
"Copy, Colonel Fel. Alarm sounded." Jag could hear the warning klaxons in the distance, and almost immediately pilots and mechanics started scrambling around.
"Fel out." Jag wiped his hands on his jumpsuit, and darted to the ready room to get ready for the coming battle.
* * *
Jaina was startled out of her reverie when the automated alarm sounded on her comlink. She rose and picked it up, thumbing it on absently to hear the automated voice. "All pilots to battle stations. Incoming Yuuzhan Vong battle fleet. This is no drill. All pilots to battle stations. Incoming-" Jaina was already leaping towards her speeder, as she heard the recording.
"Sithspawn!" she cried. She arrived at the hangar bay moments later, and it was swarming with action. She sprinted into the pilots ready room, and saw the Rogue and Spike Squadrons tugging on flightsuits, and dashing to fighters.
"Jag!" she called. The tall black haired pilot turned to face her, helmet tucked under one arm, scarred eyebrow raised over pale green eyes. "I need to talk to you after the battle, ok? About us."
Jag nodded once, sharply, before taking off towards his fighter. Jaina did likewise, swinging into the cockpit. She tugged on her gloves, and placed her helmet on.
"Hey, Sparky!" she called cheerily to her droid. Her droid tootled a comment, and she said, "On secondary monitor, please." Words scrolled across the smaller monitor: Hello Jaina. Jaina grinned.
"Rogue Squadron sign in." Colonel Gavin Darklighter commanded over the comm.
"Rogue Twelve, ready and waiting!" cried Jaina.
"Rogue Nine, good to go!" Cariista's voice cried.
"Rogue Seven, standing by." said Nika. After the rest of the squadron had signed in, Gavin began telling them the plan.
"All right Rogues. Listen up, it's going to be just like the sim: we're going to take on the Vong in the Transitory Mists, where they'd least expect it. We lose most of our edge, but we're counting on them to lose theirs, too. Form up on me when we get in the Mists."
A flurry of comm clicks acknowledged him. Jaina couldn't keep her mind focused on the up coming battle. All she could think about was Jag. 'And that will get me killed.' she thought. 'After the battle, Solo, after the battle.'
"S-foils to attack positions." commanded Rogue Lead. Jaina flipped the switch, and felt the hum and whine of the wings locking in. She grinned, excited about the coming battle.
* * *
'I need to talk to you after the battle. About us.' Jaina Solo's words echoed through Jag's head. 'Back to the battle…' he told himself.
"Spike Lead to Spike Squadron…" he called. "Just like the sim, and we ruled that sim. Just do our thing, guys. This is for Hapes, again. Hopefully the last time."
"Copy, Spike Lead."
"We hear you, Leader."
"Got you loud and clear." His squadron acknowledged him. Jag received another transmission from the Hapan fleet. He switched comm frequencies. Colonel Fel, the Yuuzhan Vong fleet is approaching the Transitory Mists." A Hapan officer told him.
"As soon as the first ship is in the Mists, you may attack." Jag commanded.
"Yes, sir. Hapes out." The transmission ended abruptly. Jag switched back to his squadron's frequency.
"Leader, first ship is in the Mists. Battle commencing." One Chiss pilot told him. Jag double clicked his comm. "Leader to squadron: enemy deploying skips. Engage and destroy at will." A flurry of comm clicks responded, and his squadron separated. Jag dropped down behind a coralskipper and started pounding it with laser fire. The dovil basals managed to snatch only half of his fire, and the rest hit home. The skip began to get glowing white lines across it, and he knew it wasn't going to hold much longer. He pummeled it with laser fire, and pulled hard to starboard to avoid going through the heart of the explosion.
'One down, and way too many to go.' he thought grimly, as he settled in behind another Vong rock.
* * *
I know, I know, I'm taking forever to get a relationship going, but I'm working on it…..well, what did you guys think? Hope you liked it! :D