Worries:
"Sith. Sithspit. I hate this planet. I really really hate this planet. Just one huge tree and tons of vine things after another." grumbled Jaina. "I don't even have my droid!" she hacked away at another thick vine in her way with her purple lightsaber. "Never mind, I see him." She proclaimed after catching sight of his bright parachute in the distance.
"And what about Jag? He probably thinks I'm dead!" she exclaimed. She hacked at another vine in her way, inching ever so closer to Sparky. "Sith- spawned planet!" she muttered. Jaina swiped at her brow, which was dripping with sweat. Though she had only been out in the jungle for a few hours, the extreme heat and humidity had her drenched with sweat, and really really angry. She finally got to where her astromech hung suspended above the massive trees. Her droid chirped cheerily at seeing her.
"Oh, shut up. It may look nice, but you'll learn to hate it. The more of a perfect paradise it resembles, the more work it turns out to be. It has to be something Sith, that's for sure." she muttered. "Listen to me! I sound like a mad, raving lunatic!" Sparky beeped an agreement.
"Ok, keep that up, and guess who won't make it off this overgrown land mass?" Sparky tweeted a question. "Guess again." Jaina gritted through her teeth. She slashed at the cords holding her droid. She snatched him with the Force. Her droid bleeped.
"What? Communication? No, I haven't tried to make any communication. What are you talking about?" she frowned. Her droid beeped.
"My comlink? It's short range. I'm positive." Sparky beeped. "No, it won't work! Trust me on this one, ok?" she snarled. "Look, I know I saw a settlement of some sort to the east. I don't need my comlink!" Her droid made a rude noise. Jaina ignored it, and continued slashing her way through the jungle.
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Jag paced worriedly in his room. "I can't believe I let her get away! This is all my fault!" he exclaimed. "And now, she's gone, and I'll never get the chance to tell her how I feel! 'Jag, I need to talk to you after the battle. About us.' I wonder what she would have said." Jag said sadly.
"Well, I think it's a little early to be giving up hope, don't you, Jag?" a voice asked him. Jag looked up, and was surprised to see Wedge Antilles leaning in his doorway. Jag blushed deep red. "I didn't see you there, Uncle."
"Obviously." His uncle returned.
"Come on in." Jag waved Wedge inside, and gestured to a chair. Wedge dropped into one, and Jag followed suit.
"So, Uncle, what brings you down here?" Jag asked.
"I came to see how you were doing. I heard about Jaina, and I thought that maybe something had been going on between the two of you." Wedge shrugged. "And by the looks of it, I'm closer to the truth than I expect."
Now it was Jag's turn to shrug. "I don't know. She said she wanted to talk to me 'about us'. And I think I was going to tell her I love her, but it's a little late now, I guess. I wonder what she would have said."
"No, I'm sure she isn't dead, Jag. These Solo people are extremely hard to kill, trust me." Wedge grinned.
"I guess." Jag sighed.
"You've really got it bad for her, don't you?" Wedge asked.
"You are really observant today, aren't you?" Jag returned. "I'm sorry. It's been a bad day." He apologized.
Wedge waved it off. "No problem. I understand completely." Wedge paused for a moment before continuing on. "You know, this really isn't you fault."
"Come again?" Jag said.
"Look, you're blaming yourself because she's not here right now. You think it's all your fault, but you've got to remember, this is war. These things happen."
"Yeah, I guess, but it really is my fault." replied Jag.
"How do you plot that course?" asked Wedge, confused.
"Ok, picture this: you're sitting in the cockpit, and you hear Jaina's panicked cry of losing shields. You say, hang on, I'm coming, and you're about to get this guy, when another guy comes over and says, you get back to the fight. I'll get him. You agree, and back off. She never returns. Hmm. Let's see. Whose fault is it now?" his voice was choked with pain and guilt.
"Jag, just wait and see. Maybe she'll show up. Where were you when Gavin offered to take the skip?"
"I don't know! There were a few planets nearby, and the closest was like completely forested. Ask Colonel Darklighter." Jag sounded miserable. Wedge felt bad for the young pilot.
"Yea, well, don't pity yourself too much. Instead, pity the man who has to send the family the news that she's missing." Wedge commented. Jag managed a weak smile.
"I'll talk to you later, ok, Uncle Wedge?" Jag said. Wedge nodded and left Jag alone. Jag sighed and put his head in his hands.
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Jaina tromped through the jungle, still hacking her way through the branches.
"I wonder how many of my friends are still alive? I wonder-" her voice caught, "I wonder if Jag's ok." She didn't want to flatter herself by thinking that he might actually be hurting knowing she's not there.
"You think he misses me, Sparky? It wouldn't be fair, if he doesn't miss em, cause I sure miss him." She said softly. Her droid beeped.
"Shut your vocal processors. I am not turning into a hopeless romantic!" she snarled. The astromech chirped again. "Ok, well, maybe I am, but so what?" she hissed. "Look, who's using her Force abilities to keep you from crashing into the forest floor and being broken into a thousand tiny, bitsy pieces? That's right, me. So be nice, or maybe I will just leave you here to rust." The droid moaned, subdued.
"That's better." Jaina slashed another huge, thick green vine. It sprayed her with a syrupy green fluid, and the vine dropped away, landing on the tree branch with a sick squish.
"Sithspawn! That is just plain gross!" she yelped, dancing away from the fallen plant, splattered with clear green ooze. "Don't say a word, Sparky." The droid instead made a laughing noise. Jaina set her jaw, irritated, before slashing more carefully at the foliage.
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"Sith. Sithspit. I hate this planet. I really really hate this planet. Just one huge tree and tons of vine things after another." grumbled Jaina. "I don't even have my droid!" she hacked away at another thick vine in her way with her purple lightsaber. "Never mind, I see him." She proclaimed after catching sight of his bright parachute in the distance.
"And what about Jag? He probably thinks I'm dead!" she exclaimed. She hacked at another vine in her way, inching ever so closer to Sparky. "Sith- spawned planet!" she muttered. Jaina swiped at her brow, which was dripping with sweat. Though she had only been out in the jungle for a few hours, the extreme heat and humidity had her drenched with sweat, and really really angry. She finally got to where her astromech hung suspended above the massive trees. Her droid chirped cheerily at seeing her.
"Oh, shut up. It may look nice, but you'll learn to hate it. The more of a perfect paradise it resembles, the more work it turns out to be. It has to be something Sith, that's for sure." she muttered. "Listen to me! I sound like a mad, raving lunatic!" Sparky beeped an agreement.
"Ok, keep that up, and guess who won't make it off this overgrown land mass?" Sparky tweeted a question. "Guess again." Jaina gritted through her teeth. She slashed at the cords holding her droid. She snatched him with the Force. Her droid bleeped.
"What? Communication? No, I haven't tried to make any communication. What are you talking about?" she frowned. Her droid beeped.
"My comlink? It's short range. I'm positive." Sparky beeped. "No, it won't work! Trust me on this one, ok?" she snarled. "Look, I know I saw a settlement of some sort to the east. I don't need my comlink!" Her droid made a rude noise. Jaina ignored it, and continued slashing her way through the jungle.
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Jag paced worriedly in his room. "I can't believe I let her get away! This is all my fault!" he exclaimed. "And now, she's gone, and I'll never get the chance to tell her how I feel! 'Jag, I need to talk to you after the battle. About us.' I wonder what she would have said." Jag said sadly.
"Well, I think it's a little early to be giving up hope, don't you, Jag?" a voice asked him. Jag looked up, and was surprised to see Wedge Antilles leaning in his doorway. Jag blushed deep red. "I didn't see you there, Uncle."
"Obviously." His uncle returned.
"Come on in." Jag waved Wedge inside, and gestured to a chair. Wedge dropped into one, and Jag followed suit.
"So, Uncle, what brings you down here?" Jag asked.
"I came to see how you were doing. I heard about Jaina, and I thought that maybe something had been going on between the two of you." Wedge shrugged. "And by the looks of it, I'm closer to the truth than I expect."
Now it was Jag's turn to shrug. "I don't know. She said she wanted to talk to me 'about us'. And I think I was going to tell her I love her, but it's a little late now, I guess. I wonder what she would have said."
"No, I'm sure she isn't dead, Jag. These Solo people are extremely hard to kill, trust me." Wedge grinned.
"I guess." Jag sighed.
"You've really got it bad for her, don't you?" Wedge asked.
"You are really observant today, aren't you?" Jag returned. "I'm sorry. It's been a bad day." He apologized.
Wedge waved it off. "No problem. I understand completely." Wedge paused for a moment before continuing on. "You know, this really isn't you fault."
"Come again?" Jag said.
"Look, you're blaming yourself because she's not here right now. You think it's all your fault, but you've got to remember, this is war. These things happen."
"Yeah, I guess, but it really is my fault." replied Jag.
"How do you plot that course?" asked Wedge, confused.
"Ok, picture this: you're sitting in the cockpit, and you hear Jaina's panicked cry of losing shields. You say, hang on, I'm coming, and you're about to get this guy, when another guy comes over and says, you get back to the fight. I'll get him. You agree, and back off. She never returns. Hmm. Let's see. Whose fault is it now?" his voice was choked with pain and guilt.
"Jag, just wait and see. Maybe she'll show up. Where were you when Gavin offered to take the skip?"
"I don't know! There were a few planets nearby, and the closest was like completely forested. Ask Colonel Darklighter." Jag sounded miserable. Wedge felt bad for the young pilot.
"Yea, well, don't pity yourself too much. Instead, pity the man who has to send the family the news that she's missing." Wedge commented. Jag managed a weak smile.
"I'll talk to you later, ok, Uncle Wedge?" Jag said. Wedge nodded and left Jag alone. Jag sighed and put his head in his hands.
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Jaina tromped through the jungle, still hacking her way through the branches.
"I wonder how many of my friends are still alive? I wonder-" her voice caught, "I wonder if Jag's ok." She didn't want to flatter herself by thinking that he might actually be hurting knowing she's not there.
"You think he misses me, Sparky? It wouldn't be fair, if he doesn't miss em, cause I sure miss him." She said softly. Her droid beeped.
"Shut your vocal processors. I am not turning into a hopeless romantic!" she snarled. The astromech chirped again. "Ok, well, maybe I am, but so what?" she hissed. "Look, who's using her Force abilities to keep you from crashing into the forest floor and being broken into a thousand tiny, bitsy pieces? That's right, me. So be nice, or maybe I will just leave you here to rust." The droid moaned, subdued.
"That's better." Jaina slashed another huge, thick green vine. It sprayed her with a syrupy green fluid, and the vine dropped away, landing on the tree branch with a sick squish.
"Sithspawn! That is just plain gross!" she yelped, dancing away from the fallen plant, splattered with clear green ooze. "Don't say a word, Sparky." The droid instead made a laughing noise. Jaina set her jaw, irritated, before slashing more carefully at the foliage.
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well, once again, r&r, thank you for all the positive reviews i've gotten so far!! hope you enjoyed this chapter!! :D