Less than an hour later, Jaina stood on the decking, sighing as she watched
Jag's clawcraft rise off the hangar deck. She watched it hover on
repulsorlifts, and Jag swung the craft around so that the cockpit faced
her. He waved, and raised a gloved hand to his helmeted head, mimed kissing
it, and mimed blowing it at her, or, as best he could, considering he was
wearing the anonymous TIE helmet and garb. Jaina grinned, and pretended to
catch it, and blew one his way too, before waving, and nudging the fighter
forwards. Jaina observed as his ship passed through the magcon shield on
the bay, and continued staring after it, even when she couldn't see him
anymore. Then, she grinned, a famous Solo lopsided one, as an idea formed
in his head. 'I'll have twenty messages waiting for him when he arrives at
Borleais. Ha, will he be surprised,' she chuckled to herself softly, before
sprinting off to the nearest holocomm center to record her messages.
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Several hours later, Jag clambered out of his cockpit, and dropped down onto the decking, not a gracefully as he would have liked. He crisply saluted the two men standing before him, Wedge Antilles and his second-in- command, Tycho Celchu, and they returned his salute with equal precision. Wedge smiled easily at Jag. "I appreciate your hurrying out here. It's actually not as bad as it seems, but I can brief you on this later. Let me show you to your quarters."
Jag and Tycho fell in alongside of Wedge, flanking him as he led them through the facility. Tycho smiled at Jag. "Glad to have you with us again, Colonel. What's the word from Shelter?"
"In truth, I really wasn't there long enough to learn much. Master Skywalker has something big on the horizon for the Jedi was all I got." Jag shrugged. "Sorry I can't help you."
"S'ok. Luke's been hinting at something, but I guess he doesn't want mission security compromised." Wedge's brown eyes narrowed. "But, why he'd think any of us are untrustworthy I've yet to figure out."
"The less you know, the less it can hurt you." commented Jag.
Wedge considered that. "True."
"Well put." added Tycho.
"Jag, these are your acomodations-not the greatest, but it works. I've also put you in Flare Squadron for now. You'll probably want to switch to another like Nova or Twin Suns eventually, though." Wedge shrugged. He keyed in the door's combination, and the door whooshed open. "Drop by my office at 1800 hours, ok? That should give you enough time to get settled in, and catch some shut eye before we throw you into the thick of things."
The green eyed colonel smiled at him. "Sure. No problem."
"Good to see you again, Colonel." Tycho said.
"Glad to be back, Colonel." Jag returned, before saluting Wedge and Tycho. He turned into his room, and tossed his bag onto the small bed in the corner before noticing the blinking comm unit. He frowned slightly. 'What is this?' he wondered. 'Uncle Wedge must have sent me some materiel.' He decided, dropping down into a repulsor chair to view the data. His pale green eyes widened in surprise as Jaina's pretty features filled the terminal screen in front of him.
"Hey, handsome." she began, "You must be on Borleias by now. I wanted to let you know that I really miss you. I'm bored to death, you know. It's a terrible tragedy. Godesses like me should not be bored to death." Her image smiled at him. "I love you, Jag Fel. Just thought I'd let you know that." and then the image flickered away, leaving him grinning like a maniac. "Another message?" an eyebrow arched over a green eye, and then he started to laugh as Jaina appeared again. He skipped onto the next one, and the next one, and the next one, and another and another, shaking his head ruefully. They were all from Jaina. He continued scrolling through them, and finally discovered there was one message out of the twenty, that actually wasn't from his girlfriend. "Who now?" he questioned, and was stunned to see the image in front of him; it was of an aging man, hair silvering, but if anything, accentuated striking features. Jag's mouth went dry, and his voice caught in his throat. He froze the holo, whispering, "Dad?"
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ok, once again, thanks for all the positive feedback, and yeah, this is my story, but, if it weren't for my read-and-reviewers, it wouldn't be a story at all… :D so, anyways, more soon, guest appearances in the next few chapters…I'll try to hurry with the next one! :D
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Several hours later, Jag clambered out of his cockpit, and dropped down onto the decking, not a gracefully as he would have liked. He crisply saluted the two men standing before him, Wedge Antilles and his second-in- command, Tycho Celchu, and they returned his salute with equal precision. Wedge smiled easily at Jag. "I appreciate your hurrying out here. It's actually not as bad as it seems, but I can brief you on this later. Let me show you to your quarters."
Jag and Tycho fell in alongside of Wedge, flanking him as he led them through the facility. Tycho smiled at Jag. "Glad to have you with us again, Colonel. What's the word from Shelter?"
"In truth, I really wasn't there long enough to learn much. Master Skywalker has something big on the horizon for the Jedi was all I got." Jag shrugged. "Sorry I can't help you."
"S'ok. Luke's been hinting at something, but I guess he doesn't want mission security compromised." Wedge's brown eyes narrowed. "But, why he'd think any of us are untrustworthy I've yet to figure out."
"The less you know, the less it can hurt you." commented Jag.
Wedge considered that. "True."
"Well put." added Tycho.
"Jag, these are your acomodations-not the greatest, but it works. I've also put you in Flare Squadron for now. You'll probably want to switch to another like Nova or Twin Suns eventually, though." Wedge shrugged. He keyed in the door's combination, and the door whooshed open. "Drop by my office at 1800 hours, ok? That should give you enough time to get settled in, and catch some shut eye before we throw you into the thick of things."
The green eyed colonel smiled at him. "Sure. No problem."
"Good to see you again, Colonel." Tycho said.
"Glad to be back, Colonel." Jag returned, before saluting Wedge and Tycho. He turned into his room, and tossed his bag onto the small bed in the corner before noticing the blinking comm unit. He frowned slightly. 'What is this?' he wondered. 'Uncle Wedge must have sent me some materiel.' He decided, dropping down into a repulsor chair to view the data. His pale green eyes widened in surprise as Jaina's pretty features filled the terminal screen in front of him.
"Hey, handsome." she began, "You must be on Borleias by now. I wanted to let you know that I really miss you. I'm bored to death, you know. It's a terrible tragedy. Godesses like me should not be bored to death." Her image smiled at him. "I love you, Jag Fel. Just thought I'd let you know that." and then the image flickered away, leaving him grinning like a maniac. "Another message?" an eyebrow arched over a green eye, and then he started to laugh as Jaina appeared again. He skipped onto the next one, and the next one, and the next one, and another and another, shaking his head ruefully. They were all from Jaina. He continued scrolling through them, and finally discovered there was one message out of the twenty, that actually wasn't from his girlfriend. "Who now?" he questioned, and was stunned to see the image in front of him; it was of an aging man, hair silvering, but if anything, accentuated striking features. Jag's mouth went dry, and his voice caught in his throat. He froze the holo, whispering, "Dad?"
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ok, once again, thanks for all the positive feedback, and yeah, this is my story, but, if it weren't for my read-and-reviewers, it wouldn't be a story at all… :D so, anyways, more soon, guest appearances in the next few chapters…I'll try to hurry with the next one! :D