Jag just stared at the holo screen for a moment, studying the face of General Baron Soontir Fel, his father. He started the message again, listening intently.

"Colonel Fel," the General said, "I believe you are far overdue for a report. What is the situation? You are, after all, the scout for the house phalanx here, and we've not heard anything recently. We have heard, however, that Coruscant has fallen to the Yuuzhan Vong. A terrible blow to the Rebels, I'm sure. I'm also sure you are expecting an order, or an assignment. I can't give you one till I've read your report. So, for now at least, do whatever you are doing, and do it to for the glory and honor of the Chiss." Then the General paused before clearing his throat and continuing on, "I've said enough on military actions, I think. At ease, soldier." The older Fel smiled. "Jag, I want you to know that I know you are perfectly capable of handling anything these aliens will throw at you. But, still I'm going to say this: be wise in your choices. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Well, wait. Scratch that. Just , ah, well, just be careful. You don't have to save the galaxy, at least not yet. I imagine you know that, however, and that your mother is worrying about you because you are lightyears away, battling an enemy we know nothing about, really. She's lost two of her children, and I'd like it to stay that way, for awhile. Keep safe, son. And, if all goes well, after I get that report, I'd like to be able to hand you your next assignment in person. General Baron Soontir Fel out."

Jag stared at the ended transmission, his green eyes narrowed. "'Hand me my next assignment in person'?" he repeated, slightly confused. "Does this mean I'm coming home, or are you coming here?"

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Jaina stretched lazily as she rose out of the seat in front of the comm unit.

"That should be enough messages to make Jag sick of me. Now, what does a bored Goddess do in spare time when her boyfriend is out of system? Where is everyone when you need someone to harass?" she wondered. She snapped her fingers as a thought occurred to her, and she smiled. "Where is Durron, anyways?"

* * *

Jaina found Kyp Durron in the mess, eating lunch. He regarded her quizzically. "What can I do for you, Jaina?"

"Nothing, really. Jag's gone, and I needed someone to harass, and you're the lucky one." She stated simply.

"Ah. Well, you've picked the wrong person. A Jedi's strengths are compassion and patience, are they not?" asked Kyp with a smile.

"I wouldn't call you a compassionate, patient Jedi anytime soon, Kyp."

Kyp scowled. "Don't you have somewhere you need to be, Solo?"

Jaina smiled sweetly. "Nope."

Kyp rested his head in his hands. "Your boyfriend and I are going to have a nice long talk when he gets back."

"Oh, really? About what?"

"Take a guess."

"You're the Jedi Master here. You tell me."

"Lords of the Sith. Does Jag know you act like this when he's not around?"

"Nope. That's cause when he's on the same planet as me, we're always together."

"Of course."

Jaina gave him a toothy grin. Kyp's own smile faltered. "Why me? Why me?" he moaned. Jaina just laughed. "This is shaping up to be a lot of fun. I still wish Jag was here."

"Me too. Then you'd be leaving me alone."

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sorry for the short chapters. It's hard to write the two of them apart, ya know? My next chapter might end up hopping ahead a few months, but we'll see… :D thanx for reading! And reviewing! Hehe…