* A Call, a Conversation, and a Cry *
Just as the eighteen-year-old woman was about to go to wash up, her comlink beeped. Groaning in defeat, Jaina wished she had turned it off hours ago. She had forgotten how much she despised the fact that once she came into contact with a crowded group of people that they always used the comlink. "Hello?"
"Hi Jaina, it's Dad."
Taken by surprise, she wondered why he was calling her. They had just spoken together. "Hi, why are you calling?"
"Umm… well, I have someone here who wants to talk to you."
"Where are you?"
"Communications room K112."
Swallowing, she let out a deep breath. When would the chaos stop? "Sure. I'll be over in a nanosecond."
When Jaina got there she nearly blew up. First she saw her dad, and then the Holo screen. Ignoring her father, she advanced towards it like it was her prey. "How could you?"
"Jaina I'm sorry. This was the only way I could talk to you. You blocked me from your comlink." Kyp replied.
Rolling her eyes, the pilot stared at him in anger. "There's usually a reason why I would do that, ever think of that one?"
"Jaina please…"
Rage filled her. "Please what? Allow you to use me like you did back at the Sernpidal system. Here's your answer ahead of time so you won't have to waste your manipulated breath—NO!" Her hands were trembling along with her lip from her fury. Her chest fell up and down like she had just fought a duel, but that didn't stop her.
Kyp's image shown him as same as always, but this time she thought she saw the whites of his were red, but she didn't care. For all she knew he was using a Jedi imaging trick on her. Then he spoke. "Jaina, listen to me what happened back there was for the greater cause of this—"
"Oh, shut up you Son-of-a-Sith!" She screamed at Durron. Through the Force she could feel her father's shock by her behavior towards the boy he had saved long ago, but Jaina was too upset at Durron to notice. "You lying Sarlacc-sucking-Ewok-fucking-fuck-fucking-Hutt! Stop spouting off your foolish beliefs in revenge and killing the innocent. Those children were harmless to us and the war!"
Right then Kyp disagreed. "Look at the larger scale, Jaina. When those 'children' as you call them, grow up, they'll be against us and be apart of the murderous group of Vong warriors, killing even more innocent than now."
"You don't understand Kyp… those Yuuzhan Vong were living breathing creatures, and the ones you made us take out were kids! Kids, Kyp! Not blood-thirsting warriors or pagan-sacrificing priests… they were kids. They could've been changed, but after what you've done to the Squadron and me… you've only proved that you'll never change. And don't you dare tell me that they aren't living creatures just cause you can't feel them through the Force. Yassimari are living creatures, but we can't feel them either. What gives us the right to murder innocent infants, no matter what the race? No matter if they are in the Force or not?"
Kyp could say nothing. It was the first time in her life had she never heard him counter back her words into being wrong. "Kyp, I got to go."
"J—"
She cut him off. "I've heard enough. No matter what you say, I'll never change my view towards this matter… ever!" With that she turned to her father to just glance at him for help, maybe some encouragement, but found none.
Han looked at the twenty-seven year old in disbelief, so confused why his daughter was yelling at him. While she had been talking, he lost her at the point where she mentioned 'what had happened at Sernpidal', but had caught where she used her creative choice words to call Kyp. "Ok, mind filling me in on this long story?"
Spinning around at Kyp, she screamed at him again. "You haven't even told him?"
"No."
Turning to her father she looked at him, doing her best not to burst into tears. "I'll see you around dad." Then she left the two alone in the room.
Just as the eighteen-year-old woman was about to go to wash up, her comlink beeped. Groaning in defeat, Jaina wished she had turned it off hours ago. She had forgotten how much she despised the fact that once she came into contact with a crowded group of people that they always used the comlink. "Hello?"
"Hi Jaina, it's Dad."
Taken by surprise, she wondered why he was calling her. They had just spoken together. "Hi, why are you calling?"
"Umm… well, I have someone here who wants to talk to you."
"Where are you?"
"Communications room K112."
Swallowing, she let out a deep breath. When would the chaos stop? "Sure. I'll be over in a nanosecond."
When Jaina got there she nearly blew up. First she saw her dad, and then the Holo screen. Ignoring her father, she advanced towards it like it was her prey. "How could you?"
"Jaina I'm sorry. This was the only way I could talk to you. You blocked me from your comlink." Kyp replied.
Rolling her eyes, the pilot stared at him in anger. "There's usually a reason why I would do that, ever think of that one?"
"Jaina please…"
Rage filled her. "Please what? Allow you to use me like you did back at the Sernpidal system. Here's your answer ahead of time so you won't have to waste your manipulated breath—NO!" Her hands were trembling along with her lip from her fury. Her chest fell up and down like she had just fought a duel, but that didn't stop her.
Kyp's image shown him as same as always, but this time she thought she saw the whites of his were red, but she didn't care. For all she knew he was using a Jedi imaging trick on her. Then he spoke. "Jaina, listen to me what happened back there was for the greater cause of this—"
"Oh, shut up you Son-of-a-Sith!" She screamed at Durron. Through the Force she could feel her father's shock by her behavior towards the boy he had saved long ago, but Jaina was too upset at Durron to notice. "You lying Sarlacc-sucking-Ewok-fucking-fuck-fucking-Hutt! Stop spouting off your foolish beliefs in revenge and killing the innocent. Those children were harmless to us and the war!"
Right then Kyp disagreed. "Look at the larger scale, Jaina. When those 'children' as you call them, grow up, they'll be against us and be apart of the murderous group of Vong warriors, killing even more innocent than now."
"You don't understand Kyp… those Yuuzhan Vong were living breathing creatures, and the ones you made us take out were kids! Kids, Kyp! Not blood-thirsting warriors or pagan-sacrificing priests… they were kids. They could've been changed, but after what you've done to the Squadron and me… you've only proved that you'll never change. And don't you dare tell me that they aren't living creatures just cause you can't feel them through the Force. Yassimari are living creatures, but we can't feel them either. What gives us the right to murder innocent infants, no matter what the race? No matter if they are in the Force or not?"
Kyp could say nothing. It was the first time in her life had she never heard him counter back her words into being wrong. "Kyp, I got to go."
"J—"
She cut him off. "I've heard enough. No matter what you say, I'll never change my view towards this matter… ever!" With that she turned to her father to just glance at him for help, maybe some encouragement, but found none.
Han looked at the twenty-seven year old in disbelief, so confused why his daughter was yelling at him. While she had been talking, he lost her at the point where she mentioned 'what had happened at Sernpidal', but had caught where she used her creative choice words to call Kyp. "Ok, mind filling me in on this long story?"
Spinning around at Kyp, she screamed at him again. "You haven't even told him?"
"No."
Turning to her father she looked at him, doing her best not to burst into tears. "I'll see you around dad." Then she left the two alone in the room.