* Communicating *
Feng shut the room to his personal chambers that had been given to him. He fingered the necklace in his hands. Still he had not worked up the courage to give the object to her. If only her brother had not interrupted…
He shook himself. No, he would have done the same thing if Jaina was his sister, though he thanked whomever was controlling life that she was not. He loved her, and had been willing to tell her for a moment, but Jacen came in. He was almost glad he did interrupt them. The panic inside of him was rising so high.
Dropping the necklace onto the smooth tabletop, Feng's attention turned to the mini villip on his wrist. The only thing he had left that he and his sister had had to communicate when she had been so young.
Sadness welded inside his chest. He missed her so much. They had killed her. No one had ever survived the Breaking.
The haunting memory of the day she had been torn from his quarters away to the Breaking still burned like a deep gash in his heart. CaRày was all he ever had as family. She always had been there to give him hope, but that hope had been diminished and smothered in the darkness.
Suddenly, it squirmed.
Startled by the motion coming from the living communications creature, Feng blinked. The creature had not moved in years. Why now?
Confused and mildly curious, Feng touched the creature and it inverted itself revealing a figure of a young yet wore female Yuuzhan Vong. It took him a while to figure out that the shapely body and facial features was the splitting image of his sister.
"Hail, brother."
Feng opened his mouth in shock, but no words came out.
"It's been a while."
***
Jaina jumped out of the sim with a smug look on her face. She advanced on the Chiss pilot total satisfied with her skills. "Guess you aren't the one who gets that victory kiss this time?"
"You're right." Jag agreed. He reached out and grasped her hand with his tugging her closer to him. "I'm not the one who deserves the kiss…" he paused and his voice lowered. "But you do."
Her heart hammered in her throat. Fear raised inside of her and her body seemed to paralyzed underneath her. She could not move anything. All she could do was pray he was not going to kiss her on the lips.
Instead he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it kindly. His chivalry caught her slightly off guard but then she remembered this was Jag who was talking about victory kisses. Heat rose to her face, and she was sure she was beaming like the red sun of Tatoonie.
She seemed lost in the moment, until he spoke.
"Just wait for my victory tomorrow." Jag said. His cockiness caused her to laugh.
Dropping her hand to her side she countered back. "We'll see Fel. I'll be shooting you out of the stars like the Rebels destroyed the Death Star."
He raised an eyebrow at her comment. He was an Imperial and did not care to be put down by his regions passed lost battles. "And how do you think you're going to accomplish that, little Rebel."
"Little?" she stepped towards him to intimidate him.
"Don't tempt me…" Jag mocked her action but Jaina could see he meant more behind the words.
Silence stung the space between them once again. Swallowing she broke it. "Tomorrow then."
"Tomorrow." He nodded.
She turned on her heel and left the pilot to his thoughts.
***
"You're alive…" Feng whispered. It was the first and only thing that came to his mind. Fear had strangled his heart for so long the haunting nightmares that came to him at night had no longer given him that cold spiked edge of fright for the sister he had not been able to save. Now everything began to do an instant reply in his mind, scarring him deeper than the first time. He could not believe it.
Yet, there she was.
He could not speak.
"Feng, I missed you so much. Please say something…" she begged.
Words finally came. "CaRày you've grown."
A smile surpassed her lips.
"I never thought I would see you again." The words that slid from his mouth came as quickly as her tears ran down her face even though the villip did not show so. He could feel her happiness that she found her brother, and he was barely capable to keep his composure, but he did. "They took you away to the Breaking… I heard you scream in pain. You were so young and small, I never thought you could withstand it and l…"
"And live?" CaRày finished skeptically. That day haunted her mind all to well. She remembered ever detail, every lash and had the scars to prove it. "If I had never been taking to the Breaking I would never have been able to spread the visions to the other Shamed."
"That does not mean I will revoke my pledge to kill those you condemned you to such pain."
"I went through all that for a reason."
"And so will those who hurt you will go through worse."
Letting out a sigh, she shook her head. "Feng, I need you're help."
"Where are you CaRày?"
"That hardly matters, but I know you are in the presence and protection of the Jedi… are you not?"
"Yes, this is true."
"I need you to get the one named Jaina Solo on the villip in three cycles from today."
Frowning, Feng watched the figure of his sister. "Why? How do I know that this is not a trick from the Overlord to reveal my position."
"You don't trust people like you used too." She noted.
"Not since you were taken from me."
Nodding, the female thought of something only she and him would know. "Our villips. No one else would be able to contact you with my villip cause it would have died along with me."
"Oh, CaRày…" he breathed.
"Promise me, big brother. Jaina Solo will be able to talk three cycles from today?"
"I promise."
"Zyad regnol." She said before her features were inverted by the villip.
"Zyad retal." Feng's voice filled his empty quarters.
Feng shut the room to his personal chambers that had been given to him. He fingered the necklace in his hands. Still he had not worked up the courage to give the object to her. If only her brother had not interrupted…
He shook himself. No, he would have done the same thing if Jaina was his sister, though he thanked whomever was controlling life that she was not. He loved her, and had been willing to tell her for a moment, but Jacen came in. He was almost glad he did interrupt them. The panic inside of him was rising so high.
Dropping the necklace onto the smooth tabletop, Feng's attention turned to the mini villip on his wrist. The only thing he had left that he and his sister had had to communicate when she had been so young.
Sadness welded inside his chest. He missed her so much. They had killed her. No one had ever survived the Breaking.
The haunting memory of the day she had been torn from his quarters away to the Breaking still burned like a deep gash in his heart. CaRày was all he ever had as family. She always had been there to give him hope, but that hope had been diminished and smothered in the darkness.
Suddenly, it squirmed.
Startled by the motion coming from the living communications creature, Feng blinked. The creature had not moved in years. Why now?
Confused and mildly curious, Feng touched the creature and it inverted itself revealing a figure of a young yet wore female Yuuzhan Vong. It took him a while to figure out that the shapely body and facial features was the splitting image of his sister.
"Hail, brother."
Feng opened his mouth in shock, but no words came out.
"It's been a while."
***
Jaina jumped out of the sim with a smug look on her face. She advanced on the Chiss pilot total satisfied with her skills. "Guess you aren't the one who gets that victory kiss this time?"
"You're right." Jag agreed. He reached out and grasped her hand with his tugging her closer to him. "I'm not the one who deserves the kiss…" he paused and his voice lowered. "But you do."
Her heart hammered in her throat. Fear raised inside of her and her body seemed to paralyzed underneath her. She could not move anything. All she could do was pray he was not going to kiss her on the lips.
Instead he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it kindly. His chivalry caught her slightly off guard but then she remembered this was Jag who was talking about victory kisses. Heat rose to her face, and she was sure she was beaming like the red sun of Tatoonie.
She seemed lost in the moment, until he spoke.
"Just wait for my victory tomorrow." Jag said. His cockiness caused her to laugh.
Dropping her hand to her side she countered back. "We'll see Fel. I'll be shooting you out of the stars like the Rebels destroyed the Death Star."
He raised an eyebrow at her comment. He was an Imperial and did not care to be put down by his regions passed lost battles. "And how do you think you're going to accomplish that, little Rebel."
"Little?" she stepped towards him to intimidate him.
"Don't tempt me…" Jag mocked her action but Jaina could see he meant more behind the words.
Silence stung the space between them once again. Swallowing she broke it. "Tomorrow then."
"Tomorrow." He nodded.
She turned on her heel and left the pilot to his thoughts.
***
"You're alive…" Feng whispered. It was the first and only thing that came to his mind. Fear had strangled his heart for so long the haunting nightmares that came to him at night had no longer given him that cold spiked edge of fright for the sister he had not been able to save. Now everything began to do an instant reply in his mind, scarring him deeper than the first time. He could not believe it.
Yet, there she was.
He could not speak.
"Feng, I missed you so much. Please say something…" she begged.
Words finally came. "CaRày you've grown."
A smile surpassed her lips.
"I never thought I would see you again." The words that slid from his mouth came as quickly as her tears ran down her face even though the villip did not show so. He could feel her happiness that she found her brother, and he was barely capable to keep his composure, but he did. "They took you away to the Breaking… I heard you scream in pain. You were so young and small, I never thought you could withstand it and l…"
"And live?" CaRày finished skeptically. That day haunted her mind all to well. She remembered ever detail, every lash and had the scars to prove it. "If I had never been taking to the Breaking I would never have been able to spread the visions to the other Shamed."
"That does not mean I will revoke my pledge to kill those you condemned you to such pain."
"I went through all that for a reason."
"And so will those who hurt you will go through worse."
Letting out a sigh, she shook her head. "Feng, I need you're help."
"Where are you CaRày?"
"That hardly matters, but I know you are in the presence and protection of the Jedi… are you not?"
"Yes, this is true."
"I need you to get the one named Jaina Solo on the villip in three cycles from today."
Frowning, Feng watched the figure of his sister. "Why? How do I know that this is not a trick from the Overlord to reveal my position."
"You don't trust people like you used too." She noted.
"Not since you were taken from me."
Nodding, the female thought of something only she and him would know. "Our villips. No one else would be able to contact you with my villip cause it would have died along with me."
"Oh, CaRày…" he breathed.
"Promise me, big brother. Jaina Solo will be able to talk three cycles from today?"
"I promise."
"Zyad regnol." She said before her features were inverted by the villip.
"Zyad retal." Feng's voice filled his empty quarters.