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Author's note: Sticks lol. I loved the song, be careful with your elbows though all that banging can cause major damage. lol. Thanks for all the reviews I got for this chapter everybody.
"Wedge come on, you know that the girls only have a few minutes to talk to us." Iella Wessiri reminded her husband as he fumbled into his clothes, getting ready to report for duty after his daughter's call.
"I'm coming, Dear," he said, hastily walking in to the room and coming up beside his wife of many years.
With both of their daughters on the secret Jedi base called Shelter, along with Ben Skywalker and the rest of the Jedi children, they had few opportunities to talk to their daughters. Wedge regretted not having more time to spend with Myri and Syal, but with the war going on there was no telling when he or Iella would next have a chance to see their children. So, when the opportunity presented itself, he and Iella always made sure to spend as much time as possible with the girls, even if it was just a short Holo comm. call. A light on the holoprojector finally flickered on and a small hologram of their daughters appeared.
Myri, their younger daughter was the first to greet them. "Hi Daddy," Syal chimed in quickly adding a greeting to their mother.
Feeling the tension in his wife as he loosely embraced her from behind Wedge spoke first. "How are my two favorite girls?"
The girls giggled and launched into simultaneous conversations about their recent activities, regaling their parents with all of their recent adventures. "Are you two all right, do you need anything," asked Iella with motherly concern.
"No, Mom, we're fine," answered Syal. "We've been taking classes with all of the Jedi kids here. Valin and Jysella and I even got top honors the other day for our project."
"That's great, Sweetie, just be sure and don't give Kam and Tionne too much trouble okay?" She questioned her daughters, raising her eyebrows at each of them in turn.
Glancing away from them for a moment, Syal appeared to be listening to someone else. "Mom, Dad, we have to go now, our times up."
"Okay, Sweetie, just remember that we love you both very much and Syal," added Wedge, "watch out for your sister."
"Yes, Daddy."
When the image of the two little girls disappeared both parents just stood there for a moment feeling a bit empty, although they both had duties to attend to. Finally the silence of the moment was broken by the chirping of Iella's comm. link.
"Wessiri here," she answered curtly after she thumbed it on.
Wedge couldn't here the other end of the conversation but knew from his wife's responses that their brief retreat from the world was about to end. When she finished speaking and turned the comm. link off, she turned back to face him.
"I have to go now, Wedge." She said regretfully.
"I know, Love, but I can still wish we didn't have to get back to work."
As they gathered up stray data cards and other small objects necessary for their daily duties, Iella filled Wedge in on the contents of her comm. conversation.
"That was Tekli. It seems that she and Lowbacca have been working all night on that Vong artifact that Tekli and Durron found where Jaina and Jag disappeared. According to Tekli, they've discovered what the artifact does and they want me to see their findings as soon as possible."
"Okay," Wedge replied as he scanned the room for anything he had missed, "let me know what's going on or if you need any additional personnel. I'll see you tonight," he asked the last part hopefully as he made his way towards the door to their rooms.
"I'll keep you posted and I don't know, it depends on what happens." They exchanged a brief kiss before both headed out going there separate ways.
* * * * * *
Fifteen minutes late, Iella entered the laboratory where Tekli, Lowbacca and various other scientists had been working on the unknown artifact. Almost as soon as she entered the lab, Lowbacca called her over. Grateful that she understood the Wookie language, Iella walked confidently over to where he was waiting.
"What did you find, Lowbacca?" she asked curiously.
Waving away the first part of the Wookie's statement, an apology for taking so long to figure out the function of the artifact, she asked him to repeat what he had said not quite believing her ears.
[ The creature, is related to the dovin basals the Vong use to warp gravity. We connected the creature to a vilip which in turn we connected to a holoprojector. The creature replayed for us what had happened. Apparently it was accidentally left behind by the Vong; it had a glitch though, that the Vong had not anticipated. When Jaina and Jag stopped for a certain amount of time near the creature, they accidentally activated it. We're not sure what it was supposed to do, but what it did do was use gravity to warp time and space around them sending them somewhere. ]
Iella absorbed this for a moment, trying to fight down her growing sense of dread. "Are you saying that they could be anywhere?"
Lowbacca groaned, showing reluctance to impart more bad news. "Yes and it is also possible that they are anywhen. We simply do not know."
Steeling herself to be the one to make the call to Leia Organa Solo, and feeling that she oed the woman that much purely out of motherly empathy, Iella asked one last question. "Is there any way to bring them back?"
Tekli spoke up at last, displaying a confidence in speech if not certainty that surprised Iella. "We are not sure, but we are working on it."
While that was not the most reassuring statement she had ever heard, it was enough that Iella did not have to tell Leia Organa Solo yet. So instead she made a quick call to Kyp Durron and updated him on the situation.
* * * * * * *
For the third time since she and Jag had left Borealis, Jaina regained consciousness with a throbbing headache. She really was getting tired of falling unconscious and waking with no clue about her surroundings. Needless to say she was not in a very good mood. Her mood was not helped by the fact that she was tied to a chair that was bolted to the deck in the middle of a deserted darkened room.
The room was silent, absolutely silent, eerily silent. Relaxing, consciously deciding not to panic, yet; Jaina leaned back in her chair or at least as far as she was able to, closed her eyes and reached out to feel her surroundings through the force.
She had barely begun to extend her force senses, when a voice snapped harshly, "Don't do that."
If she could have, Jaina would have fallen out of her chair at the familiar voice of her aunt Mara Jade Skywalker. Only this woman, Jaina realized wasn't her aunt, this was a much younger version of the person her aunt would become. This, Jaina realized, was Mara Jade, Emperor's Hand, a dangerous assassin who wanted to kill Luke Skywalker not kiss him.
Jaina knew that Mara had noticed her shocked expression and had also probably felt it through the force, but if the other woman had felt it she didn't acknowledge it. Instead Mara simply circled Jaina to face her.
"Who are you?" Mara demanded sharply.
"What you just go around kidnapping people now?" Jaina asked sarcastically, a tone she had actually perfected under her Aunt's tutelage, "I thought you just wanted to kill Luke Skywalker."
Mara, who had just been portraying a casual sort of icy detachment and anger, tensed noticeably but gave no other sort of reaction, at least a visible reaction. In truth, Jaina would have been more shocked if Mara had visibly reacted. However, Jaina's force skills allowed her to feel how much Mara had truly been thrown off balance by the remark.
"What do you know about that? Why were you with Luke Skywalker?" Mara demanded, reassuring herself that she had control of the situation.
"Now why would I tell you that?" Jaina asked mockingly, reminding herself once again that this woman was not her aunt but simply a hurting, confused young woman who had just had her entire life ripped away from her and only knew how to cope by lashing out in anger. Her mocking response had the effect that Jaina had hoped for and provoked the infamous Jade temper.
Getting down into Jaina's face, Mara snarled, "Because if you don't tell me, I will torture you until you wish I had just killed you."
Jaina laughed content at the predictability that her aunt's temper had shown and to further provoke Mara. Because, as Mara would teach her in the future, people who were angry did not think clearly. "First of all Mara Jade, torture isn't really your style. That's really more Darth Vader's area of expertise, and second would you really do that for a dead emperor who tore you from you home, and enslaved and used you all of your life."
Mara's face, now a mask of icy fury, loomed over Jaina's as she pressed her lower arm in to Jaina's throat slowly cutting off her air supply. "Don't you dare speak of my Master that way. He was the just, right and beneficial force that held this galaxy together, no thanks to you Rebels."
Mara spat the word out like an insult and backed away a few feet. When Jaina could breathe and speak easily again, she said calmly, "Oh I'm not with the Rebellion"
"Then where are you from," asked Mara skeptically.
"I," Jaina said casually, "am from the future."
Mara simply raised a skeptical eyebrow and said, "You really expect me to believe that."
"Well no, I would generally think someone was lying if they told me that, but you should be able to tell through the force that I'm not."
"Enough," snapped Mara tired of the girl's perception, her sarcasm and most of all her certainty that Mara would 'do the right thing.' Mentally scolding herself for kidnapping a girl that she knew so little about, Mara quickly checked Jaina's restraints, making sure the girl was properly secured and then walked out of the room leaving Jaina in a flood of darkness.
Which was in truth exactly what Jaina had been hoping for. No one, not even Luke Skywalker could escape from under Mara Jade's watchful eye, but Jaina was willing to try while she wasn't watching. Carefully extending her force senses, knowing that Mara's skills were not as well developed as before, Jaina began to examine her restraints.
They really weren't that advanced and would have been easily undone if Jaina had, had her vibroblade or her multitool with her. However, Mara was not dumb and she had immediately disarmed Jaina, even taking the smart precaution of removing the weapons from the room. But, as much as she admired her Aunt's methods and her thoroughness that would definitely not help her get out.
Jaina still had one thing going for her though. She had her force skills. It had been years since she had consistently practiced moving fine, detailed objects with the force so it took her a couple of tries and a vow to restart her training once she got home, before she got her restraints undone. She took them off quietly and allowed herself just a moment, a small moment, to revel in her momentary freedom and then quietly moved to stand next to the door.
She pressed her ear to it and used the force to get a feel of the room outside the door. She dimly felt Mara in the far corner of the room, quietly Jaina eased back from the door trying to gain some time to think. Jaina knew that she only had a slight chance against Mara and most of that chance would rely on the element of surprise. If she didn't have that she might as well go tie herself back to that chair.
Jaina went back to monitoring what was going on outside the door. When she noticed Mara sinking wearily into a chair and almost dissolving in to tears, it took all of her self-control not to automatically go and try to comfort her Aunt. But the rational, logical part of her mind quickly added, this would be the perfect time to launch your surprise attack when her defenses are down.
From years of training with Mara, Jaina was well aware of the dangers of hesitation. So, with swift certainty she gathered her confidence and charged full tilt in to the room.
* * * * * * * *
Jagged Fel paced the large living-area of the Solo suite like an angry kryt dragon. Hours ago Jaina had left him in the 'Falcon's lounge to go fly sims with Rogue Squadron. Jag had considered going with her, but in the end decided to give her some space. He most emphatically did not feel like pushing Jaina Solo. Especially with her dead Jedi-turned-Sith-turned-Jedi grandfather hanging around.
That brought up another problem, besides that fact that he was beginning to get worried about Jaina's rapidly lengthening absence, he hadn't really had a chance to think about their most recent discussion about changing the past. Jag wasn't sure what was the right or wrong thing to do in that situation, and Jag hated the uncertainty. Yet, he disliked playing with fate or for that matter being played with by fate. If only, he could figure a way out of it all.
His musings were ended abruptly when Luke Skywalker walked back through the apartment hastily checking his appearance. Noticing Jag he asked, "Jaina's not back yet?"
"No I guess she's still out celebrating with the Rogues." Jag commented, trying to keep the note of smug pride from his voice at Jaina's victory over Wedge Antilles.
"Well I hope she gets back soon. Leia wants to talk to her and with Han and Chewie gone- working on the 'Falcon, of course- she can get a little testy.
Not particularly wanting Leia Organa mad especially with the incident that afternoon Jag considered his options. "I think I'll comm. Jaina and see where she is now and when she thinks she'll be back."
Grinning cockily looking for all the worlds like a naïve farmboy, Luke said evenly, "That might be a good idea," as he walked out of the suite intent on his destination and who he was meeting there, Gariel Captisom. He had begun to question his feelings about Gariel when Jaina told him that he married another woman. Mera Jade or something, no that wasn't it, it was Mara. That was it. Well whatever, right now, no matter how intriguing this mystery woman was he had a date to keep, with Gariel.
* * * * * * *
If Jaina had, had the time as she charged at Mara Jade's semi-relaxed form, she would have cursed. The door had opened silently without so much as a hiss or puff of air to give her away. However, Jaina didn't think her comm. link could have picked a worse time to go off. Now it was going to be a fight and an ugly one at that.
The beep of the comm. link had given Mara an instants warning and that was all she needed. As soon as she heard it she flurried into a blur of motion, striking out at the girl almost by instinct. To Mara's immense surprise, the girl had already ducked, before Mara had even made her move. The two clashed together furiously fighting messily, no holds barred.
Jaina was ecstatic that her years of training seemed to be paying off. She was taking some punishment from Mara but at least she hadn't been knocked unconscious again. She couldn't keep fighting like this though, so far she had gotten through on instinct and luck, but as always her luck would eventually run out. It was best to have a plan before that happened, well before that happened.
So when Mara's next kick came up at her midsection, Jaina allowed it to catch her, not at full force of course, and carry her into the far wall. She lay there for a moment, pretending to be stunned. Taking the time that Mara was giving her as she warily approached, Jaina felt around the room for her weapons. If her weapons weren't there then she was in trouble, but they had to be. When she found them Jaina had to struggle to keep the triumphant grin off of her face to keep from alerting Mara.
When Mara first noticed that Jaina's eyes weren't focused on her, she wasn't suspicious. If the girl had truly been stunned when she hit the wall then her eyes might not necessarily be focusing on anything. But when she noticed that it wasn't that at all, Jaina's eyes were focused all right just not at her. To late Mara whirled around as the force propelled butt of Jaina's lightsaber crashed in to her head, almost immediately knocking her unconscious.
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Author's note: Sticks lol. I loved the song, be careful with your elbows though all that banging can cause major damage. lol. Thanks for all the reviews I got for this chapter everybody.
"Wedge come on, you know that the girls only have a few minutes to talk to us." Iella Wessiri reminded her husband as he fumbled into his clothes, getting ready to report for duty after his daughter's call.
"I'm coming, Dear," he said, hastily walking in to the room and coming up beside his wife of many years.
With both of their daughters on the secret Jedi base called Shelter, along with Ben Skywalker and the rest of the Jedi children, they had few opportunities to talk to their daughters. Wedge regretted not having more time to spend with Myri and Syal, but with the war going on there was no telling when he or Iella would next have a chance to see their children. So, when the opportunity presented itself, he and Iella always made sure to spend as much time as possible with the girls, even if it was just a short Holo comm. call. A light on the holoprojector finally flickered on and a small hologram of their daughters appeared.
Myri, their younger daughter was the first to greet them. "Hi Daddy," Syal chimed in quickly adding a greeting to their mother.
Feeling the tension in his wife as he loosely embraced her from behind Wedge spoke first. "How are my two favorite girls?"
The girls giggled and launched into simultaneous conversations about their recent activities, regaling their parents with all of their recent adventures. "Are you two all right, do you need anything," asked Iella with motherly concern.
"No, Mom, we're fine," answered Syal. "We've been taking classes with all of the Jedi kids here. Valin and Jysella and I even got top honors the other day for our project."
"That's great, Sweetie, just be sure and don't give Kam and Tionne too much trouble okay?" She questioned her daughters, raising her eyebrows at each of them in turn.
Glancing away from them for a moment, Syal appeared to be listening to someone else. "Mom, Dad, we have to go now, our times up."
"Okay, Sweetie, just remember that we love you both very much and Syal," added Wedge, "watch out for your sister."
"Yes, Daddy."
When the image of the two little girls disappeared both parents just stood there for a moment feeling a bit empty, although they both had duties to attend to. Finally the silence of the moment was broken by the chirping of Iella's comm. link.
"Wessiri here," she answered curtly after she thumbed it on.
Wedge couldn't here the other end of the conversation but knew from his wife's responses that their brief retreat from the world was about to end. When she finished speaking and turned the comm. link off, she turned back to face him.
"I have to go now, Wedge." She said regretfully.
"I know, Love, but I can still wish we didn't have to get back to work."
As they gathered up stray data cards and other small objects necessary for their daily duties, Iella filled Wedge in on the contents of her comm. conversation.
"That was Tekli. It seems that she and Lowbacca have been working all night on that Vong artifact that Tekli and Durron found where Jaina and Jag disappeared. According to Tekli, they've discovered what the artifact does and they want me to see their findings as soon as possible."
"Okay," Wedge replied as he scanned the room for anything he had missed, "let me know what's going on or if you need any additional personnel. I'll see you tonight," he asked the last part hopefully as he made his way towards the door to their rooms.
"I'll keep you posted and I don't know, it depends on what happens." They exchanged a brief kiss before both headed out going there separate ways.
* * * * * *
Fifteen minutes late, Iella entered the laboratory where Tekli, Lowbacca and various other scientists had been working on the unknown artifact. Almost as soon as she entered the lab, Lowbacca called her over. Grateful that she understood the Wookie language, Iella walked confidently over to where he was waiting.
"What did you find, Lowbacca?" she asked curiously.
Waving away the first part of the Wookie's statement, an apology for taking so long to figure out the function of the artifact, she asked him to repeat what he had said not quite believing her ears.
[ The creature, is related to the dovin basals the Vong use to warp gravity. We connected the creature to a vilip which in turn we connected to a holoprojector. The creature replayed for us what had happened. Apparently it was accidentally left behind by the Vong; it had a glitch though, that the Vong had not anticipated. When Jaina and Jag stopped for a certain amount of time near the creature, they accidentally activated it. We're not sure what it was supposed to do, but what it did do was use gravity to warp time and space around them sending them somewhere. ]
Iella absorbed this for a moment, trying to fight down her growing sense of dread. "Are you saying that they could be anywhere?"
Lowbacca groaned, showing reluctance to impart more bad news. "Yes and it is also possible that they are anywhen. We simply do not know."
Steeling herself to be the one to make the call to Leia Organa Solo, and feeling that she oed the woman that much purely out of motherly empathy, Iella asked one last question. "Is there any way to bring them back?"
Tekli spoke up at last, displaying a confidence in speech if not certainty that surprised Iella. "We are not sure, but we are working on it."
While that was not the most reassuring statement she had ever heard, it was enough that Iella did not have to tell Leia Organa Solo yet. So instead she made a quick call to Kyp Durron and updated him on the situation.
* * * * * * *
For the third time since she and Jag had left Borealis, Jaina regained consciousness with a throbbing headache. She really was getting tired of falling unconscious and waking with no clue about her surroundings. Needless to say she was not in a very good mood. Her mood was not helped by the fact that she was tied to a chair that was bolted to the deck in the middle of a deserted darkened room.
The room was silent, absolutely silent, eerily silent. Relaxing, consciously deciding not to panic, yet; Jaina leaned back in her chair or at least as far as she was able to, closed her eyes and reached out to feel her surroundings through the force.
She had barely begun to extend her force senses, when a voice snapped harshly, "Don't do that."
If she could have, Jaina would have fallen out of her chair at the familiar voice of her aunt Mara Jade Skywalker. Only this woman, Jaina realized wasn't her aunt, this was a much younger version of the person her aunt would become. This, Jaina realized, was Mara Jade, Emperor's Hand, a dangerous assassin who wanted to kill Luke Skywalker not kiss him.
Jaina knew that Mara had noticed her shocked expression and had also probably felt it through the force, but if the other woman had felt it she didn't acknowledge it. Instead Mara simply circled Jaina to face her.
"Who are you?" Mara demanded sharply.
"What you just go around kidnapping people now?" Jaina asked sarcastically, a tone she had actually perfected under her Aunt's tutelage, "I thought you just wanted to kill Luke Skywalker."
Mara, who had just been portraying a casual sort of icy detachment and anger, tensed noticeably but gave no other sort of reaction, at least a visible reaction. In truth, Jaina would have been more shocked if Mara had visibly reacted. However, Jaina's force skills allowed her to feel how much Mara had truly been thrown off balance by the remark.
"What do you know about that? Why were you with Luke Skywalker?" Mara demanded, reassuring herself that she had control of the situation.
"Now why would I tell you that?" Jaina asked mockingly, reminding herself once again that this woman was not her aunt but simply a hurting, confused young woman who had just had her entire life ripped away from her and only knew how to cope by lashing out in anger. Her mocking response had the effect that Jaina had hoped for and provoked the infamous Jade temper.
Getting down into Jaina's face, Mara snarled, "Because if you don't tell me, I will torture you until you wish I had just killed you."
Jaina laughed content at the predictability that her aunt's temper had shown and to further provoke Mara. Because, as Mara would teach her in the future, people who were angry did not think clearly. "First of all Mara Jade, torture isn't really your style. That's really more Darth Vader's area of expertise, and second would you really do that for a dead emperor who tore you from you home, and enslaved and used you all of your life."
Mara's face, now a mask of icy fury, loomed over Jaina's as she pressed her lower arm in to Jaina's throat slowly cutting off her air supply. "Don't you dare speak of my Master that way. He was the just, right and beneficial force that held this galaxy together, no thanks to you Rebels."
Mara spat the word out like an insult and backed away a few feet. When Jaina could breathe and speak easily again, she said calmly, "Oh I'm not with the Rebellion"
"Then where are you from," asked Mara skeptically.
"I," Jaina said casually, "am from the future."
Mara simply raised a skeptical eyebrow and said, "You really expect me to believe that."
"Well no, I would generally think someone was lying if they told me that, but you should be able to tell through the force that I'm not."
"Enough," snapped Mara tired of the girl's perception, her sarcasm and most of all her certainty that Mara would 'do the right thing.' Mentally scolding herself for kidnapping a girl that she knew so little about, Mara quickly checked Jaina's restraints, making sure the girl was properly secured and then walked out of the room leaving Jaina in a flood of darkness.
Which was in truth exactly what Jaina had been hoping for. No one, not even Luke Skywalker could escape from under Mara Jade's watchful eye, but Jaina was willing to try while she wasn't watching. Carefully extending her force senses, knowing that Mara's skills were not as well developed as before, Jaina began to examine her restraints.
They really weren't that advanced and would have been easily undone if Jaina had, had her vibroblade or her multitool with her. However, Mara was not dumb and she had immediately disarmed Jaina, even taking the smart precaution of removing the weapons from the room. But, as much as she admired her Aunt's methods and her thoroughness that would definitely not help her get out.
Jaina still had one thing going for her though. She had her force skills. It had been years since she had consistently practiced moving fine, detailed objects with the force so it took her a couple of tries and a vow to restart her training once she got home, before she got her restraints undone. She took them off quietly and allowed herself just a moment, a small moment, to revel in her momentary freedom and then quietly moved to stand next to the door.
She pressed her ear to it and used the force to get a feel of the room outside the door. She dimly felt Mara in the far corner of the room, quietly Jaina eased back from the door trying to gain some time to think. Jaina knew that she only had a slight chance against Mara and most of that chance would rely on the element of surprise. If she didn't have that she might as well go tie herself back to that chair.
Jaina went back to monitoring what was going on outside the door. When she noticed Mara sinking wearily into a chair and almost dissolving in to tears, it took all of her self-control not to automatically go and try to comfort her Aunt. But the rational, logical part of her mind quickly added, this would be the perfect time to launch your surprise attack when her defenses are down.
From years of training with Mara, Jaina was well aware of the dangers of hesitation. So, with swift certainty she gathered her confidence and charged full tilt in to the room.
* * * * * * * *
Jagged Fel paced the large living-area of the Solo suite like an angry kryt dragon. Hours ago Jaina had left him in the 'Falcon's lounge to go fly sims with Rogue Squadron. Jag had considered going with her, but in the end decided to give her some space. He most emphatically did not feel like pushing Jaina Solo. Especially with her dead Jedi-turned-Sith-turned-Jedi grandfather hanging around.
That brought up another problem, besides that fact that he was beginning to get worried about Jaina's rapidly lengthening absence, he hadn't really had a chance to think about their most recent discussion about changing the past. Jag wasn't sure what was the right or wrong thing to do in that situation, and Jag hated the uncertainty. Yet, he disliked playing with fate or for that matter being played with by fate. If only, he could figure a way out of it all.
His musings were ended abruptly when Luke Skywalker walked back through the apartment hastily checking his appearance. Noticing Jag he asked, "Jaina's not back yet?"
"No I guess she's still out celebrating with the Rogues." Jag commented, trying to keep the note of smug pride from his voice at Jaina's victory over Wedge Antilles.
"Well I hope she gets back soon. Leia wants to talk to her and with Han and Chewie gone- working on the 'Falcon, of course- she can get a little testy.
Not particularly wanting Leia Organa mad especially with the incident that afternoon Jag considered his options. "I think I'll comm. Jaina and see where she is now and when she thinks she'll be back."
Grinning cockily looking for all the worlds like a naïve farmboy, Luke said evenly, "That might be a good idea," as he walked out of the suite intent on his destination and who he was meeting there, Gariel Captisom. He had begun to question his feelings about Gariel when Jaina told him that he married another woman. Mera Jade or something, no that wasn't it, it was Mara. That was it. Well whatever, right now, no matter how intriguing this mystery woman was he had a date to keep, with Gariel.
* * * * * * *
If Jaina had, had the time as she charged at Mara Jade's semi-relaxed form, she would have cursed. The door had opened silently without so much as a hiss or puff of air to give her away. However, Jaina didn't think her comm. link could have picked a worse time to go off. Now it was going to be a fight and an ugly one at that.
The beep of the comm. link had given Mara an instants warning and that was all she needed. As soon as she heard it she flurried into a blur of motion, striking out at the girl almost by instinct. To Mara's immense surprise, the girl had already ducked, before Mara had even made her move. The two clashed together furiously fighting messily, no holds barred.
Jaina was ecstatic that her years of training seemed to be paying off. She was taking some punishment from Mara but at least she hadn't been knocked unconscious again. She couldn't keep fighting like this though, so far she had gotten through on instinct and luck, but as always her luck would eventually run out. It was best to have a plan before that happened, well before that happened.
So when Mara's next kick came up at her midsection, Jaina allowed it to catch her, not at full force of course, and carry her into the far wall. She lay there for a moment, pretending to be stunned. Taking the time that Mara was giving her as she warily approached, Jaina felt around the room for her weapons. If her weapons weren't there then she was in trouble, but they had to be. When she found them Jaina had to struggle to keep the triumphant grin off of her face to keep from alerting Mara.
When Mara first noticed that Jaina's eyes weren't focused on her, she wasn't suspicious. If the girl had truly been stunned when she hit the wall then her eyes might not necessarily be focusing on anything. But when she noticed that it wasn't that at all, Jaina's eyes were focused all right just not at her. To late Mara whirled around as the force propelled butt of Jaina's lightsaber crashed in to her head, almost immediately knocking her unconscious.
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