Chapter Three
*(Nine Months Later)*
Jaina Solo had practically heard the alarm before it had gone off. Enemy squadrons in their sector. And as usual, she was the first to the fighters.
"All wings ready?" She asked into the com in her helmet.
"All set commander." Danzul, her wingman, answered.
"Perfect." Jaina answered, warming up the X-wing's engines, and slipping on her gloves. "Red-blue-gold. Follow me."
"Right behind you Commander."
Jaina taxied her X-wing out of the hanger, the sides of her mouth forming a vicious grin. Time to go Vong hunting.
She brought her X-wing up in a tight ark, taking her away from the hidden base on the dark side of the moon Iysis. Where they had been hiding for a week for just this opportunity. Time to play bad-Jedi and purely take them out. Despite herself, she was beginning to like ambushes. They kept casualty rating at a low, and their success to a high.
Jaina weaved her X-wing in and out of the asteroid field that formed a ring around the planet. The scanners had picked up the signals off the seventh quadrant- and that's where she was headed.
"We're getting close." Jaina said quietly, as she kept one eye on piloting and the other on her on-board scanner. The closer she got to the bunch of black dots the closer she got to the Vong. It was that easy, strange how easy, but just that easy. "Alright people, time to show our stuff. Let's make them wish they were never hatched."
"As always." A young flyer answered, cocky in his inexpedience.
Jaina laughed, shaking her head. "Don't try to show off red-five. Alright everyone...Spring it!"
The Republic X-wings swooped down on their prey, mercilessly, in repayment of all the times they had not been shown mercy. Jaina remembered the first time she had been given command over a squadron. Her mother, Leia Organa Solo had said, 'Don't give mercy, you won't get any.' And Jaina knew that it was a fact.
Jaina had one in her sites, and pommeled the enemy ship without forgiveness. Until it was reduced to pulverized dust. She got another in her sites, and it suffered the same fate. A brief explosion of fire and flame, then nothingness in the blackness of space.
"They're on my tail!"
The voice in her helmet sounded young- and scared. Jaina looked around wildly, "Where are you Red Five?"
"Bearing Five Seven Niner, I don't think I can keep him off much longer."
Jaina put her ship into a tight spiral, "I'm coming." It wasn't a second until she saw him, the young pilot was being chased by three vong fighters. She came in behind one, "Time to say bye bye..." she muttered under her breath. In two seconds it was blown away, then the next, and then the last. Before they had known what hit them.
"Thanks." The kid said, his voice shaking only a little. "You saved me from becoming space dust."
"No problem." Jaina said, then laughed, "I try not to litter."
Danzul's voice came over her headset, "Mission accomplished Commander. They are all fleeing, crippled, or non-existant."
"Give me the numbers." Jaina ordered."Any casualties on our side?"
"No casualties," her wing-man reported. "Fifty Vong fighters destroyed, seven crippled, and eleven fleeing."
Jaina smiled, "Nice work people. Now, lets go home."
2*(*(*(*(*(*(*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*1
Jaina was the last to taxi her fighter into the docking bay. Almost everyone had left already, going off to have a nice refreshing bathe in the 'fresher- or watch a halo, or just return to their quarters to get some sleep. The last choice was what she was going to do.
Walking away from her fighter she ran her fingertips down it's nose. The sleek X-wing had it's tricks still in it. Beaten and jurry-wrigged together it was a great star fighter. The first time she had looked at it she was a little disappointed. But now she had flown over a hundred missions- and it was strange how someone could get attached to something. It was like how her father had gotten so attatched to the Falcon. The cockpit felt right, and the controls were smooth sailing all the way.
She left the docking bay, smiling over her shoulder.
8********************************************8
In her own quarters Jaina kicked off her boots, and let down her long brown hair. Running her fingers through it, and wondering just how dark it was now -because of the lack of sunshine.
She quickly changed out of her jumpsuit- and put on a t-shirt and sweats. It was time for her to send a halo. To a certain Jedi Knight who's only mail came from her.
Jaina sat on her bed, holding the hand held recorder. "Hi Zekk. Holograming from parts unknown, just saying hi. I know it's been awhile but-" Jaina told about her quarters, the news about her brothers, and last of all, "I love you. No goodbyes." With that, she turned off the recorder and keyed in the address, Zekk's name, code, and their secret password. And the message was sent. Halfway across the galaxy- to Zekk's outpost in the wilderness of Bathazan.
Quietly, she got into bed. Pulling the light blanket up around her chin she wondered what Zekk was doing at the moment. Where he was, and if he was alright. His presence was far away, dim as a star in the summer sky. But he was there. Somewhere...Off on the far planet...
So hold me when I'm here right me when I'm wrong,
You can hold me when I'm scared but you wont always be there,
So love me when I'm gone, love me when I'm gone,
When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin.
I won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends.
TO BE CONTINUED!
*(Nine Months Later)*
Jaina Solo had practically heard the alarm before it had gone off. Enemy squadrons in their sector. And as usual, she was the first to the fighters.
"All wings ready?" She asked into the com in her helmet.
"All set commander." Danzul, her wingman, answered.
"Perfect." Jaina answered, warming up the X-wing's engines, and slipping on her gloves. "Red-blue-gold. Follow me."
"Right behind you Commander."
Jaina taxied her X-wing out of the hanger, the sides of her mouth forming a vicious grin. Time to go Vong hunting.
She brought her X-wing up in a tight ark, taking her away from the hidden base on the dark side of the moon Iysis. Where they had been hiding for a week for just this opportunity. Time to play bad-Jedi and purely take them out. Despite herself, she was beginning to like ambushes. They kept casualty rating at a low, and their success to a high.
Jaina weaved her X-wing in and out of the asteroid field that formed a ring around the planet. The scanners had picked up the signals off the seventh quadrant- and that's where she was headed.
"We're getting close." Jaina said quietly, as she kept one eye on piloting and the other on her on-board scanner. The closer she got to the bunch of black dots the closer she got to the Vong. It was that easy, strange how easy, but just that easy. "Alright people, time to show our stuff. Let's make them wish they were never hatched."
"As always." A young flyer answered, cocky in his inexpedience.
Jaina laughed, shaking her head. "Don't try to show off red-five. Alright everyone...Spring it!"
The Republic X-wings swooped down on their prey, mercilessly, in repayment of all the times they had not been shown mercy. Jaina remembered the first time she had been given command over a squadron. Her mother, Leia Organa Solo had said, 'Don't give mercy, you won't get any.' And Jaina knew that it was a fact.
Jaina had one in her sites, and pommeled the enemy ship without forgiveness. Until it was reduced to pulverized dust. She got another in her sites, and it suffered the same fate. A brief explosion of fire and flame, then nothingness in the blackness of space.
"They're on my tail!"
The voice in her helmet sounded young- and scared. Jaina looked around wildly, "Where are you Red Five?"
"Bearing Five Seven Niner, I don't think I can keep him off much longer."
Jaina put her ship into a tight spiral, "I'm coming." It wasn't a second until she saw him, the young pilot was being chased by three vong fighters. She came in behind one, "Time to say bye bye..." she muttered under her breath. In two seconds it was blown away, then the next, and then the last. Before they had known what hit them.
"Thanks." The kid said, his voice shaking only a little. "You saved me from becoming space dust."
"No problem." Jaina said, then laughed, "I try not to litter."
Danzul's voice came over her headset, "Mission accomplished Commander. They are all fleeing, crippled, or non-existant."
"Give me the numbers." Jaina ordered."Any casualties on our side?"
"No casualties," her wing-man reported. "Fifty Vong fighters destroyed, seven crippled, and eleven fleeing."
Jaina smiled, "Nice work people. Now, lets go home."
2*(*(*(*(*(*(*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*)*1
Jaina was the last to taxi her fighter into the docking bay. Almost everyone had left already, going off to have a nice refreshing bathe in the 'fresher- or watch a halo, or just return to their quarters to get some sleep. The last choice was what she was going to do.
Walking away from her fighter she ran her fingertips down it's nose. The sleek X-wing had it's tricks still in it. Beaten and jurry-wrigged together it was a great star fighter. The first time she had looked at it she was a little disappointed. But now she had flown over a hundred missions- and it was strange how someone could get attached to something. It was like how her father had gotten so attatched to the Falcon. The cockpit felt right, and the controls were smooth sailing all the way.
She left the docking bay, smiling over her shoulder.
8********************************************8
In her own quarters Jaina kicked off her boots, and let down her long brown hair. Running her fingers through it, and wondering just how dark it was now -because of the lack of sunshine.
She quickly changed out of her jumpsuit- and put on a t-shirt and sweats. It was time for her to send a halo. To a certain Jedi Knight who's only mail came from her.
Jaina sat on her bed, holding the hand held recorder. "Hi Zekk. Holograming from parts unknown, just saying hi. I know it's been awhile but-" Jaina told about her quarters, the news about her brothers, and last of all, "I love you. No goodbyes." With that, she turned off the recorder and keyed in the address, Zekk's name, code, and their secret password. And the message was sent. Halfway across the galaxy- to Zekk's outpost in the wilderness of Bathazan.
Quietly, she got into bed. Pulling the light blanket up around her chin she wondered what Zekk was doing at the moment. Where he was, and if he was alright. His presence was far away, dim as a star in the summer sky. But he was there. Somewhere...Off on the far planet...
So hold me when I'm here right me when I'm wrong,
You can hold me when I'm scared but you wont always be there,
So love me when I'm gone, love me when I'm gone,
When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin.
I won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends.
TO BE CONTINUED!