"X-Wing, identify yourself."
The controller's voice jolted Jaina out of her reverie. She keyed the comm. "This is the Goddess speaking," she replied in as snotty a tone as she could muster. "Do you have a problem with that, mortal?"
"Uh, no, Goddess. No problem at all. You are cleared to land."
"Thank you." Jaina flicked off the comm unit and brought her X-Wing into the hangar bay of Rebel Dream, her mother's old flagship. She set the starship a few meters from the rest of Twin Suns Squadron, then popped the canopy and climbed out. Turning, she saw Wedge Antilles approaching at a brisk pace. Smiling to herself, Jaina decided to have a little fun with the general.
"General, ten-hut!" she barked as he halted in front of her.
Wedge stared at her in shocked surprise. "What did you just say?"
Dropping her voice, Jaina said, "You heard me, General. We wouldn't want to compromise security, now, would we? The Goddess must inspect her generals from time to time, you know." She smiled at him sweetly.
"I'm going to get you for this, Solo," Wedge muttered, shooting her a murderous look as he snapped a crisp salute.
Jaina circled him. "Suck in that gut, General! My, my! Been having too much of Iella's home cooking lately, have we?"
"Yep, we certainly have!"
At the sound of the new voice, Wedge spun around and immediately wished he hadn't. Coming towards him was Wes Janson, his face gleeful at the prospect of ribbing Wedge a little. As Wedge continued to watch Janson's approach, his face turned pasty with dread. For, following in the Master's wake were his two Apprentices of Insanity, Voort "Piggy" saBriing and Sharr Latt.
"Ooh, General, gotta watch that waistline!" Sharr called out, his face merry.
"Mr. Latt, are you suggesting that I am fat?" Wedge asked in a tone of outraged dignity.
"No, no, not at all, Wedge," Wes replied cheerfully. "In that uniform, it's barely noticeable."
"What? What's not noticeable?" Wedge asked worriedly.
"Nothing, nothing. We understand," Wes replied. "Putting on a little extra weight is one of the sad side effects of aging."
"Yes," Piggy agreed, his translator whirring. "Along with gray hair."
Wes's expression was one of outrage. "Apprentice saBriing, are you suggesting that age has anything to do with the gray hair that I, Wes Janson, Master of Insanity, personally bestowed upon our beloved General's head?"
Jaina, who had been cracking up on the sidelines ever since Janson and his crew had showed up, finally decided to let Wedge off the hook. "Enough," she chuckled. "Review is over. Dismissed, General!"
Wes was crestfallen. "But the fun was just starting!" he whined. "Goddess, you sure know how to put a stop to a perpetually youthful, vigorous, and amazingly handsome man's good times!"
Wedge took this opportunity to escape while he could. Jaina, however, was not so lucky. "Just a minute, Goddess!" Sharr called after her. "Apprentice saBriing and myself must discuss battle tactics with-" He was stopped short by Jaina's glare.
"For your information, Mr. Latt, I happen to have a previous engagement with a dashingly handsome, fascinating young pilot, and I would much prefer to spend time with him alone, uninterrupted. Is that clear?" She asked, her tone menacing as her hand caressed the handle of her lightsaber.
"Y-yes, Oh Great One," Sharr replied nervously.
"Good." With that, Jaina stalked out of the hangar bay to rendezvous with a certain dark-haired, green-eyed young man.
"Why Goddess, I didn't know you cared!" Jaina groaned inwardly as Wes's parting shot floated down the corridor.
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The controller's voice jolted Jaina out of her reverie. She keyed the comm. "This is the Goddess speaking," she replied in as snotty a tone as she could muster. "Do you have a problem with that, mortal?"
"Uh, no, Goddess. No problem at all. You are cleared to land."
"Thank you." Jaina flicked off the comm unit and brought her X-Wing into the hangar bay of Rebel Dream, her mother's old flagship. She set the starship a few meters from the rest of Twin Suns Squadron, then popped the canopy and climbed out. Turning, she saw Wedge Antilles approaching at a brisk pace. Smiling to herself, Jaina decided to have a little fun with the general.
"General, ten-hut!" she barked as he halted in front of her.
Wedge stared at her in shocked surprise. "What did you just say?"
Dropping her voice, Jaina said, "You heard me, General. We wouldn't want to compromise security, now, would we? The Goddess must inspect her generals from time to time, you know." She smiled at him sweetly.
"I'm going to get you for this, Solo," Wedge muttered, shooting her a murderous look as he snapped a crisp salute.
Jaina circled him. "Suck in that gut, General! My, my! Been having too much of Iella's home cooking lately, have we?"
"Yep, we certainly have!"
At the sound of the new voice, Wedge spun around and immediately wished he hadn't. Coming towards him was Wes Janson, his face gleeful at the prospect of ribbing Wedge a little. As Wedge continued to watch Janson's approach, his face turned pasty with dread. For, following in the Master's wake were his two Apprentices of Insanity, Voort "Piggy" saBriing and Sharr Latt.
"Ooh, General, gotta watch that waistline!" Sharr called out, his face merry.
"Mr. Latt, are you suggesting that I am fat?" Wedge asked in a tone of outraged dignity.
"No, no, not at all, Wedge," Wes replied cheerfully. "In that uniform, it's barely noticeable."
"What? What's not noticeable?" Wedge asked worriedly.
"Nothing, nothing. We understand," Wes replied. "Putting on a little extra weight is one of the sad side effects of aging."
"Yes," Piggy agreed, his translator whirring. "Along with gray hair."
Wes's expression was one of outrage. "Apprentice saBriing, are you suggesting that age has anything to do with the gray hair that I, Wes Janson, Master of Insanity, personally bestowed upon our beloved General's head?"
Jaina, who had been cracking up on the sidelines ever since Janson and his crew had showed up, finally decided to let Wedge off the hook. "Enough," she chuckled. "Review is over. Dismissed, General!"
Wes was crestfallen. "But the fun was just starting!" he whined. "Goddess, you sure know how to put a stop to a perpetually youthful, vigorous, and amazingly handsome man's good times!"
Wedge took this opportunity to escape while he could. Jaina, however, was not so lucky. "Just a minute, Goddess!" Sharr called after her. "Apprentice saBriing and myself must discuss battle tactics with-" He was stopped short by Jaina's glare.
"For your information, Mr. Latt, I happen to have a previous engagement with a dashingly handsome, fascinating young pilot, and I would much prefer to spend time with him alone, uninterrupted. Is that clear?" She asked, her tone menacing as her hand caressed the handle of her lightsaber.
"Y-yes, Oh Great One," Sharr replied nervously.
"Good." With that, Jaina stalked out of the hangar bay to rendezvous with a certain dark-haired, green-eyed young man.
"Why Goddess, I didn't know you cared!" Jaina groaned inwardly as Wes's parting shot floated down the corridor.
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