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Chapter 8
Gavin put his head down on the desk and sighed in frustration. He cursed Wedge Antilles to the pits of a fiery hell for ever allowing Wes to "help" him recruit.
It had all started from the very moment the sun had come up and had not lessened any since. Gavin had awakened that morning to find an Ewok suspended centimeters above his face bearing a sign that read, "Yub, yub, Colonel! -Major Kettch (I've been promoted!)" He blushed as he recalled how loudly he had shrieked.
Then there was the matter of every other recruit on his list bearing different variations of the name "Kettch". So far there had been a Twi'lek named Chet'tk, an Ithorian named Theckt, a human named Keth, and countless others. That wasn't too bad. The bad thing was, he had fallen for every single one of them.
The door opened and Gavin groaned as he heard Wes's cheery voice. "Here, Gavin, I got you some caf."
Gavin sat up and eyed the container Wes placed on his desk with suspicion. "What is it really, Wes? Paint thinner? Grease? Arsenic?"
Wes clapped a hand to his chest, a look of mock hurt on his face. "You pain me, Colonel. You mean you don't trust poor little innocent me to bring you a decent cup of caf?"
Gavin snorted. "No, I don't," he replied. He contemplated the cup for a few more minutes, then a fiendish smile spread over his features. "You know, Wes, I'm really not that thirsty. I mean, you've been doing most of the work around here."
Wes straightened up. "Well, nice to see someone appreciates me," he said loftily.
"Oh, I do, Wes. I do. In fact, I appreciate you so much, I think I'm going to let you drink this caf. After all, you need it more than I do." Gavin sat back and watched with satisfaction as the grin disappeared from Wes's face.
"Um-you know, Gavin, I'm really n-not that th-thirsty," Wes stammered, his face pasty.
"Please, Wes. I insist." Gavin smiled innocently and pushed the cup across his desk.
"N-no, Gavin," Wes said, pushing the cup back across. "I insist."
"Major Janson!" Gavin bellowed. "Pick up that cup and drain its contents now!"
Wes's hand shook as he picked up the cup of unidentified beverage. Gavin basked in the certainty that he had finally got back at the prankster.
Wes closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then swallowed the contents of the container. Gavin leaned forward, carefully gauging his reaction. Wes set the cup back down, smacking his lips. "Best caf the galley ever produced," he said gaily. "Yub, yub, Colonel!" He exited the room, whistling a Taanabian victory-dance strain and grinning widely.
Gavin put his head back on the desk and began pounding it against the surface. Will this day never end?. ************************ Meanwhile, a very different recruiting session was going on at the same time. Jaina and Jag were interviewing the pilots that hoped to join the ranks of Yun-Harla's personal squadron.
Jaina leaned back in her chair and sighed as yet another name was scrubbed from the lists. She rolled her shoulders. "I think it's high time we took a break," she murmured.
Jag walked up behind her and began massaging her shoulders. "I'll have to agree with you there, Goddess," he replied softly.
Jaina closed her eyes and moaned in appreciation of what Jag's hands were doing to her. She could feel the knots of tension dissolve like magic under his touch. "Ooh, Colonel, I've finally found a reason for keeping you around," she said teasingly.
Jag grinned. "You mean this wasn't a reason?" Tipping her chair back, he caught her lips up in a kiss. Jaina's eyes, which had opened in surprise as Jag tipped her chair back, closed again seemingly of their own volition. She brought her arms around his neck to run her fingers through his dark hair. Jag finally came up for air after several minutes. Jaina smiled lazily. "That's definitely a reason," she murmured, bringing his head down for more.
Several more moments of heated kissing later, they finally remembered where they were and what they were supposed to be doing. After hastily straightening clothing wandering hands had mussed, Jag brought in the next recruit on the list, a human male from Chandrila whose name was Calanis Meristrome.
Jaina looked up from her datapad as he entered the room. Tall, good- looking, with blond hair and striking blue eyes, Calanis was the very epitome of a fighter pilot. Of course, Jaina thought, he isn't as handsome as Jag. No one is.
"Calanis Meristrome?" She asked.
"That's me," the pilot said, flashing a smile. "But you're welcome to call me Cal."
Jag stiffened beside him and shot Jaina a protective look. She didn't have to use the Force to see what he was thinking; it was written all over his face. Then again, maybe it was obvious only to her. What does he think he's doing? "You can call me Cal"? Who the hell does this guy think he is?
Jaina shot him an admonishing look, then turned her attention back to Cal. "I can see from your records that you've flown against the Vong before," she said. "Can you tell me-" She broke off suddenly as a blinding flash of pain erupted in her head.
Jacen! she cried mentally. Engrossed in the vision, she didn't notice that she had fallen from her chair onto the floor. All she knew was Jacen's pain.
Ganner Ganner never liked you now you're dead Yuuzhan'tar don't kill me friend friend we were friends pain pain help me help me please Vergere Jedi Force one one all is one no sides just us one.
The vision ended as abruptly as it had come. Gasping for breath, her eyesight returned and she found herself staring into Cal's solicitous face. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. Then Cal was pushed aside, and Jag's face filled her vision.
"Jaina, look at me," he pleaded. "Are you all right?"
Jaina realized tears of joy were coursing down her face. "Oh, Jag, Jacen's alive!" She flung her arms around his neck.
"Jacen? Who's that? Is everything okay?"
Jag turned to face Cal. "Could you give us a moment? We'll get back to you."
Cal shrugged, then stepped out into the hall, the door shutting behind him. Jag returned his attention to Jaina. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.
Jaina nodded, smiling through her tears. "Yes! Oh, yes! Jag, my brother's alive!!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you enjoyed, people! Keep the reviews coming!! ;)
Gavin put his head down on the desk and sighed in frustration. He cursed Wedge Antilles to the pits of a fiery hell for ever allowing Wes to "help" him recruit.
It had all started from the very moment the sun had come up and had not lessened any since. Gavin had awakened that morning to find an Ewok suspended centimeters above his face bearing a sign that read, "Yub, yub, Colonel! -Major Kettch (I've been promoted!)" He blushed as he recalled how loudly he had shrieked.
Then there was the matter of every other recruit on his list bearing different variations of the name "Kettch". So far there had been a Twi'lek named Chet'tk, an Ithorian named Theckt, a human named Keth, and countless others. That wasn't too bad. The bad thing was, he had fallen for every single one of them.
The door opened and Gavin groaned as he heard Wes's cheery voice. "Here, Gavin, I got you some caf."
Gavin sat up and eyed the container Wes placed on his desk with suspicion. "What is it really, Wes? Paint thinner? Grease? Arsenic?"
Wes clapped a hand to his chest, a look of mock hurt on his face. "You pain me, Colonel. You mean you don't trust poor little innocent me to bring you a decent cup of caf?"
Gavin snorted. "No, I don't," he replied. He contemplated the cup for a few more minutes, then a fiendish smile spread over his features. "You know, Wes, I'm really not that thirsty. I mean, you've been doing most of the work around here."
Wes straightened up. "Well, nice to see someone appreciates me," he said loftily.
"Oh, I do, Wes. I do. In fact, I appreciate you so much, I think I'm going to let you drink this caf. After all, you need it more than I do." Gavin sat back and watched with satisfaction as the grin disappeared from Wes's face.
"Um-you know, Gavin, I'm really n-not that th-thirsty," Wes stammered, his face pasty.
"Please, Wes. I insist." Gavin smiled innocently and pushed the cup across his desk.
"N-no, Gavin," Wes said, pushing the cup back across. "I insist."
"Major Janson!" Gavin bellowed. "Pick up that cup and drain its contents now!"
Wes's hand shook as he picked up the cup of unidentified beverage. Gavin basked in the certainty that he had finally got back at the prankster.
Wes closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then swallowed the contents of the container. Gavin leaned forward, carefully gauging his reaction. Wes set the cup back down, smacking his lips. "Best caf the galley ever produced," he said gaily. "Yub, yub, Colonel!" He exited the room, whistling a Taanabian victory-dance strain and grinning widely.
Gavin put his head back on the desk and began pounding it against the surface. Will this day never end?. ************************ Meanwhile, a very different recruiting session was going on at the same time. Jaina and Jag were interviewing the pilots that hoped to join the ranks of Yun-Harla's personal squadron.
Jaina leaned back in her chair and sighed as yet another name was scrubbed from the lists. She rolled her shoulders. "I think it's high time we took a break," she murmured.
Jag walked up behind her and began massaging her shoulders. "I'll have to agree with you there, Goddess," he replied softly.
Jaina closed her eyes and moaned in appreciation of what Jag's hands were doing to her. She could feel the knots of tension dissolve like magic under his touch. "Ooh, Colonel, I've finally found a reason for keeping you around," she said teasingly.
Jag grinned. "You mean this wasn't a reason?" Tipping her chair back, he caught her lips up in a kiss. Jaina's eyes, which had opened in surprise as Jag tipped her chair back, closed again seemingly of their own volition. She brought her arms around his neck to run her fingers through his dark hair. Jag finally came up for air after several minutes. Jaina smiled lazily. "That's definitely a reason," she murmured, bringing his head down for more.
Several more moments of heated kissing later, they finally remembered where they were and what they were supposed to be doing. After hastily straightening clothing wandering hands had mussed, Jag brought in the next recruit on the list, a human male from Chandrila whose name was Calanis Meristrome.
Jaina looked up from her datapad as he entered the room. Tall, good- looking, with blond hair and striking blue eyes, Calanis was the very epitome of a fighter pilot. Of course, Jaina thought, he isn't as handsome as Jag. No one is.
"Calanis Meristrome?" She asked.
"That's me," the pilot said, flashing a smile. "But you're welcome to call me Cal."
Jag stiffened beside him and shot Jaina a protective look. She didn't have to use the Force to see what he was thinking; it was written all over his face. Then again, maybe it was obvious only to her. What does he think he's doing? "You can call me Cal"? Who the hell does this guy think he is?
Jaina shot him an admonishing look, then turned her attention back to Cal. "I can see from your records that you've flown against the Vong before," she said. "Can you tell me-" She broke off suddenly as a blinding flash of pain erupted in her head.
Jacen! she cried mentally. Engrossed in the vision, she didn't notice that she had fallen from her chair onto the floor. All she knew was Jacen's pain.
Ganner Ganner never liked you now you're dead Yuuzhan'tar don't kill me friend friend we were friends pain pain help me help me please Vergere Jedi Force one one all is one no sides just us one.
The vision ended as abruptly as it had come. Gasping for breath, her eyesight returned and she found herself staring into Cal's solicitous face. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. Then Cal was pushed aside, and Jag's face filled her vision.
"Jaina, look at me," he pleaded. "Are you all right?"
Jaina realized tears of joy were coursing down her face. "Oh, Jag, Jacen's alive!" She flung her arms around his neck.
"Jacen? Who's that? Is everything okay?"
Jag turned to face Cal. "Could you give us a moment? We'll get back to you."
Cal shrugged, then stepped out into the hall, the door shutting behind him. Jag returned his attention to Jaina. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.
Jaina nodded, smiling through her tears. "Yes! Oh, yes! Jag, my brother's alive!!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you enjoyed, people! Keep the reviews coming!! ;)