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Chapter 7: Let's Call The Whole Thing Off.

Jaina docked in the hangar bay and watched her pilots, one by one, make their way from the hangar to the corridor leading towards the tapcaf.

So much for sleep, she thought.

Jaina turned back to her X-Wing, doing one last check on it before calling it a night. All she really wanted to do right now was go to her quarters. Maybe she could get some sleep or meditate, though she doubted that she'd be able to quiet down her brain. She started to make her way out of the hangar when her path was suddenly blocked by two very large, very angry, very determined figures. Jaina looked up into their faces. The first one, a greasy, not too pleasant looking human male, sneered and laughed. The second one, an even scruffier looking human female joined in with the man's laughter. Jaina took a step to go around them, but the man blocked her path. Jaina took another step, but again the man blocked her off. He reached down and grabbed her wrist, smiling a sickeningly sweet smile.

"You're coming with us, Goddess."

That's what you think, Jaina thought. She took a step back from the man, only to find the woman behind her. The woman locked her arms around Jaina's waist. Jaina turned herself in the woman's embrace so that she was facing her. The woman reeked of dried bantha fodder. It was so strong that it took almost all of Jaina's Jedi training to keep from physically reacting to the stench. She looked head on at the woman. Reading her through the Force was easy. The woman, and the man for that matter, was not a very smart being. Even an ewok could've planned a better abduction for a Jedi. Jaina envisioned a pair of Vong warriors, ones that were set out to kill her two assailants. She set this image to both the man and the woman. Panic crossed their faces as they looked toward the door to the hangar bay, where Jaina had "told" them the Vong warriors would be. The woman dropped her grip of Jaina's waist and sprinted towards the other exit, as did the man. Jaina dusted herself off, laughing.

"That was almost too easy."

The voice startled her. Slowly, she turned around to face who had said that. Then, stupidly, she began giggling like a schoolgirl. It was Jag. A moments affirmation with the Force would've proven that to her.

"Yeah, well, it didn't help that they were complete idiots. Is the Peace Brigade really getting that low on resources that they don't have skilled enough assassins to capture me anymore?"

"Jaina, we need to talk."

Jaina involuntarily took a step back. Her mind raced with the possibilities. Given everything that had happened between them today alone, he could want to talk to her about any number of things. In the back of her mind, she feared the worst. That he was going to call the wedding off. She looked at him, reached out to him with the Force. His mental barriers were still up. Whatever he wanted to talk to her about, he wasn't going to let her in on it now.

"So talk." Jaina said, trying her best to sound disinterested.

Jag shook his head. "Not here. Come with me."

Jaina followed Jag, a sinking feeling settling into the pit of her stomach. Jag wound through the passages, finally stopping in front of his quarters. He stopped, took a deep breath, and raised his shaking hand to punch in the access code. He stepped to the side and motioned for Jaina to go in. Tentatively, he stepped through the door and closed it behind him, locking it.

Jaina swallowed hard. Jag had just locked them in a room together. And not just any room, his room. He took a step towards her, his eyes locking with hers.

"We need to talk about what happened today."

Jaina nodded, not breaking the intense gaze that Jag held her under. There was five feet between their bodies and it wouldn't take a Jedi to figure out the tension that crackled between them.

"I know why you're doing this. And I've thought about it. Jaina, I don't want to wait another six months for this wedding." He paused, taking in the reaction on her face. She was doing a good job of hiding her shock and confusion, but he could read it in her eyes.

"I want to get married right now. Tonight."

Jaina involuntarily gasped. Jag wanted to get married now? What in nine Corellian hells had changed his mind? She looked up to see Jag standing less than a foot in front of her.

"What do you think, Jaina?"

"I think you better stop right there. If we're going to get married tonight then I want be able to truthfully say that I can wear white at my wedding."

Jag laughed and closed the distance between them. Grinning from ear to ear, he picked Jaina up and kissed her.

"Well then, my beautiful bride, you'd best be on your way. You're going to need a dress and you're going to have to tell your family."

"Just as long as you show up, I think we'll be fine."