Greetings.
This story, takes place inbetween DarkJourney and the next book starring
Jaina, what is it Rebel Dream? Jag and Jaina haven't settled all of thier
flaws yet, and although, Jaina's not on the 'darkside' anymore, she's still
a little bit tramatized by what has happened to her thus far. This is major
spoilers for anything after DJ, and it shows another point of veiw on Jag
and Jaina's relationship.
PLEASE TURN OFF ALL CELL-PHONES, AND ANNOYING LITTLE SIBLINGS, LIKE 12 YEAR- OLD BROTHERS. THAT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED. THANK YOU.....
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING! NOTHING IN THIS STORY IS MINE
NOT THE PLANETS
NOT THE PEOPLE Though I wish I owned Jag.
NOT THE SHIPS
NOT THE WEAPONS mainly lightsabers, which I DO own a model of
NOT ANYTHING!!!!!!!
SO PLEASE
DON'T
SUE
ME
BECAUSE
I DON'T
OWN
MONEY
EITHER!!!
:Clears Throat:
So without further adue, I present to you, my story................................. Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE: THE TRIP.
Jaina Solo grumbled inaudibly as she stuffed another pair of combat pants into her duffle bag.
'It figures.' she thought. Why would Rouge Squadron want her back? After all she was a Jedi. Not to mention she was a Solo, and a twin. 'What is that thing with twins anyway?' She sighed and rubbed her forhead. It was only 10 and already she was getting a pounding headache. Stomping over to the wardrobe she snatched the red dress she had worn to the hapan party and stuffed it, unfolded into her bag. 'I'll be damned if I ever go anywhere fancy enough to wear that again' she thought bitterly. Zipping up her bag a little more aggressively then necessary, she waved her hand to open the door in front of her. Before she set off however she looked in both directions to make sure she wasn't followed. Then with a sigh, set off towards her debreifing station.
"So what exactly do you propose I do Wedge?" Jaina said, leaning onto the table infront of her. 'Some debreifing session', she thought, 'It's more like a court, look at this, what is it, the Antilles, and Fel, war against the Solo's?!'
Jaina, had entered Wedge's office to find him seated behind his desk and Jagged Fel sitting in the other chair.
"I don't know Jaina," Wedge sighed rubbing his temples. 'Good,' Jaina thought bitterly, 'Maybe he has the headache I have.' "All I know is that you can't come back to Rouge Squadron, not yet anyway."
"I've already established that little feature, what I want to know is where you think I can go, because I can't stay here,unless I'm Queen Mother, and I already turned down that job offer, I can't go to Mon Calamari, because I could be risking capture, and become part of the twin obsession the Vong have, I can't go to Eclipse, because somebody ratted us out, and there is no Eclipse. And I can't go into the battle field with my X-wing, because I could get shot and killed and then where would we be?" I glanced at Jag. "And what is his reason on being here, not to be rude or anything. But, I kinda feel like I'm on trial, you know, with you two being related and everything." she felt Jag bristle with annoyance, and something she couldn't really define, what was it? Regret? He opened his mouth to speak, but Wedge cut him off.
"Listen, Jaya." Her head snapped up from where she was glaring at the desk infront of her hoping to seer a hole through the wood, She could sense Jag's surprise, in finding out her childhood nickname. She pinned Wedge with my hardest glare, he didn't hesitate.
"I've known you since, before you could walk, hell, I've known your dad when he hated your mother's guts and vice versa." Jaina raised my eyebrows at this as if to say: and your point is? He held his hand up to motion her silence. "I know flying is in your blood, Your grandfather did it. Your Uncle does it, your father does it. But, I just can't risk you getting killed in some hustle out in the middle of space somewhere-"
"But you can risk sending off onto some WorldCraft, knowing that I probably wouldn't come out alive?" She said cutting him off.
"That was your uncles decision not mine." Wedge snarled
"Oh, so now your blaming it on Uncle Luke." Jaina snapped back. Wedge gritted his teeth together, and clenched his fisted, while as Jag sat his head tilted, a minor confused expression on his face. She smirked.
"Since you obviously have no idea what we're talking about, why are you here?" He raised his eyes to meet hers, and she was shocked to see emotions swirling on his normally masked face. He opened his mouth to speak but Wedge cut him off again.
"Jaina." He spoke very calmly and softly. Jaina sighed and turned my head to him. "Wedge," she mocked his soft spoken words, knowing that if she ever did rejoin Rouge Squadron, she was going to get her face chewed off for this.
"I love you very much." Jaina's mouth dropped open and unexpected tears formed infront of her eyes. She focused her gaze at her hands, trying to hold them back. "You know that." He continued. "Your like another daughter to me, and your brothers were too." He paused and seemingly collected himself.
"I don't like cooping you up, I don't like holding you back, but it is necessary, and I know regretably that my idea about Mrykr was wrong." She clenched her eyes shut, not really caring to hear the rest of what Wedge had to say.
"But, I have learned from my mistakes, and I don't want to make them again. I have a place to send you to, that will hopefully keep you safe, for the time being."
Jaina looked up, her eyes had dried. "Where?" She asked softly, not mockingly. "Hold on a minute," He smiled, and gestured to Jag, "The Colonel here has volunteered to take you there, and watch you." She opened her mouth to object. "Not babysit," He cut her off before she could speak."Just guard." Jaina turned to Jag, who had not said a word during this whole discussion. "Is this true?" He stared at her for a second, before turning his head, Jaina noticed that his face, had become a little flushed.
"Yes," She was about to ask why, but Wedge continued his speach.
"So thats the reason he's here, I have booked you a flight on the first, CIVILLIAN, craft out of here."
Jaina cleared her throat. And he glanced up, noting her smirk, and matching it with one of his own.
"Yes, Jaina."
"Where exactly, am I going?" She asked tilting her head.
Wedge's smirk turned into a full blown smile. "I thought you'd never ask, you and the Colonel are on a temperary one way trip to..." He paused for effect, and she raised an eyebrow, and clasped her hands together in mock inticipation, next to her Jag hid a smile. But she was totally unprepared for the answer.
"Naboo." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: I can safely say, I don't think you saw that comming. Please read and review, and I will update ASAP. and continue this little plot, that I thought up while just sitting here at my little computer station.^_^ Peace Luv and S-B's! R/R! PLEASE!
~~~~~~~~~~~
Next on The Long Forgotten Planet:
Why did that planet seem so familiar, and yet, at the same time, not seem that familiar at all? Jaina walked towards the port, chanting the planets name like a cheer....
"You have no idea what it's like." Jaina spat, "You might have been responsible for their deaths, but, you didn't FEEL them die, now did you?"
She stared out of the window, humming a tune absently. A tune she had never heard before in her life....But someone else had.... ~~~~~~~~~
PLEASE TURN OFF ALL CELL-PHONES, AND ANNOYING LITTLE SIBLINGS, LIKE 12 YEAR- OLD BROTHERS. THAT WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED. THANK YOU.....
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING! NOTHING IN THIS STORY IS MINE
NOT THE PLANETS
NOT THE PEOPLE Though I wish I owned Jag.
NOT THE SHIPS
NOT THE WEAPONS mainly lightsabers, which I DO own a model of
NOT ANYTHING!!!!!!!
SO PLEASE
DON'T
SUE
ME
BECAUSE
I DON'T
OWN
MONEY
EITHER!!!
:Clears Throat:
So without further adue, I present to you, my story................................. Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE: THE TRIP.
Jaina Solo grumbled inaudibly as she stuffed another pair of combat pants into her duffle bag.
'It figures.' she thought. Why would Rouge Squadron want her back? After all she was a Jedi. Not to mention she was a Solo, and a twin. 'What is that thing with twins anyway?' She sighed and rubbed her forhead. It was only 10 and already she was getting a pounding headache. Stomping over to the wardrobe she snatched the red dress she had worn to the hapan party and stuffed it, unfolded into her bag. 'I'll be damned if I ever go anywhere fancy enough to wear that again' she thought bitterly. Zipping up her bag a little more aggressively then necessary, she waved her hand to open the door in front of her. Before she set off however she looked in both directions to make sure she wasn't followed. Then with a sigh, set off towards her debreifing station.
"So what exactly do you propose I do Wedge?" Jaina said, leaning onto the table infront of her. 'Some debreifing session', she thought, 'It's more like a court, look at this, what is it, the Antilles, and Fel, war against the Solo's?!'
Jaina, had entered Wedge's office to find him seated behind his desk and Jagged Fel sitting in the other chair.
"I don't know Jaina," Wedge sighed rubbing his temples. 'Good,' Jaina thought bitterly, 'Maybe he has the headache I have.' "All I know is that you can't come back to Rouge Squadron, not yet anyway."
"I've already established that little feature, what I want to know is where you think I can go, because I can't stay here,unless I'm Queen Mother, and I already turned down that job offer, I can't go to Mon Calamari, because I could be risking capture, and become part of the twin obsession the Vong have, I can't go to Eclipse, because somebody ratted us out, and there is no Eclipse. And I can't go into the battle field with my X-wing, because I could get shot and killed and then where would we be?" I glanced at Jag. "And what is his reason on being here, not to be rude or anything. But, I kinda feel like I'm on trial, you know, with you two being related and everything." she felt Jag bristle with annoyance, and something she couldn't really define, what was it? Regret? He opened his mouth to speak, but Wedge cut him off.
"Listen, Jaya." Her head snapped up from where she was glaring at the desk infront of her hoping to seer a hole through the wood, She could sense Jag's surprise, in finding out her childhood nickname. She pinned Wedge with my hardest glare, he didn't hesitate.
"I've known you since, before you could walk, hell, I've known your dad when he hated your mother's guts and vice versa." Jaina raised my eyebrows at this as if to say: and your point is? He held his hand up to motion her silence. "I know flying is in your blood, Your grandfather did it. Your Uncle does it, your father does it. But, I just can't risk you getting killed in some hustle out in the middle of space somewhere-"
"But you can risk sending off onto some WorldCraft, knowing that I probably wouldn't come out alive?" She said cutting him off.
"That was your uncles decision not mine." Wedge snarled
"Oh, so now your blaming it on Uncle Luke." Jaina snapped back. Wedge gritted his teeth together, and clenched his fisted, while as Jag sat his head tilted, a minor confused expression on his face. She smirked.
"Since you obviously have no idea what we're talking about, why are you here?" He raised his eyes to meet hers, and she was shocked to see emotions swirling on his normally masked face. He opened his mouth to speak but Wedge cut him off again.
"Jaina." He spoke very calmly and softly. Jaina sighed and turned my head to him. "Wedge," she mocked his soft spoken words, knowing that if she ever did rejoin Rouge Squadron, she was going to get her face chewed off for this.
"I love you very much." Jaina's mouth dropped open and unexpected tears formed infront of her eyes. She focused her gaze at her hands, trying to hold them back. "You know that." He continued. "Your like another daughter to me, and your brothers were too." He paused and seemingly collected himself.
"I don't like cooping you up, I don't like holding you back, but it is necessary, and I know regretably that my idea about Mrykr was wrong." She clenched her eyes shut, not really caring to hear the rest of what Wedge had to say.
"But, I have learned from my mistakes, and I don't want to make them again. I have a place to send you to, that will hopefully keep you safe, for the time being."
Jaina looked up, her eyes had dried. "Where?" She asked softly, not mockingly. "Hold on a minute," He smiled, and gestured to Jag, "The Colonel here has volunteered to take you there, and watch you." She opened her mouth to object. "Not babysit," He cut her off before she could speak."Just guard." Jaina turned to Jag, who had not said a word during this whole discussion. "Is this true?" He stared at her for a second, before turning his head, Jaina noticed that his face, had become a little flushed.
"Yes," She was about to ask why, but Wedge continued his speach.
"So thats the reason he's here, I have booked you a flight on the first, CIVILLIAN, craft out of here."
Jaina cleared her throat. And he glanced up, noting her smirk, and matching it with one of his own.
"Yes, Jaina."
"Where exactly, am I going?" She asked tilting her head.
Wedge's smirk turned into a full blown smile. "I thought you'd never ask, you and the Colonel are on a temperary one way trip to..." He paused for effect, and she raised an eyebrow, and clasped her hands together in mock inticipation, next to her Jag hid a smile. But she was totally unprepared for the answer.
"Naboo." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: I can safely say, I don't think you saw that comming. Please read and review, and I will update ASAP. and continue this little plot, that I thought up while just sitting here at my little computer station.^_^ Peace Luv and S-B's! R/R! PLEASE!
~~~~~~~~~~~
Next on The Long Forgotten Planet:
Why did that planet seem so familiar, and yet, at the same time, not seem that familiar at all? Jaina walked towards the port, chanting the planets name like a cheer....
"You have no idea what it's like." Jaina spat, "You might have been responsible for their deaths, but, you didn't FEEL them die, now did you?"
She stared out of the window, humming a tune absently. A tune she had never heard before in her life....But someone else had.... ~~~~~~~~~
