Disclaimer: Don't blame me, I voted for Valorum.
ReaderCommentary:
Shai: I'm trying! my muse seems to have taken a vacation *sniffle*
Professor : my apologies, again, I'm really sorry it's just... well real life and all....
EBW: LOL you WOULD.
smeagol : I'm working as fast as is elvishly possible! :)
german jedi: are you also Professor? Either way - I'm really sorry - but I feel so special that you tried to check while you were away. *feels all warm and fuzzy*
Sorry it's taken me so long to update this, and also for it being short. My daughter's getting bigger and more of a handful, and I've started up swordsmanship combat classes that take up a lot of my time. Not to mention my muse went on vacation with all my star wars minds....
Kyp: I'm still here.
I know, but that's because the hyperspacial tube doesn't go to anyone who likes you like I do.
Kyp: I feel hurt.
=snuggles kyp= Anyway all, please review, maybe it'll help me come up with ideas! :)
--NINE--
Jaina sighed and leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, a frown on her face. "Wedge wants to talk to us. Jag too. I thought I'd get you first, it sounded kindof important."
Kyp nodded and stood, noting once again how dull her eyes were becoming. Oh well, she was a sneaky little.... "Yes oh Goddess, my Goddess.... Your wish is my command."
Her frown turned to a mild look of confusion as he pushed past her caustically and left.
She turned and followed, "What's your problem?"
"I don't have a problem."
"Yes you do, you're being so.... ugh!"
"Well, aren't I always?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"But nothing, let's go get Colonel Ferrocrete and see the General." He quickened his pace and left a fuming Jaina in his wake.
*
The three were soon assembled in the small office Wedge had commandeered on Mon Calamari, seated and awaiting his explanation for the summoning.
Jaina sat with Kyp to one side. Jagged, holding her hand beneath the table, sat to her other side. Wedge sat across from them, and sighed.
"You three have been an amazing force against the Vong, especially at Borleas." Wedge paused, "Unfortunately, that means I have to break up your team."
"What?!" Jaina stood, "You've got to be kidding!"
Wedge shook his head, "I'm not. With each of you leading a squadron, mixed of veteran and green pilots, we shall most certainly be able to provide a more formidal front against the enemy."
"You've lost your mind," Kyp told Wedge evenly.
"Actually, the general has a point," Jagged put in. "If we each lead a squadron, we can teach the other pilots to be just as deadly, and therefore strengthen our offensive against the Yuzzhan Vong."
Jaina looked at Jag in shock. Didn't he want to stay? She raised a hand, and when Wedge acknowledged this with a nod, she spoke. "General Antilles – is this really necessary? I mean, we can just as easily remain together in Twin Suns, and rotate people through our squadron." She stopped when she realised how bad that sounded.
Kyp frowned, about to say something, but Wedge cut him off before he could begin. "Exactly. So Jaina, I'd like for you to remain in Twin Suns. Jag, you are to reform your squadron – and Kyp, I'd like you to bring back your Dozen."
The look on Kyps face, had anyone caught it before he shoved it back, was one of utter dispair. Bring back the Dozen? Did Wedge not realise the taboo against any squadron he led? They'd be dead within weeks.
Kyp spoke up, "I don't like it, Antilles, but I'll do it under one condition."
"I don't believe you're under the ability to do so, but go ahead, what's your condition."
"That the Dozen is stationed near Twin Suns at all times. I have a promise to keep."
Wedge raised an eyebrow and looked to Jaina; who, though slightly shocked, nodded her assent. "Agreed. Effective one week from today, it shall give you all time to fill in your roster. Dismissed."
Kyp stood and stalked out of the room, while Jag and Jaina left at a more sedate pace. Once outside, Jaina spoke.
"Why didn't you ask to be stationed nearby as well?"
"Because, unlike Durron, I understand the need to be able to have a squadron mobile and seperate – able to be put wherever they're needed most."
"Oh," Jaina responded in a small voice.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kyp frowned. Break up the team? How could Antilles do that – doesn't he know that they're more formidable as a team, rather than creating others?
He finished taping up his hands, and went to work decimating the punching bag hanging in his room.
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next time in Hidden Love:
"She's WHAT!?!" Kyp dropped the cup of caf in hand and nearly strangled the young man who brought him the message.
ReaderCommentary:
Shai: I'm trying! my muse seems to have taken a vacation *sniffle*
Professor : my apologies, again, I'm really sorry it's just... well real life and all....
EBW: LOL you WOULD.
smeagol : I'm working as fast as is elvishly possible! :)
german jedi: are you also Professor? Either way - I'm really sorry - but I feel so special that you tried to check while you were away. *feels all warm and fuzzy*
Sorry it's taken me so long to update this, and also for it being short. My daughter's getting bigger and more of a handful, and I've started up swordsmanship combat classes that take up a lot of my time. Not to mention my muse went on vacation with all my star wars minds....
Kyp: I'm still here.
I know, but that's because the hyperspacial tube doesn't go to anyone who likes you like I do.
Kyp: I feel hurt.
=snuggles kyp= Anyway all, please review, maybe it'll help me come up with ideas! :)
--NINE--
Jaina sighed and leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, a frown on her face. "Wedge wants to talk to us. Jag too. I thought I'd get you first, it sounded kindof important."
Kyp nodded and stood, noting once again how dull her eyes were becoming. Oh well, she was a sneaky little.... "Yes oh Goddess, my Goddess.... Your wish is my command."
Her frown turned to a mild look of confusion as he pushed past her caustically and left.
She turned and followed, "What's your problem?"
"I don't have a problem."
"Yes you do, you're being so.... ugh!"
"Well, aren't I always?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"But nothing, let's go get Colonel Ferrocrete and see the General." He quickened his pace and left a fuming Jaina in his wake.
*
The three were soon assembled in the small office Wedge had commandeered on Mon Calamari, seated and awaiting his explanation for the summoning.
Jaina sat with Kyp to one side. Jagged, holding her hand beneath the table, sat to her other side. Wedge sat across from them, and sighed.
"You three have been an amazing force against the Vong, especially at Borleas." Wedge paused, "Unfortunately, that means I have to break up your team."
"What?!" Jaina stood, "You've got to be kidding!"
Wedge shook his head, "I'm not. With each of you leading a squadron, mixed of veteran and green pilots, we shall most certainly be able to provide a more formidal front against the enemy."
"You've lost your mind," Kyp told Wedge evenly.
"Actually, the general has a point," Jagged put in. "If we each lead a squadron, we can teach the other pilots to be just as deadly, and therefore strengthen our offensive against the Yuzzhan Vong."
Jaina looked at Jag in shock. Didn't he want to stay? She raised a hand, and when Wedge acknowledged this with a nod, she spoke. "General Antilles – is this really necessary? I mean, we can just as easily remain together in Twin Suns, and rotate people through our squadron." She stopped when she realised how bad that sounded.
Kyp frowned, about to say something, but Wedge cut him off before he could begin. "Exactly. So Jaina, I'd like for you to remain in Twin Suns. Jag, you are to reform your squadron – and Kyp, I'd like you to bring back your Dozen."
The look on Kyps face, had anyone caught it before he shoved it back, was one of utter dispair. Bring back the Dozen? Did Wedge not realise the taboo against any squadron he led? They'd be dead within weeks.
Kyp spoke up, "I don't like it, Antilles, but I'll do it under one condition."
"I don't believe you're under the ability to do so, but go ahead, what's your condition."
"That the Dozen is stationed near Twin Suns at all times. I have a promise to keep."
Wedge raised an eyebrow and looked to Jaina; who, though slightly shocked, nodded her assent. "Agreed. Effective one week from today, it shall give you all time to fill in your roster. Dismissed."
Kyp stood and stalked out of the room, while Jag and Jaina left at a more sedate pace. Once outside, Jaina spoke.
"Why didn't you ask to be stationed nearby as well?"
"Because, unlike Durron, I understand the need to be able to have a squadron mobile and seperate – able to be put wherever they're needed most."
"Oh," Jaina responded in a small voice.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kyp frowned. Break up the team? How could Antilles do that – doesn't he know that they're more formidable as a team, rather than creating others?
He finished taping up his hands, and went to work decimating the punching bag hanging in his room.
------------
next time in Hidden Love:
"She's WHAT!?!" Kyp dropped the cup of caf in hand and nearly strangled the young man who brought him the message.