Well, here it is... Sorry it's so short, but I'm working on the next
postie...
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Chapter Six
Jag looked up from his meal when he heard laughter coming from the hallway outside the mess hall. He paled when he saw Jaina walk in followed closely by Kyp, both in stitches. I wish I could make her laugh like that, he thought wistfully. But I can't. All I ever do is make her yell or cry. She's so beautiful when she laughs.
He burned with jealousy as he saw Kyp put an arm around Jaina possessively. He wanted to stand up and yell, "She's mine!" for the whole base to hear. But he couldn't. She wasn't his, and she never would be. He closed his eyes, then opened them to see Jaina staring straight at him. He swallowed convulsively, unable to look away until she did.
Jag sighed with disappointment as she turned away from him to speak with Durron. Reaching up, he fingered the large red welt on his face and winced. He didn't mind terribly, it had just stung for the first few minutes. For the rest of the time, it only throbbed with an ache that was the most painful thing he'd ever felt. But he didn't mind.
"Colonel?" Jag was shaken out of his reverie by Shawnkyr's voice.
"Sorry, Shawnkyr, what was that?" He turned to look at his Chiss second-in- command. "I didn't hear you."
Just then, Jaina's laughter rang out over the dull roar of conversation in the mess hall. Jag's head swung around as if pulled by a string. Her face was wreathed in smiles at something Durron had said. Force, she's beautiful.
She and Kyp got their food then left the line still laughing. I never knew Durron was such a wit, Jag thought. He restrained the urge to get up and wave the duo to join him and Shawnkyr at their table. They turned to go sit at the noisiest table in the room, but hesitated for a moment in the middle of the hall. Jaina pointed to an empty table for two, balancing her tray in her free hand. Kyp nodded and followed her, draping an arm over her shoulders.
Jag snorted. Shawnkyr looked at him, injured. "What, Colonel? You don't think my observations are accurate?"
"No, no," Jag hastened to say. "I'm sorry. That wasn't aimed at you." He narrowed his eyes at the pair of Jedi. "Excuse me." He shoved his chair back from the table and got up, intent on talking to Jaina. He didn't care what inane babble emerged from his mouth; he just wanted to be near her.
Making his way purposefully towards Kyp and Jaina, Jag mentally rehearsed what he would say to her. "Hi, ummm. er. Hi." Oh yeah, he thought sarcastically, real smooth, Fel. I'm sure that eloquent little speech'll sweep her off her feet-she'll faint before my eloquence. What about, "Hi, Jaina. I happened to be passing, and guess what? I love you!"
He groaned aloud, closing his eyes. What am I going to say? He wondered, coming up to their table.
Just then, a pilot stood up and bumped into Jag, causing him to lose his balance. Flailing wildly but to no avail, Jag crashed down onto Kyp and Jaina's table and somersaulted over it. Jaina shrieked with surprise as her lunch was swept off her plate, reappearing caught up in Jag's hair.
Jag felt his face burn as he went flying, landing at Jaina's feet with a wet splat. Could this possibly get any worse?? He felt tears of embarrassment prick his eyes.
Unfortunately, as happens with all those that say things like that, it did get worse. The table, weakened by one very strong, buff, handsome Chiss colonel somersaulting over it, decided to give way at the precise moment Jag was lying beneath it. The legs buckled and the entire structure came crashing down on the hapless pilot, bringing Jaina with it.
Jaina was confused. One minute she was leaning under the table, staring at Jag who, despite the gray mess dripping from his hair, was still quite, quite hot. In more ways than one, she thought to herself with a giggle, noticing how red his face was. The next moment, she was crashing down on top of Jag together with the table. Not that she minded landing on him, but what had happened?
Jag grunted with mingled pain and surprise as Jaina fell on top of him. Grasping her upper arms and avoiding her face entirely, Jag rolled Jaina off him and bolted for the door, hobbling as fast as he could which, unfortunately, wasn't fast enough.
"Jag!" Jag cringed as he heard the voice of his uncle. Turning, he painfully snapped to attention. "What on earth was all that about?"
"All what, sir?" Jag responded, donning his innocent face.
Wedge gestured at where Jaina and Kyp's table had formerly resided. "That!"
Jag grimaced at the sight that met his eyes. Jaina half-sat, half-laid half- under, half-on top of the collapsed table. Kyp was leaning back in his chair, laughing until he cried at the sorry picture before him. The pilots in the mess hall were clustered about the recent scene of so many embarrassments, joining their voices to Kyp's. Jaina then began to laugh as well. When Jag saw this, he closed his eyes and turned away, feeling a tear slip from his eye.
"Nothing, sir," he choked, then turn and limped towards his room. As soon as he turned the corner, he slumped against the wall and let several more tears fall. Why do I have to be so clumsy whenever he's around? he thought angrily. Why can't I be myself? Why can't she see something in me besides a bumbling idiot?
(Sound familiar? It should. Unfortunately, Jag doesn't have a Kypster to relieve the situation, so this is gonna hafta stop there. )
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I'm so evil...
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Chapter Six
Jag looked up from his meal when he heard laughter coming from the hallway outside the mess hall. He paled when he saw Jaina walk in followed closely by Kyp, both in stitches. I wish I could make her laugh like that, he thought wistfully. But I can't. All I ever do is make her yell or cry. She's so beautiful when she laughs.
He burned with jealousy as he saw Kyp put an arm around Jaina possessively. He wanted to stand up and yell, "She's mine!" for the whole base to hear. But he couldn't. She wasn't his, and she never would be. He closed his eyes, then opened them to see Jaina staring straight at him. He swallowed convulsively, unable to look away until she did.
Jag sighed with disappointment as she turned away from him to speak with Durron. Reaching up, he fingered the large red welt on his face and winced. He didn't mind terribly, it had just stung for the first few minutes. For the rest of the time, it only throbbed with an ache that was the most painful thing he'd ever felt. But he didn't mind.
"Colonel?" Jag was shaken out of his reverie by Shawnkyr's voice.
"Sorry, Shawnkyr, what was that?" He turned to look at his Chiss second-in- command. "I didn't hear you."
Just then, Jaina's laughter rang out over the dull roar of conversation in the mess hall. Jag's head swung around as if pulled by a string. Her face was wreathed in smiles at something Durron had said. Force, she's beautiful.
She and Kyp got their food then left the line still laughing. I never knew Durron was such a wit, Jag thought. He restrained the urge to get up and wave the duo to join him and Shawnkyr at their table. They turned to go sit at the noisiest table in the room, but hesitated for a moment in the middle of the hall. Jaina pointed to an empty table for two, balancing her tray in her free hand. Kyp nodded and followed her, draping an arm over her shoulders.
Jag snorted. Shawnkyr looked at him, injured. "What, Colonel? You don't think my observations are accurate?"
"No, no," Jag hastened to say. "I'm sorry. That wasn't aimed at you." He narrowed his eyes at the pair of Jedi. "Excuse me." He shoved his chair back from the table and got up, intent on talking to Jaina. He didn't care what inane babble emerged from his mouth; he just wanted to be near her.
Making his way purposefully towards Kyp and Jaina, Jag mentally rehearsed what he would say to her. "Hi, ummm. er. Hi." Oh yeah, he thought sarcastically, real smooth, Fel. I'm sure that eloquent little speech'll sweep her off her feet-she'll faint before my eloquence. What about, "Hi, Jaina. I happened to be passing, and guess what? I love you!"
He groaned aloud, closing his eyes. What am I going to say? He wondered, coming up to their table.
Just then, a pilot stood up and bumped into Jag, causing him to lose his balance. Flailing wildly but to no avail, Jag crashed down onto Kyp and Jaina's table and somersaulted over it. Jaina shrieked with surprise as her lunch was swept off her plate, reappearing caught up in Jag's hair.
Jag felt his face burn as he went flying, landing at Jaina's feet with a wet splat. Could this possibly get any worse?? He felt tears of embarrassment prick his eyes.
Unfortunately, as happens with all those that say things like that, it did get worse. The table, weakened by one very strong, buff, handsome Chiss colonel somersaulting over it, decided to give way at the precise moment Jag was lying beneath it. The legs buckled and the entire structure came crashing down on the hapless pilot, bringing Jaina with it.
Jaina was confused. One minute she was leaning under the table, staring at Jag who, despite the gray mess dripping from his hair, was still quite, quite hot. In more ways than one, she thought to herself with a giggle, noticing how red his face was. The next moment, she was crashing down on top of Jag together with the table. Not that she minded landing on him, but what had happened?
Jag grunted with mingled pain and surprise as Jaina fell on top of him. Grasping her upper arms and avoiding her face entirely, Jag rolled Jaina off him and bolted for the door, hobbling as fast as he could which, unfortunately, wasn't fast enough.
"Jag!" Jag cringed as he heard the voice of his uncle. Turning, he painfully snapped to attention. "What on earth was all that about?"
"All what, sir?" Jag responded, donning his innocent face.
Wedge gestured at where Jaina and Kyp's table had formerly resided. "That!"
Jag grimaced at the sight that met his eyes. Jaina half-sat, half-laid half- under, half-on top of the collapsed table. Kyp was leaning back in his chair, laughing until he cried at the sorry picture before him. The pilots in the mess hall were clustered about the recent scene of so many embarrassments, joining their voices to Kyp's. Jaina then began to laugh as well. When Jag saw this, he closed his eyes and turned away, feeling a tear slip from his eye.
"Nothing, sir," he choked, then turn and limped towards his room. As soon as he turned the corner, he slumped against the wall and let several more tears fall. Why do I have to be so clumsy whenever he's around? he thought angrily. Why can't I be myself? Why can't she see something in me besides a bumbling idiot?
(Sound familiar? It should. Unfortunately, Jag doesn't have a Kypster to relieve the situation, so this is gonna hafta stop there. )
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I'm so evil...