Jaina was in the hanger within five minutes of hearing that her squadron had returned. She leaned against the wall by the door, watching the pilots as they powered down their ships and came out one by one. They were fast and efficient in shutting the systems down. That was good. In the past year, this group had increased their military effectiveness exponentially.

She glanced around when she heard her name. It was Colonel Jagged Fel, Twin Suns two ever since Kyp Durron had stepped down to assist the other Jedi. Jag saluted out of habit. "If I may take a moment of your time to discuss the squadron's performance in today's drills?" he asked.

"Of course."

They left the hanger and went down the hall to an empty conference room. Once inside Jaina slid her arms around him and kissed him. "So? How did it go?" she asked, resting her head on his chest.

"Well, all of our problems will be solved on one condition."

"What's that?"

"That you never get killed and leave the squadron temporarily leaderless."

"That bad, huh?"

"No, actually we did everything perfectly. I'm just saying that it would be a terrible inconvenience if you did."

"I'm flattered," she grumbled sarcastically, pulling away from him. "My existence has been reduced to being convenient." They both jumped as Jaina's comlink beeped. She activated it. "Solo."

"Jaina, I need to have a word with you in my office." It was Wedge. "And if Jag's with you, bring him too." Jag raised an eyebrow as the comlink went silent. "Uncanny," he murmured. "My uncle is showing signs of telepathy."