Lyrics: Drops of Jupiter by Train

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey

Jag smiled at the slowly revolving mass that was Mon Cal. Vanguards had just been cleared for landing, their orders being transmitted now. Even though he was still in the cockpit of his clawcraft, hovering a good thousand or more kilometers above the planet, Jag's thoughts were completely elsewhere. Specifically, they were with a brown-haired, brandy-eyed, sharp-tongued Yuuzhan Vong Goddess who happened to command Twin Suns. Well, that description certainly left no doubt as to who she is, Jag mused to himself.

Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey

Mara grabbed Jaina's shoulder as her niece made a run at the door. It was pretty clear why she was doing that, as it was rather hard to ignore the sudden supernova presence now residing close at hand in the Force. And while this presence was completely devoid of Force sensitivity, it was still brighter than some of the Jedi's Mara had come to know.

"Jaina, calm down, honestly," Mara told her former apprentice, keeping a firm grip on her shoulder even as she allowed herself to be pulled towards the door by the younger woman's sheer determined force.

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

"You rethink what you did last time Luke was away for a while and you felt his Force presence suddenly reappear, and then you may tell me to calm down." Mara grinned slightly at the recollection, considering her niece had a point. "Now, if you don't mind, let me go."

Mara sighed and shook her head, releasing Jaina's shoulder. Before she could sprint off, however, Mara had her arm hooked in her own and was walking her off towards the hanger. "There will be no unseemly entrance for a goddess, Jaina Solo."

That seemed to remind Jaina of her role and she immediately extricated her arm from Mara's, straightening her posture. "Very well, lead the way."

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Jag's clawcraft had finished powering down, his post-flight checklist all complete, as protocol would demand. He was now standing on the hanger bay floor talking with his Uncle and Colonel Celchu about his 'trip'. The rest of his squadron had already filtered out of the hanger bay to find a place to sleep and Jag would've done something similar- except he would've gone to find Jaina- had he not been stopped. A hiss sounded across the hanger, indicating that another person or persons had entered. The sounds of footsteps, two people it sounded like, got closer, though Jag remained attentive to his Uncle's words.

Behind him, the footsteps halted, maybe three steps away, judging by how close the sound had been before. Jag saw Tycho glance down quickly, trying and failing to hide a smile. Jag raised an eyebrow and looked at his uncle only to find the General covering his mouth with one hand, the other prodding Tycho to make him move. Shaking his head, Jag sighed and then looked around. Of course, he didn't actually get a chance to take in the figures behind him as one of them was suddenly hugging all his breath out of him.

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey

Mara circled around her niece and Jag, instead moving to prod Wedge and Tycho in the backs, making them move. Wedge glanced over, mouth open as if he were about to utter a rebuke, then it snapped shut as he saw who she was. Tycho, still grinning insanely, had obliged the Jedi Master's demand for them to move away and had already started walking towards the exit.

As Wedge muttered a complaint, Mara raised an expectant eyebrow, waiting for him first to finish, then to get a move on. Either way, by pure force or by his own will, he was leaving the hanger bay. Mara was sure of that.

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Jaina hung onto Jag as if her life depended on it, happily breathing in the scent of spice that always seemed to linger around him. Absently she felt herself being pulled into his embrace even as she buried her face in his chest. The vibrations there, coupled with the soft sound Jag was making told her he was chuckling softly. Jaina pulled back, her classically stubborn face clearly displayed on her face. Any remark she might've been contemplating, however, was cut short by the kiss Jag gave her.

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

As to how long they stood in the circle of each other's embrace, Jaina had not a clue, nor a care. Everything had just gotten brighter in her world, merely because Jag was back. Sure, she still had a lovely little surprise to drop on him... She pushed the thought out of her mind at this point though, because that was not the kind of thing you dropped onto a person the moment they landed their fighter in the docking bay.

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Mara continued to prod Wedge and Tycho in the backs, even after they'd cleared the hanger exit. Her thoughts and reasons on this matter where quashed, however, the moment her gaze fell upon another figure. Tycho and Wedge continued on, each filtering into their respective offices, as Mara fixed the Jedi with a glare.

"Zekk," she nodded to him, unmoving otherwise.

Zekk nodded to her in return, his darkened gaze not ever truly meeting hers. "You wouldn't happen to know where Jaina was, would you?"

It took all of her time as a Jedi and ever more reliance on the Force than she would've thought she was capable of at this point to keep from strangling Zekk and telling him to let it go, that Jaina was never going to be his again. "Yes, I have, but she's not available at this moment." Thinking quickly, Mara added, "And Luke asked me to find you; he'd like to have a quick chat."

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way