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Jaina walked away from her aunt and uncle's quarters without hesitation. Her uncle had just returned from the Council meeting and she had left quickly to give them privacy for whatever they would do next.
As she wandered the streets aimlessly, she considered what she wanted to do. For the first time in years, it seemed as if she was at loose ends. She had no squadron to train with or do paperwork for. Kyp was busy with his neglected Jedi Council duties and Jag, who she would have usually spent time with when she had a few precious moments of spare time, was off planet.
For a while she, simply meandered around the city, taking a moment for the first time in years to think about the simple patterns of civilian life. It wasn't the same though. Before the war, she and her brothers, with whatever friends were on planet would rush through the streets of Coruscant, reveling in the diversity of life. They had never lacked something to do when the roamed the streets with the usual careless headlong abandon of teenagers.
Now as she walked the beautiful streets of Mon Calamari it was with precision and careful attention to everything around her. It was a habit developed for self-preservation. It was also what allowed her to realize that Callista was following her through her the streets. Jaina wasn't in the mood, so she began winding her way through the largest crowds and into the worst parts of the city, trying to dissuade or loose Callista.
Finally she grew tired of that and walked in to the nearest restaurant. It was a scummy little place that most intelligent, law abiding beings wouldn't have even walked into. For Jaina's purposes, it was perfect. It would annoy Callista to no end that a Jedi would eat in a place like this and annoying Callista was quickly becoming one of Jaina's favorite things to do. She should probably have taken notes from Wes Janson.
The beat up server droid showed Jaina to a perfect table. It gave her an excellent view of the door. The droid started to leave, but she quickly gestured for it to stop. "Another woman will come in, in a few minutes. Please show her to my table."
The droid bleeped a rude raspberry at her as it rolled away, but Jaina knew its programming would ensure that it did as she asked. In the meantime, she concentrated on ordering her favorite Corellian meal. It would probably be butchered beyond recognition, but Jaina didn't even dare to as for a more delicate Alderannian meal that she had been craving for a week or two.
As she waited for the server-droid to bring her food, she kept a careful eye on the rest of the beings around the room. There were a scattering of Mon Calamarian's and Quaren's, but the restaurant's clientele was mostly made up of a mixture of Humans, Biths, Duro's and several other easily recognizable species. So far none of them had given her any trouble or even showed much interest in her presence. Still a Jedi couldn't be too careful, especially in these times.
Silently counting down the time, Jaina focused on the door and right on cue, Callista walked in. If Jaina in her nondescript flight suit blended easily into the crowd, Callista couldn't have stuck out more if she was one of the hot pink, six-headed inhabitants of Rellex IV.
It took Callista a minute longer than Jaina expected for her to find her. It was nice too see the surprise on Callista's face, when she realized Jaina had been waiting for her. In truth, if Leia hadn't instilled her with as good of manners as she had, Jaina would have laughed at the expression on Callista's face as the server-droid led her over.
"It's rude to follow people," Jaina stated as she handed the droid a few creds and accepted her meal, "especially when you do it that badly."
"I wasn't following you," the much older woman said darkly.
"Right," Jaina said as she popped a piece of nerf steak in her mouth, "You just happened to be walking the same direction as I was for the past to kilometers." Jaina noted idly as she chewed, that the food really was as bad as she had expected. It was nice to know that in an unstable galaxy, at least some things never changed.
"I need to talk to you, Jaina." Jaina resisted the obvious reply and an urge to roll her eyes. If nothing else, Callista would give her an opportunity to practice her Jedi patience. "The Council meeting went well enough," Callista continued oblivious to Jaina's reactions, "Although, I couldn't believe the Council had sunk so low as to let non-Jedi determine our fates and sit on the Council."
"Things change," Jaina said tersely, Callista was not endearing herself to anyone, much less her with that kind of rhetoric.
"They said it would be safer if I started teaching on Shelter."
Jaina cut her off before she could say anything else. "Are you out of your mind," she hissed. That piece of information was highly secret and sensitive to Jaina on a personal level. She had watched Ulaha Kore be totured almost to death for less information than what Callista was casually throwing around.
"What," Callista asked, not understanding.
"Be quiet," Jaina snapped. She had suddenly lost all interest in her food of baiting Callista. Pushing the food away and glancing around to see if anyone had been near enough to over hear, Jaina rose, grabbing Callista's arm as she walked out and led her none to gently out into the streets.
"I'm shocked you lived through the Purges," Jaina bit out as she led her away. "What were you trying to do expose the children and mark us as Jedi." She shook her head in disgust. "Now, tell me, without giving away any secure information, why you wanted to talk to me."
Callista looked surprised by Jaina's outburst, but truly upset at her slip. "I'm sorry. I just wanted you to train with me on Shelter. It would help you fight and your mother thought_"
At that Jaina's head whipped around to look at Callista and then she pulled her over out of the way of the passing traffic. "My mother," she demanded, angrily.
"Yes, Leia mentioned that_"
"All right, all right," Jain held up a hand for her to stop. The Solo luck definitely wasn't with her tonight. Of course, Callista would have talked to Leia. They had been friends years ago. "Get in," Jaina said rudely as she flagged down a passing public transportation speeder.
Once they were in that relative privacy, Jaina forced herself to use a Jedi calming technique and to wish for just a moment that her more diplomatic twin was here to settle this instead of her. But he wasn't, so she tried anyway. "I can't Callista, I have a squadron to lead."
"You left it on Chad." Callista countered quickly.
"That was a special circumstance that I don't intend to repeat."
Callista shook her head. "I don't see why you insist on playing squadron leader, when you could be so much more. Oh, it's fine for Durron, I would expect it from him, and non-sensitives like Fel can't do anything else, but you."
"Hey," Jaina snapped, truly not believing what she was hearing. It really was tragic that Callista was the only Jedi who could feel the Vong, because Jaina was bout to loose her temper. Uncle Luke would have been proud of her. She had listened to Callista insult the Jedi Council, almost expose the secret Jedi base and insult her personal choices as well as her partner and her boyfriend. Enough was enough. "Callista I'm not working wit you and I'd sooner take Shimra's opinion on my life. Now this conversation is over."
It would have been more satisfying for her to take a swing at Callista on the way out, but she contented herself with the thought of what would happen if Mara had heard that little spiel.
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Jaina walked away from her aunt and uncle's quarters without hesitation. Her uncle had just returned from the Council meeting and she had left quickly to give them privacy for whatever they would do next.
As she wandered the streets aimlessly, she considered what she wanted to do. For the first time in years, it seemed as if she was at loose ends. She had no squadron to train with or do paperwork for. Kyp was busy with his neglected Jedi Council duties and Jag, who she would have usually spent time with when she had a few precious moments of spare time, was off planet.
For a while she, simply meandered around the city, taking a moment for the first time in years to think about the simple patterns of civilian life. It wasn't the same though. Before the war, she and her brothers, with whatever friends were on planet would rush through the streets of Coruscant, reveling in the diversity of life. They had never lacked something to do when the roamed the streets with the usual careless headlong abandon of teenagers.
Now as she walked the beautiful streets of Mon Calamari it was with precision and careful attention to everything around her. It was a habit developed for self-preservation. It was also what allowed her to realize that Callista was following her through her the streets. Jaina wasn't in the mood, so she began winding her way through the largest crowds and into the worst parts of the city, trying to dissuade or loose Callista.
Finally she grew tired of that and walked in to the nearest restaurant. It was a scummy little place that most intelligent, law abiding beings wouldn't have even walked into. For Jaina's purposes, it was perfect. It would annoy Callista to no end that a Jedi would eat in a place like this and annoying Callista was quickly becoming one of Jaina's favorite things to do. She should probably have taken notes from Wes Janson.
The beat up server droid showed Jaina to a perfect table. It gave her an excellent view of the door. The droid started to leave, but she quickly gestured for it to stop. "Another woman will come in, in a few minutes. Please show her to my table."
The droid bleeped a rude raspberry at her as it rolled away, but Jaina knew its programming would ensure that it did as she asked. In the meantime, she concentrated on ordering her favorite Corellian meal. It would probably be butchered beyond recognition, but Jaina didn't even dare to as for a more delicate Alderannian meal that she had been craving for a week or two.
As she waited for the server-droid to bring her food, she kept a careful eye on the rest of the beings around the room. There were a scattering of Mon Calamarian's and Quaren's, but the restaurant's clientele was mostly made up of a mixture of Humans, Biths, Duro's and several other easily recognizable species. So far none of them had given her any trouble or even showed much interest in her presence. Still a Jedi couldn't be too careful, especially in these times.
Silently counting down the time, Jaina focused on the door and right on cue, Callista walked in. If Jaina in her nondescript flight suit blended easily into the crowd, Callista couldn't have stuck out more if she was one of the hot pink, six-headed inhabitants of Rellex IV.
It took Callista a minute longer than Jaina expected for her to find her. It was nice too see the surprise on Callista's face, when she realized Jaina had been waiting for her. In truth, if Leia hadn't instilled her with as good of manners as she had, Jaina would have laughed at the expression on Callista's face as the server-droid led her over.
"It's rude to follow people," Jaina stated as she handed the droid a few creds and accepted her meal, "especially when you do it that badly."
"I wasn't following you," the much older woman said darkly.
"Right," Jaina said as she popped a piece of nerf steak in her mouth, "You just happened to be walking the same direction as I was for the past to kilometers." Jaina noted idly as she chewed, that the food really was as bad as she had expected. It was nice to know that in an unstable galaxy, at least some things never changed.
"I need to talk to you, Jaina." Jaina resisted the obvious reply and an urge to roll her eyes. If nothing else, Callista would give her an opportunity to practice her Jedi patience. "The Council meeting went well enough," Callista continued oblivious to Jaina's reactions, "Although, I couldn't believe the Council had sunk so low as to let non-Jedi determine our fates and sit on the Council."
"Things change," Jaina said tersely, Callista was not endearing herself to anyone, much less her with that kind of rhetoric.
"They said it would be safer if I started teaching on Shelter."
Jaina cut her off before she could say anything else. "Are you out of your mind," she hissed. That piece of information was highly secret and sensitive to Jaina on a personal level. She had watched Ulaha Kore be totured almost to death for less information than what Callista was casually throwing around.
"What," Callista asked, not understanding.
"Be quiet," Jaina snapped. She had suddenly lost all interest in her food of baiting Callista. Pushing the food away and glancing around to see if anyone had been near enough to over hear, Jaina rose, grabbing Callista's arm as she walked out and led her none to gently out into the streets.
"I'm shocked you lived through the Purges," Jaina bit out as she led her away. "What were you trying to do expose the children and mark us as Jedi." She shook her head in disgust. "Now, tell me, without giving away any secure information, why you wanted to talk to me."
Callista looked surprised by Jaina's outburst, but truly upset at her slip. "I'm sorry. I just wanted you to train with me on Shelter. It would help you fight and your mother thought_"
At that Jaina's head whipped around to look at Callista and then she pulled her over out of the way of the passing traffic. "My mother," she demanded, angrily.
"Yes, Leia mentioned that_"
"All right, all right," Jain held up a hand for her to stop. The Solo luck definitely wasn't with her tonight. Of course, Callista would have talked to Leia. They had been friends years ago. "Get in," Jaina said rudely as she flagged down a passing public transportation speeder.
Once they were in that relative privacy, Jaina forced herself to use a Jedi calming technique and to wish for just a moment that her more diplomatic twin was here to settle this instead of her. But he wasn't, so she tried anyway. "I can't Callista, I have a squadron to lead."
"You left it on Chad." Callista countered quickly.
"That was a special circumstance that I don't intend to repeat."
Callista shook her head. "I don't see why you insist on playing squadron leader, when you could be so much more. Oh, it's fine for Durron, I would expect it from him, and non-sensitives like Fel can't do anything else, but you."
"Hey," Jaina snapped, truly not believing what she was hearing. It really was tragic that Callista was the only Jedi who could feel the Vong, because Jaina was bout to loose her temper. Uncle Luke would have been proud of her. She had listened to Callista insult the Jedi Council, almost expose the secret Jedi base and insult her personal choices as well as her partner and her boyfriend. Enough was enough. "Callista I'm not working wit you and I'd sooner take Shimra's opinion on my life. Now this conversation is over."
It would have been more satisfying for her to take a swing at Callista on the way out, but she contented herself with the thought of what would happen if Mara had heard that little spiel.