Author's Note: Well I'm back. I don't know how long it will last, but I
once again have intentions of a once a day post schedule.
Tacky- Hmm, I'm sure this isn't fast enough, but here's anther update! :)
Petra Delling- Wow, thanks for the long review! Those are some of the best. All I can say is thank you. I'm glad you like what I've done with this idea and I hope you do write some J/J fan fiction of your own soon. It's always good to have more Jaina and Jag. Drop me an e-mail if you do, and I'd love to read it!
x-woman1- "kyp should quit being a Jedi and become a relationship counselor ;)" ROFLMAO That is teh funny! I just stared at my screen and laughed. Glad you liked that bit!
Nike's Zero- Yeah, I really enjoyed writing Kyp in this fic. It almost made me want to write a K/J fic. *gasps* Did I just type that out loud? *faints*
A coufee blade was thrust roughly towards Jaina. She barely had enough room to twist out of the way of the Vong blade. As it was, she could feel the flat of the blade slide against her skin. With a flick of her right hand she tangled the blade of her lightsaber with her other opponents amphistaff and slashed her blade down and away from her sharply. Without looking she wrapped her arm around the Yuuzhan Vong arm that had just attempted to stab her and jerked it up quickly at a point that wasn't meant to bend. With her adrenaline increased strength, Jaina felt the bone give way beneath her assault. Not giving the warrior time any time to think or react, she pulled him closer to her with one arm and then reversed the direction of his arm, the one holding the coufee, with as much strength as she could muster.
The coufee drove through the warrior's armor, striking Jaina's intended target. As close as she was to her opponent, he acted as a shield from her second opponent's amphistaff swing. She stepped away from the first warrior quickly and let him fall to the ground. Taking advantage of the second warriors split second of hesitation as he tried to remove his amphistaff, Jaina aimed a powerful slash at his neck, the weak spot in his armor. Even through the noise of the battle, the sharp whine of blaster fire, grunts, groans, sickening thuds, screams of pain and rage, the clash of weaponry against weaponry, Jaina heard the distinctive and unfortunately familiar sound of lightsaber meeting amphistaff, from behind her.
Jaina whirled around to find Mara blocking a downward amphistaff strike that Jaina wouldn't have survived had it struck. She didn't allow herself any time to think or panic over what could have happened, instead she took advantage of the situation, leaving only a gaping wound in his torso. Jaina didn't even stop moving to search for her next opponent. The fight had long since turned into a never ending blur of motion. There was no time for logic, only time for action and reaction. Jaina wasn't even sure how long they had been fighting at this point, or who among her small strike team was even alive. She could dimly hear someone on the headset of her comm. link, but whatever they were saying was easily lost in the roar of combat.
Jaina jerked back as an amphistaff swung towards her in a sharp arc. She didn't even feel it as the crest of the creatures head sliced across her chest. She ducked the warriors next swing and scooped up a handful of blorash jelly from the bandolier of another dead Vong warrior. She flung it quickly in the face of her attacker and dispatched him in the next moment. Jaina used the moments reprieve to take a wild glance around at the fight. This was insanity. Something was wrong here. Something more than the mere presence of the Yuuzhan Vong, it meant that some part of their mission had gone wrong and Jaina had an idea of who to blame for that failure. Jaina looked forward to dealing with Callista when the time came. She just had to live through this battle.
The compound housing the prisoners had contained more guards than Callista had informed them of. A combination of bad luck and bad timing had forced Jaina's hand into an all out fight. There was no way that she would back down now. If she had to fight through every Vong one at a time, to get to her brother and the other prisoners, she would. A loud explosion shook the ground beneath her feet, and the moment of silence following the explosion was almost deafening. Jaina didn't even have to look up to know which member of her strike team had made that contribution. She had hesitated to bring, Teara Aod, one of her squadron's newest members because she wasn't one of Jaina's top hand to hand combat fighters. At the last minute Jaina had included her because of one thing, Teara's munitions training. The woman had trained under Kell Tainer, and she was rumored to be his finest student.
Two more Vong fell to Jaina's lightsaber as she tried to survey what Teara had accomplished. It only took her a moment to discover what the woman had done. Jaina wasn't sure how Teara had placed the explosives, but she had succeeded in bringing down part of the large wall guarding the compound. It provided Jaina's strike team with another entrance to the compound, not one long gauntlet that they had to fight there way through.
Jaina was the last person out of the fight, as the non-Jedi members of her strike team covered her retreat with sprays of blaster fire, directed at the Yuuzhan Vong. As her team ran towards their new entrance, Jaina took a quick report on the status of all of her team members, offering quick words of encouragement and praise as she passed through the small group until she reached Mara. The older woman was fiercely focused on Callista, who was jogging beside Brantur, who had taken the point position for the moment. It was rare that Jaina had fought with a person that she respected enough or knew well enough to ask advice from during a conflict in the recent years of the war, but Mara qualified on both counts.
Twisting her microphone away from her mouth, Jaina shot another glance over at Mara as they ran. "Any suggestions, Aunt Mara?"
Mara's expression was still distant. "Have you been able to sense Jacen?"
Jaina's stride almost faltered and only years of military discipline kept her from falling out of the rhythm of their run. It had been so long since she had been able to sense Jacen through the Force that she hadn't even thought of the most obvious plan of action. She stretched out to the Force boldly, holding back nothing as she dove into its currents, trying as quickly as possible to push past the great disturbance that now surrounded the planet, to find the her connection to Jacen.
Jaina gasped. "I know where he is." Her voice was a mix of absolute certainty and horror.
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Tacky- Hmm, I'm sure this isn't fast enough, but here's anther update! :)
Petra Delling- Wow, thanks for the long review! Those are some of the best. All I can say is thank you. I'm glad you like what I've done with this idea and I hope you do write some J/J fan fiction of your own soon. It's always good to have more Jaina and Jag. Drop me an e-mail if you do, and I'd love to read it!
x-woman1- "kyp should quit being a Jedi and become a relationship counselor ;)" ROFLMAO That is teh funny! I just stared at my screen and laughed. Glad you liked that bit!
Nike's Zero- Yeah, I really enjoyed writing Kyp in this fic. It almost made me want to write a K/J fic. *gasps* Did I just type that out loud? *faints*
A coufee blade was thrust roughly towards Jaina. She barely had enough room to twist out of the way of the Vong blade. As it was, she could feel the flat of the blade slide against her skin. With a flick of her right hand she tangled the blade of her lightsaber with her other opponents amphistaff and slashed her blade down and away from her sharply. Without looking she wrapped her arm around the Yuuzhan Vong arm that had just attempted to stab her and jerked it up quickly at a point that wasn't meant to bend. With her adrenaline increased strength, Jaina felt the bone give way beneath her assault. Not giving the warrior time any time to think or react, she pulled him closer to her with one arm and then reversed the direction of his arm, the one holding the coufee, with as much strength as she could muster.
The coufee drove through the warrior's armor, striking Jaina's intended target. As close as she was to her opponent, he acted as a shield from her second opponent's amphistaff swing. She stepped away from the first warrior quickly and let him fall to the ground. Taking advantage of the second warriors split second of hesitation as he tried to remove his amphistaff, Jaina aimed a powerful slash at his neck, the weak spot in his armor. Even through the noise of the battle, the sharp whine of blaster fire, grunts, groans, sickening thuds, screams of pain and rage, the clash of weaponry against weaponry, Jaina heard the distinctive and unfortunately familiar sound of lightsaber meeting amphistaff, from behind her.
Jaina whirled around to find Mara blocking a downward amphistaff strike that Jaina wouldn't have survived had it struck. She didn't allow herself any time to think or panic over what could have happened, instead she took advantage of the situation, leaving only a gaping wound in his torso. Jaina didn't even stop moving to search for her next opponent. The fight had long since turned into a never ending blur of motion. There was no time for logic, only time for action and reaction. Jaina wasn't even sure how long they had been fighting at this point, or who among her small strike team was even alive. She could dimly hear someone on the headset of her comm. link, but whatever they were saying was easily lost in the roar of combat.
Jaina jerked back as an amphistaff swung towards her in a sharp arc. She didn't even feel it as the crest of the creatures head sliced across her chest. She ducked the warriors next swing and scooped up a handful of blorash jelly from the bandolier of another dead Vong warrior. She flung it quickly in the face of her attacker and dispatched him in the next moment. Jaina used the moments reprieve to take a wild glance around at the fight. This was insanity. Something was wrong here. Something more than the mere presence of the Yuuzhan Vong, it meant that some part of their mission had gone wrong and Jaina had an idea of who to blame for that failure. Jaina looked forward to dealing with Callista when the time came. She just had to live through this battle.
The compound housing the prisoners had contained more guards than Callista had informed them of. A combination of bad luck and bad timing had forced Jaina's hand into an all out fight. There was no way that she would back down now. If she had to fight through every Vong one at a time, to get to her brother and the other prisoners, she would. A loud explosion shook the ground beneath her feet, and the moment of silence following the explosion was almost deafening. Jaina didn't even have to look up to know which member of her strike team had made that contribution. She had hesitated to bring, Teara Aod, one of her squadron's newest members because she wasn't one of Jaina's top hand to hand combat fighters. At the last minute Jaina had included her because of one thing, Teara's munitions training. The woman had trained under Kell Tainer, and she was rumored to be his finest student.
Two more Vong fell to Jaina's lightsaber as she tried to survey what Teara had accomplished. It only took her a moment to discover what the woman had done. Jaina wasn't sure how Teara had placed the explosives, but she had succeeded in bringing down part of the large wall guarding the compound. It provided Jaina's strike team with another entrance to the compound, not one long gauntlet that they had to fight there way through.
Jaina was the last person out of the fight, as the non-Jedi members of her strike team covered her retreat with sprays of blaster fire, directed at the Yuuzhan Vong. As her team ran towards their new entrance, Jaina took a quick report on the status of all of her team members, offering quick words of encouragement and praise as she passed through the small group until she reached Mara. The older woman was fiercely focused on Callista, who was jogging beside Brantur, who had taken the point position for the moment. It was rare that Jaina had fought with a person that she respected enough or knew well enough to ask advice from during a conflict in the recent years of the war, but Mara qualified on both counts.
Twisting her microphone away from her mouth, Jaina shot another glance over at Mara as they ran. "Any suggestions, Aunt Mara?"
Mara's expression was still distant. "Have you been able to sense Jacen?"
Jaina's stride almost faltered and only years of military discipline kept her from falling out of the rhythm of their run. It had been so long since she had been able to sense Jacen through the Force that she hadn't even thought of the most obvious plan of action. She stretched out to the Force boldly, holding back nothing as she dove into its currents, trying as quickly as possible to push past the great disturbance that now surrounded the planet, to find the her connection to Jacen.
Jaina gasped. "I know where he is." Her voice was a mix of absolute certainty and horror.
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