A/N: Going Jag-centric in four, three, two, one, go!

Part III: Fel on Bakura

Chapter 12: In Transit

On the long, slightly crowded flight to Bakura, Lando Calrissian tried to obtain the ship they were traveling on from Jag twice before he told him it was government property and twice afterwards.

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The first time was on the first day out of Duros immediately after beating his wife and Terrik at what Jag, who had spent the last few hours engaged in a complex game of deerjack with Hal Horn, estimated was the fifth game of sabacc that afternoon.

"Hey, kid!" Lando called from the common room table, "I've got a Sacorian emerald necklace, a chocobar, and twenty credits, plus Booster's lucky halfcred. Trade you for the ship."

"That necklace was my mother's," said Tendra. "No trading it for starships. You're giving that back, or you're sleeping on the couch."

"No he's not," said Booster. "I'm sleeping on the couch. It's more comfortable than my sleeping pad."

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Lando's second offer came at dinner that night, during a heated argument between Hal and Booster that had started with drug laws and somehow made its way to the role of the Jedi in Old Republic law enforcement.

"So –"

"All I'm saying is that some pseudo-religious order had no business –"

"If you won't take chocolate for the ship, I have some investments that –"

"- and if they tried to arrest Palpatine then I say –"

"- providing they haven't been frozen, should have accrued nicely by now …"

" – you're just defending them because the idea of an independent –"

"Sir, even if I wanted to sell you the Stargazer, I couldn't. It's the property of the Bakuran Defense Fleet."

" – you have no frakking idea why I support the idea of the Jedi."

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Jag thought he'd heard the end of it after that night at dinner, but Lando started up again the next day. He came into the cockpit, where Jag had retreated to avoid Terrik and Hal, who were still at it. He took a seat next to Jag and they sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the panorama of hyperspace, before Lando spoke up.

"You play sabacc, kid?"

"Occasionally, for low stakes."

"What would it take to convince you to bet the ship?"

"It's not my ship."

"So?"

Jag felt an urge to bang his head against the consol repeatedly.

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The third night out, Calrissian produced hot chocolate, seemingly out of thin air, but probably out of mix concealed somewhere on his person. He and Tendra took a seat on the couch - where Booster was still spending his nights - with Lando's arm draped over his wife's shoulders. Terrik and Horn sat at opposite ends of the room, Terrik sulking in a chair and Horn sitting on the floor, apparently deep in thought.

"This is very good, Mr. Calrissian," said Jag.

"Would you like the recipe? I have a few secret ingredients that you won't find in any mix."

Just how much was Calrissian hiding in his jacket?

"That would be appreciated."

"Trade you for the ship."

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By the time they reached the Bakura system, Hal had taken to spending hours at a time in silence and to leaving the room whenever Booster tried to start an argument, and Lando had become visibly nervous. He came into the cockpit one while Jag was preparing the ship to come out of hyperspace and tried one last time.

"Hey, Jag," he said, using the young man's name for once, "I'm serious, you know. Anything I've got or can get for the ship, for a ticket out of this business. I'm not cut out for this. I'm no Han Solo."

Jag looked at him for a moment, then turned back to the consol. He had a jump to end.