From the Inside

by fiesa

Quite the usual mess. Just of the internal sort. Jaina, Jag – two missiles on collision course. Take cover and prepare for impact. Fifty 100-word drabbles.

38. Completion

38 – Completion

"Jedi Solo. Master Durron." Fel never failed to be outrageously polite. It angered her, especially since he was interrupting her conversation. "How was the mission?"

"Colonel Fel," Kyp greeted. "Risky, but without losses."

"Good to hear."

The Master nodded. "If you'll excuse me. There's a shower with my name on it."

"I'll walk with you," Jaina said quickly and turned. The hand that caught her arm was completely unexpected.

"We're not finished," Jag whispered into her ear. Jaina felt her face heat up furiously. She was left to stare at his retreating back, her mind a jumble of confused thoughts.