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.

39. Clouds

39 – Clouds

"This," Jag spat and threw the documents onto his desk, disgusted, "Is unbelievable."

Jaina stood at the window, unmoving. He wasn't quite sure if she had come because they were friends or because she was a Jedi. Somewhere, someone was clearly enjoying his pain.

"It's… a farce! The Jedi Council would never agree to this proposition."

"The Grandmaster proposed it. It is the only way."

"Daala is unpredictable and dangerous! Why didn't the Grandmaster see this coming when he vouched for her?"

Jaina didn't answer. Jag sank into his chair.

"She's fogging up the stage. What monster will appear next?"