you can call me great one

They'd gotten in early this morning, got set up in the housing Jaina was surprised was there but from a security standpoint worked really well, and now it was a matter of getting the things they'd need if they were going to be here for however long. Having come straight off a mission before everything happened, she had even less here, but the boys needed to not be cooped up and Jag needed to acclimate a little, so she sent them on a supply run in town while she did the paranoid stuff like sweeping for bugs and the like.

While she was doing that, she sent a text. Guess who's around for a while?


[For one!]

It was actually really nice, having Ben and Allana around these days and getting to spend actual time around more family, even if Jaina hated all the reasons behind why it happened. And in her better moments she could even not be mad at the Council about all of it, especially when they'd still get a couple Jedi Knights coming in from wherever to help teach and stand guard until they knew things had settled down here.

And then she'd take the usual meeting with the Council for updates and have to explain that she didn't ask those Jedi to show up here, they did it because they thought it was the right thing to do, and then she'd be mad all over again.

She was in her office after just ending one of those calls, which left her feeling irritated and uncharitable, and maybe wanting to look into the GFFA equivalent of voodoo dolls.


[Open for calls and texts!]

Jag and Jaina had seen each other through some pretty terrible injuries. The boys had fallen off or run into things and gotten hurt before. Those specific examples hadn't quite prepared her for her padawan ending up in a bacta tank.

Bhixen had figured he had stumbled on a lead on a Sith threat, and according to him he'd tried to call Jaina, but she'd been in Fandom. Tahiri had been busy with the school so he didn't want to bug her. Kyp was on Coruscant. He hadn't even thought of telling Lowie. She knew these were all excuses for him getting it in his head that he could handle it himself and go off and be a hero, and he hadn't counted on it backfiring on him.

The thing was, Jaina would have done the exact same thing at his age.

He'd actually said at one point that she would have done it, and she got to point out that she had twenty years on him, and she'd had to go through a lot of horrific stuff to get this level of good. She wasn't sure that sunk in. She'd gotten him out of it and gotten him back to the temple, and he'd be fine when he got out. She'd taken what he'd found to the Council and clued Jag in and kept herself busy because it was better than feeling terrible. (She still felt terrible.)

They'd be taking him out of the tank today, so Jaina was sitting and waiting outside for quite a while, running through lectures to give him in her head and telling herself not to say the first thing that came to mind. This was so much easier when she was the one being dumb.

...maybe she should apologize to her parents. And Uncle Luke.


[Mostly establishy but can be open for calls and texts!]

Jaina had been through this before, she knew (sort of) what to expect, and she knew the instant Anakin got here. It was both the best and the most anxiety-inducing feeling, because there was so much more everything now, starting with the two fifteen-month olds who were already getting overtired.

So she'd stayed at the hotel, because at least if they threw fits or anything they were contained, and she wouldn't have to worry about it stopping a needed conversation in public. And she opened herself up in the Force, knowing he'd know how to find her, and tried not to be too nervous.

It was fine.


[For one!]