you can call me great one

Jaina had spent a good part of her time after classes either in the junkyard, collecting parts, or in the garage, adding them to the hoverboard, which still wasn't entirely at the hovering stage yet. Maybe she wasn't as up on how repulsors worked as she thought she was. Which was why she was trying to call Anakin (the brother, not the grandfather), but she still wasn't getting an answer.

"Next time I go to a strange planet, I'm making sure it's in a decent time zone," she muttered.


[Door's open, as is post. I demand entertainment. And maybe a song and dance.]