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Room 313, Sunday evening
Mar. 8th, 2009 06:40 pmJaina had begun to think of 313 as her war room. Yes, that was a bad sign, and it was especially so that she'd spent so much time in here in the last week, but that was just the way it was. Since she couldn't be there flying with Twin Suns, she'd been conferenced in via holotransmitter as Twin Suns and the Wild nights completed their raid on Duro, with Jacen directing the Jedi in the battle from the bridge of Ralroost. And when it was all said and done, she didn't even need to yell.
Afterwards there was another remote meeting with Kre'fey and Farlander because there couldn't be breaks between operations or anything, and then she proceeded to record personal messages of congratulations to her pilots. She knew she was hard on them and pushed them farther than they probably wanted to go, even from here, but in months of battles and drills and raids, she hadn't lost a single pilot yet. That deserved recognition from your commanding officer.
There were definitely worse ways to spend an evening than telling people 'good job'.
[Establishy, but feel free to knock if you wanna deal with my pudding brain. (Tapioca. Put the spoon down.)]
Afterwards there was another remote meeting with Kre'fey and Farlander because there couldn't be breaks between operations or anything, and then she proceeded to record personal messages of congratulations to her pilots. She knew she was hard on them and pushed them farther than they probably wanted to go, even from here, but in months of battles and drills and raids, she hadn't lost a single pilot yet. That deserved recognition from your commanding officer.
There were definitely worse ways to spend an evening than telling people 'good job'.
[Establishy, but feel free to knock if you wanna deal with my pudding brain. (Tapioca. Put the spoon down.)]
