There had been a long afternoon on the comm trying to work things out with generals and admirals and then more time working things out with Kyp and Jacen and by the end of it, Jaina was either ready to tear her hair out or head to the bar. The Duro raid would be over soon enough, though, and then she could relax some. Maybe.

Right now, though, she was sitting on the floor of her room with the door cracked open, catching up on the rest of her messages.


[Mostly for the impatient new ruler of Pardland, but open.

ETA: Ninja official announcement to see who is paying attention: Pard has now renamed Fandom High Pardland, and has declared martial law. Further details forthcoming with more drinks.]