you can call me great one

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!]

A major benefit of having someone to train these days meant that Jaina was actually able to go on sanctioned missions again, which she had missed. Maybe her missions were different now, in the name of avoiding a galactic incident, but she still got to go.

And it meant she had to leave the kids at home, which was hard. She’d actually underestimated how hard it would be, so she was going to have to figure out a way to reconcile that. As soon as she got home, she said hi to Jag, and then headed into the boys’ room to look in on them while they were napping. They were both actually starting to wake up, which meant she could get actual time with them when they knew it.

It was then that she noticed the little spot of white at the front of Dax’s hairline, now that he has enough hair to actually have a hairline. She gently touched the spot, like maybe he’d gotten something on him and Jag had somehow missed it, but no, it looked like it was just part of his hair. You know. Like Jag’s. Which he had gotten after a serious head injury resulting in a scar and that streak. It probably shouldn’t have been a surprise when she knew Sia, but it was.

“Hey, honey?” she called. “How is this genetic?”


[Had to do it eventually. Can be open!]

The twins were a month old, so things were starting to reach something like normalcy, and that meant work. They'd started easy, heading to Hapes because Jag and Tenel aka had a lot to settle through long meetings of tense not-quite-arguing while Jaina rolled her eyes, and it had the bonus of letting Allana meet her cousins. And then the invitation had been extended to Anakin to meet all his great-grandchildren from this particular universe.

After Anakin arrived, Jaina showed him where his room was and then brought him over to her quarters just in time to watch the boys so Jag could go to a meeting.

"Thanks for the timing," Jaina said just after Jag left. "I was supposed to be in that."

[for Gramps!]

( If you asked Jaina, her little diplomatic mission had gone very well, overall. She wasn't sure everyone else agreed with her, but she didn't really care what they thought. )

[NFB, NFI, OOC okay.].

There still hadn't been any word from the Chiloon Rift, and it was driving Jaina insane. Bad enough that her parents were there, but Ben and Tahiri had been dispatched to check up on them, and then Luke had gone. So most of her family was out there, and she had no idea what was happening. She thought she'd been pretty good about handling it. And then today, she'd gone down for some training, which she thought would make her feel better, but the more she thought about it, the more frustrated she got.

It meant that when she got back to the apartment, the first words out of her mouth were, "I think we should go to the Rift."

Jag looked up from where he'd been working on a schematic of some sort. "After your parents?"

"After everyone," she nodded.

His expression didn't change. "No one who's one there has been heard from since, possibly dealing with an Abeloth.... something or other, and you want to go there."

She nodded again. "Yep."

"Frankly, I'm surprised it took you this long," Jag admitted. "You pack while I finish this."

She'd so married well.

[Establishy!]

Jaina had been home for not even a full two weeks and she was already being sent off on a mission. She'd come home to grab some things, and now poor Jag was stuck listening to her bitch.

( Though really, he'd known what he was getting into here when he married her. )

Apparently, when your best friend (who you'd had a crush on as a kid, and who'd had a thing for you for an embarrassingly long time, and who you'd maybe made out with once when you were sharing a brain which did not count and was not your fault) was getting married and you felt weird about it, you got into a fight with your new husband about it.

So yeah, Jaina was having a great trip so far.

It wasn't the Zekk stuff that was actually bothering her, though. Yeah, she'd literally, physically known how he had felt about her and knowing that that wasn't true anymore was weird, but she'd gotten over that a while ago. It was more that coupled with being on Hapes early to visit with Allana, she was seeing people arrive and that meant they'd managed to get herself, Zekk, Tenel Ka and Lowie alone in a room together... and there was no Jacen. It was bothering her, and she didn't know how to articulate why, or if she even wanted to. Even though she'd have to to settle the fight. Feelings were dumb, basically.

With some time to herself, she tried to do some meditating in her and Jag's room. It was not going well, and a distraction would be welcome.

[Open for calls and texts and such! I have no work to do and it's freaking me out.]

Since Abeloth had been defeated, Jaina had been just slightly busy. Luke still wasn't recovered from whatever happened to him beyond shadows, so she'd been spending a lot of time at the medical center. Then there was helping to take out the rest of the Sith that had been on Coruscant. And getting used to her new duties as a Master. And dealing with the fallout of the Sith knowing who Allana was, which meant that she'd be going home to her actual mother soon. And packing up her quarters at the Temple to move into her own place with her former Head of State fiance. And finally, finally getting to plan her kriffing wedding.

And so when she actually had some time to herself, she sent along a message to people: It's finally happening. The wedding's Saturday, June 20, out here. Fancy invitations with details to follow, this is just the probably tacky save the date. :)

Then she went back to packing things up, and wondering how weird it'd be if she showed up to the new place with a box full of boxes of dirt.


[I have no idea how to do GFFA invites, so this is it. Anyone who wants to show is invited, this message went out to anyone who wants to have gotten it. Open for replies!]