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solo_sword) wrote2010-11-18 12:40 pm
solo_sword) wrote2010-11-18 12:40 pm
Jedi Temple- Coruscant- Thursday Fandom time
After initial medical treatment on the way back to Coruscant, Jaina ended up in the Temple infirmary for a couple days to repair the worst of the damage. She preferred to stay there, though; she didn't much trust the medical facilities on Vulpter, and Cilghal and the healers here were so used to taking care of her injuries that anything else would feel abnormal. This despite the fact that she got some funny looks for just having been here before going back to Earth last time. It felt like home because where she technically lived was just right there, and it was someplace that she could actually see her family. Or, it was someplace she could see her family if most of them were around.
As it was, it was just her and her parents here at the moment, with Luke expected to arrive within the day. While she would have liked to have seen Jacen and checked up on him and Ben or talk with Mara about some of the things going on back in Fandom, she knew full well by now that actually seeing anyone she was related to was unlikely. Zekk kept her company most of the time she was awake, so it was nice that Han picked a time when Zekk was gone and Jaina was completely bored to visit again. "That doesn't look like a healing trance to me," he noted.
"I'm working on it," she assured him. Another reason she'd wanted Jacen to be here was that she'd never gotten really great at healing herself. She always did better with a little push from her brother. "Besides, I've been in the tank enough that I probably won't need it."
"Liar," he said, taking a seat at the chair beside her bed. "They've got you in there that much?"
Unfortunately. For something that had taken all of maybe twenty seconds to happen, it required a lot of healing, and there were more fun ways to spend your time than naked and hooked up to tubes in a tank that stank of antiseptic. Jaina made a face and complained, "Everything tastes like bacta."
"Let that be a lesson to you. Don't get stabbed anymore and then you don't need more bacta," Han told her.
"I don't know how I ever would have learned that without you."
He gave her a lopsided smile in response and said, "Cilghal said you're already rushing to get out of here. Hot date?" He was definitely kidding. Han was the kind of dad who'd only seriously ask that question if he intended to interrogate and threaten said hot date. He probably just wanted her around for longer, and if everyone wasn't so busy as usual, she'd definitely stay longer.
"Ha. No, I have work in a couple days over there, and I've got some new simulations to test out, and if you and Mom and Saba are taking off soon, there's not much of a point to being here," Jaina explained.
"And Zekk?"
She shrugged, wincing with the motion. She really needed to get hurt less. It was annoying to find yourself unable to move in certain ways when it happened all the time. When she was up to it, that just meant more training to make herself better. "He's already prepping for another mission without me. Might as well rest up in my own apartment and do the jobs that pay me."
"Now you definitely sound like my daughter," he said. "But come on. You can't even lay down right, sweetheart, it's too early for you to jump back into whatever crazy routine you have out there."
"It's not crazy! I work on Saturday, sometimes I go out on Sunday, office hours Monday, class on Tuesday, sometimes I visit a friend, occasionally I go to see Grandfather," she said. When she put it that way, it actually did sound like a lot. "All of that is completely safe. I'm cutting out training until I get better. I told Cilghal I'll even check in with the clinic if it makes her feel better." This was a lie. She'd go to the clinic only if there were problems.
Han totally missed this last part, his face going a little dark. "You still see your grandfather? After those recordings?"
"I didn't see those, Dad," she reminded him. And, she realized, everyone else in her family had at least heard about them.
"You wouldn't feel so casual about it if you did," he grumbled. He'd been a little weird about this subject since the end of the Swarm War, really. Jaina had found out later that it was because he'd watched one of the particularly bad recordings on Artoo with Luke, and worse, he'd had to watch Luke watch it. He was biased.
Then it occurred to her. She'd viewed it as being that she didn't need to know. Darth Vader was not a good person in anyone's book. He'd nearly killed off the Jedi, stood by as Alderaan was destroyed, had Han tortured for no reason and encased in carbonite to be shipped off to his creditor, chopped off Luke's hand, stood by for a good long while as Luke was hit with Force lightning, and those were just the things that directly affected her family. Knowing all of those things had happened, what could possibly make Han mad about it after all that? Suddenly Jaina was curious, even as she didn't want to touch the subject at all.
"Why?" she asked, watching him. The curiosity would always, always win out.
It seemed to sink in for him then, that she'd held off on not knowing for a reason while he was ready to start going off on a rant about it, and he softened. "Hey, it's nothing you want to hear about now-"
"Dad," Jaina interrupted. "I'm serious. What was on those recordings?"
Once she found out, she really wished she'd let Han talk her out of knowing.
[The usual: NFB, NFI, OOC's fine.]
As it was, it was just her and her parents here at the moment, with Luke expected to arrive within the day. While she would have liked to have seen Jacen and checked up on him and Ben or talk with Mara about some of the things going on back in Fandom, she knew full well by now that actually seeing anyone she was related to was unlikely. Zekk kept her company most of the time she was awake, so it was nice that Han picked a time when Zekk was gone and Jaina was completely bored to visit again. "That doesn't look like a healing trance to me," he noted.
"I'm working on it," she assured him. Another reason she'd wanted Jacen to be here was that she'd never gotten really great at healing herself. She always did better with a little push from her brother. "Besides, I've been in the tank enough that I probably won't need it."
"Liar," he said, taking a seat at the chair beside her bed. "They've got you in there that much?"
Unfortunately. For something that had taken all of maybe twenty seconds to happen, it required a lot of healing, and there were more fun ways to spend your time than naked and hooked up to tubes in a tank that stank of antiseptic. Jaina made a face and complained, "Everything tastes like bacta."
"Let that be a lesson to you. Don't get stabbed anymore and then you don't need more bacta," Han told her.
"I don't know how I ever would have learned that without you."
He gave her a lopsided smile in response and said, "Cilghal said you're already rushing to get out of here. Hot date?" He was definitely kidding. Han was the kind of dad who'd only seriously ask that question if he intended to interrogate and threaten said hot date. He probably just wanted her around for longer, and if everyone wasn't so busy as usual, she'd definitely stay longer.
"Ha. No, I have work in a couple days over there, and I've got some new simulations to test out, and if you and Mom and Saba are taking off soon, there's not much of a point to being here," Jaina explained.
"And Zekk?"
She shrugged, wincing with the motion. She really needed to get hurt less. It was annoying to find yourself unable to move in certain ways when it happened all the time. When she was up to it, that just meant more training to make herself better. "He's already prepping for another mission without me. Might as well rest up in my own apartment and do the jobs that pay me."
"Now you definitely sound like my daughter," he said. "But come on. You can't even lay down right, sweetheart, it's too early for you to jump back into whatever crazy routine you have out there."
"It's not crazy! I work on Saturday, sometimes I go out on Sunday, office hours Monday, class on Tuesday, sometimes I visit a friend, occasionally I go to see Grandfather," she said. When she put it that way, it actually did sound like a lot. "All of that is completely safe. I'm cutting out training until I get better. I told Cilghal I'll even check in with the clinic if it makes her feel better." This was a lie. She'd go to the clinic only if there were problems.
Han totally missed this last part, his face going a little dark. "You still see your grandfather? After those recordings?"
"I didn't see those, Dad," she reminded him. And, she realized, everyone else in her family had at least heard about them.
"You wouldn't feel so casual about it if you did," he grumbled. He'd been a little weird about this subject since the end of the Swarm War, really. Jaina had found out later that it was because he'd watched one of the particularly bad recordings on Artoo with Luke, and worse, he'd had to watch Luke watch it. He was biased.
Then it occurred to her. She'd viewed it as being that she didn't need to know. Darth Vader was not a good person in anyone's book. He'd nearly killed off the Jedi, stood by as Alderaan was destroyed, had Han tortured for no reason and encased in carbonite to be shipped off to his creditor, chopped off Luke's hand, stood by for a good long while as Luke was hit with Force lightning, and those were just the things that directly affected her family. Knowing all of those things had happened, what could possibly make Han mad about it after all that? Suddenly Jaina was curious, even as she didn't want to touch the subject at all.
"Why?" she asked, watching him. The curiosity would always, always win out.
It seemed to sink in for him then, that she'd held off on not knowing for a reason while he was ready to start going off on a rant about it, and he softened. "Hey, it's nothing you want to hear about now-"
"Dad," Jaina interrupted. "I'm serious. What was on those recordings?"
Once she found out, she really wished she'd let Han talk her out of knowing.
[The usual: NFB, NFI, OOC's fine.]