Somewhere in space- GFFA- Tuesday evening Fandom time

[solo_sword]

Just as she'd thought, a day after Jaina and Zekk had both gotten to Coruscant, they'd been sent out on their first mission back together. Considering she'd blown up at him for running a day late through no fault of his own when she'd been here waiting to do something, that kind of quick turnaround was not the worst idea. Resuming life as usual had chilled Jaina out a bit, too, at least in that regard. It was good to put her brain to work and get back into the action and know for sure that she was in the right place, doing the right thing, at the right time.

Not that she didn't end up missing people when things got quiet. Like now.

Currently she was aboard a passenger transport headed to Mordagon, on the tail of one of the members of a particularly hard-to-find crime ring that was springing up more and more often. Rather than come in being all obvious in X-wings, they'd stowed them on the civilian ship and decided to play this as low-key as possible. She and Zekk had separate rooms, since while they hadn't been Joiners in nearly a year, their bond to each other was still just strong enough to make sharing a room uncomfortable. It was something they might have to get used to, but not yet. Besides, Jaina hadn't apologized for that blowup on Coruscant yet.

That was also the reason she wasn't going to bother him now they they had some downtime till they arrived at their destination: she was just being stubborn. So when she'd gone through all the information she had, and plotted out a plan as well as she could, she got out her phone and checked the time in Fandom. After a moment of wondering if it was maybe too early to be doing this yet, she dialed a number anyway and waited to see if she got voicemail or not.


[Apparently when I'm crabby and headachey, this is the right character to post. If you think you got a call, you did.]

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[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri had been out training with her lightsaber on the beach (on the opposite side of the island from the causeway), which was something she'd been doing a lot lately; it was better than holing up in her room.

Getting a call from Jaina was -- the second one she'd be getting today, actually. This one, she suspected, would be much less of a business conversation. She was fine with that.

"Tell me you have some down time and not bad news," she said to start off. Honestly, with the people she knew? Flip a credcoin.

[solo_sword]

"Can the bad news be that I have some down time?" Jaina asked. "Hello to you too."

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri laughed; it was a little ragged, but it was still a laugh. "For you, I guess that is down time. How are things going?"

[solo_sword]

"They're going all right. I'm traveling right now, and we're at that point where we can't do much of anything unless we get more intel," she explained. "How are things over there? Everything still standing?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Still standing," Tahiri confirmed, looking out across the island. "We've moved, by the way. We're in Egypt now. About 2300 years ago, evidently, and your grandfather is having too much fun making his class run all over the place."

[solo_sword]

Strange, but Jaina sort of missed the Vikings, and she wasn't even there. "Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," she admitted. "Grandfather having fun, I mean. He was doing a lot of smiling when he was telling me about the class. And there was something about extreme rowing."

[weetuskenraider]

"And bookshelf building," Tahiri added. "It's been interesting, but at least so far we haven't had to break anyone out of jail."

[solo_sword]

"That's good, keep that up." That might have been said in a slightly distracted way, though, because the next thing she said was, "Bookshelf building?"

[weetuskenraider]

"They had to row to the Isle of IKEA last week, build a bookshelf without instructions, and row back," Tahiri informed her. "I have to hand it to him. He finds new and interesting ways to be hard on them."

[solo_sword]

"As long as people are having fun?" She might have loved that class, actually. "I'm guessing you're TAing?"

[weetuskenraider]

"I am," Tahiri confirmed; she wouldn't be surprised if Jaina would have loved that class. "It's keeping me busy at least a little bit. I, um . . ."

She swallowed, not sure how much she should say. "Ben's gone. For a while, it looks like. Something came up at home, and he had to stay. He asked me to let people know."

[solo_sword]

Ben hadn't said much about what he was going home for, but considering it'd been along the lines of boring negotiations, this couldn't be for any good reason. "Do you know any of the details?" she asked, out of concern rather than curiosity.

[weetuskenraider]

"Some," Tahiri replied, speaking more slowly than usual while she tried to pick her words carefully. "The negotiations didn't exactly turn out as boring as he thought, I guess. He's helping his father, and Ender's with them. Unless they figure a few things out and manage to convince the -- right people, it'll be ten years before they can come back."

She really did want to blurt out everything, maybe use some of the more colorful Corellian language she'd picked up from Corran to vent her opinion of Daala, but Jaina was close enough to Ben's point in the timeline by now that she wasn't sure how much she could risk.

[texted3times]

"No, I will not bail you out of jail," Eric replied when he recognized the number.

[solo_sword]

Jaina grinned. "What if I ask really nicely?"

[texted3times]

"How nicely are we talking here?" Eric asked. "You're pretty far away. I don't think my Corvette can go into space."

[solo_sword]

"I love that the car was your first thought of how to get here," she told him. "Never heard of Portalocity? You have to have met someone with a ship by now. Besides me."

[texted3times]

"Portalocity yes, the spaceship no," Eric replied. "And I like my car."

He loooooooved his car.

[solo_sword]

"I remember. Luckily you don't have to look into making it spaceworthy since I'm not in jail," she said. "No warrants that I know of, even." None currently, anyway.

[texted3times]

"Well, that sounds boring," Eric declared. "What have you been doing?"

[solo_sword]

"Hunting bad guys. Still sound boring?" Let's ignore that she'd been bored till she picked up her phone.

[texted3times]

"Depends," Eric said. "How bad are the bad guys?"

[solo_sword]

"Well, I'm sure you wouldn't think very much of them," she said dryly, "but for us mere mortals I'd say they're about moderately bad with potential for worse."

[texted3times]

"Mobsters?" Eric guessed.

[solo_sword]

"Not quite mobsters, but it is a crime ring, yeah," Jaina said. "Good guess."