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solo_sword) wrote2012-06-14 10:03 am
solo_sword) wrote2012-06-14 10:03 am
Bloodfin- Thursday Fandom time
Sometimes horrible situations led to you having to do things you never expected because there wasn't any other real choice. For instance, Jaina was now staying on Mandalore, trying to learn techniques Jacen could never know under the tutelage of Boba kriffing Fett.
The situation she was currently in made that even worse. Having spent a little while with the Mandalorians now, it wasn't really a big deal that she'd been pulled along on a mission. She found she could work with Fett, she'd actually somehow befriended his granddaughter Mirta (whose mother Jacen had interrogated to death, and who had reportedly been the one to kill Jaina's cousin Thrackan... which should probably earn Mirta a pat on the back), and she even liked some of the other Mandos. But it was a mission put together by Natasi Daala, former Tarkin-banger and psychopath from back in the days when Kyp was still blowing up planets. The same Daala who was apparently going to end up leading the galaxy and use Mandos against the Jedi.
Jaina had a lot of feelings on this, and if she'd known who'd ordered the mission before she went on it, she wanted to think this would be going much differently.
But she was here, because this mission was going to take them on the Bloodfin, the flagship of Imperial Head of State Pellaeon. Which was in the midst of a battle with the Anakin Solo, because co-Chief of State Jacen Solo wasn't making friends anymore. So Jaina had to suck up any misgivings she had about who was in charge here, because if she had a chance at Jacen, she had to take it.
And when they were getting ready to board Bloodfin and getting word about the assassination of Pellaeon, Jaina sensed another familiar presence that she really, really wished she didn't.
"-they'll be in the command center," Fett was telling the others. "The citadel's hardened anyway. We've activated the fire control bulkheads to seal off the compartments around the citadel. If you go in via the replenishment hatches, that'll put you much closer to the command center, and you won't have to fight for every meter if you run into company."
"And you've got a Jedi on board," Jaina said quietly, feeling like her heart had dropped somewhere in the vicinity of her knees. "Tahiri Veila."
"I think she's forfeited her lightsaber now, Solo," said Fett.
"I meant that she might be extra trouble."
Jaina had known that Tahiri had disappeared sometime between Kuat and Kashyyyk, but she hadn't know what happened to her. And really, it was her own fault for not asking; she'd been so focused on training and preparing to kill Alema and Jacen that she had cut everything else out, at least until Jag knocked some sense into her. Maybe if she'd kept in touch better, checked up on Tahiri more, tried harder, been a bigger influence on her than Jacen, maybe... She had to keep telling herself that this wasn't about her, it was about the stupid choices people made for whatever they thought was a good reason at the time, and there was little to nothing she could usually do about those. It didn't help.
And yet Jaina was a quiet little ball of subdued guilt and rage, not sure who she wanted to go after anymore, sorry that one more person was dead because she hadn't been able to stop any of this... and having to push that all away because she couldn't let that rule her going into this.
Fett wasn't oblivious to much, so he had to be ignoring whatever Jaina was going through here. "I shouldn't have let you hear Daala's recording," he told her. "But when you're hunting scum, Solo, recognizing the voices is part of making sure you kill the right barve."
"I'm not squeamish," she said.
Mirta, helmet in her lap, gave Fett a look. It could have been leave her alone, or even try harder. You never knew with these people.
"It was still a man you'd known for a long time," he said. "And a Jedi killed him."
"Not the time," Jaina said firmly, and after a second Fett turned back to get more intel from his Imperial contact, Reige. Apparently they were looking for Jacen to come and extract Tahiri after she killed Pellaeon. Maybe this was it- what Jaina had been training for.
Even with everything she was feeling, she thought she would have felt more.
*****
She assigned herself to finding Tahiri, and none of the Mandos had disagreed. She couldn't sense Jacen, but she could sense Tahiri, and if Jacen was coming for her, then that's where Jaina needed to be.
Besides, Fett had given very strict orders that no one was to kill Jacen unless they had to- he was Jaina's kill. They had no such orders for Tahiri, and truth be told, Jaina didn't want a Mando getting to her first. She'd gone through the ducts to try and locate her, finally dropping back down with a report after Bloodfin took enough hits to rock them pretty good. "She's gone into the shafts," Jaina reported, standing straight. "Schematic says that's an emergency exit route, last resort."
"Solo, can you get her?" Fett asked.
"I need her blocked off somewhere along the route."
"I'll do it," Mirta said. "I'm small enough to pass through in armor."
"There's a med sprinter docked topside," Fett said. "Just a hunch, but do those ducts join up?"
Mirta checked her datapad. "Yeah.... there's a space a little under two meters high running the underside of that hatch. I reckon Tahiri commed a ride home. Maybe you should use the flamethrower."
"Let's not." Jaina looked up at the deckhead, closing her eyes and stretching out through the Force to locate Tahiri's presence as precisely as possible. "I can feel her, but I can't feel anyone outside on the hull."
"You can sense that?"
"When I really concentrate," Jaina shrugged, opening her eyes but staying alert. "Might be a med droid, might be someone who can vanish in the Force and I can guess who that'll be."
"I didn't need the Force to know your brother would come to collect his villip," said Mirta, and dragged a seat across the deck to climb up to another ventilation grille. "And if I get to him first, your training's going to be wasted."
"I said, we leave the scumbag to her," Fett said pointedly, and grabbed Mirta's ankle before she could disappear up the shaft. "Don't get killed now that I've bought your wedding present."
Mirta shook her leg free. "Get a refund."
As Mirta pulled herself up and vanished into the ceiling, Jaina looked at Fett and shrugged, with more than a little sympathy. Mirta was dealing with being reunited with an absentee grandfather that she had plenty of reasons to be pissed at, and it shouldn't be a shock that that was probably one of the reasons that she and Jaina had bonded. Even if there was no way in hell Jaina was sharing those particular personal experiences with a Mando because she was not stupid, thank you.
Jaina bent at the knees, Force leaping into the hole in the shaft, and then it was off to find Tahiri.
It was surprisingly easy to lose Mirta in the vents. They were more like catacombs at places, and Jaina's senses were busy trying to locate Tahiri and possibly Jacen, knowing full well that she probably would never know where he was while he'd definitely have the advantage of sensing her regardless. She had to learn how to hide her presence if she got out of this.
She found Mirta crouched with her blaster leveled ahead, and Jaina mirrored her stance. Mirta signaled three or four people ahead, drawing a T in the air with her finger.
"She's in there," Jaina said, as quietly as possible. "I feel her."
Mirta signaled her to go first while she'd provide cover. On the count of two, Jaina shot around the corner and ran ahead with a Mandalorian firing behind her. And there was Tahiri, dressed in a bright yellow environment suit, on a ladder and trying to release something in the deckhead that Jaina couldn't see.
In retrospect, Jaina and Mirta really should have attempted a super-quiet "capture, not kill" conversation. Tahiri fired back, and Jaina deflected the bolts easily with her lightsaber, hearing Mirta yell something behind her (so that was what happened when people's armor got hit by ricocheting bolts) and then more shots were fired past Jaina's head. Tahiri dropped off the ladder and ignited her own lightsaber to deflect the shots, and then, for whatever reason, Mirta decided it'd be a good idea to all-out run towards Tahiri with some Mandalorian battle cry.
Tahiri had to have been surprised by that. It was the only reason Mirta would have been able to actually hit her with her whole body. Once Tahiri had recovered from the impact, she reacted by swiping at Mirta with her lightsaber... and Jaina saw the shock on her face as the blade completely failed to do anything but bounce off the armor.
There was a very definite part of Jaina that just simply said, I don't want to be doing this, but it didn't factor in. She had to look at Tahiri as the enemy now, and treat her as such, and hopefully capture her even if she had no idea what the next step would be. So she backed Mirta up, swinging at Tahiri while Mirta ducked under the blade. Tahiri blocked, striking again, and it would have been easier to at least disarm her if Mirta wasn't still in the way-
Jaina barely saw it, and it happened so fast she didn't have time to do anything about it. Mirta had whipped out a vibroblade that then plunged into Tahiri's thigh, and immediately blood began spurting. That was a direct hit; Mirta'd managed to hit an artery.
Just like that, Tahiri dropped her blaster, and she dropped back, clutching at her leg but keeping her lightsaber out to protect herself. Jaina didn't dare continue the attack. There was no way Tahiri would be able to handle it under the circumstances. Jaina heard the sound of boots coming closer, and she whirled around to see four Moffs in Imperial uniforms running towards her. Behind them were members of the Mando team, which erupted into a firefight that meant Jaina was blocking blaster bolts too much for Tahiri to be an immediate priority.
A rush of cold air behind her told her that Tahiri had managed to dislodge whatever had jammed the hatch, and was scrambling through the deckhead. There was blood everywhere, and Mirta was lying on the deck, clutching at her throat like something invisible was grabbing her.
"Your shabla brother," she gasped. "He's up there."
Sithspit. She could feel him in the Force for once, she realized. He was too busy Force-choking Mirta to allow Tahiri time to escape to hide himself. She couldn't just go after Jacen and leave someone to choke to death, so she ignored the Mandos killing the Moffs they were fighting and concentrated, trying to visualize the Force grip he had on Mirta until she could break it. As she managed it, two of the Mandos scrambled up the ladder before Jaina could, which would mean she wasn't going to get a chance at Jacen now. As it turned out, Fett was on it, comming back to them, "Leave him! Grade, back off. I said he was Jaina's and I mean it."
Grade's voice was audible from Mirta's helmet, which was now laying on the deck. "Yes,Mand'alor.... you can't blame a boy for trying, though."
"Let me go after Jacen," Jaina said immediately. "He's hurt, he's tired, he's got an injured apprentice..." And between being able to actually sense him and the trail Tahiri had to be leaving, she actually had a chance at finding him before they could get away.
"In what?" Fett asked. "He's as good as gone. And then what do you do when you catch him? You're not ready to do what needs doing. We'll make you ready."
And that was that. Jaina bristled, but she knew this was one of those times she actually had to listen to someone's opinion. He was right, in that she hadn't been here long enough, and just because she could get to Jacen didn't mean she was in the right position to do something about it.
Taking her silence as acceptance, Fett went to Mirta, who quickly brushed him off. "I'm fine," she said. "Me and Jaina, we're a good double act."
"You're a maniac," Jaina said. "Tahiri could have killed you."
"She had to get past the beskar first, and anyway, you got her."
"No, you got her.... you severed an artery." And it did worry her. With the amount of blood all over- some of it on her, she realized- there was no guarantee Tahiri was going to survive before getting medical attention. Jaina wasn't used to worrying about an enemy. Nor was she used to having to think of one of her friends as an enemy these days.
"Well, that's for killing an old man."
Fett cut in. "Let's get back below. In case it slipped your minds, we've still got a few troopers to calm down."
Jaina was really glad she was among a lot of people who couldn't read her, because with the adrenaline rush of battle fading, the reality of death was beginning to sink in. Besides whatever was going to happen to Tahiri, there were four dead Moffs here, others elsewhere, and then there was Pellaeon.
They made their way into the ship proper, suddenly finding crew everywhere and shock troopers in white- some, not all- being herded at blasterpoint along the main passage. Others, helmets under their arms, were talking to crewmates as if nothing had happened. "What a mess," Fett said, taking in the damage. It wasn't the loss of lives that worried him one bit. "Brand new ship. Disgraceful."
"Could have been much worse," said Carid, one of the other Mandos. "We were pretty careful, under the circumstances. If Daala starts bleating about the paintwork, she can shove it."
"I think she's got other issues," Fett said. "I'm going to find Pellaeon's body. We're not savages, after all."
Jaina didn't know why she followed him to Pellaeon's day cabin. She didn't have to. But she'd known Pellaeon. He'd been a family friend, the person who'd turned the Empire into something they could work with instead of constantly fighting against, and someone she'd respected very much. He'd been in his nineties, murdered rather than being allowed to retire and die peacefully in his bed like he should have been able to after all this time. Letting people who didn't care about him at all take care of things didn't seem right to her.
Fett had to know she was following, but he didn't say anything and she hung back at the door, unable to see anything from this vantage point but legs under a blanket on a sofa and the immaculate boots sticking out from underneath. She wasn't trying to eavesdrop but not capable of turning her ears off. "It's a dirty deal, Reige," Fett said.
"Is Daala coming?" Reige asked.
"Yeah, I'll leave you two to sort this."
Reige's voice was shaky, and Jaina had a sinking feeling that this was maybe the beginning of something else she was going to have to deal with. She really wished Daala wasn't mixed up in all this. "Well, this crew will serve her out of respect for the admiral," Reige said. "We'll settle the score for him."
And just like that, Jacen- and Tahiri- had made themselves even more enemies.
[You know the drill. Dialogue from Revelation by Karen Traviss, but pretty much gutted and reworked as is my wont. Sigh, Tahiri.]
The situation she was currently in made that even worse. Having spent a little while with the Mandalorians now, it wasn't really a big deal that she'd been pulled along on a mission. She found she could work with Fett, she'd actually somehow befriended his granddaughter Mirta (whose mother Jacen had interrogated to death, and who had reportedly been the one to kill Jaina's cousin Thrackan... which should probably earn Mirta a pat on the back), and she even liked some of the other Mandos. But it was a mission put together by Natasi Daala, former Tarkin-banger and psychopath from back in the days when Kyp was still blowing up planets. The same Daala who was apparently going to end up leading the galaxy and use Mandos against the Jedi.
Jaina had a lot of feelings on this, and if she'd known who'd ordered the mission before she went on it, she wanted to think this would be going much differently.
But she was here, because this mission was going to take them on the Bloodfin, the flagship of Imperial Head of State Pellaeon. Which was in the midst of a battle with the Anakin Solo, because co-Chief of State Jacen Solo wasn't making friends anymore. So Jaina had to suck up any misgivings she had about who was in charge here, because if she had a chance at Jacen, she had to take it.
And when they were getting ready to board Bloodfin and getting word about the assassination of Pellaeon, Jaina sensed another familiar presence that she really, really wished she didn't.
"-they'll be in the command center," Fett was telling the others. "The citadel's hardened anyway. We've activated the fire control bulkheads to seal off the compartments around the citadel. If you go in via the replenishment hatches, that'll put you much closer to the command center, and you won't have to fight for every meter if you run into company."
"And you've got a Jedi on board," Jaina said quietly, feeling like her heart had dropped somewhere in the vicinity of her knees. "Tahiri Veila."
"I think she's forfeited her lightsaber now, Solo," said Fett.
"I meant that she might be extra trouble."
Jaina had known that Tahiri had disappeared sometime between Kuat and Kashyyyk, but she hadn't know what happened to her. And really, it was her own fault for not asking; she'd been so focused on training and preparing to kill Alema and Jacen that she had cut everything else out, at least until Jag knocked some sense into her. Maybe if she'd kept in touch better, checked up on Tahiri more, tried harder, been a bigger influence on her than Jacen, maybe... She had to keep telling herself that this wasn't about her, it was about the stupid choices people made for whatever they thought was a good reason at the time, and there was little to nothing she could usually do about those. It didn't help.
And yet Jaina was a quiet little ball of subdued guilt and rage, not sure who she wanted to go after anymore, sorry that one more person was dead because she hadn't been able to stop any of this... and having to push that all away because she couldn't let that rule her going into this.
Fett wasn't oblivious to much, so he had to be ignoring whatever Jaina was going through here. "I shouldn't have let you hear Daala's recording," he told her. "But when you're hunting scum, Solo, recognizing the voices is part of making sure you kill the right barve."
"I'm not squeamish," she said.
Mirta, helmet in her lap, gave Fett a look. It could have been leave her alone, or even try harder. You never knew with these people.
"It was still a man you'd known for a long time," he said. "And a Jedi killed him."
"Not the time," Jaina said firmly, and after a second Fett turned back to get more intel from his Imperial contact, Reige. Apparently they were looking for Jacen to come and extract Tahiri after she killed Pellaeon. Maybe this was it- what Jaina had been training for.
Even with everything she was feeling, she thought she would have felt more.
*****
She assigned herself to finding Tahiri, and none of the Mandos had disagreed. She couldn't sense Jacen, but she could sense Tahiri, and if Jacen was coming for her, then that's where Jaina needed to be.
Besides, Fett had given very strict orders that no one was to kill Jacen unless they had to- he was Jaina's kill. They had no such orders for Tahiri, and truth be told, Jaina didn't want a Mando getting to her first. She'd gone through the ducts to try and locate her, finally dropping back down with a report after Bloodfin took enough hits to rock them pretty good. "She's gone into the shafts," Jaina reported, standing straight. "Schematic says that's an emergency exit route, last resort."
"Solo, can you get her?" Fett asked.
"I need her blocked off somewhere along the route."
"I'll do it," Mirta said. "I'm small enough to pass through in armor."
"There's a med sprinter docked topside," Fett said. "Just a hunch, but do those ducts join up?"
Mirta checked her datapad. "Yeah.... there's a space a little under two meters high running the underside of that hatch. I reckon Tahiri commed a ride home. Maybe you should use the flamethrower."
"Let's not." Jaina looked up at the deckhead, closing her eyes and stretching out through the Force to locate Tahiri's presence as precisely as possible. "I can feel her, but I can't feel anyone outside on the hull."
"You can sense that?"
"When I really concentrate," Jaina shrugged, opening her eyes but staying alert. "Might be a med droid, might be someone who can vanish in the Force and I can guess who that'll be."
"I didn't need the Force to know your brother would come to collect his villip," said Mirta, and dragged a seat across the deck to climb up to another ventilation grille. "And if I get to him first, your training's going to be wasted."
"I said, we leave the scumbag to her," Fett said pointedly, and grabbed Mirta's ankle before she could disappear up the shaft. "Don't get killed now that I've bought your wedding present."
Mirta shook her leg free. "Get a refund."
As Mirta pulled herself up and vanished into the ceiling, Jaina looked at Fett and shrugged, with more than a little sympathy. Mirta was dealing with being reunited with an absentee grandfather that she had plenty of reasons to be pissed at, and it shouldn't be a shock that that was probably one of the reasons that she and Jaina had bonded. Even if there was no way in hell Jaina was sharing those particular personal experiences with a Mando because she was not stupid, thank you.
Jaina bent at the knees, Force leaping into the hole in the shaft, and then it was off to find Tahiri.
It was surprisingly easy to lose Mirta in the vents. They were more like catacombs at places, and Jaina's senses were busy trying to locate Tahiri and possibly Jacen, knowing full well that she probably would never know where he was while he'd definitely have the advantage of sensing her regardless. She had to learn how to hide her presence if she got out of this.
She found Mirta crouched with her blaster leveled ahead, and Jaina mirrored her stance. Mirta signaled three or four people ahead, drawing a T in the air with her finger.
"She's in there," Jaina said, as quietly as possible. "I feel her."
Mirta signaled her to go first while she'd provide cover. On the count of two, Jaina shot around the corner and ran ahead with a Mandalorian firing behind her. And there was Tahiri, dressed in a bright yellow environment suit, on a ladder and trying to release something in the deckhead that Jaina couldn't see.
In retrospect, Jaina and Mirta really should have attempted a super-quiet "capture, not kill" conversation. Tahiri fired back, and Jaina deflected the bolts easily with her lightsaber, hearing Mirta yell something behind her (so that was what happened when people's armor got hit by ricocheting bolts) and then more shots were fired past Jaina's head. Tahiri dropped off the ladder and ignited her own lightsaber to deflect the shots, and then, for whatever reason, Mirta decided it'd be a good idea to all-out run towards Tahiri with some Mandalorian battle cry.
Tahiri had to have been surprised by that. It was the only reason Mirta would have been able to actually hit her with her whole body. Once Tahiri had recovered from the impact, she reacted by swiping at Mirta with her lightsaber... and Jaina saw the shock on her face as the blade completely failed to do anything but bounce off the armor.
There was a very definite part of Jaina that just simply said, I don't want to be doing this, but it didn't factor in. She had to look at Tahiri as the enemy now, and treat her as such, and hopefully capture her even if she had no idea what the next step would be. So she backed Mirta up, swinging at Tahiri while Mirta ducked under the blade. Tahiri blocked, striking again, and it would have been easier to at least disarm her if Mirta wasn't still in the way-
Jaina barely saw it, and it happened so fast she didn't have time to do anything about it. Mirta had whipped out a vibroblade that then plunged into Tahiri's thigh, and immediately blood began spurting. That was a direct hit; Mirta'd managed to hit an artery.
Just like that, Tahiri dropped her blaster, and she dropped back, clutching at her leg but keeping her lightsaber out to protect herself. Jaina didn't dare continue the attack. There was no way Tahiri would be able to handle it under the circumstances. Jaina heard the sound of boots coming closer, and she whirled around to see four Moffs in Imperial uniforms running towards her. Behind them were members of the Mando team, which erupted into a firefight that meant Jaina was blocking blaster bolts too much for Tahiri to be an immediate priority.
A rush of cold air behind her told her that Tahiri had managed to dislodge whatever had jammed the hatch, and was scrambling through the deckhead. There was blood everywhere, and Mirta was lying on the deck, clutching at her throat like something invisible was grabbing her.
"Your shabla brother," she gasped. "He's up there."
Sithspit. She could feel him in the Force for once, she realized. He was too busy Force-choking Mirta to allow Tahiri time to escape to hide himself. She couldn't just go after Jacen and leave someone to choke to death, so she ignored the Mandos killing the Moffs they were fighting and concentrated, trying to visualize the Force grip he had on Mirta until she could break it. As she managed it, two of the Mandos scrambled up the ladder before Jaina could, which would mean she wasn't going to get a chance at Jacen now. As it turned out, Fett was on it, comming back to them, "Leave him! Grade, back off. I said he was Jaina's and I mean it."
Grade's voice was audible from Mirta's helmet, which was now laying on the deck. "Yes,Mand'alor.... you can't blame a boy for trying, though."
"Let me go after Jacen," Jaina said immediately. "He's hurt, he's tired, he's got an injured apprentice..." And between being able to actually sense him and the trail Tahiri had to be leaving, she actually had a chance at finding him before they could get away.
"In what?" Fett asked. "He's as good as gone. And then what do you do when you catch him? You're not ready to do what needs doing. We'll make you ready."
And that was that. Jaina bristled, but she knew this was one of those times she actually had to listen to someone's opinion. He was right, in that she hadn't been here long enough, and just because she could get to Jacen didn't mean she was in the right position to do something about it.
Taking her silence as acceptance, Fett went to Mirta, who quickly brushed him off. "I'm fine," she said. "Me and Jaina, we're a good double act."
"You're a maniac," Jaina said. "Tahiri could have killed you."
"She had to get past the beskar first, and anyway, you got her."
"No, you got her.... you severed an artery." And it did worry her. With the amount of blood all over- some of it on her, she realized- there was no guarantee Tahiri was going to survive before getting medical attention. Jaina wasn't used to worrying about an enemy. Nor was she used to having to think of one of her friends as an enemy these days.
"Well, that's for killing an old man."
Fett cut in. "Let's get back below. In case it slipped your minds, we've still got a few troopers to calm down."
Jaina was really glad she was among a lot of people who couldn't read her, because with the adrenaline rush of battle fading, the reality of death was beginning to sink in. Besides whatever was going to happen to Tahiri, there were four dead Moffs here, others elsewhere, and then there was Pellaeon.
They made their way into the ship proper, suddenly finding crew everywhere and shock troopers in white- some, not all- being herded at blasterpoint along the main passage. Others, helmets under their arms, were talking to crewmates as if nothing had happened. "What a mess," Fett said, taking in the damage. It wasn't the loss of lives that worried him one bit. "Brand new ship. Disgraceful."
"Could have been much worse," said Carid, one of the other Mandos. "We were pretty careful, under the circumstances. If Daala starts bleating about the paintwork, she can shove it."
"I think she's got other issues," Fett said. "I'm going to find Pellaeon's body. We're not savages, after all."
Jaina didn't know why she followed him to Pellaeon's day cabin. She didn't have to. But she'd known Pellaeon. He'd been a family friend, the person who'd turned the Empire into something they could work with instead of constantly fighting against, and someone she'd respected very much. He'd been in his nineties, murdered rather than being allowed to retire and die peacefully in his bed like he should have been able to after all this time. Letting people who didn't care about him at all take care of things didn't seem right to her.
Fett had to know she was following, but he didn't say anything and she hung back at the door, unable to see anything from this vantage point but legs under a blanket on a sofa and the immaculate boots sticking out from underneath. She wasn't trying to eavesdrop but not capable of turning her ears off. "It's a dirty deal, Reige," Fett said.
"Is Daala coming?" Reige asked.
"Yeah, I'll leave you two to sort this."
Reige's voice was shaky, and Jaina had a sinking feeling that this was maybe the beginning of something else she was going to have to deal with. She really wished Daala wasn't mixed up in all this. "Well, this crew will serve her out of respect for the admiral," Reige said. "We'll settle the score for him."
And just like that, Jacen- and Tahiri- had made themselves even more enemies.
[You know the drill. Dialogue from Revelation by Karen Traviss, but pretty much gutted and reworked as is my wont. Sigh, Tahiri.]