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solo_sword) wrote2025-01-16 07:21 am
solo_sword) wrote2025-01-16 07:21 am
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Coruscant- Thursday
Jaina had thought a perk of leaving the Order would be that she wouldn't have to sit in boring meetings as a Jedi presence. Instead she still had to do it because of Responsibilities and because sometimes you needed a lightsaber-welding badass as a warning for everyone to behave.
It did make things easier when she and Jag got to retreat to the space that had been designated his office while they were here. Less explaining to do.
"I wonder if this is ever going to stop being weird," Jaina said, sitting on the edge of the desk.
"For you, possibly never," Jag said honestly.
She nodded absently. He was probably right. He'd been an Imperial his whole life. This was a continuation of what he'd always known, with an unfortunate promotion. Jaina was the one still living with culture shock. "I just never saw there being a time when planets would willingly join the Empire. It doesn't align at all with what I grew up with."
"You grew up with heroes of the Rebellion. Your perspective was a little one-sided," he pointed out. "The Empire has been more stable than the GA for decades, and we've made strides they haven't because we haven't been scrambling."
"We're a new, cuddlier Empire these days," Jaina said wryly.
He made just the slightest bit of a face at her.
"Sorry," she said. "I think I'm in a mood."
"That will happen after a few hours of listening to politicians drone on," Jag allowed. "I prefer it over the times you look like you're disassociating in meetings."
Fair. "So what happens now?"
"Negotiating," he said, reaching for a datapad to look over his schedule. "This will be part of every conversation I have for the rest of this week, and I have to figure out how to look contrite in front of the GA as I shoo several worlds over to our side."
"I'm really glad I get to skip most of that," Jaina admitted.
"Luckily for me I'll have you there at tonight's event to keep me sane," he said, and if you knew him really well you could hear the teasing.
"I forgot about that," she realized. "You know, I just realized that starts right before the boys' bedtime…"
"This is why we have a nanny."
Jaina had fought that development. She'd insisted she didn't want to raise her kids with nannies and she wanted to be with them as much as possible, but it just hadn't been feasible forever. They did well, considering, but she and Jag couldn't always make their schedules work and they weren't in a position where they could call the teenager down the street over to watch the twins for a few hours. Unfortunately it also meant she couldn't always use them to get out of things, which was supposed to be a giant benefit of having children.
"If you expect me there you're going to have to decide whether you want me disassociating or in a mood, then," she warned.
"That will depend entirely on who you're talking to."
[NFI, NFB. I seem to be doing A Thing.]
It did make things easier when she and Jag got to retreat to the space that had been designated his office while they were here. Less explaining to do.
"I wonder if this is ever going to stop being weird," Jaina said, sitting on the edge of the desk.
"For you, possibly never," Jag said honestly.
She nodded absently. He was probably right. He'd been an Imperial his whole life. This was a continuation of what he'd always known, with an unfortunate promotion. Jaina was the one still living with culture shock. "I just never saw there being a time when planets would willingly join the Empire. It doesn't align at all with what I grew up with."
"You grew up with heroes of the Rebellion. Your perspective was a little one-sided," he pointed out. "The Empire has been more stable than the GA for decades, and we've made strides they haven't because we haven't been scrambling."
"We're a new, cuddlier Empire these days," Jaina said wryly.
He made just the slightest bit of a face at her.
"Sorry," she said. "I think I'm in a mood."
"That will happen after a few hours of listening to politicians drone on," Jag allowed. "I prefer it over the times you look like you're disassociating in meetings."
Fair. "So what happens now?"
"Negotiating," he said, reaching for a datapad to look over his schedule. "This will be part of every conversation I have for the rest of this week, and I have to figure out how to look contrite in front of the GA as I shoo several worlds over to our side."
"I'm really glad I get to skip most of that," Jaina admitted.
"Luckily for me I'll have you there at tonight's event to keep me sane," he said, and if you knew him really well you could hear the teasing.
"I forgot about that," she realized. "You know, I just realized that starts right before the boys' bedtime…"
"This is why we have a nanny."
Jaina had fought that development. She'd insisted she didn't want to raise her kids with nannies and she wanted to be with them as much as possible, but it just hadn't been feasible forever. They did well, considering, but she and Jag couldn't always make their schedules work and they weren't in a position where they could call the teenager down the street over to watch the twins for a few hours. Unfortunately it also meant she couldn't always use them to get out of things, which was supposed to be a giant benefit of having children.
"If you expect me there you're going to have to decide whether you want me disassociating or in a mood, then," she warned.
"That will depend entirely on who you're talking to."
[NFI, NFB. I seem to be doing A Thing.]