Jaina Solo Fel (
solo_sword) wrote2009-03-02 03:39 pm
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Room 313, Monday afternoon
Jaina spent a long portion of her afternoon being conferenced in on Twin Suns' raid on Ylesia. She'd spent nearly half as long afterwards demanding answers for why it went wrong. It really was possible to be intimidating as a tiny little blue holographic figure yelling from an entire galaxy away, as it turned out.
When she finally turned everything off, she sank down on her bed, trying to calm herself down. It wasn't even anyone's fault. She couldn't even say that it would have gone any better if she'd been the one putting the operation together. It was like everything had just gone wrong at once. The intelligence was wrong, the plan was wrong, and there was simply a large combination of things that went wrong that meant that the Peace Brigade headquarters was still not destroyed. Didn't mean she wasn't going to be the one overseeing the next one.
In a way, she was almost grateful for the distraction. She'd had a pretty good vacation (there were a couple bits where she'd had issues but that resolved itself), but once she got back, it was back to reality. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried about two Tahiris now, and she'd trained herself to push everyone away so much that offering help almost felt alien now. At the same time, she couldn't not. And then there was the matter of needing to tell Ben about Jacen, which she could not be looking less forward to...
Work was easier. Too bad she'd run out of people to yell at.
When she finally turned everything off, she sank down on her bed, trying to calm herself down. It wasn't even anyone's fault. She couldn't even say that it would have gone any better if she'd been the one putting the operation together. It was like everything had just gone wrong at once. The intelligence was wrong, the plan was wrong, and there was simply a large combination of things that went wrong that meant that the Peace Brigade headquarters was still not destroyed. Didn't mean she wasn't going to be the one overseeing the next one.
In a way, she was almost grateful for the distraction. She'd had a pretty good vacation (there were a couple bits where she'd had issues but that resolved itself), but once she got back, it was back to reality. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried about two Tahiris now, and she'd trained herself to push everyone away so much that offering help almost felt alien now. At the same time, she couldn't not. And then there was the matter of needing to tell Ben about Jacen, which she could not be looking less forward to...
Work was easier. Too bad she'd run out of people to yell at.
