you can call me great one

Jag and Jaina had seen each other through some pretty terrible injuries. The boys had fallen off or run into things and gotten hurt before. Those specific examples hadn't quite prepared her for her padawan ending up in a bacta tank.

Bhixen had figured he had stumbled on a lead on a Sith threat, and according to him he'd tried to call Jaina, but she'd been in Fandom. Tahiri had been busy with the school so he didn't want to bug her. Kyp was on Coruscant. He hadn't even thought of telling Lowie. She knew these were all excuses for him getting it in his head that he could handle it himself and go off and be a hero, and he hadn't counted on it backfiring on him.

The thing was, Jaina would have done the exact same thing at his age.

He'd actually said at one point that she would have done it, and she got to point out that she had twenty years on him, and she'd had to go through a lot of horrific stuff to get this level of good. She wasn't sure that sunk in. She'd gotten him out of it and gotten him back to the temple, and he'd be fine when he got out. She'd taken what he'd found to the Council and clued Jag in and kept herself busy because it was better than feeling terrible. (She still felt terrible.)

They'd be taking him out of the tank today, so Jaina was sitting and waiting outside for quite a while, running through lectures to give him in her head and telling herself not to say the first thing that came to mind. This was so much easier when she was the one being dumb.

...maybe she should apologize to her parents. And Uncle Luke.


[Mostly establishy but can be open for calls and texts!]

Jaina had been through this before, she knew (sort of) what to expect, and she knew the instant Anakin got here. It was both the best and the most anxiety-inducing feeling, because there was so much more everything now, starting with the two fifteen-month olds who were already getting overtired.

So she'd stayed at the hotel, because at least if they threw fits or anything they were contained, and she wouldn't have to worry about it stopping a needed conversation in public. And she opened herself up in the Force, knowing he'd know how to find her, and tried not to be too nervous.

It was fine.


[For one!]

Jaina had a birthday coming up, and while she'd never done much for them she'd sort of tried to ignore them since Jacen died. As it turned out, the twins' birthdays were only a few days later, so she could put the focus on that instead.

Honestly, since these next couple months tended to be a painful slog of reminders of things like both brothers' deaths, these kids helped.

So today there was a text going out.

The boys are having their first birthday party out here on Saturday the 14th. If you can make it, great, and we're in charge of who sees what so no one has to shave their head.

That should be stated.


[If you think you got it, you did! Open for calls and texts.]

A major benefit of having someone to train these days meant that Jaina was actually able to go on sanctioned missions again, which she had missed. Maybe her missions were different now, in the name of avoiding a galactic incident, but she still got to go.

And it meant she had to leave the kids at home, which was hard. She’d actually underestimated how hard it would be, so she was going to have to figure out a way to reconcile that. As soon as she got home, she said hi to Jag, and then headed into the boys’ room to look in on them while they were napping. They were both actually starting to wake up, which meant she could get actual time with them when they knew it.

It was then that she noticed the little spot of white at the front of Dax’s hairline, now that he has enough hair to actually have a hairline. She gently touched the spot, like maybe he’d gotten something on him and Jag had somehow missed it, but no, it looked like it was just part of his hair. You know. Like Jag’s. Which he had gotten after a serious head injury resulting in a scar and that streak. It probably shouldn’t have been a surprise when she knew Sia, but it was.

“Hey, honey?” she called. “How is this genetic?”


[Had to do it eventually. Can be open!]

( It was Jaina who'd come up with the idea of an event for some of the Imperial bigwigs that they didn't have much in the way of dealing with to get together and do some networking. Mainly, she had babies and she a school to run and they were all tiring and she didn't want to keep traveling just to meet a bunch of people. )

[NFB, NFI, hello to a canon fix. Kneel before Zod, etc.]

( Today Jaina and Tahiri had gone to the Council to ask for the okay to open a Jedi school in the Empire. Things were still a little fraught there, but this couldn't be done without the Council's okay. Gone were the days where she could just ask Luke. It'd been a long discussion, with a decent amount of arguing- Jaina suspected certain members were genuinely trying to give her a hard time- and then… they agreed. )

[NFB, NFI, do we even do OOC anymore? Thanks to the amazing weetuskenraider for being my Tahiri!]

The twins were a month old, so things were starting to reach something like normalcy, and that meant work. They'd started easy, heading to Hapes because Jag and Tenel aka had a lot to settle through long meetings of tense not-quite-arguing while Jaina rolled her eyes, and it had the bonus of letting Allana meet her cousins. And then the invitation had been extended to Anakin to meet all his great-grandchildren from this particular universe.

After Anakin arrived, Jaina showed him where his room was and then brought him over to her quarters just in time to watch the boys so Jag could go to a meeting.

"Thanks for the timing," Jaina said just after Jag left. "I was supposed to be in that."

[for Gramps!]

On one hand, Jaina hated diplomatic missions and didn't think she was any good at them. On the other hand, at least she was getting out to do things, and she was getting better at the diplomacy thing. And sure, she had to bring a bodyguard still, but he was in back during the flight, while Jaina got to hang out in the cockpit and he slightly bored.

Naturally this meant getting the phone out. She took a picture out the viewport of the hyperspace lines (which took more tries than she would ever admit to to get something not-blurry) and sent it off.

Because really, if nothing else it was pretty.

[open for calls and texts! As always if you think you got it, you did!]

( If you asked Jaina, her little diplomatic mission had gone very well, overall. She wasn't sure everyone else agreed with her, but she didn't really care what they thought. )

[NFB, NFI, OOC okay.].