you can call me great one

Jaina probably broke the record for most brain breakage in a single day. She met her teenage uncle, found out her grandfather is alive in a 25-year-old cloned body and teaching a workshop she's taking, and the current leader of Rogue Squadron is staying right across the cabin. Her other cabinmates seem nice enough, but still, ow her head. And she feels weirdly naked without her lightsaber.

She closed the curtain to her alcove, setting up to record a quick message back to Mara. She'd said she wanted to know how things went, but as soon as Jaina was ready to speak, all she could say was "..."

Starting again, she found it was easier to leave it simple. "I'm here, everything's fine. And there's a lot I can't tell you because I think we need to be in the same room where you can tell I'm not lying. All I'm saying is that if you got your information from one of Karrde's people, they need to get a Lecture for not doing enough research. Nothing I can't handle, though. Update me when you can."

With that, she ended the transmission, and set up to go to sleep.


[I'm stealing A3. If any Chupacabrans have already claimed this/wanna tell me the cat took it, let me know and I'll change it. Establishy, la.]