you can call me great one

( As far as life on Mandalore went, Jaina... didn't exactly hate it? It was different than she'd expected, but aside from having to deal with Fett's family drama, it wasn't so bad. )

So when she'd gotten done with training and work for the day, Jaina had retreated to her room, away from interruptions or people wanting to fight or five-year-olds who thought it was fine to casually hold a blaster on her. She wanted to run through the evidence again, occasionally writing notes on anything she thought might be helpful, and appreciating Ben's thoroughness even if she had no idea how he'd been able to put this all together.

[Originally this was from the book but I haaaate this book, so here, have something shorter. Which means this can be open for calls, texts or emails if you so wish.]

Jaina wasn't going to the funeral, which she had mixed feelings about. She wanted to be there, for Luke and Ben and her parents, but the same little part of her that had tried to skip out on her own brother's funeral just wanted to get away. That wasn't why she was missing it, though. After killing Lumiya and learning afterwards that there was no way that she could have killed Mara, Luke gave the task force new orders to find Alema, because she had to have done it.

Alema had to be found, yes. She was a threat, a Dark Jedi, and crazy as all get out. But the trail didn't make sense, and while Jaina couldn't voice or even admit to herself what she feared... she knew deep down that Alema was no real match for Mara.

Between that and the thought that she had to buckle down and be (even more) serious about what they were headed into, she'd had a little Talk with Jag and Zekk when she told them what happened. She would like to say that she handled it like a mature adult, but in reality she'd snapped something like "I'm not sleeping with anyone and that's final." Then they'd sat down and decided as a slightly uncomfortable team what their game plan was, which meant leaving immediately.

She had a few hours on Coruscant now. She'd made time to find Ben already, before calling the one in Fandom. It wasn't long enough, but she'd really felt the need to reassure him that it'd be all right, and that he'd be all right, because she knew he would, and he knew she knew. And then she had just enough time to regroup and pack up for another trip that would take an undetermined amount of time and head on out.

She was starting to feel like a pro at that.


[Open, as this is the last chance to talk to her for a bit. Not that she knows this yet.]