you can call me great one

Jaina never would have thought she'd be hearing her doorchimes in the middle of the night again, and by the time she'd pulled a robe on to go open the door, she was pretty much ready to hit whoever was on the other side of it. Of course, she knew who was on the other side...

"Randomizer again," Dab said with an apologetic smile, holding up the device.

Jaina held out her hand. "Give it to me, I'm going to break that kriffing thing."

The smile disappeared, and he quickly pocketed the randomizer like he fully expected her to try and take it from him. "I can't do that, Jedi Solo. We'd both be in trouble, and-"

"Then you should go, before I break you instead," Jaina replied.

Dab swallowed. "Have a good night," he said, and hurried down the hall as Jaina closed the door behind him.

She leaned against the door for a moment, willing herself to leave the frustration here, and then returned to her bedroom after being interrupted by the adult doppleganger of her dead brother, pausing at the door. "Yeah, I'm not going to be able to do this," she realized.

From the bed, Jag sighed. "Remind me to thank him later. Possibly with a fist to the face."

"So, so done," she agreed.

[WHAT I HAD TO. NFB, NFI or I think Jaina may come to life and kill you.]

It was almost sunset when Jaina got back to her quarters, and the very first thing she did when she got there was walk over to her bed and flop on it.

While Luke was getting arrested, the Corran's son Valin had freaked out in some kind of episode. He pulled a lightsaber on his mother Mirax and fought his father, and while they'd subdued him and brought him to the Temple for observation, he'd escaped in the middle of the night. That led to the Jedi racing around the city on speeders trying to get to him before Daala's bounty hunters had, and now he was in a facility being tested. After the initial craziness, Jaina had left to see Jag, only to find out that the last day had nicely turned public opinion against the Jedi, and they weren't shy about showing it even in the company of the Imperial Head of State and his security team. That wasn't a good sign.

She hadn't gotten enough sleep, her night had involved getting covered with a shock net, she had a bad feeling about all of this, and she'd easily have spent the rest of her day cuddling with Jag if she didn't want to be around the other Jedi in case another crisis started up.

She missed when things felt boring, she really did. .

[The solution to rewriting Allston's action sequences: handwaving them. Open for calls and texts!]