solo_sword: (this isn't going well)
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.]
solo_sword: (this should be good)
It had taken more convincing than Jaina would have liked, but when she got some time, she was able to take Ben on a little trip, like she'd told that other Ben she would. It was mainly for her to check in with him and make sure things were going all right and there weren't any red flags, but there'd been a very large red flag right from the start: she had no idea why she had to convince Jacen to let Ben go instead of his parents.

The trip itself had been... fine? Jaina got the distinct impression that Ben would rather not go at all, but he'd been okay. And if she was being honest with herself, she and Ben didn't seem to connect the same way that they used to. She hadn't worked out training him, but she'd always looked out for him and he'd always been really glad to see her, and now he just... wasn't. He just thought he had more important things to do, because he was twelve and that's how twelve-year-olds (especially ones paired to train with self-important jerks) started to think. Then Jaina had gotten him to help her out in tinkering with the ship they'd been traveling on and things had been just fine, because he was twelve and some things don't change.

She'd gone back to her quarters to check her messages, unpacking while she listened. And when she got to the one from her grandfather, she immediately began piling the things she'd just taken out of her bag back in.

[Mostly establishy but if you feel like pinging in, I am not gonna stop you.]
solo_sword: (knows something you don't)
It seemed sort of pointless, coming back to Coruscant when she knew she'd be here all of a day before going off to the next thing, but Jaina told herself that she'd still be sleeping in her own bed and that made it okay. Between Fandom and work and Christmas, she'd hardly seen her own bed lately. The last time she'd been here it'd barely been long enough to finally do things like put pictures and holos up, because for all her issues, that whole Nothing thing had had a bigger effect on her than she wanted to admit.

When she got to her quarters, she dropped her bag, closed the door, and took a seat at the table to check her messages. And when she saw the date on her phone, she sent a quick Happy New Year! mass text, figuring that as long as it was on the right day, it didn't really matter if it wasn't midnight.


[If you think you got the text, you did. Open for calls, texts or emails, with warning for occasional bouts of SP interspersed with "omg keep me entertained."]
solo_sword: (knows something you don't)
It seemed sort of pointless, coming back to Coruscant when she knew she'd be here all of a day before going off to the next thing, but Jaina told herself that she'd still be sleeping in her own bed and that made it okay. Between Fandom and work and Christmas, she'd hardly seen her own bed lately. The last time she'd been here it'd barely been long enough to finally do things like put pictures and holos up, because for all her issues, that whole Nothing thing had had a bigger effect on her than she wanted to admit.

When she got to her quarters, she dropped her bag, closed the door, and took a seat at the table to check her messages. And when she saw the date on her phone, she sent a quick Happy New Year! mass text, figuring that as long as it was on the right day, it didn't really matter if it wasn't midnight.


[If you think you got the text, you did. Open for calls, texts or emails, with warning for occasional bouts of SP interspersed with "omg keep me entertained."]
solo_sword: (sleepytime)
It was the middle of the night when Jaina's comlink started going off, and groggily she dragged herself out of bed. She was used to having to get up at weird hours to answer calls or go to work, but she didn't tend to have to worry about things like finding clothing in the dark before she answered a call from work.

So there might have been a muttered string of "Don't hang up don't hang up don't hang up," as she searched for and finally found something that was probably a shirt.


[For he whose room it iiiiiis, and probably post-radio.]
solo_sword: (sleepytime)
It was the middle of the night when Jaina's comlink started going off, and groggily she dragged herself out of bed. She was used to having to get up at weird hours to answer calls or go to work, but she didn't tend to have to worry about things like finding clothing in the dark before she answered a call from work.

So there might have been a muttered string of "Don't hang up don't hang up don't hang up," as she searched for and finally found something that was probably a shirt.


[For he whose room it iiiiiis, and probably post-radio.]

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