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Jaina_Jag_Index Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 11/14/05 10:51am Subject: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge In honor of our newly named Index, we have an exciting challenge for November. Here’s the groundrules… The scene must take place behind a conference room door. Jaina and Jag can be the only two people in the scene, but…they can’t call each other by their first names. The following words must be included in the story: debrief ktah salad rumble splat The word limit this time is 1500 words. Short and sweet. The challenge will be open through the end of the month. All entries must be posted in the Challenge thread. All entries must include an appropriate header as required for placement in the Index. Once it’s December, you’re out of luck. Each entry will be judged on the following: Following the rules of the challenge Originality/keeping with the theme of our new index name Overall impression Characterization Grammar and spelling As always I am in need of judges. Volunteers please PM TKeira_Lea. Now go, write, have fun! -----signature----- Managers of the Jaina/Jag Index If you have a Jaina/Jag story, PM us! http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=13884802&replies=0
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Trepidation Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 11/14/05 1:06pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge - Date Edited: 11/15/05 7:08pm (7 edits total) Edited By: Trepidation
	Title: Through the Heart Link to your user profile: Trepidation Author: Trepidation Timeframe: Between TUQ and SwW (Beyond the Saga) Characters: Jagged Fel, Jaina Solo Genre: Tension, angst Keywords: Jag, Jaina, Killik, Chiss Summary: Jag and Jaina are in a conference room on the eve of a Chiss/Killik war. Notes: November Challenge entry “You are incredibly naïve for someone who claims to be so worldly.” “I never made such a claim.” Jaina responded while moving closer to the hatch in an effort to eavesdrop on the discussion occurring on the other side in the adjoining conference room. She fought to filter out the rumble of the massive Chiss auxiliary drives in the process. “Please.” Jag said while leaning back in the chair. “You are the first to defend your age by deluging the offending party with your experiences.” “What are you saying?” “Saying?” Jag repeated. “I have already said it. And despite the cadence of the words, it was not easy to bring forth.” “Humor me.” She responded in a huff of annoyance. “Why are you telling me this?” Jag stared back to her with the question. “You have not, yet, figured out why you were invited on board a Chiss flagship in the eve of what could easily become a full fledged war?” “I have my hypothesis on the matter.” “Which is?” “One last effort to avoid escalated hostilities.” She said with conviction as if it were common knowledge. He shook his head and stared down at the table. “What then?” Jag continued to shake his head before halting the effort and glancing to Jaina’s attentive and impatient expression. “We will not attack.” He said. “Propagate the first aggression.” Jaina paused to consider the remarks. It dawned on her suddenly. Jag saw it register and nodded before returning his gaze to the table. “Those on the other side this hatch are going to make sure I leave incensed and appalled so that I go back to the hive with a recommendation and conclusion that nothing can be worked out.” One nod returned as he picked up the utensil and prodded what was left of a viscis salad. He discarded it just as quickly and pushed the bowl away in disgust. The emotion had nothing to do with the salad. Jaina saw the questions forming and cut him off at the knees. “Don’t start.” She said while, physically turning away. Jag threw both hands up in an exaggerated shrug. “Why should I start?” He mocked. “I am, but a toy, for you to use when the urge strikes you.” “That’s not fair, or accurate.” Jaina said without turning. “No?” Jag responded while moving beyond frustration and launching a disposable bowl of berries across the conference room and into the bulkhead. A quick rat-tat of the individual berries hitting the wall was hyphenated by a follow-up splat from a similar sized bowl holding some discolored salad draping. Jaina turned to study the new design on the bulkhead and moved her sight to Jag. “Feel better?” “Not in the least.” He responded while turning the chair to face the viewer behind him. The chair back blocked all but the top of his head. “What do you suggest I do?” Jaina asked without moving from her position at the hatch. Silence answered her, and she fought pride to entice his advice by repeating the question louder, although she knew he had heard the first time. The chair spun around and stopped abruptly as he faced her head on. “I suggest you re-evaluate your life and find your soul in that convoluted entanglement that you call a hive.” He said with a bit of vinegar. “While you are looking, see if you can find something worth living for other than what someone else deems important.” “You have no idea what you are talking about.” “It does not matter.” He said dismissively while spinning back to the viewer. “Why?” He didn’t respond. This time she would not give him the satisfaction of controlling the conversation. “I’m happy.” She said with supreme effort to remain impassive in the tone. “That’s what matters to me.” She wasn’t really, but she knew it would twist in his gut. “Wonderful.” A voice returned from the other side of the chair. It sounded disinterested, but it was not. “I can sleep easy with the knowledge.” “You don’t look like you have slept much at all.” She said with amusement. She had noticed the dark circles under his eyes when he met her in the expansive hanger upon first arrival. “Tonight I will bask in dreams with the comforting knowledge that you are…happy.” He made no effort to hide his distaste in the treasonous words. Jaina exhaled loudly and swallowed her pride. “Why doesn’t it matter?” The chair spun quickly around as she asked. “Because dear Jedi, you will return to your little collective of bugs and bullocks. You will debrief on what is sure to be a list of unreasonable demands punctuated by remands on previous agreements, and those that control what is left of your brain will convince you to initiate the first action of war in an effort to gain the best advantage.” Jaina stood silent and fought to portray no emotion at the outburst. Jag stared and searched her face for a reaction; any reaction to his concise peeling of the layers of what was sure to occur. When nothing returned, he threw his hands up and spun the chair back to his study of deep space. “I could have accepted that you were lost to me. But, I am pained beyond words to see you lost to yourself. It is perverted and…sad.” “Do not assume that you understand what I feel.” “Sometimes I do not think you feel anything.” He cringed with the words because he knew they would sting. It did not surprise him that they were met with silence. “Sometimes I don’t.” She responded after a long pause. “Convenient.” “I do not have to subject myself to a lecture on feelings from someone who fights to bottle his up so tightly that a mere conversation erupts with flying berries.” She replied. There was satisfaction in the words. “Remember those sentiments.” A voice returned from the other side of the chair. “They will be the last that you provide to me while I hold my rank.” Confusion enveloped her expression. “What are you saying?” She heard him, actually, snort in response. “The moment you hop in your snub fighter and make your move against my compatriots, my family will be expelled from Chiss Space or worse.” “I don’t understand.” She said while taking a step closer to him. “I had the ill-conceived idea that I could reach you by setting Lowbacca free into your custody.” He said with disdain. “Desperation and idiocy sealed the fate of my entire family in the process.” “I still don’t understand how…” The chair swung around with such a velocity that the armrest bounced off the conference table. "Naïve...Ktah! You are naïve.” He said with no loss of emotion. “If the Jedi fight on the side of the Killiks in the inevitable war…you, Lowbacca, Kyp…it matters not.” His hand swept across in front of him. “Any one of you; and my family will…” He didn’t finish. “I didn’t ask you to intervene.” The words felt short in content and concern. “No.” He said softly. “I did so on my own volition, and by means of individual choice. I realize the concept is lost to you.” Jag stood abruptly and walked with purpose towards the hatch. He stopped directly in front of Jaina and looked down to the surprised face. He took a deep breath and one last long look of what might have been before pushing the cargo over the side of the deck. “I have no doubt that your internal immaturity and naiveté will, someday, catch up with the defensiveness of your exterior.” He said without one millimeter of emotion. “I will not see that day. It is my most profound wish that there is something left of your self that is there is acknowledge the event.” With the last of his words, the Chiss Commander strode to the exit hatch and disappeared into the connector. The whisp of the hatch lid initiated a long droning silence in the conference room holding a solitary presence with a multiple conscience. The only movement came from a portion of the whole as a single tear traversed the contour of her cheek. There was no one there to wipe it clear other than herself. -----signature----- "I've met people who figure me for a spoiled Jedi brat." --Jaina Solo "Nooooooooooo !!!!!" snort---Trepidation
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Chimpo_the_Sith Title: FanForce CR FF Poland Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 11/14/05 1:11pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge - Date Edited: 11/15/05 7:46am (3 edits total) Edited By: Chimpo_the_Sith
	Holy Smoke!!!! That was fast Hehe nice trick Jag Making Jaina is like suicide but it seems that it worked Great job EDIT: Oh well but you can make another attempt Trep EDIT2: Another change I see Even better then the first one Actually when I look at my first reply it could go with this story too -----signature----- You can read this? Good you don't need glasses
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oldjedinurse Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 11/14/05 5:35pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	Wow - great entry, Trep! You have analyzed their situation so well - whether or not its what Denning intended, it pretty much delineates the situation as we know it so far. Loved it! oldj -----signature----- Confidence is the feeling you have before you understand the situation.
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Trepidation Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 11/15/05 7:41am Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	oldjedinurse posted: Wow - great entry, Trep! You have analyzed their situation so well - whether or not its what Denning intended, it pretty much delineates the situation as we know it so far. Loved it! Thanks...I'm beginning to wonder if the very issue is, either, going to be the deal breaker or the deal sealer with these two...I can see it coming down to one or the other. -----signature----- "I've met people who figure me for a spoiled Jedi brat." --Jaina Solo "Nooooooooooo !!!!!" snort---Trepidation
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jagsredlady Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 11/15/05 8:11am Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	Wow! This was wonderful, Trep. The emotions felt so real. “I could have accepted that you were lost to me. But, I am pained beyond words to see you lost to yourself. It is perverted and…sad.” So true! “I had the ill-conceived idea that that I could reach you by setting Lowbacca free into your custody.” He said with disdain. “Desperation and idiocy sealed the fate of my entire family in the process.” With the last of his words, the Chiss Commander strode to the exit hatch and disappeared into the connector. The whisp of the hatch lid initiated a long droning silence in the conference room holding a solitary presence with a multiple conscience. The only movement came from a portion of the whole as a single tear traversed the contour of her cheek. There was no one there to wipe it clear other than herself. I hope that woke Jaina up. Now I want to know what happens next. Great entry! -----signature----- Education: that which reveals to the wise, and conceals from the stupid, the vast limits of their knowledge. ~ Mark Twain "He's not that good." ~ Jag Puh-leeze, she's not in his league..... The socks are multiplying like rabbits.
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Chimpo_the_Sith Title: FanForce CR FF Poland Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 11/15/05 8:17am Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	jagsredlady posted: I hope that woke Jaina up. Now I want to know what happens next. I like the way you are thinking Red -----signature----- You can read this? Good you don't need glasses
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Trepidation Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 11/16/05 1:33am Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	jagsRedLady posted: I hope that woke Jaina up. Now I want to know what happens next. Great entry! Thanks for the nice comments...and here is what happened next Chimpo the Sith posted: I like the way you are thinking Red See above...and thanks for the compliments CtS... Cheers, Trep -----signature----- "I've met people who figure me for a spoiled Jedi brat." --Jaina Solo "Nooooooooooo !!!!!" snort---Trepidation
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Inara Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 11/16/05 4:59am Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	Great entry, and great sequel. I said it before, but I like the brutal honesty. Jag's isn't giving up any ground, and it's like he's trying to hurt her to reach inside. I realize this is J/J, but unless she gets her act together, she's not worthy of our Jaggy. Glad you showed the repercussions of Jaina's attack. Obviously it won't be without consequences. And I liked his rage - it was also controlled in his own way. Had it been me, I would have beaten her or at least tossed her in the brig. I guess I don't have the benefit of a Chiss upbringing. -----signature----- "The Sun Crusher was originally conceived as a humane alternative to Kyle Katarn." http://www.thedarknest.com Dark!Horny!Jacen 1 6177 86515
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Inara Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 11/16/05 5:33am Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge - Date Edited: 11/22/05 6:10am (6 edits total) Edited By: Inara
	Title: Morning Moments Link to your user profile: Inara Author: Inara Timeframe: During NJO Characters: Jaina Solo, Jag Fel Genre: General Keywords: Jag, Jaina, Caf Summary: Caf, comfort, and a job well done. Author Notes: November Challenge Entry. I thought I’d take a break from writing Dark Nest fics and dabble in the NJO-era. There really isn’t a point to this except to write a non-dramatic moment for Jaina and Jag. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The smooth expanse of the conference room table made a poor place to rest her head, but in light of the work piled in front of her, resting any place else was wishful thinking on her part. Pillowing her head in her arms, she groaned as she realized that her day had only started, and with her squadron grounded on Borleias for repairs, she had no excuse for avoiding the daunting pile of reports. It was one of the negative parts of being a pilot, she reflected, something that retired squadron commanders never reminisced about yet was so intimately connected with flying that Jaina was not sure if she spent more time staring at her X-wing’s tactical computer or a datapad. Maybe I should have a protocol droid assigned to my squadron. But then memories of C-3PO arose, and she immediately banished the thought. A droid might have been able to take care of the more mundane details of running a squadron, but the duties of composing certain letters was only hers. Secretly wishing that everything would take care of itself, she sat at the table alone and contemplated her work in silence. She heard the door open, but she did not bother looking up to see who it was. His distinctive presence shined at her through the Force. Cracking an eye open, she squinted at the tall, black haired man. “What are you doing here?” she grumbled. “I did not see you in the mess hall this morning, so I brought you breakfast,” Jag said matter-of-factly. He placed a mug of steaming caf in front of her, and within moments, the aroma started penetrating the early morning fog that clouded her mind. “Thanks.” She raised her head. “That was nice of you,” she said grudgingly as she lifted the caf to her nose and inhaled. He pushed a plate of pastries towards her. “Sometimes I surprise myself. Best take advantage of my goodwill before I eat your breakfast on your behalf.” In response to his threat, her stomach emitted a rumble. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Taking a pastry in hand, she took a bite. “I thought you’d be with Shawnkyr right now.” “Shawnkyr is handling our squadron duties this morning. Not that it is of any surprise. I have nominal control of my squadron these days since I am now serving in yours.” His lips quirked self-deprecatingly. “In truth, she encouraged me to leave our temporary office with an almost feverish intensity, and her eagerness in my departure was so enthusiastic as to border on insulting.” Jaina smiled as she imagined the solemn Chiss female demonstrating enthusiasm. “I’ll bet she’s glad to be free of distraction.” He scoffed. “I am very grateful that Shawnkyr’s knowledge of Basic is limited. Without the language barrier, I cannot imagine what stories the two of you would exchange.” “What language barrier? Shawnkyr doesn’t need Basic. She knows fluent eyebrow. She speaks volumes that way.” Jag’s eyes twinkled as he acknowledged her point. “How far along are you with your work?” She sighed. “I’m nowhere with it. Every time I look at a requisition report, my mind wanders.” He took another bowl from the tray and started eating what Jaina recognized as roasted Taanabian nuts. “Is that why you holed yourself in this out of the way conference room? Hoping for no distractions?” Jaina tucked loose hair behind her ear. “Obviously my plan didn’t work,” she said pointedly. “You and your munching are distracting me right now. And you know those are salad toppings, right? Not snacks.” In defiance, Jag took a larger handful and munched loudly. “I am a daredevil pilot in a reckless squadron comprised of members from a renegade Chiss phalanx. Do you think your peculiar eating habits are enough to stop me?” At his description of himself, Jaina almost dropped her pastry, and part of the fruit filling dripped onto her plate with a splat. “Daredevil, reckless, and renegade...maybe you don’t have such a great grasp of Basic either.” He just arched an imperious eyebrow at her, but thanks to Shawnkyr, Jaina was not intimidated by Chiss eyebrow speak. “These are all requisition reports?” he asked instead as he eyed the pile of datapads stacked in front of her. “I am surprised that Lowbacca is not here helping you.” “He’s been growing irritated by the increased humidity.” At his look, she hastened to explain. “It’s because of all the Mon Cals on this base. The dryness of Borleias irritates them, so the base commander had the environmental controls adjusted.” She shrugged. “But Lowie has a lot of fur, so he tries to stay in places where it’s more congenial for him – the hanger bay and his quarters.” Jag poured her a glass of water. “Here, drink this.” “Thanks,” she said gratefully. “But now that I think about it, it’s rather strange that something so minor could bother Lowie so much. It was a lot more humid on Yavin IV.” He folded his hands on the table surface. “It is strange,” admitted Jag. “But it is the small things that prove someone’s undoing. Larger, more significant matters must be endured because there is no other choice. They can neither be changed nor avoided, so adjustments must be made. But it is not so with trivial matters.” “I suppose that’s true,” conceded Jaina. “I see it a lot with this war. The Vong are driving people away from theirs homes and their way of life, and having no other option, they adapted. But it’s the petty and meaningless things that upset them, even in the midst of a terrible war.” “Yes,” he agreed. “And the stronger the ability to tolerate large concerns, the greater the inability to tolerate trivial ones. Lowbacca is an excellent example of this.” They lapsed into silence again, one that was both comfortable and reassuring. Finishing her breakfast, she took a moment to appreciate the handsome pilot in front of her. “So you really have nothing to do except sit around and bother me?” “You could make me leave. Shawnkyr has always proven that it is possible.” Jag leaned back in his chair, his eyes glittering in such a way that let her know what she would be missing if she did follow Shawnkyr’s course of action. “I suppose I can find some use for you,” she finally said. Jaina pushed over several of her datapads. “You can start with those.” He frowned as he looked through his pile. “Ktah,” he swore softly. “Requisition reports?” “Not so generous with your help now, are you?” Jag once again gave her that look. “It depends.” Jaina met his eyes evenly. “On what?” “On whether you plan to debrief me at some point today.” As her brown eyes widened at his suggestion, he smiled with feigned innocence. “That is standard operating procedure for a goddess, correct?” Her smiled changed to one of anticipation. His proper Chiss manners often mislead others, but his wicked tongue was as Corellian as they came. “Of course. If you can meet my expectations.” “I am Chiss. I always exceed expectations,” he said in smug satisfaction. Jaina laughed. She had started this morning with a glum mood, but now she actually wanted to finishing her work. She had a debriefing to look forward to. After all, she always rewarded a job well done. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End I almost made his eyes blue. Almost. Edits: Some changes -----signature----- "The Sun Crusher was originally conceived as a humane alternative to Kyle Katarn." http://www.thedarknest.com Dark!Horny!Jacen 1 6177 86515
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Chimpo_the_Sith Title: FanForce CR FF Poland Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 11/16/05 6:14am Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	Nice Inara There should be a rule that no other then green eyes are allowed for Jag -----signature----- You can read this? Good you don't need glasses
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Trepidation Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 11/16/05 9:59am Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	Inara posted: (snip)...But it is the small things that prove someone’s undoing. Larger, more significant matters must be endured because there is no other choice. They can neither be changed nor avoided, so adjustments must be made. But it is not so with trivial matters.” (snip) My favorite line in your piece...which I very much enjoyed in full. Those wacky Chiss and their 'dancing eyebrow review.' Very well done. Standard pick-up line: "Nice hair." Jag Fel pick-up line: crunch crunch crunch Cheers Trep -----signature----- "I've met people who figure me for a spoiled Jedi brat." --Jaina Solo "Nooooooooooo !!!!!" snort---Trepidation
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Inara Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 11/16/05 5:26pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	Thanks, Trep. This was really just an excuse to write something positive about J/J since everywhere else, I tend to be more negative. -----signature----- "The Sun Crusher was originally conceived as a humane alternative to Kyle Katarn." http://www.thedarknest.com Dark!Horny!Jacen 1 6177 86515
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goddess45 Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 11/16/05 7:02pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	great job Trepidation and Inara -----signature----- Twin Suns 24 Crazy Duck of TKL's Wraiths Fan Art- http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/22639294/p1/?0
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FelsGoddess Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 11/16/05 8:47pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	Trepidation Very nice entry. Inara “I am Chiss. I always exceed expectations,” Very nice entry. -----signature----- Knighted by Tahi
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JediTristan Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 11/16/05 9:24pm Subject: RE: Jaina/Jag Index November Challenge
	wow, Inara as we've never seen her before...MUSHY! hahahahaha. Awesome, can't wait for that debriefing either....sigh -----signature----- The Empire, she is beautiful, no? I wonder that Skywalkers always come back to despotism. It seems the only way for them to stay in control, to make sure the galaxy is run right. Everything I tell you is a lie.
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