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Jedi_jainafel Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 3:58am Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Out of breath I finally found this!!!!!For some reason i've been getting through less than i usually would after school.Strange, no? nina -----signature----- Padawan to vader_incarnate! Why yes, i am a "heathen". And damned proud of it. Will someone please overthrow the Republicans? Anakin and Tahiri forever!
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TKeira_Lea Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 4:32am Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	TSL: were you bored? -----signature----- http://www.lominalecantina.com Dark Journey, the EU's version of a head fake current fanfic ~ Return to Bolis Island http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/29571370/p1/?19
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Twin_Suns_Leader Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 6:56am Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	I'm going to finish, too. I can't help it my 'net connection crapped out on me before I could. [face_pout] ******* Scene #5 – Tycho’s Run Moments after engaging the wing of skips, something in Jag’s gut warned him that he was missing something, and it was not simply the comfort of clawcraft. He questioned himself. What did the Vong have to gain by engaging them in this manner? The answer hit him like a cold Csillia wind, sending chills down his spine. “Three to all Twin Suns. Abandon positions. Return to the Great Hall.” As Jag finished his urgent call, his astromech squeaked a warning. He side-slipped, then spiraled as flashes of plasma blazed past. He decided the extra pair of eyes provided by the droids was a definite advantage in the X-wing. His uncle’s voice sounded in the headset as Jag spiraled to present a difficult target. “Break to port, Three.” Jag never hesitated; turning so hard he thought he would blackout. He revised his previous thought; he preferred the clawcraft ten to one purely on maneuverability. The astromech tweeted excitedly as the threat disappeared from the tactical display. A new threat materialized just as quickly. Heading for the Great Hall was one lone skip with several Twin Suns snubfighters closing quickly from the opposite direction, but not quickly enough. Jag was farther away because of his brush with the skip moments before. Wes was calculating distance and speed over the squadron frequency. A quick recheck of the tactical display showed one snubfighter stretching out a slight lead, Twin Suns Six – Tycho Celchu. Tycho ordered his astromech to divert all power to the engines, denying shields and most other vital systems. The droid vehemently protested so he simply voiced an override code. He would have one shot at getting there or every member of the delegation would be lost to this suicide run. Tycho also understood the kamikaze pilot would not have to maneuver, simply fly straight to reach his objective, allowing his dovin basals to concentrate on the incoming fire. There seemed to be only one option for stopping the coralskip from crashing into the Great Hall. Tycho keyed his comm. “Five, give Winter my love.” Wedge’s reply was strained. “Six, it will be my honor.” The skip was in range bearing down on the Great Hall. It was not even firing. The skip planned on simply hitting the structure. At the speed the two fighters were approaching, Tycho could put his fighter between the coralskipper and its objective. Hopefully the sacrifice would keep the occupants alive. Tycho laid down a trail of stutter fire, which was easily absorbed by the dovin basals. He kept firing as quickly as his lasers would recycle; every laser flash disappeared into a miniature black hole. Tycho did not have time to regret his lack of experience against this enemy, experience that might have given him an edge. He did not have time to regret not kissing his wife one last time. He did not even have time to wish he had told everyone how much he or she meant to him, although this simple act would ensure each one of them knew. Tycho was a heartbeat away from not being able to regret anything at all. “Five, give Winter my love.” Wedge heard the voice of his friend and comrade-in-arms. The evidence on the tactical display told him what the Alderaanian figured he had to do. It was a noble sacrifice – one life for all the members of the delegation. An act few could ever conceive, but then again Tycho Celchu was a hero in every sense of the word. “Six, it would be my honor.” In pursuit from behind with the rest of the Twin Suns, Wedge watched the ineffective laser fire against the suicidal skip. He willed the hot energy bolts to make a hit, but none came. Tycho’s snubfighter blasted over the Great Hall. In a blink if an eye, it would all be over. Wedge refused to blink. He forced himself to watch. Wedge’s body braced for the agony of watching his best friend’s death. Just as the inevitable should have happened, the skip disappeared in a blaze of disintegrating coral. Tycho’s fighter dispelled the inferno into a vortex of its passing air stream. The huge disc of an all too familiar freighter rolled away from the amazing sight as shouts of glee erupted over the squadron frequency. “Woohoo! You’re clear Six!” An unusually emotional tone threaded through Tycho’s response. “I owe you one.” Han Solo’s wise cracking delight filled the cockpits of every Twin Suns fighter. “Couldn’t let you and Wedge be the only old-timers to have some of the glory!” -----signature----- They can't catch that E.W.O.K.!! -snicker- Jedi Master to MaraJade2006 WraithLeader for TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths! "Amazing how Fel and Antilles never fits in there when your daughter is misbehaving." Jaina to Jag in TKL's Legacy
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TKeira_Lea Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 6:58am Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	TSL: I assume this is the Wraith Mission I read about over on J&J's thread? -----signature----- http://www.lominalecantina.com Dark Journey, the EU's version of a head fake current fanfic ~ Return to Bolis Island http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/29571370/p1/?19
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Twin_Suns_Leader Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 6:58am Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Here's another....everybody better get their two cents worth in! **** Scene #6 – The Uncle (Dreams of the Future) The voice belonged to one of his aides. “Sir, there is a representative of the Chiss delegation waiting out here to meet you. Would you have time to see him?” “I don’t have any other appointments scheduled for today, but I need to get ready for the reception on the Tafanda Bay. Ask him to come back tomorrow.” Wedge shrugged at Tycho. “Right now I don’t need some more Imperial posturing.” After several moments, the aid replied. “Sir, he is quite insistent about seeing you today. He says you have a mutual acquaintance – a Miss Starflare.” Wedge sat motionless, his mouth agape with disbelief. Seconds ticked past. Tycho was just as dumbstruck as his friend. Wynissa Starflare was the pseudonym Wedge’s sister had used during her acting career. She had married Soontir Fel, an ace Imperial pilot and Wedge’s mortal enemy, and fled with him, never to be heard from again. There had been a rumor that the Chiss commander had implied something about being on loan from General Soontir Fel, but Wedge had originally dismissed the rumor as nothing more than Imperial pilots playing mind games with the Rogues after questioning some of the Remnant officers. After twenty years, Wedge was beyond trying to get his hopes up again. “Sir, shall I send him away?” “No, send him in.” Wedge ran his hand across his face as possibilities raced through his mind. Maybe Syal and Soontir had made it as far as Chiss space safely, but the Chiss had always been considered intolerant of humans. Perhaps this Chiss commander had brought a message from his sister. The scenarios were endless. Suddenly the door was sliding open, and Wedge rose, preparing himself for the unsettling sight of a tall, blue-skinned humanoid with fiery eyes. To his surprise, a human male marched into the office and snapped to attention before offering an impressive bow. The young man, probably not more than twenty, returned to an upright stance, perfectly still, awaiting a response from the superior officer. Wedge studied the features of the man. The young officer bore the rank of colonel on his black uniform marked with red Corellian blood stripes. He was taller than Wedge with a wiry build. His ebony hair was cut short and interrupted by a shock of white hair, following a scar from his right eye. The eyes were what startled Wedge the most, green and piercing, like a reminder of the past. He knew those eyes. Tycho noted the man’s unflappable patience as Wedge sized up his guest. There was not even a trace of movement from the junior officer. The control was remarkable. Wedge finally came to his senses after Tycho cleared his throat. “Oh, at ease, Colonel.” The young officer split his legs and pulled his hands behind his back. His stance was no less rigid. The formality of his ways and strict imperious nature, combined with his looks, forced Tycho to mutter under his breath as a realization struck him. “Son of a Sith.” Wedge had come to the same conclusion, but had, much to his credit, decided to play this one out. He retreated behind his sabacc face before taking a seat. Wedge motioned for the young colonel to do the same. “Please, have a seat.” The guest did as he was instructed. “So, we have a mutual acquaintance, I understand.” Finally the man spoke, in the efficient manner of so many Imperial officers. “Yes sir, my mother.” Nothing like cutting to the chase, Wedge thought. He added, “Your mother would be Miss Starflare?” “Yes and no. Some people may have known her as that, but I believe you knew her better as Syal Antilles, your sister.” Wedge remained behind his game face. “Oh, I see, and that would make your father, General Baron Soontir Fel.” The young man puffed his chest with pride. “It would, sir.” Wedge looked at Tycho and finally smiled. “So, I guess there was some truth to the Rogue’s whisperings. And please forgo the sir – Uncle or Wedge or both will suffice” Tycho grinned back. “Figures old Soontir would send his son to rescue the Rogues. He’s probably having a good laugh at our expense.” “My father never laughs over such matters.” Wedge and Tycho both laughed. “That would be about right.” Suddenly Wedge was out of his chair, rounding his desk. He stopped before his newfound nephew and held his arms open. Except from Jag’s mother, displays of affection were rare in the Fel household. Jag rose and awkwardly returned the gesture. Wedge pulled him into a firm embrace, patting his back. Wedge finally let go and held his nephew at arm’s length. “So does my new nephew have a name?” “Jagged, or you can call me Jag.” “Jagged, how fitting. I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am to meet you. This is Tycho Celchu. Tycho, my nephew Jag.” Tycho tipped his head as Jag looked his way. “Good to meet you, son. Glad to here your father made it; he had old Wedge worried for years.” Jag faced his uncle. “You doubt that my father would keep your sister safe from harm?” Wedge took the seat beside Jag and motioned for him to do the same. “Well, when you don’t hear anything for over two decades you start to wonder.” -----signature----- They can't catch that E.W.O.K.!! -snicker- Jedi Master to MaraJade2006 WraithLeader for TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths! "Amazing how Fel and Antilles never fits in there when your daughter is misbehaving." Jaina to Jag in TKL's Legacy
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Twin_Suns_Leader Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 7:00am Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Yet another award-nominated scene from the much esteemed Echoes of the Past... As usual Jag arrived early to the briefing room. The large room had a series of semi-circular rows, each a little higher than the next, all facing down at a large holodisplay unit used for presenting tactical data. Other than the techs working on the terminal linked to the holodisplay, the room was empty. Jag suspected, by the choice of briefing room, a major action about to take place. He climbed up to one of the upper rows and then traversed the row to a seat far enough down to provide an unobstructed view of the door. Now seated, he pulled out a datapad and reviewed his action list. It suddenly looked like the day was going to become very busy, in his estimation. Jag looked up as his peripheral vision caught sight of a person entering the room. An older brown-haired pilot dressed in a yellow and black flight suit strutted into the room sporting an impish grin. Jag returned his attention to the action list, adding new items and deleting those he deemed unimportant or complete. A serious voice interrupted Jag’s train of thought. “Is this seat taken?” Jag brought his eyes up to greet the yellow and black clad squadron commander. Jag’s face did not reflect the amusement obvious in the older man’s handsome features. “It appears not.” The older man flopped down on the seat next to Jag and stuck his hand out. “Colonel Fel, right?” Jag tipped his head in acknowledgement before taking the man’s hand. “Wes Janson, Yellow Aces.” “You flew with my uncle. He’s mentioned you.” “Only good things, I hope.” Jag kept his face expressionless. “I think you came up in the same sentence as headaches and heartburn.” Wes laughed, and his face lit up like that of a much younger man. “So, the infamous Jag Fel does have a sense of humor.” Jag broke a hint of a smile. “It’s a well-guarded secret. Let’s keep it between you and me.” Other participants began trickling into the room; most were squadron commanders, a few were Jedi, others were a mix of higher-ups in Starfighter and Fleet Command. Wes commented. “Looks like something big.” “I would be inclined to agree.” Jag’s eyes followed Han and Leia Solo into the room. The couple took seats in the front by the door. Luke Skywalker, his uncle Wedge, and Tycho Celchu came in next. Wedge took a moment to speak to Han and Leia. Wes leaned over and whispered to Jag. “It’s starting to look like they found another Death Star.” Jag started to respond, but was interrupted by the low whistle Wes emitted as he eyed the door. Jag fought the smile forming on his lips at the sight of Jaina parading into the room in true Goddess fashion, flanked by Kyp and Mara like some honorary guard. “If only I was twenty years younger. Han better lock her away; that girl is quite a looker. Gets the old ticker going, if you know what I mean?” Jaina’s gaze stopped at Jag for less than a second, before she turned to greet her parents. Jag turned to face Wes, his face a blank slate. “I believe Lieutenant Colonel Solo should be admired for her fine piloting skills and achievements as a Jedi Knight rather than her looks.” Jag replied, as he marveled at the depth of emotion shared by Jaina and her parents. He watched as both parents showered all their love on her, without hesitation or concern for appearances. Jag envied the exchange and secretly wished for the day he, too, could do the same. The current situation of secrecy was not entirely a struggle for Jag because his nature was not to be openly affectionate in front of others. He mentally noted that he would not let those leanings affect him when he was finally able to share their relationship with others. Everyone would come to know how much Jaina meant to him. Wes’s grin grew even more wicked. “Fel, you must have some of that blue Chiss blood coursing through your veins if you can’t appreciate a beauty like that. There are plenty of exceptional pilots in Starfighter Command but not enough pretty exceptional pilots. As a matter of fact, I think I should talk to your uncle about making it a priority. Think of what it would do for recruiting if all squadron commanders looked like her.” Jag leaned back in his chair. “I suppose it might aid the cause since most pilots in the Galactic Alliance possess little more brain power than a monkey lizard. They are not capable of reacting beyond their basic animal instincts. On the other hand, the Yuuzhan don’t respect beauty at all; they despise it. So in that regard, beauty is not necessarily an asset.” Wes chuckled. “I get it, the whole Trickster Goddess act is like a huge practical joke on the Vong. Flaunt the prettiest pilot we can find in front of the scarheads and tell them she is their goddess. Jaina Solo is my type of girl.” Wes snapped his fingers. “Too bad she didn’t except my proposal back on Borleais. Of course, back then I didn’t realize who I was flirting with over the comm. I sure made a nerherder’s behind out of myself the day we shipped in. Wedge and Tycho had a good laugh at my expense.” The older pilot watched the sudden interest dawning on Jag’s face as he recalled the incident. “That’s right. I was in Twin Suns then. I remember she shot you down.” Wes laughed. “More like full torpedoes. Actually it probably was an act of mercy. I pity the man who has to wrestle that tusk cat into marriage. It seems to bode of ample opportunities for bodily harm. I hear she sleeps with her lightsaber. No thank you. I'd like to keep my precious commodities, if you know what I mean.” Wes was surprised when Jag Fel actually laughed out loud, not just a quick laugh even, but rather clutching his sides funny. Then, Wes silently congratulated himself on being the funniest man alive to have accomplished such a feat. -----signature----- They can't catch that E.W.O.K.!! -snicker- Jedi Master to MaraJade2006 WraithLeader for TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths! "Amazing how Fel and Antilles never fits in there when your daughter is misbehaving." Jaina to Jag in TKL's Legacy
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Kitsune Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 7/13/03 7:03am Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	pops onto thread in Ewok suit grins devilishly ****** Scene #2 – Outflying Jaina Jaina eyed the drink in Jag’s hand and grasped it with her two hands on either side of his. She gently teased his fingers as she pulled the drink out of his grip. Jaina put the glass to her mouth and tipped back her head, allowing the cool amber liquid to slide down her throat. In four deep swallows, the contents of the glass were gone. Jaina plopped the empty mug on the counter and grinned at Jag. The shine of the ale reflected off her wet lips. “Why thank you for the drink Jagged. Come on Tahiri, let’s dance.” Before Jag could respond, Jaina grabbed Tahiri, who was finishing her own refreshment hurriedly, and disappeared into the gathering. Jag turned to Kyp, whose shoulders bounced in a silent chuckle. “She means to torture my Corellian soul, doesn’t she?” “Don’t look at me. I had to fly that crazy diversion with her today. She simply means to be the death of me.” Kyp signaled the bartender for another drink for his partner. Once they were both armed with a drink, the two men searched out a less crowded area of the room. They chose a small remote table with a good view of the entire room. Kyp leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the table. The events of the day were catching up to him, and he grew weary. Jaina, unfortunately, did not show any signs of slowing down, and he was stuck here until she did. Jag was the first to speak, his mood suddenly serious. “Kyp, thank you for today.” “For the fifteen minutes alone, sure no problem.” “No, for flying her wing. For doing what you are doing right now.” Kyp was unaccustomed to people thanking him, most of his life had been spent accepting people’s wrath not kind words. “Oh sure, no problem. All in a day’s work.” Jag noted the man’s discomfort. “Thanks for the fifteen minutes, too.” Kyp noticed the mischievous grin on Jag’s face. The Jedi grinned back. “You’re welcome.” There was a silent moment. “Kyp, do you remember on Hapes, you said the only man Jaina would be with would have to out fly her.” Kyp curiously tipped his head. “Why did you say that?” Kyp thought for a moment before responding. “Jaina has so many strengths being a Jedi that I suppose it would require a man that could better her somewhere to accept her for who she is. Otherwise she would always feel like she was limiting herself for the sake of her partner. With you, there are so many things you do as well as, if not better than her, that you present a challenge not a hindrance in her life. It doesn’t hurt that you happen to be an arrogant full blooded Corellian either.” Jag laughed at the last comment, as he contemplated the rest. “I guess it’s lucky for me I am as good as I am.” “Say nothing for modest either.” Kyp’s eyes sparkled with amusement. The funny thing about getting to know Jagged Fel was that none of his demeanor was hubris without the skill or intelligence to back it up. Jag truly was exceptional at everything he did. The glint in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and Kyp sat up in his chair, pulling his feet down from their perch. Jag followed Kyp’s stare. He could see Jaina leaving the dance floor following another Jedi Knight. “Dammit Zekk. Why couldn’t he just do as I asked?” Jag sat up in his chair as well. “Is there a problem?” “Zekk has been pining for Jaina for as long as I remember. Now he’s back, and I think he has decided to act on his feelings. I tried to warn him off. Obviously, he didn’t listen to my advice.” Both men watched the two Jedi leave out the door to the balcony overlooking the Mon Calamari ocean. Kyp started to rise, but was stopped by Jag’s hand on his shoulder. “Let them sort this out. Obviously a warning from the Jedi Master didn’t sway him. He will just have to hear the truth from the source.” Kyp settled back in his chair. “You just want to let this happen.” “Zekk won’t be the first or the last to try to start something with Jaina, especially since everyone thinks she’s unattached. I trust her. Zekk lost his chance years ago. It was never more than a childhood crush for either of them. He just has not grown past it like Jaina has. Besides he can’t out fly her, can he?” “No, I suppose not,” Kyp replied with a knowing grin. -----signature----- E.W.O.K. of TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths. Yes, I am a sock.
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Kitsune Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 7/13/03 7:08am Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	E.W.O.K. looks around, sees nothing, and starts beating up on wet-Danni-noodle doll Ewok-type cackle E.W.O.K. looks around again, and decides its time to help out WraithLead with the posts. We Wraiths want only the best to go up for nominations.... ****** Forgiven Jag blinked his eyes slowly, rousing from his slumber. It took a few seconds for him to recognize his odd sleeping position, propped awkwardly in a chair beside the bed in Jaina’s room. A noise from the refresher caught his attention. Jag checked the bed, illuminated solely by the light filtering out of the open refresher door and found only the shadowy depression in the sheets. He pushed out of the chair, glancing at the backlit face of the wall chrono – 0200. Arriving at the refresher door, he spied Jaina hunched over the toilet. Jag stepped into the small space, then knelt down behind her. Her hands clutched the toilet in a white knuckled grip. He reached over and gently pulled her hair out of the way. He sat silently as her body expelled the remains of her dinner. The heaving of her sides subsided, and Jag simply placed a comforting palm on Jaina’s back. Jaina had felt the gentle hands brush her hair back as her stomach finally decided to finish the job it had been threatening for the past several minutes. When all that remained were a few dry heaves, a comforting palm splayed across the back of her tank. Jaina, confident the worst was over, spit the last bit of foul taste out of her mouth in disgust. She braced her arms, but before she could push up, two strong arms helped her stand. Jaina shuffled to the sink; the arms were never far away, always offering a comforting, supportive touch. She picked up her toothbrush, and one hand stayed on her waist, the other offered an application of toothpaste. She brushed her teeth and found a cup of water held out for her as she straightened up from spitting out the bubbles. Taking the cup, Jaina looked into the mirror to find the reflection of her husband. Instead of the terrible fury that had burned in his eyes earlier, there was an overwhelming sorrow, coupled with uninhibited love. Jaina tried to smile at his reflection, but her overtaxed body and angry stomach made the effort nearly impossible. She raised the cup to her lips and drank. Then she broke the eye contact to spit out the water. A hand took the cup to set it away and before Jaina could think of what to do next, Jag scooped her in his arms, maneuvering out of the refresher and back to the dimness of the bedroom. Nestled in his strong arms, her head and hand rested against the taut skin of his bare chest. She could feel the heartbeat beneath his muscles. The sound spoke of his love. This was the moment she had waited for over the last few weeks. She had held onto the knowledge Jag would come back, and all would be right in his arms. All Jaina needed was his love and comfort to go on. Jag was offering it to her now freely and willingly in their bond, accompanied by a request for forgiveness. Jag sat down on the edge of the bed, maneuvering around so he could deposit Jaina back in the position she had slept in, her back to him as she curled on her side. Jaina felt the bed rise as Jag started to stand. She caught his hand still on her shoulder and pulled, guiding him back to the bed until he was lying beside her. Jag cupped her body with his. He brought his hand around and started to splay his hand across her stomach as he always did to pull her closer. Jag hesitated and started to pull his hand away. Jaina wrapped her fingers around his hand. She gently returned it to the skin of her abdomen, resting her hand over his. She felt the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck. The rhythm was steady and sure, like Jag was for her. A gentle kiss caressed the back of her neck just as Jaina’s eyes drifted close. Her family was whole. -----signature----- E.W.O.K. of TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths. Yes, I am a sock.
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Twin_Suns_Leader Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 7:12am Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	I assume this is the Wraith Mission I read about over on J&J's thread? You could say that... It would have been better if I could finish it last night, though, instead of having my 'net connection poo on me. sigh Last one- *** Jaina flashed a wicked glare at her suitor. “Why Jag Fel, did you think one bauble would merit my unbridled passion? Jaina took her hand from where he stopped it at the button just below her collarbone and reached inside her shirt. She pulled out the charm in the shape of a clawcraft for him to see. Jag’s face flooded with joy as he saw it there in her hand. Jaina looked from the charm to Jag. “It will never leave me so you will always be close to my heart.” Jag was so happy he could not think of words to express his emotion. Instead, he bent over to kiss her. Jaina opened her mouth, inviting him in. Jag savored the taste of her like a refreshing drink. He left her lips for a moment and stepped back. Behind him was the seat to the datastation. Jag sat down, dragging Jaina with him. He scooped her up by the waist and eased her slight form onto his lap, her legs straddling his. Jag kissed her neck as his arms went under hers and encircled her back, pulling her closer still. Jaina’s hands brushed his shoulders before landing in his hair. The sensation of her fingertips caressing his scalp radiated like ice water down his spine. One hand freed another button and then brushed aside the shirt, exposing her shoulder. His hand stroked the smoothness of her skin. Jag’s lips dropped lower to brush her collarbone, captivated by the sweet taste beneath his lips. The fresh scent of her skin filled his mind, drowning his thoughts. “Any further Colonel, and you’ll be a dead man.” Jag jolted out of his reverie by the fierce growl from behind him, standing in one swift motion. Jag lifted Jaina as he went; she landed gently on her feet as he supported her waist. Jag spun around and came face to face with Han Solo. Few things intimidated Jag, but the sight before him surely was one of them. Jag did not need Jedi senses to feel the fury emanating from the man. Han’s eyes bore into the man who had been romantically entangled with his daughter a few moments ago. Jag had sense enough to not look away. “Fel, when I talked about having children, I wasn’t suggesting that you have them with my daughter.” Jaina, who had been frantically fastening her shirt buttons behind Jag, emerged from behind her shield, stepping between the two men. “Dad, stop it. It wasn’t that bad.” Han’s eyes darted from Jag to Jaina. She actually fell back from his glare, leaning into Jag. Jag naturally put his hand to her waist to support her. The touch further incensed the older Corellian. “In the Falcon, Jaina Solo. With a Fel no less.” Han grabbed Jaina by the wrist, jerking her away from Jag. “I want an explanation right now. What is going on with…” Han stopped in mid-sentence as his eye caught the flash of a ruby red gem encased in a small pendant in the shape of a clawcraft dangling over her shirt. He cradled it in his free hand. “You’ve got to be kidding. Don’t tell me you are serious with this flyboy, young lady.” He squeezed her wrist even harder. Jaina winced. “Yes.” She swallowed. “Very.” Han spun away from them both, throwing his hands in the air. “Great, my daughter has the hots for a Corellian pilot. I guess it’s fitting, isn’t it? Paybacks from some horrible misdeed I performed in my youth.” Han spun back to the couple and flew in Jag’s face, pointing a finger into his chest. “I don’t like this one bit Fel. Not my daughter and a pilot, I don’t like this, not one bit. You don’t deserve her.” Jag stood his ground. “You are absolutely correct sir. I don’t deserve her.” The admission caught Han off guard; he lowered his threatening hand to his side. In a slightly milder tone he said, “What are your intentions Colonel?” “I love Jaina. I have only her best interest at heart.” Han’s eyes squinted as he blew back up, his fist clenching. “It didn’t look like her best interest you were sucking on a minute ago.” Jaina could feel her father teetering on the blade’s edge of control. “Dad!” Han shot Jaina the ‘Solo kid you are in big trouble’ look. “What?” Jaina positioned a hand on her father’s chest and started to push him back to place herself between the two men. It was at that moment, the pain hit her, flaring behind her eyes. Jaina grabbed at her temples as she doubled over. “Not now,” she begged. It took both men a second to realize something was wrong. Jag reached for Jaina as her father came to her other side. Together, both men guided her to the seat. ***** On that one I'm not sure. The "Romance" file is missing. -----signature----- They can't catch that E.W.O.K.!! -snicker- Jedi Master to MaraJade2006 WraithLeader for TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths! "Amazing how Fel and Antilles never fits in there when your daughter is misbehaving." Jaina to Jag in TKL's Legacy
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jedishellyskywalker Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 8:42am Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement! - Date Edited: 7/13/03 8:49am (1 edits total) Edited By: jedishellyskywalker
	I voted for that last bit as one of my top4! I hope no one minds me plugging myself, but I finally updated my fanfic! Please stop by and take a look! Voices Thanks! Shelly EDIT: I'm so sorry! I took your 100! -----signature----- My fanfics are but a click away! http://boards.theforce.net/user.asp?usr=717534 I Valin, do you? see bio for link Note to Ann: I am NOT a possum, however small I may be!
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jagsredlady Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 11:35am Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	It would have been better if I could finish it last night, though, instead of having my 'net connection poo on me. I figured that cause I couldn't get on to tf.n shortly after I PMed you. Oh well. Good morning everyone. I voted. Congrats on 100 TKL -----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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KataiJade Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 12:35pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Good Morning to all! 100?!?! Already?!? WHOO HOOO Way to go TKL!! Anyways, talk to you all later! ~KJ~ -----signature----- Racing:Not just a sport, but a way of living. My car of choice-69 Charger. Road constructions signs suck! Don't drive faster than your gaurdian angel can fly.
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Twin_Suns_Leader Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 2:12pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement! - Date Edited: 7/13/03 2:22pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Twin_Suns_Leader
	Hey all! 100 already? My, my, how on Earth did this possibly happen? [face_innocent] -----signature----- They can't catch that E.W.O.K.!! -snicker- Jedi Master to MaraJade2006 WraithLeader for TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths! "Amazing how Fel and Antilles never fits in there when your daughter is misbehaving." Jaina to Jag in TKL's Legacy
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Shinar Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 7/13/03 3:05pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	tears into thread in a pirate's outfit Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum folks!! 100 already!!! I bet you anything this thread is going to top 7000 before it's all over We are going to set a new record Wraiths! strikes a flare, lights a whole handful of sparklers and tosses them into the air -----signature----- "Let's eat Grandpa!" "Let's eat, Grandpa!" Punctuation saves lives.
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Jaina_and_Jag Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 7/13/03 3:15pm Subject: RE: LEGACY (The Force Evolution Series, Post DW AU, J/J, Novel) - Important Announcement!
	Congrats on 100 TKL!!! You've only posted once and you hit 100. shakes her head That's amzing. lol. The true story hasn't even started yet. I can tell this is going to top 5000 way before it's over. maybe we can get to 10000!!! That would be cool but I won't keep my hopes up since we just got started. lol.
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