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voxynking Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 3/13/07 1:35pm Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 2/27!
	great update. Can't believe you killed him. Can you add me to the PM list please
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Arissa Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 3/26/07 12:26pm Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 2/27!
	Great story! The beginnings of a smile were on Jag’s face. “Captain Solo, had Darth Vader survived the Battle of Endor, would you have ever let him forget the fact that he froze you in carbonite?” Han was stunned silent by the question. Jag took that as an affirmative. “I didn’t think so.” “Great,” Han said, turning to Leia. “The kid goes Imperial, then he gets a sense of humor.” Well, and we all know that didn´t keep Han from marrying Vader´s daughter You´re a fanfic!Allston Can´t wait for more. ~Arissa
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The_Burberry_Ewok Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 3/27/07 11:27pm Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 2/27! - Date Edited: 3/27/07 11:46pm (1 edits total) Edited By: The_Burberry_Ewok
	PrincessCambria: Thanks! MaraJade4S: Thanks! OMG! You killed Pellaeon Funny...that seems to be everyone's reaction CallistaSkywalker85: Thanks! Maybe it's a trick. Maybe Jaina can reach through the force and stop it. Nope. Sorry. Jaina_Solo_59: Thanks! Holy... Wow... need I say more? Actually, that pretty well sums up how I felt writing it. A part of me still can't believe that I went there. Alinalexxa: Thanks! It's hard to hear someone so young respond like that, even if it was just an absent reply. Maybe even BECAUSE it's a casual reply. Well, for Jag, death has been a reality for most of his life. Even that doesn't make it any easier though. Okay, Jaina, better get used to it. It's a very talk-active family. They hardly ever stop, letting people in on their feelings, sharing their backgrounds or even their thoughts. It's genetic. Oh so true! Just not sure if it's male genes in general or the Fel ones Yes. Jag in action! I wouldn't want to be the bad guy once things start moving... Neither would I. And after the next post, I don't think anyone else would either (at least I hope so) Lola64: Thanks! I'm totally in love with your OC. Yeah I know. I have issues. It's okay. I love him too and it's even worse in my case- for you, he is a fictional character. For me, he's a figment of my imagination. People go to the funny farm for stuff like that. But it's okay. We can start a support group or something. You are very mean I know. Jasa: Thanks! Palleaon's dead?? sniffle Sadly...yes. Voxynking: Thanks! Arissa: Thanks! Well, and we all know that didn´t keep Han from marrying Vader´s daughter You know, it's really too bad that we never got to see those two interact (Han and Vader/Anakin). I get the feeling that it would have been pretty amusing. You´re a fanfic!Allston Wow...just...wow. I think that's the highest compliment anyone could give me. -------- And the next post goes up! BBE -----signature----- Foreign Shores Unknown http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/25652011/p1/?21 As Time Goes By: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/25712846/p1/?0 If It All Fell To Pieces http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27010990/
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The_Burberry_Ewok Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 3/27/07 11:33pm Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 2/27!
	Chapter 11 Jag’s reaction was instant and violent. Before Jeandro could even turn to face the cam fully, Jag reached forward and swept the cam to the ground. He turned to Davert. “We go now.” For once, Davert didn’t offer up any sarcastic remark, didn’t question Jag’s order, didn’t show any expression at all. He simply nodded and motioned to the armored trooper behind him. “Orders of engagement?” “Cut down any who get in our way. Take Jeandro alive if possible. Keep it within acceptable civilian casualties. I‘m One, you‘re Two.” The short, forceful statements told Davert more about Jag’s state of mind than anything else. The young admiral was furious. I’m not getting in his way and I almost pity anyone who does, Davert thought. Jaina stared at the broken pieces of machinery on the ground, barely registering the conversation occurring behind her. She was no stranger to war, to death, but for some reason the death of the old admiral shook her. Watching it, unable to do anything about it- well, it gave her a hopeless feeling she didn’t like and hoped never to feel again. She shook her head and tuned in to the conversation between Jag and Davert. “You’re going in?” She asked Jag. He stepped closer, invading her space. His eyes were colder than she had ever seen them, and his presence seemed to tower over her. “Do not question me right now, Jaina.” “I’m not,” she answered softly. Using the Force to steel her nerves, she continued in a low, hard voice. “I want to go with you.” He stared at her, but only for a moment. Then he nodded and strode off to the staging area, walking past Han and Leia without a word. ---------- BOOM! The metal hatch at the end of the short hallway buckled inward, spewing white smoke from the gaps at the side. Less than half a second later, it was pushed down completely. The clang resounded through the empty halls of the spaceport. Silently, white-armored troopers filtered through the gap one by one. The first took up position at the end of the hallway. He took his datapad out of his belt and connected a thin, sturdy cord and holocam to it. The trooper snaked the cord around the corner. After a long moment of studying the picture on the screen, he turned back to his commander and motioned all clear. Jag stood from his crouch and lowered his weapon. He, Jaina, and Davert were the only ones in the hallway not dressed in the white armor of a storm trooper. Still, they were all three wearing light tactical armor that protected the wearer without reducing their range of motion. It had been Jag’s only concession to his own safety. Outside, Cem was in charge of the tactical support and was constantly feeding Jag any information he could discover on Jeandro’s position inside the spaceport. Quietly, Jag motioned to Jaina and Davert. “We’re splitting up. Cem tells me there are two doors to the room Jeandro is keeping the moffs in. You two take a squad and flank them. I’m going in the front.” Both Jaina and Davert moved to object. Jag cut them off, “Those are my orders. Understood?” His tone left no room for questioning. Davert replied first. “Yes, sir.” It took Jaina a moment longer. “Fine.” Ignoring their reluctance, Jag continued. “My group will blow the door and enter first. Then, your squad will engage, but your primary objective is to clear the moffs.” Unconsciously, his fingers drifted down to the blaster holstered low at his side. Jaina threw him a worried look. For the first time, it looked like she would have to keep him from doing something rash. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a worried look work its way onto Davert’s face. “Jag, are you sure…” Jaina never finished her question, as her Force-granted danger sense kicked in. She ducked and rolled as a red blaster bolt scorched the white wall behind her. Instantly, the hall was filled with criss-crossing bolts. The Imperial troopers fell back to the intersection of the halls. A few took cover behind the rough edges of the hole that they had blown in the wall. Down the hall, Jaina could just make out the forms of six or seven shooters. Stepping into the crossfire, her violet blade sprung to life. She carelessly batted away a few stray bolts as she made her way to the corner where Jag and Davert had taken cover. “Six or seven from what I see. One more further down the hall, with a whole bunch just a little beyond him. Probably a guard left behind,” she reported, without being asked. “How do you know that?” Davert asked, leaning around the wall to fire a few well-placed shots. Jaina felt one of the shooters fall. “Jedi talent?” Normally, she would have impaled him with her offended Jedi stare; instead, she merely batted away another shot headed their direction. “Something like that. Don’t knock it.” From across the hall, a trooper managed to hit another of the rogue Guardsmen in the shoulder. The impact spun him around and his weapon fell to the ground, clattering. Slowly, the crossfire became less furious and more targeted. The four or five remaining enemies were much more careful than their fallen compatriots, breaking cover only when they were sure of a clear shot. Two troopers fell in quick succession to their carefully aimed blasts. “Is Jeandro out there?” Jag asked Jaina. She hazarded a peek around the corner. A flurry of blasterfire greeted her. Quickly, she snapped her head back. “Yeah. The one closest to us, actually.” She turned and looked at Jag. “Shall we?” Jag motioned for her to lead the way. Simultaneously, they rose from their crouched positions and stepped out into the hall. Jaina moved in front of Jag, her lightsaber blazing. She intercepted shot after shot. Most bounced harmlessly against the walls, disappearing into blackened scorch marks. A few she returned to the men who fired them. Behind her, Jag was relentlessly targeting the GA Guards. Firing around the swinging blade of Jaina’s saber, he caught one in the knee, and turned to fire at another. The second had a smoking hole in his side before the first hit the ground. Behind them, the remaining troopers and Davert picked off the last few. Finally, only one stream of blasterfire came from down the hall. Jag walked forward fearlessly, ignoring the voice of his brother over the comms, asking just what he thought he was doing. All that was visible of Jeandro was a blaster and the hand holding it. Without breaking stride, Jag raised his pistol and fired, catching Jeandro in the arm, just above the wrist. With a howl, Jeandro abandoned his cover, falling into the corridor. He clutched his good hand over his injured arm. Jag finally stopped, standing over the wounded man. His blaster, aimed at Jeandro’s head, never wavered. “You have no idea what you have done.” His words were cold enough to make Hoth seem like a tropical vacation locale. Jeandro looked up. His face was marked with tear streaks. “I…I had to. She said that they…that they would all die…because of you,” he gasped out through the pain. “My family. I couldn’t let them…I had to stop you…and your Empire. Only way to…she said.” Jaina and Davert arrived in time to hear the last part of Jeandro’s confession. If the words had any meaning for Jag, it didn’t show on his face. Almost imperceptibly, the muscles in his cheek tightened. Then he pulled the trigger. It took Jaina a moment to realize that the shot was not the red bolt of blaster fire, but the blue rings of a weapon set on stun. Jeandro fell limp. “Davert, stay here and coordinate clean-up with Cem. Jaina, will you come with me…just in case?” For the first time since they had arrived at the spaceport, his voiced wavered. A nod was the only sign of agreement that Jaina could give. Together, along with three of the remaining troopers, they made their way to where the moffs were being held. Apparently, the guard left behind was smart enough to know when he was out-numbered. They found him kneeling with his hands behind his head. His own blaster was trained on him by Bastion Moff Ephin Sarreti. “Admiral.” Saretti gave a half-bow, while never taking his eyes off his prisoner. “Ephin. How many casualties?” Jag asked. Jaina moved over to the prisoner, standing to his side with her ignited lightsaber hanging loosely at her side. It seemed that Moff Sarreti thought that to be enough security, as he lowered the blaster and turned to face Jag. “Only the Admiral,” Sarreti reported heavily. “Other than that…” “Something to be grateful for, I suppose,” Jag replied. He walked further into the room. Several other moffs approached him, clamoring for his attention, but Jag ignored them all. His attention was fixed on one corner of the room. At least one of the moffs had the presence of mind to move Admiral Pelleaon’s body away from the holocam set up. Whoever it was had placed it in a discreet corner of the room, draping it in what looked to be a navy-colored cape. Jag approached the body of his mentor and knelt down beside it. Now, none of the moffs dared come near. Reverently, Jag took one of the old man’s still hands into his own. He closed his eyes. His family’s situation had denied him both sets of grandparents, for one reason or another. In Gilad Pelleaon, he had found a grandfather, a mentor, a commander, and a friend. After a long moment, Jag laid the old Admiral’s hand across his chest. Rising, he turned to face the room. He hadn’t noticed Jaina come to stand behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and this time, he didn’t even try to deny himself the comfort. Moff Sarreti had taken the initiative to herd the remaining moffs out of the room to the outside staging area. Standing in the empty room, Jag turned to Jaina. “Get your parents. We need to have a strategy session, with my family and Davert. Right now, they are the only ones I even remotely trust. I have a bad feeling, and- if I’m right about it- this changes everything.” ---------- Enjoy! BBE -----signature----- Foreign Shores Unknown http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/25652011/p1/?21 As Time Goes By: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/25712846/p1/?0 If It All Fell To Pieces http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27010990/
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ccp Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 3/28/07 4:30am Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 3/28!
	Very well done. I like how he looked to Jaina to go with him at the end. -----signature----- Padwan to Big Fatty If someone says, "Have a nice weekend," I never say, "You too." Because I never know if, perhaps, by the time the weekend rolls around, I will have other plans for that person. Come Friday, I may wish to have them slain. - George Carli
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jasa Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/28/07 4:54am Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 3/28!
	yay! Jag didn't reject Jaina! -----signature----- J/J, J/TK, H/L, and L/M Senior year at American University!!! Job searches are fun! --Ambassador Taps
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Flowerlady Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 3/28/07 5:09am Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 3/28!
	That was awesome.... Wonderful chapter. I liked the way Jag trusts the Solos despite everything else. More soon.... FL -----signature----- I used to dream of Kyp or Jag, now it's Edward Cullen...I blame Cyn and Saber.. Master to DanaeMariSkywalker, JediMasterArmada and PHGS_Weyr
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sdhfs Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 3/28/07 9:32am Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 3/28!
	great post. -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/16229314/?30 Up is obidala at it's best love chooses you you don 't choose it. Death is but death why are you afraid of it ?
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TelannaTani Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 3/28/07 12:35pm Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 3/28! - Date Edited: 4/4/07 11:58am (1 edits total) Edited By: TelannaTani
	Dang! I have missed this story. Don't have much time for a good reply, but this was definitely been one of my favorite posts thus far. And not only because Jag and Jaina are operating on a "team" level now. And the end with Jag and Palleaon choked me up! (Silly hormones and all that...) Really great update! Fabulous action scene laced with emotional turmoil. And a hint of reconnection between Jag & Jaina! Makes me wanna dance. That's the way - uh huh, uh huh - we LIKE it! - uh huh, uh huh! That's the way - uh huh, uh huh - we LIKE it! - uh huh, uh huh!! end happy dance Can't wait for more, BBE! Voz -----signature----- John 8:31-32 Callsign: "Voz" Padawan to BigFatty
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Lyne Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 3/28/07 2:48pm Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 3/28!
	So sad at the end with Jag talking about Palleaon. Love the scenes with Jag and Jaina. Can't wait to see the next chapter.
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TelannaTani Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 4/2/07 11:58am Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 3/28! - Date Edited: 4/4/07 12:30pm (2 edits total) Edited By: TelannaTani
	Edit: Did I actually post twice for the same update? How lame is that?! Reset messages and compiled them. -----signature----- John 8:31-32 Callsign: "Voz" Padawan to BigFatty
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Lola64 Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/4/07 11:25am Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 3/28!
	Wonderful update BBE. The end was so emotional for me. As Palleon is on the top 10 favorite character list his death was heartwrenching. And knowing how Jag thought of him not only as a mentor/friend but family, I just want to bust out and -----signature----- Kyp/Nurse Lola: the new ship I stalk people. It's a Lola thing. Senator & Dozen 11 of the KDFC
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MaraJade4S Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 4/4/07 1:07pm Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 3/28!
	Great! I love how Jag and Jaina worked together! I read the Legacy comics a few days ago and I can't help but wonder: will the two of them get married?
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The_Burberry_Ewok Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 4/26/07 11:46am Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) UPDATED 3/28!
	Hello! Long time, no see! Just a quick update: Sorry for the long delay. There's good news and bad news. Bad news: there have been a few unavoidable events going on in real life (i.e. a car wreck, finals, moving, etc.) that have really cut into my writing time. Hence the long wait for the next chapter. The good news: things have calmed down and I have a plan for the rest of the story. Starting next week, updates will be every Wednesday (usually one, sometimes two chapters at a time), until the end of the story. I have it all planned out and it somehow turned into an epic. So much for the short story I had originally planned! Again, sorry for the long delay...and I'll see you next week! BBE -----signature----- Foreign Shores Unknown http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/25652011/p1/?21 As Time Goes By: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/25712846/p1/?0 If It All Fell To Pieces http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27010990/
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The_Burberry_Ewok Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 5/4/07 12:40am Subject: RE: Foreign Shores Unknown (Post-TEMPEST, J/J, H/L, Jacen, etc.) AUTHOR'S NOTE 4/26! - Date Edited: 5/4/07 1:02am (1 edits total) Edited By: The_Burberry_Ewok
	My dear friends and lovely readers... After a month long hiatus... IT'S BACK! I've made it an extra-long chapter in vain hope that it will make up for the long wait. Also, replies for the last chapter will be posted with the ones for this chapter (makes it easier on me!), but I will get around to them. Starting next week, look for posts every Wednesday. In addition, I'm putting together a definitive PM list, so tell me if you want on it! And with no further ado, Chapter 12! ---------- Chapter 12 Not for the first time in his life, Jag was afraid to enter the conference room. It wasn’t the normal fear that came from a meeting with the moffs; that was a fear of being bored to death, the fear of doing himself harm out of sheer annoyance. It wasn’t the simmering anxiety that came from with the briefing for a mission that he wasn’t likely to survive. That fear he could deal with- he had been dealing with it almost his entire life. No, this was the fear of walking into a room where his entire family was sitting at a table with Solo family. It didn’t matter how he looked at it. There was no way that this could end well. Davert was the only other person in the room, and he wasn’t likely to be much help. More likely than not, he’d record the entire debacle and hold it for “intelligence purposes.” Just as Jag reached to open the door, his comlink buzzed. Thanking a Force he wasn’t sure that he believed in, he thumbed it on. “This is Fel.” “Sir,” the tinny voice replied. “We have an incoming call for you from the GA. High priority.” There was a minuscule pause. “I think it’s Colonel Solo.” Jag’s back stiffened. He expected the call, but not this soon. He had presumed that Solo would call as soon as he knew a GA Guardsman had been arrested for the assassination of Admiral Pelleaon, but it had been only a few hours since the incident. It was scheduled to be released to the holoreporters within the hour. “I’ll take it in my office, Lieutenant.” “Yes, sir.” As Jag strode to his office, he mentally steeled himself for the discussion. He had never particularly enjoyed talking with Jacen- not when he had been with Jaina, not during the Killik Crisis, and certainly not now. As the echo of his boots sounded down the hallway, Jag straightened the lay of his uniform. Walking into his office, he immediately sat behind the heavy wooden desk. Taking a deep breath, he flicked a discreetly hidden switch in his desk. The screen in front of him sprang to life, Jacen’s face filling the picture. “Admiral.” “Colonel.” A small part of Jag enjoyed drawing the title out a little, emphasizing the difference in rank. Jacen was in no mood to waste time on pleasantries. “I understand that you have Lieutenant Jeandro in custody for the death of Admiral Pelleaon. We want him. I have a team on their way into Ord Sedra to extradite him. They should arrive between two to four hours from now.” “No.” Jag’s voice was emotionless and final. Jacen blinked. “Excuse me?” “I said no, Colonel.” “That is unacceptable, Admiral. Regardless of what he did, he is one of my men and will be tried by my people.” Jag raised an eyebrow. “I was unaware that the Alliance court system had been co-opted into your own personal hegemony.” All humor and expression left Jag. “No, Colonel Solo. The prisoner will not leave Imperial space. He is an Imperial citizen by birth, who murdered an Imperial admiral in Imperial territory. We will take the appropriate measures. Do not interfere. That is what is acceptable.” “As for the team you have preemptively sent- and I will be checking their ship’s log to see when precisely they entered Imperial space, they will be allowed on planet for exactly two hours, enough time to review the recording and see the prisoner. If they are on the planet after that deadline, the Empire will consider it an act of war on the part of the Alliance.” A lesser man would have been silenced by the look of fury on Jacen’s face. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and colder than the vacuum of space. “Enjoying your power trip, Jag? Jag matched him tone for tone. “Less than you are, Jacen.” “You do not want to challenge me.” “And you do not want to push me, Colonel.” Silence descended over the connection. From across a galaxy, the white uniformed Imperial admiral stared at the black clad Alliance Jedi. “Very well, Admiral. My team will contact you when they approach the planet.” Jacen rose out of his seat and leaned toward his screen. “Do not think this is the end of this, Fel.” Jag copied his action. “I have no doubt of that, Colonel. No doubt.” The screen went black. Jag fell back into his chair, rubbing a hand over his face. Suddenly, he was exhausted. Marshalling his strength, he pushed himself up and headed back to the conference room, afraid of the war zone that he would find when he returned. ---------- It was both better and worse than worse than Jag expected. On the bright side, there were no blaster scorches on the walls, no blood on the floor, and no broken furniture. On the other hand… Jaina was sitting across from Syal Fel. It looked like both were barely keeping their tempers in check. Having had first-hand experience with them both, Jag was infinitely grateful for that fact. He could only catch snippets of their conversation. The few words he could make out- “Sword of the Jedi”, “duty”, “disappearing act”, “Palpatine”, “Thrawn”- made him want to ignore that particular conversation completely. At the end of the table, Leia and Wyn Fel were engaged in a quiet if heated debate on political philosophy. From what he could understand, Leia was making an impassioned defense of democracy while Wyn argued that it could never work on a galactic scale. Jag had to admit that he was slightly impressed, even if slightly frightened; they were flinging around terms like “tyranny” and “rights” casually, drawing on every example from the Separationists of the Clone Wars to the communal lifestyle of the Ewok. On the other side of Jaina and Syal- respectively, Davert and Cem were rehashing the operation at the spaceport hours before. Each was critiquing the other, with a few personal insults thrown in for color. Completing his scan of the room, Jag found the only island of sanity, in the last place he would have ever expected. At the far end of the table, Han and Soontir Fel had broken out a bottle of Corellian whiskey and were sitting back, laughing with each other. Deciding to take his chances, Jag moved to join them. Without saying a word, Jag reached forward and poured himself a glass. Han and Soontir exchanged sympathetic, if amused glances. After taking a long gulp, Jag faced them. “What have I missed so far?” “Well, those two…” Han said, pointing at Jaina and Syal, “started as soon as we got in here and haven’t stopped. They’ve covered just about every aspect of the other’s life and I think we even got a pretty good jab or two towards you in there too, kid.” “Too much alike,” Soontir muttered into his glass. After taking a drink, he took over the explanation. “Those two…” this time pointing at Leia and Wyn, “Have attempted to refight every political battle of the last seventy five years in the last fifteen minutes.” “And those two…” Han interjected again, motioning towards Davert and Cem, “worry too much about what they could have done. And like trying to see how much they can blame the other for.” Soontir settled back. “I think that covers it rather well.” Jag raised an eyebrow, causing the scar running into his hairline pull. “And you two?” Han and Soontir exchanged a glance. “We decided to let bygones be bygones, found the whiskey, and settled in to watch the show.” Taking a deep breath, Jag stood and stared at each person in turn, waiting for the cacophony to die down. “If you’re all finished?” He asked mildly. At least Leia and Wyn had the good grace to look ashamed. “We need to develop a strategy,” Jag began without preamble. “Events are occurring faster than we can deal with them individually. I just spoke with Colonel Solo. There is a team of GA Guards on their way here now, in an attempt to extradite Jeandro. I told Solo in no uncertain terms that that will not occur.” Jag paused. “And I feel that Solo knows more about what happened at the spaceport than he is offering. That team was only hours away, and he contacted me before the news hit the Holonet. Any questions so far?” Davert raised his hand. “Only one, sir. Why are the Rebels in a high-level Imperial strategy meeting?” “They have a vested interest in stopping Colonel Solo, just as we do.” “The enemy of my enemy is my friend, then?” Jag replied crisply. “Precisely. Nothing more, nothing less.” “I guess it doesn’t matter in any case,” Davert continued. “In recent days, they have already been privy to the secrets of three governments. What is one more?” Ignoring Davert, Jag moved on. “As for our next actions: Wyn, I want you to meet with Wedge Antilles. Put that political training to use. When Corellia falls, I want that fleet in Imperial service.” Wyn nodded gracefully. “Just say the word, Jag. I’d like to have a word with you and Davert before I leave, though, to discuss the specifics.” “Of course. Mother, the Imperial press hasn’t changed much in the few decades. This isn’t going to be a purely military war. We will need a public relations assault and I’d appreciate any help you could offer toward that.” Syal copied her daughter’s motion and nodded gracefully. “Davert, Cem…in addition to everything else you have undertaken,” Jag smiled slightly, “I want you to help with new Imperial charter.” Jag’s smile faltered. “We need to find someone to take…the Admiral’s place.” Soontir reached up and placed a hand on Jag’ shoulder when he faltered on Pelleaon’s name. Steadying himself, Jag turned to face the Solo side of the table. “Obviously, I cannot order you to do anything. However, I do have a suggestion." Even as he carefully framed his words, there was an unspoken order in his voice. Han and Leia exchanged a look that said they would definitely be talking later. Jag continued, "I cannot help but feel that the woman Lumiya has something to do with this.” At that, Jaina’s name snapped up. “At the spaceport…Jeandro kept going on about how she said and she told him. That might be your connection, Jag.” Leia picked up where Jaina left off. "If she is a Sith, it wouldn't be out of the realm of the possible." Jag nodded in agreement. “Captain, Princess, I would suggest you contact Master Skywalker. Princess, your brother might know something new about this woman or have some insight into your son.” “Brother, son…What the Alliance really needs is a good family counselor,” Davert offered lazily. “Ah, nepotism.” Han snorted. “There seems to be a pretty common genetic code on that side of the table too, genius,” he said, pointing toward the Fel family. Davert waved a hand in dismissal. “We’re an Empire. We get to do that.” “Getting back to the point,” Jag said, clearing his throat. “Pass along my warnings about Alema to the Jedi Council. Captain, it might not be a bad idea to get in touch with Master Durron also. It wouldn’t look terribly suspicious and would get a different persepective on the Jedi side of the conflict.” He shared a look with Han, one that said To learn what Luke won’t tell you. It was for Leia’s sake that he didn’t voice the thought. “What about me?” Jaina asked, her voice tight. “Any suggestions?” “Actually, I wanted your opinion on several pieces of information. You’ve spent more time in the GA than anyone in this room recently, and I need a fresh perspective.” Jaina relaxed slightly. “All right. I can do that.” For a moment, they all fell quiet, contemplating their new missions. Finally, Wyn broke the silence. “So that’s it, then?” “For the time being. Now we wait.” Cem broke in. “What do we do in the meantime?” Jag pressed his lips together in a tight line before responding coldly, “Whatever we have to.” ---------- Enjoy! 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