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Solo_and_Fel Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 12/17/08 8:37pm Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) first post Dec 11t
	TKL, I cannot blame you for making that choice. -----signature----- "Hurling black lightning is one thing, but quoting Kyp Durron puts me lower than I ever expected to get." To Suffer & Be Strong: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28435487&brd=10477 Check profile for more fics.
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TKeira_Lex Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 12/18/08 8:24am Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) first post Dec 11t
	Chapter One The hovercraft’s open deck offered a panoramic vista of their destination. Seven kilometers of pristine white beaches rose up from the brilliant aquamarine water of Maramere’s ocean. Long a prosperous resort world, it wasn’t until after Palpatine’s death that an enterprising firm had found the most profitable niche of all. And so Bolis Island was created, an artificial island built within the Konstructor Reef. Its crowning jewel, the Grand Hotel, a spectacular tower jutting from the island’s center, reached into the clouds. Access to the island was restricted, making the resort an ideal setting for celebrities, tycoons, and assorted VIPs to relax far from public scrutiny. Arrivals occurred exclusively at a single berthing terminal ten kilometers from the island. After the Falcon had been safely docked and their luggage gathered, Leia and her family, accompanied by an oversized complement of Imperial security agents, had boarded the hovercraft and begun their ride to Bolis Island. Despite the beauty of the view, Leia’s eyes kept roaming back to steal occasional glances at the young woman seated to her left. In her heart, Leia felt Jaina’s happiness, but that had been a steadily growing truth over the course of the past couple of weeks. Each passing day had revealed more layers of bliss, like the awakening of a spring day, within the special bond Leia shared with her daughter. But catching a glimpse of Jaina’s joy, that was a priceless treasure Leia could tuck away in her chest of memories. Right now, she wanted to be sure she had the image locked up exactly right. Jaina glanced over, one hand brushing aside the short brown curls blown over her eyes. “Mom, everything okay?” Leia opened her mouth to say any number of things, but the roar of the engines coupled with the howl of the wind made it impossible to offer more than a simple, “Yes.” Soon enough they arrived at the dock. Hotel attendants gathered the luggage and hostesses greeted the new guests. After a brief registration process, Han and Leia stood with keycards in hand. Leia faced the lobby expecting to wade back into the swarm of Imperials, but aside from a handful of hotel staff, only Jaina and Jag remained, sitting quietly on a loveseat in a secluded corner. Jaina fingered a button on Jag’s jacket, while he bent close to whisper something in her ear. She blushed, then stole a quick kiss. Rocking impatiently on the balls of his feet, Han cleared his throat. “She’s wearing a dress.” For the first time, Leia noted the incongruity with Jaina’s usual attire, but that was probably because their daughter actually appeared comfortable in her clothes. “Yes, she is. I think she looks quite lovely. Don’t you?” “I think she looks like something the Empire molded,” her husband huffed. Leia was about to insist she sensed no duress from Jaina when the young lovers noted the registration process was completed. In a flash they were heading across the lobby. “All set?” Jaina asked with a smile. Han held up the pair of keycards in response. “Perfect. You’re in the Alderaan Suite, one floor below ours. I figured Dad would prefer less Imperial interference for his comings and goings. I hope that’s okay with you?” “What? They got you two locked up tight in between appearances?” Han tried to keep the cynicism from his voice, and failed miserably. “All precautionary, sir.” To his credit, Jag answered respectfully. “I think you’d agree that it’s critical we maintain a smooth transition - for the good of the Empire and the good of the galaxy.” “Of course,” Leia said as her elbow bumped sharply into Han’s ribs. “We all want that.” “So,” Jaina said, “we were planning a light lunch for your arrival. But if you would prefer to take some time to settle in we can push lunch back.” Leia glanced over at Han and they nodded in unison. “Let’s eat.” Jag stepped back and swept his arm toward a pair of towering doors at the lobby’s west end. “This way, then.” Past the doors they entered an expansive restaurant. The hostess apparently was expecting their arrival, greeting Jaina and Jag by name. She led the quartet toward the far side of the room, where a transparisteel wall afforded a spectacular view of the ocean. Ending at a circular table, they took their seats, Leia next to Han, then Jaina and Jag. But there were six chairs. “Moff Fel and his wife will be here shortly,” the hostess said as she passed around the menus. “They asked that you not wait.” And so their meal proceeded. They talked about little things and nothing. Sometimes, Jaina shared a small detail about her time with the Fels, but it was what was left unsaid that spoke volumes. Jaina and Jag existed in a rare harmony that most would never achieve. He knew instinctively she needed the seasoning and passed it along; she sliced off a hunk of her nerfroast before he even asked for a taste. They touched and smiled to the point that their affection was contagious. For the third time in as many minutes Han squeezed Leia’s hand for no particular reason. It was nothing short of miraculous to see the transformation in their daughter. For too long she had closed herself off, and now didn’t hesitate to share her emotions for all to see. Jaina reached over to pat her father’s shoulder. “Do you like your spiced endwa, Dad?” Mouth full, Han managed an awkward smile and enthusiastic nod. “Good. I picked that for one of the entrees for the reception, seeing as it’s your favorite.” Leia perked up. This was one of the first details about the wedding Jaina had shared. While the family gladly could play catch-up for days on end, the reality was the ceremony was going to be a lot sooner than that. “Will the reception be in here?” “Oh, no. This room is not nearly big enough,” Jaina said. “The rehearsal dinner will be in here, though,” Jag noted. “Exactly how many people are you inviting to the wedding?” Han asked. Leia could practically see the credit chips rolling behind her husband’s eyes. “I’m not really solid on the number. It keeps changing. Syal keeps the working list, and anyway we need to double check I didn’t miss anyone you want to invite.” Jaina radiated excited energy in the Force. “Then again, this is all very rushed, so I’m sure a lot of the guests won’t be able to make it.” “This is the event of the decade,” boomed a deep voice from behind them. “I can assure you everyone who’s anyone will find a way to get here.” Jaina bounded from her chair and rushed toward her future in-laws. She enveloped Syal in a crushing hug. Then she pecked a soft kiss to Soontir’s cheek. “You finally made it.” “Our apologies.” Syal moved toward Leia. The two women embraced. “There always seems to be something popping up. So,” she said, turning to Jaina, “what have we missed?” “Nothing important. Please, sit.” Jaina indicated to the vacant chairs. “We barely broached the subject of the wedding. My father had just asked about the guest list. Pending any additions from them, of course.” Syal allowed Soontir to guide her chair forward. Once she was settled at the table, she retrieved a datapad from her bag. “Let’s see. With that caveat, it looks like, at this point, roughly two thousand one hundred ninety seven guests.” “Two thousand!” Han voiced the shock both he and Leia felt. “You’d practically have to take over the whole resort.” “Convenient, then, we were able to arrange that,” Soontir answered calmly. “The whole resort?” This time Han’s trepidation made his words sound dry. “If you’re worried about expense –” Soontir took a casual swig of water. “– please don’t. The Imperial treasury is honored to host the event.” “Yeah, it’s not expense I’m not worried about.” Han started out of his chair. Only Leia’s Jedi reactions, a quick hold on his arm, kept him seated. Soontir seemed to relish this moment. “Han, I have no doubt whatsoever you’d be good for the amount in question, under any circumstances. And especially for your daughter’s wedding. That’s not the issue. There hasn’t been a wedding of this stature since… Well, since –“ He glanced apologetically to Leia. “– your brother and his late wife, I imagine. We all need something like this to celebrate, and the Empire is more than happy to oblige its public. And the galaxy as a whole.” Han turned to face his wife. “You see, I told you this was some Imperial plot.” “Dad.” “No one is going to force my daughter into a marriage before she is ready,” Han persisted, menacingly wagging a finger. “Mom.” Jaina cast an imploring look at Leia. “He promised.” Leia shrugged. “I guess I made the consequences for breaking the promise too tempting.” Jag leaned forward. “Father, Han, why don’t we leave the wedding planning to the ladies? The three of us are overdue to discuss the Empire’s new reconstruction endeavor. It was, after all, his idea.” Curiosity cooled Han’s barely tempered belligerence. “Only if we discuss this mysterious project over a stiff drink.” “To the bar, then,” Jag said with a wink in Jaina’s direction. She mouthed her fiancé a silent “thanks” before he kissed her forehead. As Jag led the men toward the bar, Leia prayed he found a way to stall the two Corellian fathers from diving straight into the Whyren’s. Otherwise, more conflict was inevitable. Amid her fretting, Leia’s curiosity was still piqued. “Do they really have something to discuss with your father?” “Actually, yes.” Jaina twirled her fork. “Dad made the Moffs promise to fund some recovery efforts when they surrendered at Shedu Maad. Jag’s new role is to direct that effort, so he figured he had better go to the source.” Leia fell back into her chair. “Most impressive.” “Well, I for one have had my fill of bureaucratic nonsense for the day.” Syal plopped an expandable file onto the table. “We have a day until the first guests begin to arrive, two days until the rehearsal, three days until the big event. And far too much to do. How about we start planning a wedding?” ***** -----signature----- Jag grinned that sexy halfcocked smile only he was capable of. “I love it when you talk dirty.” Glowering, Jaina said, “I don’t envision you enjoying it. I’m picturing it –” “Rough?” “Exactly.”
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TelannaTani Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 12/18/08 8:36am Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th - Date Edited: 12/18/08 8:44am (2 edits total) Edited By: TelannaTani
	Ooh - am I really first? Fantastic! Well, I did a quick re-read of Wingman yesterday and was pleasantly surprised to find the sequel! This certainly looks like it's going to be a blast (of course, the Solos and Fels together always is!)! I love seeing Jaina so happy - and the Solo family together and laughing. They certainly do deserve their happiness. I love the way you describe the easy relationship that Jag & Jaina have fallen into. So welcome after such a long journey! Why do I get the feeling it won't last for long in this story?? Oh, that's right - your trailer. :P Great to see the beginnings of the Imperial Mission forming, but that made me think - where is Allana at this point? I suppose we didn't see much of her in Wingman, so is she staying somewhere or will we see her soon? So glad to see more collaboration from you two. It warms the heart on a snowy day!:D Voz edits: Forgot my own comments and had to add on... -----signature----- John 8:31-32 Callsign: "Voz" Padawan to BigFatty
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TahiriSoloFan Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 12/18/08 12:04pm Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th
	It's a good thing Syal & Leia are there, or Han & Soontir would really get in to trouble! -----signature----- Auntie & the Chickens ~ Keepin' hope alive A/T ~ Greater than the sum of their parts J/J ~ Unstoppable force vs. unmoveable object AKA ~Auntie ~ Chicken Wrangler Extraordinaire~ Joshua 1:9
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Solo_and_Fel Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 12/19/08 12:15pm Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th
	I like the symbiosis of Jag and Jaina's relationship here. Plus, I heart Fels. -----signature----- "Hurling black lightning is one thing, but quoting Kyp Durron puts me lower than I ever expected to get." To Suffer & Be Strong: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28435487&brd=10477 Check profile for more fics.
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jade51999 Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 12/21/08 9:48am Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th
	That is quite a guest list. Excellent! -----signature----- Into Oblivion (L/M) Now Completed http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/30188512/p1/?0 Living in De'Nile, TKL Apts
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carr3107 Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 12/21/08 10:08am Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th
	Two Thousand People? Three days? No problem for Jaina and the Super!Moms. Jaina's not wasting any time is she? Loved the update.
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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 12/21/08 4:36pm Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th
	“I guess I made the consequences for breaking the promise too tempting.” Yep. When you say "punishment", men always think... uh, punishment. Great job! And I agree... three days?! A whirlwind wedding, we'll have to see what hilarity ensues. -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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Draconarius Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 12/21/08 7:04pm Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th
	Oh, this is going to be a lot of fun. Three days to plan a wedding with over two thousand guests? This is going to get very interesting... Can't wait for more! Draco. -----signature----- Anakin/Tahiri and Jaina/Jag - two best couples in Star Wars "Damned if I'm gonna lose to you!" "Then damned you shall be!" - my brother and I playing Smash Bros.
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lurker2209 Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 12/22/08 12:59am Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th
	Wow, miraculous wedding planning in progress. Then again, you do have the benefit of Imperial efficiency and complete obedience. That comes in handy, particularly with guests and caterers. Tyranny is an excellent way to run a state, provided you can get a decent tyrant. And it seems like an equally good way to run a wedding, provided you have someone as un-bridezilla-like as Jaina. (I think I tortured that metaphor far, far beyond cruel and unreasonable, sorry!) Love to see Han being protective, even if it's not necessary. It's sweet. And it really shows how mature Jag is the way he deals with it. -----signature----- "When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages a sick sense of failure falls on me and I know I can never do it. This happens every time. Then gradually I write one page and then another." ~ John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
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carr3107 Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 12/22/08 8:09am Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th
	You have Syal's ability to set a stage a scene and Leia, who organized a [I]Rebellion[\I] and managed to run a pan-Galactic government. Jaina should be enough of a strategist to know to mostly leave them to it and weigh in on the important stuff. That, or treat it like a tactical engagement. Jag is smart enough to know when to stage a strategic withdrawl. The Wedding of the Decade. Starring Jaina Solo and Jagged Fel. A Wynessa Starflare and Leia Organa Solo production. Take Two. Can you imagine the seating arrangements?
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TKeira_Lex Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 12/22/08 6:12pm Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th - Date Edited: 12/22/08 6:13pm (1 edits total) Edited By: TKeira_Lex
	Time for replies! Voz: Ooh - am I really first? Good job! This certainly looks like it's going to be a blast (of course, the Solos and Fels together always is!)! Of course! Why do I get the feeling it won't last for long in this story?? Well, we do have a reputation for evil authorness to uphold. where is Allana at this point? Can’t reveal too much right away, can we? But keep your eyes out for a mention of her in an upcoming post. Auntie: It's a good thing Syal & Leia are there, or Han & Soontir would really get in to trouble! So true! Nothing quite so bad as Grandpa Wars in this one, though. Solo_and_Fel: I like the symbiosis of Jag and Jaina's relationship here. Wingman definitely turned out for the best. Siren: That is quite a guest list. And it doesn’t even include the paparazzi! carr: No problem for Jaina and the Super!Moms. [Yoda_voice] So certain are you? [/voice] Jaina's not wasting any time is she? About time, don’t you think? angry_bendu1: When you say "punishment", men always think... uh, punishment. Lex says: It’s true. Men are A whirlwind wedding, we'll have to see what hilarity ensues. At least it’s not a shotgun wedding! Draconarius: This is going to get very interesting... Yep. And just not because of the wedding planning. lurker: Wow, miraculous wedding planning in progress. But can they pull it off? Tyranny is an excellent way to run a state, provided you can get a decent tyrant. Love to see Han being protective, even if it's not necessary. It's sweet. Well, after LOTF it’s fair to say Han is totally fine with Jag. But this whole taking-over-the-Empire thing certainly caught him off guard. Not to mention he’s got a rivalry with Soontir going back nearly a half century. At this point, mistrusting Soontir is practically reflexive. carr: The Wedding of the Decade. Starring Jaina Solo and Jagged Fel. A Wynessa Starflare and Leia Organa Solo production. Take Two. That’s basically right. This is a galactic celebrity event. Who knows who’ll show up. Thanks for reading, everyone! The next post will be posted on Thursday morning. In the meantime, there's a short teaser in the Cantina. -----signature----- Jag grinned that sexy halfcocked smile only he was capable of. “I love it when you talk dirty.” Glowering, Jaina said, “I don’t envision you enjoying it. I’m picturing it –” “Rough?” “Exactly.”
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TelannaTani Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 12/23/08 11:04am Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th
	A post on Christmas? What a gift. -----signature----- John 8:31-32 Callsign: "Voz" Padawan to BigFatty
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TKeira_Lex Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 12/25/08 5:42am Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 18th
	We'd like to wish a MERRY CHRISTMAS to all who are celebrating today! Chapter Two “I’m out.” Nobody said anything. Jag looked up to see four glaring faces. “What?” “What’s with this guy?” demanded Wedge. “He has no courage,” said Lando. Han stared meaningfully at Soontir. “He’s your kid.” “It’s just a friendly game, son.” The elder Fel’s tone was no less grumpy. “Live a little. Stay in some hands you might actually lose.” Easy for you to say. I’m not exactly in the right net-worth club, here. “All right,” Jag said. “I’ll give it a shot.” Wedge raised a brow. “So you’re not folding?” Jag grinned. “Oh, I am. Perhaps I’ll be bolder in a future hand.” Lando chuckled. “At least he’s definitive.” “All right, let’s play on without Mister Wild Side,” Han said. And they did. Jag reached for his drink, and took a slow sip. Almost gone; just a few more swigs. When he reached out to set it back down on the small table beside his chair, their waiter appeared from nowhere and leaned down to him. “Another brandy, sir?” the quiet Nautolan asked. “Uh, I think –” “Bring the man another,” Lando interjected. “On me.” “Very well, sir,” the waiter said, and vanished just as quickly as he’d appeared. Jag looked at Lando. “Trying to loosen me up?” “Something like that.” “Gee, thanks.” Lando shrugged. “You’re the guest of honor. If we’re going to fleece you blind at sabacc, the least we can do is pay for your drinks.” Wedge grinned. “We’re nothing if not gentlemen.” “Apparently,” Jag said, chuckling. He sat back in his chair while they finished the hand. This whole experience was surreal. The five men sat around a low table in the lounge area of the main lobby of the Grand Hotel, just a few meters from where Jag had sat with Jaina waiting for her parents to arrive the day before. Their surroundings were nothing short of ostentatious. Jag almost felt guilty sitting in the chair, as if the burnished wood and luxurious fabric were too expensive to risk the wear and tear of actual use. It wasn’t that long ago, really, that Jag had been scraping together a sparse existence in the inhospitable jungles of Tenupe. Now he sat at the pinnacle of galactic opulence. He found it difficult to believe. But even the incongruent splendor of Bolis Island couldn’t compare to the incomprehensible sabacc game. Four retired generals. Four war heroes – three of the Rebellion and the New Republic, one of the Empire and the Chiss. Four celebrities, whose very presence in a public place never failed to turn heads. Four husbands, four fathers. And Jag. It was hard to conceive of a situation in which he could feel more out of place. Before his thoughts could wander any further in that direction, though, the Nautolan returned with the full tumbler of brandy. Thanking the waiter, Jag suppressed an inner chuckle. That was about right. In this company, Jag shouldn’t be thanking the waiter. He should be the waiter. A cry of exultation interrupted his musings. “Ha!” Wedge was grinning. Han was not. And just like that, another hand began. Jag leaned forward, watching as his father shuffled the deck. Moments later, Jag held his cards. Not bad, not great. He could fold or bluff, or just wait and see. After the first round of wagers, when no one else sent a strong signal of confidence – genuine or utterly faked – he decided to stay in the hand for now. Two rounds later, he had a decision to make. His father was wagering aggressively now, and Soontir rarely bluffed. On the other hand, when he did bluff it was always a deception of monumental proportions. Jag either had no chance of beating him, or certain victory awaited. His father could be maddening that way. Before Jag could make up his mind, Wedge gathered his cards into a palm and said, “Hold on a second.” The other four looked at him, then followed his gaze across the lobby to the main entrance, where a couple was just arriving. Wedge waved first, Tycho Celchu waved back, and then the rest of them all waved as well. Tycho nudged his companion, and Winter glanced over and waved in greeting too. When Winter looked away again, Wedge and Tycho exchanged a series of inscrutable hand signals – three short, simple gestures each. “All right,” Wedge said when he finished, “let’s get back to the game.” Han raised a brow. “What was that all about?” “He’d love to join us,” Wedge explained, “but he promised Winter he’d take her to dinner when they arrived.” Soontir raised a brow too. “You got all that from a few gesticulations?” Wedge shrugged. “We’ve known each other a long time.” “More like,” Lando said, “you’ve both been so thoroughly submissive to your wives for so long, you know exactly what he’s thinking.” Han laughed. “As opposed to you, who stands up to your wife all the time.” Lando scowled. “Some friend you are. Permit me my delusions, will you?” “No,” said Wedge. Then he looked at Jag. “Nothing to add, kiddo?” “What wisdom could I possibly contribute? I’m not married yet.” “Technicalities,” Han said, flashing him the Solo smirk. “Jaina’s got you wrapped so tight around her finger, I’m surprised I was even able to separate you two long enough to get you down here to join us.” Soontir, who had calmly raised his tumbler to take a swig moments before, nearly spat out a mouthful of brandy, but recovered his composure instantly. “He’s got you there, Jagged.” “Yes,” Jag said, forcing a smile. “I suppose he does.” It wasn’t that they were wrong, of course. Jag would do anything for Jaina, without hesitation or regret. Whatever she asked of him was hers, unconditionally. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it openly, either, however much human male bravado counseled otherwise. And certainly not in this company. If nothing else, these men knew exactly how he felt about Jaina. No, something else entirely was gnawing away at his gut. It was irrational. He kept telling himself that. But even Jag’s formidable willpower couldn’t banish this fear completely. What if everything imploded again? What if, for all she’d healed these last few weeks, Jaina still wasn’t ready? What if she called off their wedding again? Could Jag survive another last-second heartbreak? Reality snapped back into focus when Jag realized he’d wagered himself three rounds deeper into the hand on autopilot. He blinked, suddenly remembering what he was doing – and where he was. And that simple momentary recognition of his surroundings brought a wide grin to his face. If nothing else, at least he and Jaina had made it all the way to Bolis Island this time. That had to count for something. As did the monumental – and completely inadvertent – bluff Jag had just successfully executed. Completely misreading Jag’s expression, Soontir conceded the hand and shoved the pile of credit chips over to Jag. A sizeable increase to his reserves, no less. Maybe the old guys were on to something after all. Wedge gathered the deck and began to shuffle. The rest of them took the opportunity to imbibe more from their respective drinks. Wedge had just finished dealing when Lando lifted his fingers to his lips and emitted a high, piercing whistle while waving dramatically in the air high over his head with his free hand. Shaking his head, Han leaned over to the rest of them. “Just when I think he couldn’t be any more of an embarrassment…” Still, they all looked over to see who it was Lando had hailed – and saw Talon Karrde doing his best to pretend he didn’t realize he was the object of attention. Shada D’ukal certainly did, though, and waved back to Lando enthusiastically. Then she planted a sharp elbow in his ribs, and Karrde finally acknowledged Lando with an understated, chagrined wave. Lando turned back to the card game. “What’s his problem?” Soontir shot Jag a bemused glance. “I couldn’t possibly imagine.” Jag barely managed not to laugh. He picked up his cards – and had to suppress a flinch. This might have been the single worst sabacc hand he’d ever been dealt. Fortuitously, at that very moment an Imperial attaché hustled over to the game and canted his head to indicate he needed to speak with Jag. “Hate to disappoint you, gentlemen,” Jag announced, folding in his hand atop the low table as he rose to his feet, “but I’m afraid I have some business to attend to.” His retreat was greeted with a rousing mock groan. A few quick strides brought Jag to the attaché. “Yes?” “I apologize for the interruption, sir,” the young man said, “but you asked to be notified if there were any difficulties with your delivery.” “And?” “Some difficulties have arisen with your delivery.” Jag fought down the urge to respond with a profane retort. Instead he calmly said, “Care to elaborate?” “Maramere Customs has cleared the shipment. Before it even made planetside, in fact. But ISS is refusing to expedite release for further transit to Bolis Island.” “So deal with it.” The young man swallowed visibly. “We’ve tried, sir. But I’m afraid ISS regulations prohibit agents from requesting expedited processing on behalf of a principal. You, uh… You’d have to make the request personally, sir. In, uh… in person.” Jag sighed. “Very well. I’ll deal with it in the morning. I trust you’ll be available to meet me at the ISS command center at the berthing terminal at 0700?” “Of course, sir.” The attaché snapped a crisp salute, then hurried away. The sabacc hand was just concluding when Jag slid back into his chair. Two consecutive hands to the Fels. Jag intended to make it three. “What was that all about?” Han asked, reaching for the cards. “Planning his wild bachelor party for later tonight, no doubt,” Wedge said. Lando scowled. “What? We’re not wild enough for you?” Soontir laughed. “Come now, Calrissian. No son should have to endure such an event with his father present.” “Yeah,” Han added, glowering at Soontir as he started to deal the cards, “and no father should have to hear about the existence of such an event before his daughter’s wedding.” “Don’t worry,” Jag said. “It’s nothing like that.” “You sure?” asked Lando. “Because I was really hoping you had some Twi’lek dancing girls on the way,” Wedge said. “Are they running behind schedule?” “At this point,” Jag muttered, “I doubt I could even get those through our security.” When the others gave him befuddled looks, he added, “Never mind.” “Shame,” said Lando. “It’s for the best,” Wedge said. “With all due respect to your other son –” He gave an apologetic nod to Soontir. “– if you’re not going to have the event hosted by Wes Janson, you might as well not have it at all.” Han laughed. “Right. As if any of us would be allowed at a Janson-sponsored bachelor party.” Lando feigned shock. “What are you suggesting?” “That Leia would feed me her lightsaber for breakfast,” Han said. “And your wives – or Jaina – would all do the same.” No one tried to argue. Unbidden, Jag’s gaze traveled to the main entrance. “Speak of the devil.” They all looked. It was him, all right. Aged, but unmistakably Janson. The woman on his arm, on the other hand… “Wow,” Lando said. “She looks young enough to be his daughter.” Han laughed. “She looks younger than any of our actual daughters.” “Except maybe Myri,” said Wedge, agape. “Maybe,” Han agreed. For a moment longer, they all stared. Then Soontir said, “Well, good for him.” “Too bad for her, though,” Wedge said. They all laughed. “Speaking of daughters,” Han said, finally picking up his cards to examine them, “Lando Junior sure could use a little sister. How about it, buddy?” “Don’t even joke about it,” Lando said, grimacing. “I can hardly keep up with one. I couldn’t possibly handle two.” “Oh, come on. It wouldn’t be that bad.” Han grinned. “Leia and I are managing just fine with Amelia.” Wedge cleared his throat. “Uh, Han? You do realize she’s only one kid, right?” “Who’s old enough to feed and dress herself,” Soontir added helpfully. “Thanks,” Lando said, rolling his eyes. “You guys really know how to encourage a person.” “Any time,” Wedge said. “Well, one’s going to be more than enough for me. You want any more screeching infants in your lives –” Lando tossed a thumb in Jag’s direction. “– you take it up with him.” Just like that, Jag found four gazes fixed right on him. For the moment, the game was forgotten. “No comment.” Han’s eyes narrowed. “Is there something I need to know, Jag?” Jag blinked. “Uh… no?” Now it was a full-blown glare. “There’d better not be.” “I can assure you, Solo,” Soontir said calmly, “whatever may or may not have happened under my roof, it was entirely – one might even say enthusiastically – mutual.” “That’ll be enough, Father,” Jag said, holding up his hands beseechingly. “Are you sure?” Wedge asked. “Because I’d really like to hear more about –” “Positive,” Jag said, glaring. Wedge only winked at him. “How about we all call a momentary truce, and resume the game in a few minutes?” After nods all around, Jag reached over and put a hand on Han’s arm. “Got a minute?” Han smiled. “Sure, kid. But you know I was only joking, right?” “Mostly joking.” “Close enough for family.” Han stood up. “So, fire away.” Jag rose too. He steeled himself, then jumped right in. “Well, I was hoping to ask you a very large favor…” ***** -----signature----- Jag grinned that sexy halfcocked smile only he was capable of. “I love it when you talk dirty.” Glowering, Jaina said, “I don’t envision you enjoying it. I’m picturing it –” “Rough?” “Exactly.”
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angry_bendu1 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 12/25/08 10:01am Subject: RE: Return to Bolis Island (post-LOTF, J/J wedding!!: J/J, Solos, Fels, and more) new post Dec 25th
	“Well, one’s going to be more than enough for me. You want any more screeching infants in your lives –” Lando tossed a thumb in Jag’s direction. “– you take it up with him.” Just like that, Jag found four gazes fixed right on him. For the moment, the game was forgotten. “No comment.” ROTFLMAO! The boys are just too funny. And I wonder what Jag is trying to push through customs? Something interesting? Great post guys, and happy holidays! (Oh, and I can't wait for more! ) -----signature----- Ramblings of a Jedi (snarky Jesika's diary- filled w/ romance, sarcasm, etc.): http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28753761/p1/?0 I was staring at the orange juice because it said "concentrate". Proud owner of a '96 Geo Metro. "To the Crapmobile!"
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