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Eldritch009 Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 7:15pm Subject: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic - COMPLETED - Last update: 02/19 ) - Date Edited: 2/19/05 4:34am (49 edits total) Edited By: Eldritch009
	Ok, here's my attempt to try and entertain some of you with a story of mine. I began it shortly after RUIN came out. Let me know what you think and enjoy it. Editted by Melyanna, PROPHEToftheCOUNCIL & the Mysterybeta-er. Thank you for reading, editting and putting up with my silly gathering of lines that I dare call a fic. For those who don't wish to go through all these pages, here are the pagenumbers for the chapters. They're links, so you'll directly go to the page: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 12, 14, 16, 18, 21, 24, 31, 35, 38, 52, 56, 58, 65, 67, 71, 76, 78, 80, 83, 85, 90, 91, 94, 96, 98, 101, 102, 105, 108, 109 . Disclaimer (like you care): The usual legal stuff does not entirely apply to this fic. This is something that I dreamed up so most of it is mine. I used characters, names, places and a few lines from the official books & movies and to that, the legal stuff does apply. Lucas may own a lot but he doesn't own my mind and the fiction it produces. --==CHAPTER 1 - "Encounter in Deep Space"==-- The Unknown Regions. A stretch of uncharted space from the Tingel Arm to as far as the Ssi-Ruuk Cluster near Bakura. Uncharted by the Old Republic, the Empire and now the New Republic. Certainly stuck in the middle of nowhere, a claw shaped fighter hung dead in space, its pilot hitting the systems in front of him out of sheer frustration for his bad luck. Colonel Jagged Fel, son of the infamous General Baron Soontir Fel, knew his fighter was lost, at least for the moment. Not only was that bad enough, he was out here alone, no back-up to tow him to the safety of a command ship, no fellow pilots to share his predicament. His young face frowned at the readout the computer gave him. He would be better off counting the parts that were still good in his fighter instead of going through the ongoing list of system failures. He closed his eyes. Think! He thought to himself. Think for a moment. You’re not out of options yet! The comm unit still worked but at this range he couldn’t even hail a particle of sunshine. He scrolled down the list. Nothing. He should be glad the computer still worked. Sighing he flicked the screen off with a black-gloved finger and slumped in his seat. The oxygen indicator showed the time left before it would run out, suffocating him. Long before that he would be comatose, he knew, from asphyxiation. Not a welcome thought. If he was lucky, a patrol-ship would come by but that was counting on extreme luck. In his young life, he had not relied on luck. Skill and stamina, that was what ruled his world, not luck. Granted, it sometimes seemed the odds were in his favor, much like luck, but he thought of himself as someone who had the skill to match the odds, not the luck. Not that he cared about odds. His mother was a Corellian from birth, and Corellians didn’t care for them. Some of it must have rubbed off on him, he thought with a thin-lipped smile. Jaina Solo would think it arrogant. The young Jedi had impressed him with her flying skill during the battle at Ithor. Some months ago, his squadron had rescued hers from instant death. He had patronized her during that battle, claiming to be simply the best combat pilots in the galaxy. Over the comm he had heard her reply, between gritted teeth. Afterward, he had met her on a formal meeting, where he had avoided politicians in favor of meeting military personnel and her, causing a minor problem in the diplomatic relations. Some time later he had met her privately, or rather stumbled upon her, while she watched the unloading of the casket in which the Camaasi skeleton of Elegos A’Kla had been found, covered in gold. Again he had patronized her, and had insulted her with some of his arrogant “wisdom”. Now that he thought back, his cheeks flushed deep again. And now he was here, one of simply the best combat pilots in the galaxy, stuck because his hyperdrive had taken leave on him, not to mention the rest of his ship. There was not a whole lot he could do. In fact, glancing at the readout, he couldn’t do anything but wait. His only hope was that the rest of his squadron had made it home. They had been roughly three quarters of the way there when he had suddenly been yanked out of hyperspace, sparks flying from the console in front of him, smoke rapidly filling the cockpit. When it had cleared, his instrument panels were dark and a restart didn’t have the desired effect. He pulled the latch, revealing a compartment that contained all the delicate wiring for the consoles and screens. He cursed softly to himself when he saw a melted assortment of what had once been a thick band of wiring, completely fused together. That was a goner no matter what he could come up with. Then, all of a sudden, he heard his comm unit crackle and a voice boomed through the cockpit. He quickly dialed it down, to no effect. “---onel Fel, come in. This is Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera hailing Colonel Fel.” He pushed the transmit button but the green light, indicating that he could speak, didn’t come up. He looked around and saw the giant ship come up on his starboard side, a little below him. “Colonel Fel, we assume that your communications are down. Standby for a tractor beam, we will bring you aboard.” While he waited, Jag thought to himself that it was an awful coincidence that the Star Destroyer had arrived when it did. Right on top of him. His squadron couldn’t have made it that quickly. A trap? All he could do was wait and see what happened. The fighter lurched when the tractor beam found its quarry and slowly the fighter disappeared in the main hanger. They moved the fighter to the side of the cavernous bay and softly set it down in an empty spot between two flights of Tie-Interceptors. He popped the canopy and stood. An Imperial lieutenant and 4 stormtroopers approached the fighter, waiting beside it until he hopped down in front of them. He stiffened his back straight and saluted smartly. “Colonel Fel, Squadron Leader of the Chiss House Phalanx Spike Squadron.” The lieutenant returned the salute. “Lieutenant Kokol. Welcome aboard, Sir. If you would follow me?” Accompanied by 2 stormtroopers on each side, he followed the lieutenant. Moments later they entered one of the turbolifts on the far side of the bay. “Bridge”, the lieutenant said curtly. One of the stormtroopers pressed the appropriate buttons on the panel. The doors closed and sped them on their way. They escorted him onto the bridge to where a lone figure, dressed in a admiral’s uniform, stood before one of the big viewports, looking out over the massive bulk of the Destroyer. When they stopped right behind him he turned around. Intelligent eyes regarded Jag and a courteous smile blossomed on the man’s lips. “Colonel Fel. What an unexpected pleasure.” Jag saluted. “Admiral Pellaeon, Sir!” Pellaeon returned it with a nod and dismissed the lieutenant and stormtroopers. Then he turned back to the viewport. “You have encountered an enhanced Empion mine, Colonel. One of the projects of Zsinj. I had it enhanced for use in the battle with the Yuuzhan Vong. You happened to fly through a test area. Tell me what happened.” Jag thought for a moment. So that’s what it had been. Outfitted with an ion projector, rigged to a detonation charge, gravitational and electromagnetic pulse generators, it could bring fighters prematurely out of hyperspace. As soon as the fighter had emerged, a communications module would send a signal to whoever had planted the mine and bring his forces to bare on the target. A clever piece of technology, elegant and quite suitable for rendering a target defenseless for others to come in and kill it. Rumor had it that Rogue Squadron had encountered them first, in the campaign against Zsinj. He gave his report to the Admiral, who then ran his fingers over his mustache in thought. “I see. We must find another way to put them to use, then. My apologies for the damage on your fighter. Repairs are already underway, even as we speak.” “They won’t be able to gain access to the fighter, Sir. I can imagine the opportunity for you to have your technicians on an ‘intact’ fighter of this make but I cannot allow it. My father has made that absolutely clear, the last time that we were on loan to you. I will have to make repairs myself. If I could make use of your tools and equipment, that would be enough.” Pellaeon shrugged. “As you wish. I will send word down to make sure you are not hindered in any way and to have the tools made available to you. Until we meet again, Colonel.” Jag saluted again, turned and walked down the command walkway to the huge doors. The lieutenant and stormtroopers waited just outside the bridge and accompanied him back down to the hanger. They brought him to where his fighter was parked. A cart loaded with tools and equipment was already there and Jag immediately began repairs. It took him the better part of the day to finish it. Food had been brought to him, which he ate in the confines of the cockpit. A few technicians tried to get a better look at the fighter but a warning glance from Jag’s green eyes in their direction had been enough to get them moving. He was just finishing up when he saw Admiral Pellaeon enter the bay and walk in his direction. Jag straightened and waited for him. Then he saluted. Pellaeon nodded and spoke, while he let his eyes go over the smooth lines of the claw shaped fighter. “We have just received word that the Yuuzhan Vong will cease their attack.” Jag blinked, surprise showing all over his young face. “They will? Why?” “Why? We should just be glad that they would. However, I do see your point. Why stop when they are on a winning streak. But there is a catch, however.” “Somehow I’m not surprised. That catch being…?” “They want the entire Jedi Order. Either killed or brought to them. They especially want one of the Solo children, Jacen.” Shock and anger ruled Jag’s face. “And the New Republic is giving serious thought to this?” “I do not know. But you should hurry. The Chimaera will leave in one standard hour for Bastion.” “I have just finished my repairs. I will leave as soon as I get clearance.” “You have it. And son? Give my regards to your father.” Pellaeon turned and walked away before Jag could reply or offer a salute. He frowned to the disappearing back of the Admiral. Then he shook his head and started to make preparations. He closed the latch containing the new wiring he had installed and started the preflight procedure. He contacted the Star Destroyer’s Command, asking for permission to leave, which he immediately obtained, just as the General had promised. He engaged the repulsors and slowly drifted to the huge bay doors where a magnetic containment field kept oxygen in and the vacuum of space out. He fired his engines and dove through, the hum of the ion engines making him smile. With a tight turn he rounded the bow of the huge ship and wiggled his fighter in a salute. Then he shot past the Command Tower and powered up the navicomputer. Moments later, stars elongated into columns of light as his fighter leaped into hyperspace. *********** Let the critisism begin. -----signature----- Finished after 3.5 years: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=4294352&page=1
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pixy_girl53 Registered: Feb '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 7:20pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	There is only one thing to say: POST MORE SOON! -----signature----- How do you know that my dimwitted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation used to lower people's expectations thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation. ~Dewey: Scream2
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Adi_Gallia_9 Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 7:23pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	Hey Eldritch! Great start! Keep it up. I love how you've done Jag. -----signature----- http://rebelshaven.com/SWFFAQ My site dedicated to the amazing costumes of Padme and her handmaidens!
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Melyanna Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 7:40pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	Ack! I'm being acknowledged as a beta! Nice work, Eldritch! I love the title! I guess this means that I need to get the last section you sent me back to you soon, doesn't it? -----signature----- Darth_Fruitcake: "LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!! TORTURE! HAHAHAH" http://valimar.warofthering.net/ Fan fiction and art of Middle-earth Up now: group reading of The Silmarillion
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Eldritch009 Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 7:51pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	LOL! Yes it does. Nah, take your time. That way, I have a great excuse for when posts are demanded. "Whatta ya mean, 'post more??'. Talk to my beta" -----signature----- Finished after 3.5 years: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=4294352&page=1
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Melyanna Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 7:56pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	Nice try, Eldritch. We all know it's just laziness on your part. Seriously, though, I'll get it to you sometime next week. But I happen to know that you've got more than this ready to go. -----signature----- Darth_Fruitcake: "LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!! TORTURE! HAHAHAH" http://valimar.warofthering.net/ Fan fiction and art of Middle-earth Up now: group reading of The Silmarillion
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Eldritch009 Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 8:03pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	Shhhhhhhhh!!! -----signature----- Finished after 3.5 years: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=4294352&page=1
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Melyanna Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 8:05pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	You're really going to enjoy having me as a beta. I can give away all your secrets... Just kidding! I would never dream of giving away any of the stories that I'm beta-reading for. -----signature----- Darth_Fruitcake: "LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!! TORTURE! HAHAHAH" http://valimar.warofthering.net/ Fan fiction and art of Middle-earth Up now: group reading of The Silmarillion
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Eldritch009 Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 8:30pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	Thank the maker that I didn't send you any of the main plot yet, then. For anyone else reading....this story will be long. Very long. Some of the posts might have a week in between (I'm not as quick as Melyanna, Womp or any other writer on the boards), but I'll try to keep it at a minimum. -----signature----- Finished after 3.5 years: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=4294352&page=1
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JadedofMara Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 8:41pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	::out of breath, running into thread:: jaina/jag? jaina/jag? wherewherewhere? OH! Here! To be serious, now, a great opening! I like to see jaina/jag stuff that cones from jags POV. that was interesting...so this is taking place right after balance point? -----signature----- "Is every third human in this galaxy named Solo?"-Khalee Lah "As for anything specific I wasn't allowed to do . . . let's just say Kyp Durron is a very lucky man."-TROY DENNING
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Eldritch009 Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 9:02pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	JoM: Yep. Thanks for joining in! And the same goes for Adi_Gallia_9 and Pixy_Girl53. Welcome! -----signature----- Finished after 3.5 years: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=4294352&page=1
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Melyanna Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 9:10pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	Eldritch, don't compare your posting habits to mine. I'm a freak of nature. In all seriousness, though, look at RebelMom. She's one of the most popular writers here, and there was nearly a month between her last two posts. Now, I wouldn't recommend that kind of spacing at the beginning of a piece, but if the writing is good, people will stick around. -----signature----- Darth_Fruitcake: "LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!! TORTURE! HAHAHAH" http://valimar.warofthering.net/ Fan fiction and art of Middle-earth Up now: group reading of The Silmarillion
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Eldritch009 Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 9:41pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	I won't....I decided that I need a reload 'button' before I post again. -----signature----- Finished after 3.5 years: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=4294352&page=1
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Melyanna Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 10/6/01 9:51pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	Meany. -----signature----- Darth_Fruitcake: "LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!! TORTURE! HAHAHAH" http://valimar.warofthering.net/ Fan fiction and art of Middle-earth Up now: group reading of The Silmarillion
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Eldritch009 Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 10/7/01 6:14am Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic) - Date Edited: 1/13/02 3:28am (1 edits total) Edited By: Eldritch009
	Oh, alright then. Here's the second chapter. ************ --==CHAPTER 2 - "Home and Away"==-- Jaina Solo entered the apartment the family owned on Coruscant. In the main living area she threw her backpack on the floor and slumped down in one of the seats. The view from the huge windows was stunning. Originally, Orowood Tower had been build as an enclave for Alderaanian refugees when that world had been destroyed, all those years ago. Pictures of the world hung on the wall above her. She might have liked it there, she thought, as she looked out to the planetwide city. But anything is better that this monstrosity of a city. She longed to take a bath and then sleep for hours. Ever since she had come back from Duro, she hadn’t gone from her mother’s side. Almost mortally wounded by the Yuuzhan Vong, her mother now received bacta treatment in a medical facility not far from the Orowood Tower. She had tried to convince her father to come with her but he wouldn’t leave his wife’s side. Finally, the medical staff had prepared a room for him, right next to Leia’s. Jacen and Anakin were both on their way to Yavin, to protect the students. Ever since the offer of the Yuuzhan Vong Warmaster Tsavong Lah, to stop their advancement in return for the lives of all the Jedi, people were attacking Jedi, trying to capture or kill them. Jaina knew that she should get off-planet as soon as possible. Her face was too widely known and it was only a matter of time before someone would recognize and try to capture her. She had already made arrangements to depart for Yavin in the morning. She had taken a leave of absence for an unknown period of time from her unit, Rogue Squadron. The unit’s commander, Gavin Darklighter, had given it immediately. He knew her life was in danger, even more so than being on the squadron ever would be. She sighed deeply and stood. She picked up the backpack and walked up the stairs to the second level where the bedrooms were located. She entered her own room and threw it on the bed. Then she undressed and went into the bathroom at the end of the hall. Half an hour later she emerged, refreshed for the moment. She laid down on the bed after putting the backpack and her clothes on one of the chairs that occupied the room. She flicked the vidscreen on with a remote and pulled some pillows behind her back. She watched the latest developments on the screen for some time and fell in a deep dreamless sleep during one of the gossip programs that speculated on her mother’s well being. The following morning she woke from the cold. She was still lying on top of the covers, the pillows had spread all over the bed. Groggily she sat up and made her way to the refresher station in a corner of the room. She looked at her image in the mirror and stuck her tongue out at the sight. Her hair was slowly growing back to a length acceptable for public appearance. It had been cut off on Duro to avoid infections that were spreading throughout the refugee population. Even her mother’s long and beautiful hair had been cut. She washed herself thoroughly and dressed into civilian clothes. It felt weird at first, not wearing military clothing or coveralls, and she fidgeted a little at the long skirt that whirled around her legs. When she viewed the final result in the mirror she made a face. She looked her age now. All she now needed was some makeup. If she was going to travel the streets as a young woman, she better put some on. She hated it. The sticky lipstick, the eye-dye…she felt like a doll for a three year old instead of a young woman, dressed for another day at work. The end result, while pretty, was something that was absolutely not her. All the better. She stuffed her coveralls, lightsaber and toolbelt in the backpack and closed the door behind her. In the living area she took one last look around and then left the apartment. She made it in good time. She approached the gate behind which the barracks stood where her squadron would be stationed when on-planet. Today it seemed deserted, aside from the guard that stood at the gatehouse. She approached him and showed him her pass-card. He eyed it and raised his weapon. “I’m sorry, m’am. I cannot let you enter these premises. Your pass-card belongs to someone else. You will come with me, now.” Jaina grinned to herself. She had done too good a job on her appearance. She knew this guard quite well. If he couldn’t see that it was her, no one could. She used the Force to cloud his mind. “My pass-card is fine. I may enter”, she said, willing the words into his mind. She felt a little guilt forming in the back of her mind. Uncle Luke wouldn’t approve her doing this. “Your pass-card is fine. You may enter”, the guard repeated and handed the card back to her. She quickly passed the gate and made her way to the barracks. Only then did she release her grip on his mind. The guard would think himself hallucinating, seeing things that simply weren’t there. Inside she changed her clothes into the coveralls and fastened the toolbelt around her waist. At the refresher station she cleaned her face, scrubbing away all the makeup. Finally she looked at her image in the mirror. Much better. She stuffed the dress back into the backpack and made her way to the hangar, where her fighter had been parked on the ferrocrete floor. Gavin had made sure that the fighter had been prepped and ready to go on a moments notice. Her R2 unit, Sparky, was already in his socket and greeted her with a warble. “Hey Sparky. Ready to go?” Another warble followed by a hoot. She had learned to interpret it as an acknowledgement. She climbed the ladder on the side and used the Force to get it at a safe distance from the fighter. She then asked the control tower clearance for take-off and waited until confirmation and slot-numbers came in. Then she engaged the repulsorlifts and drifted out of the hangar. As soon as the nose of the sleek fighter cleared the doors she pulled the yoke back and throttled up to cruising speed. She had to wait for nearly 15 minutes before she could pass through the shield that protected the world. She made her way to the jump point where she threw the lever. The fighter accelerated to impossible speeds, needed for the jump into hyperspace, and with a quite bang she left the system. ************ There ya go. -----signature----- Finished after 3.5 years: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=4294352&page=1
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JadedofMara Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 10/7/01 12:51pm Subject: RE: Lifeline - (Jaina/Jag Fic)
	Yay! Good! Thank you! Im guessing this is AU, since its not fitting in with the EoV stuff...oh well, thats fine, its what fanfic's about! Making your own story! Oh yeah, please dont wait like Rebelmom did...a month between each posts...thats only a good idea if the story has been going on for around a year...like RebelMom's. So in other words...more soon! -----signature----- "Is every third human in this galaxy named Solo?"-Khalee Lah "As for anything specific I wasn't allowed to do . . . let's just say Kyp Durron is a very lucky man."-TROY DENNING
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