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StormKnight Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 7/19/02 11:01pm Subject: Desperation (NJO J/J fic; UPDATED!! 3/21... yes, that's 3/21 2005!!) - Date Edited: 3/21/05 5:26pm (33 edits total) Edited By: StormKnight
	Desperation Timeframe: NJO Plot: Jaina Solo and Jagged Fel take on the Yuuzhan Vong while learning about themselves in the process. Consider this an anonymously published story. I did not write it, but I'll be posting it and being the intermediary between the author and the adoring public. Without further chatter from me, ~~~ This is an AU Jaina/Jag fic, beginning somewhere along the storyline of Rebel Dream. I've borrowed certain details, especially at the beginning, from Aaron Allston, so I give credit for all the good stuff to him. The rest is my own sad attempt at writing NJO. ~~~ "Break left, goddess." Jaina Solo responded instinctively to the command over her comm, twisting her stick sideways and sending her X-wing into a sharp turn. A burst of plasma shot by her starboard wing. "Thank you, Jedi Master." Her X-wing rolled back over and continued along its path, laser cannons spitting fire at the coralskippers that danced around Twin Suns Squadron. Behind her, Kyp Durron's X-wing, as well as an Imperial clawcraft piloted by Jagged Fel, dropped back into neat formation. "Twin Suns, this is your goddess. One flight is headed for the frigate." Clicks over the comm acknowledged her order, and her flight group darted toward the frigate at the edge of the melee. "Running interference for you, Lead." More Twin Suns starfighters danced around in her field of vision, turning skips into burning coral. Jaina and her flight continued on an intercept course, headed for the mass of living rock that loomed ahead. Their lasers strafed the surface of the frigate, mostly absorbed by the dovin basals that opened up to swallow the red beams. They looped around, dodging the plasma that the frigate belched out at their tiny starfighters. "Jedi Master, you have lead," Jaina said. "Acknowledged, goddess, launching initial torpedoes... now." A pair of blue streaks shot out of Kyp's X-wing, headed right into a yawning black hole in the frigate's side. As the Jedi Master's torpedoes approached their target, Jaina and Jag each fired a pair of follow-up torpedoes, situated along a line slightly higher than Kyp's had been. "Kyp, detonate on my mark. Three, two, one, mark." Jaina and her wingmates looped around again, in time to watch Kyp's torpedoes detonate right before they were swallowed, releasing more energy than the dovin basal could absorb at one time. The artificial gravity well collapsed for a moment, leaving a portion of the frigate unprotected as the second and third pairs of torpedoes slammed into its side, a ball of fire blossoming out. The yorik coral shuddered under the impact, atmosphere venting out into the void of space. "Two and three flight here to finish the job, Lead." The other X-wings moved in to finish the crippled ship, accompanied by various E-wings. Volley after volley of laser-fire chewed away at the remaining exposed coral, accompanied by the occasional torpedo. A new voice crackled over the comm. "Twin Suns, this is Control. Mission accomplished, you may return to base." "Acknowledged, Control. Twin Suns, good work, return to Borleias." The Yuuzhan Vong frigate exploded brilliantly as Jaina and her squadron descended into the atmosphere of Borleias, home of the new Rebel Alliance. -----signature----- I'm not ashamed to let you know I want this light in me to show I'm not afraid to speak the name of Jesus Christ -Newsboys
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Jedi-Princess-Solo Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 7/19/02 11:06pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written)
	Great start so far -----signature----- "Fight until you can fight no longer, then exhaust the enemy chasing you, and turn and fight some more." -Leia Solo in SbS "Love can ignite the stars..." -RotS novelization "Even the stars die out, Anakin Skywalker..." -RotS novelization
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tendra_217 Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 7/19/02 11:10pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written)
	Nice start. -----signature----- He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot. - Groucho Marx My Icons http://www.tendra217.ca/Icons Sleepy Isle - Gwen Turlington
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Saber-of-Light Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 7/20/02 1:12pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written)
	Great start! Saber -----signature----- Fear me, for I am a Grammar Communist! Grumpy-Crusty-Elitist-Midbie at your service. yume wa kanaimashita ka?
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Mira_Terrik Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 7/20/02 5:16pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written)
	Great beginning! Looking forward to seeing where this is going! -----signature----- "It's worse than that." - Hobbie, SoA "The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation." - G'kar Babylon 5 "I am a leaf on the wind - watch how I soar." - Wash, Serenity
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Gr-Adm-Thrawn Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 7/21/02 9:45am Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written)
	a most interesting start ! the Admiral -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=8046933 - Rebel Heart Part 2 : Fathers and Sons - Co-written with MIRA_TERRIK http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=7507111 - the Slicer
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Rogue11JS Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 7/21/02 10:53am Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written)
	Great Loved it!!! -----signature----- Proud Jedi Master Of TenelKaJedi-RIP my friend JEDI BLOOPERS: http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/11488158/?474 Dont mess with me and my 64 personalities My life or hers:http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/11343662/?420 Yub
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StormKnight Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 7/21/02 5:13pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written) - Date Edited: 7/21/02 9:14pm (1 edits total) Edited By: StormKnight
	Hey, gang, thanks for all the support; I know the author appreciates it. The story definitely picks up with this post, in my opinion. Desperation, part two: ~~~ Author’s note: I am reading this, although I can’t post, so feel free to make comments to me. Also, one more thing: Storm is too modest. He doesn’t just post this story, he beta reads it, and is absolutely wonderful. Complains about everything I write and makes countless corrections, but wonderful nevertheless. A big thanks to Storm. ~~~ The pilots lounge – a redecorated information center – was moderately full, with Twin Suns pilots drinking to their latest victory and other miscellaneous pilots milling around. Conversations were generally quiet, punctuated by occasional laughter. Circular tables were scattered in random patterns around the mid-sized room, and the pilots downed glasses of mediocre quality ale and whiskey. Everything about the pilots lounge, Jaina concluded, was unremarkably mundane – except for the pilots. The pilots were all extraordinary. She felt a little stab of pride as she glanced around the drab room. Different species and genders were represented, but they all shared two things: dedication to cause they fought for, and a love for flying. She saw members of her squadron discussing their latest encounter with the Vong, waving their hands excitedly to describe individual dogfights and tactics. After her uncle had given her command of the squadron, there had been precious little time – or desire, she admitted – to get to know her pilots. Twin Suns Two, Jedi Master Kyp Durron, sitting on a couch opposite her, was already well known to her. Twin Suns Four, Mik Lei, was engaged in a conversation with her wingmate Gev Andorja, Twin Suns Five. The two, as far as Jaina could tell, got along famously. Twin Suns Six and Eleven, Nekke Thal and Tilath Keer, were out on foot patrol in the jungle, a duty occasionally required of pilots who were groundside. Twin Suns Seven was, like herself, Corellian: Storm Indrews was quick to smile, and even quicker to play practical jokes. He had an ego worthy of the Corellian pilot tradition, but his skills lived up to his boasting. At that moment, Storm happened to be trying to entertain Zindra Daine, a human female from Alderaan who flew as Twin Suns Eight. Emphasis on “trying,” thought Jaina with a smirk. Zindra, a pretty woman with dark brown hair and an attractive figure, seemed content to ignore Storm’s antics. There were three spots on the Twin Suns roster – nine, ten, and twelve – that weren’t filled by any specific pilot. The command structure of the squadron had shifted dramatically when she acquired it, and it had been a few weeks before they put together the roster they currently had. They had four or five semi-regular pilots that practiced with them occasionally in the empty roster spots, but those pilots were often off serving in other missions. Note to self, thought Jaina worriedly. Ask Wedge to find me permanent pilots. And then there was Twin Suns Three. Colonel Jagged Fel, arrogant, Imperial, and a brilliant pilot. Killer good looks. Arrogant. Detached. Arrogant. Physically impressive. Arrogant. Cold. Arrogant. Oh, did I mention arrogant? Jaina frowned slightly. She didn’t try to deny it to herself – she had a Death Star-sized crush on Jag. But it was just a crush – it would pass in time. I hope. Since he’s so cold and condescending. Not to mention arrogant. “Who’s arrogant?” Kyp asked, interrupting her reverie. “Ehhm…” Jaina frowned and blushed furiously. Sitting next to a Jedi Master warranted watching her thoughts closely. “No one in particular.” Jag didn’t often join the pilots in the lounge – he seemed to put himself above such things. He did, on occasion, on Jaina’s order, deign to join them, because she believed that pilots who were more closely knit would fly better together. Of course, when Jag made his brief appearances in the pilot’s lounge, he didn’t get closer to anyone. And he still managed to out-fly almost all of them. Kyp’s voice interrupted her thoughts again. “What’s on your mind?” “I’m just sort of… tired of this war, I guess,” Jaina sighed. She stirred her cup of caf a few times, then took a big gulp. ”I want to quit.” Kyp nodded, drawing his face into a solemn mask. “You do it for the good of the galaxy. The Jedi have an obligation to protect the poor innocent civilians from the evils of the Yuuzhan Vong, and you, as a pilot and Jedi—“ He ducked, laughing as Jaina threw a cushion at him. “You do not amuse, Durron,” she said, glaring at him. “This stupid war has taken so much from me, and I haven’t managed to gain any sort of benefit from it whatsoever.” Kyp gazed at her, seriously this time. The war had indeed been long and hard, especially for Jaina Solo. She'd lost both her brothers and countless friends. It was a wonder that she was still talking straight, much less flying against the heart of theYuuzhan Vong and playing mind games with them. Emotionally stable wasn't quite the term, but whatever she was, it warranted respect. “Oh, I wouldn’t say no benefit at all.” He smiled sadly at her. “You’ve developed new skills, met new friends, enhanced relationships, encountered new experiences - " “Yeah, like being a goddess,” Jaina interrupted, smirking at him. “That in itself is enough reason to want to keep this war going, huh?” Kyp grinned. “Maybe for some people. But you were never the power hungry type.” His eyes widened in mock horror. “Or is this a side of Jaina Solo we’ve never seen before? Maybe you being a goddess isn’t such a good idea.” “What are you talking about, Durron? The only reason I enjoy being goddess is because I get to order you around.” Jaina’s face was impassive, and Kyp almost believed she was serious - until her self-control slipped and she waggled her eyebrows mischievously at him. They were ready to collapse into a fit of laughter when the sound of a throat clearing startled them into turning around. Jaina immediately felt a blush spread over her face, for none other than Colonel Jagged Fel stood there, face expressionless, holding a datapad in his hand. Jaina took a short breath, willing the blood to leave her cheeks. “Did you need something, Colonel?” He handed her the datapad he had been holding. “Analysis of squadron performance in our last skirmish with the Vong. Thought you might be interested.” Jaina accepted the datapad, not even looking at it. Her steady gaze remained fixed on Jag. “Thank you, Colonel,” she deadpanned. “I’m sure it will be an interesting read.” She had intended the remark to be slightly sarcastic, but it didn’t faze Jag in the slightest. He gave her a small nod, then turned on his heel and walked out. “Impossible man,” Jaina muttered. She glanced at the datapad, then put it in one of the pockets of her flight suit. “What, you don’t find the arrogance appealing?” Kyp’s eyes twinkled at her, and she knew he realized who she had been thinking about Jag earlier. Try as she might to prevent it, the blush crept into her cheeks again. Her gaze, however, was cool as she leveled him with a famous Solo glare. “I’ll be seeing you around, Jedi Master. I have a meeting with General Antilles now, if you’ll excuse me.” "Mmhmm. Sure..." Jaina just rolled her eyes and stood up. She turned to leave. "Jaina?" "What?" "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Really." She turned again and left. Kyp frowned after her retreating form. Impossible man, impossible woman. I wonder if… nah. ~~~ “The infidels at Borleias have destroyed Commander Morak’s frigate, Warmaster.” Tsavong Lah tapped the position of Borleias on the star chart with a clawed finger. “Am I to be concerned? Did we not predict that such losses would occur if we attempted to retake Borleias now? The commander’s mission was to gather data, not retake the planet. In this, he failed. You cannot retake a planet with one frigate.” He sighed at the incompetence of his subordinates. “The infidels can have their planet for now. I want the Jeedai Jaina Solo. Yun Yammka will have his sacrifice.” The subcommander before him responded with the proper amount of respect. “Her presence on Borleias is confirmed, Warmaster. But our forces on the ground at Borleias are not sufficient to carry out any sort of operation.” The Warmaster turned to face the underling. “There is a legend of a warrior called Niwran Tih, who desired a favor of a priest,” he mused thoughtfully. “It was a small detail, but the priest was unwilling. Niwran Tih seized the priest’s temple, and refused to let the priest sacrifice to Yun Yuuzhan until the request was granted. A base and brutish method, but an effective one.” The warrior frowned, unable to comprehend. Tsavong Lah grimaced in annoyance at having to explain. “So we must learn from this story. The ground forces may not be able to bring me Jaina Solo, but surely they are not so incompetent that they can bring me no one at all. Do you understand, subcommander? I wish for a hostage. The Jeedai is compassionate. She will come to rescue her own. And she will fall within our grasp.” Tsavong Lah clenched his hand in anticipation, basking in his pain as his claws dug into the palm of his hand. The subcommander lowered his head. “I bow to the superior wisdom of the Warmaster.” ~~~ -----signature----- I'm not ashamed to let you know I want this light in me to show I'm not afraid to speak the name of Jesus Christ -Newsboys
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tendra_217 Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 7/21/02 5:23pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written)
	Good post. It is nice to see the intro of some of the twin suns pilots. -----signature----- He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot. - Groucho Marx My Icons http://www.tendra217.ca/Icons Sleepy Isle - Gwen Turlington
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Leah-Beth Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 7/21/02 5:28pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written)
	Wow, good story so far! I'm looking forward to where you go with this! -----signature----- Jedida watches my back Continuation (Jaina/Jag): http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=8072867&page=1 Death Isn't Always Permanent (Corran/Mirax): http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=8418018&page=1 See my bio for my other fics
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Master_Jaina1011 Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 7/21/02 5:41pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written)
	Cool. another yet J/J fic. dont yah just love them. impossible man. impossible woman. I wonder if . . . nah classic, classic. i want more. -----signature----- "Because Narrow is the gate and difficult is the way that leads to life and there are few who find it" Matthew 7:14 I am Myself. No one Else.
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_Tenel_Ka_ Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 7/21/02 5:49pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written)
	I liked the bit from the Yuuzhan Vong's point of view, no one seems to do that. The characterizations are good too! -----signature----- Sister to _Alisas_Silverleaf_ "One day love just hits you with a flash, leaves you staring blindly just like a photograph..."
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RangerPrincess Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 7/21/02 11:50pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written; updated 7/21)
	Two words that get to the point: Post soon -----signature----- "You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you!"--Obi-Wan to Darth Vader "I am your reward, you don't find me handsome?"--Darth Vader "I HATE YOU!"--my three-year-old cousin or Anakin? chiss_man is my e-ewok
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StormKnight Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 7/22/02 3:17pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written; updated 7/21)
	Thanks for the feedback, I know the author appreciates it. Another post will probably be coming soon, within the next couple days. -----signature----- I'm not ashamed to let you know I want this light in me to show I'm not afraid to speak the name of Jesus Christ -Newsboys
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StormKnight Registered: Jun '01	Date Posted: 7/24/02 4:16pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written; updated 7/21) - Date Edited: 7/25/02 10:25am (1 edits total) Edited By: StormKnight
	Whoops, forgot to add the customary disclaimer at the beginning: Star Wars and everything associated with it belongs to the Great Flannelled One. No money is being made from this story, and no infringement is intended, etc. etc. However, if you want to post this story somewhere else, please let me know first. Anyway… thanks for the encouragement, everyone. ~~~ The conference room was small, but well-lit and clear of any listening devices. The inner circle of the Resistance was grouped around various charts and tables, discussing strategy. Wedge Antilles was positioned at the head of the table, with Iella by his side. “Operation Aggressive Exodus: preparation for abandoning Borleias,” he announced, pointing at an illuminated blip on one of the charts. The map zoomed into that sector, showing green-and-blue world not unlike Borleias. “This is Yeltha III. It’s on the outer edge of the Vong occupation, has just about the same strategic value as our current position. Except it can be a kick in the teeth to the Vong when we give them Borleias easily, then take Yeltha instead. When the anticipated Vong offensive against Borleias comes, we’ll evacuate to Yeltha, arriving very much in the same way we arrived here; it’s lightly defended, so we’ll assault it, then settle down.” Wedge gestured at Iella. “My wife will be organizing the ground strike. A more thorough briefing and tactics discussion will follow soon, but make sure your forces are ready to go at a moment’s notice. We anticipate a Vong offensive here within two weeks. Any questions?” Luke’s voice asked quietly, “What kind of resistance do we expect?” “Moderate, at best. In terms of the battle in space, I’m going to let Jaina coordinate that, although I’ll definitely be looking over her shoulder. We’re still looking for ways to push the psychological front of the war, and that means Jaina’s ideas are most important. On the ground, there is a small Vong base, spread out over one square kilometer. If the attack fails, however unlikely that may be, we’ll just jump into hyperspace and have temporary fleet headquarters, like we did before the strike at Endor.” Wedge offered a little smile. “I know all of you are dying to fight the Vong, just as eager as we were to fight the Empire.” A sarcastic voice chimed in, “When we were very, very young.” Scattered chuckles broke outs at Han Solo’s dry remark. Wedge nodded, a twinkle in his eye. “Some of us were very young. But the new generation has risen up to defend their galaxy, and we old people have to give them some elbow room. If there’s no more questions, you all can go back to whatever you were doing." The little room blossomed into conversations on various topics as people filed into the corridor outside. As Jaina was about to join them, she heard Wedge's voice. "Jaina, a moment please.” Jaina shouldered her way over to Wedge, wondering what he wanted to discuss with her. When the room was empty except for him and her, Wedge spoke. “Are you familiar with Wraith Squadron?” “From a purely historical standpoint, sure,” Jaina shrugged. “I know as much as the next guy.” “Never interacted with them on a personal level?” “Nope.” “I’m assigning a pair of Wraiths to you. You may find their personalities somewhat… overbearing at first, but I assure you they are charming in their own unique way.” Jaina nodded, uncertain as to what purpose the Wraiths were supposed to serve. “And…” “And, they will help you wage your psychological war on the Yuuzhan Vong. The Wraiths specialize in intelligence gathering, special ops, and torturing their commanding officers. They’re also pilots, so they can fly in Twin Suns with you.” “This goddess thing is a pain,” grumbled Jaina. “Now I can’t just think up ways to kill the Yuuzhan Vong, I have to think up ways that will make me seem like Yun-Harla.” “Lieutenant, if you were anyone else, if you had any less Solo in your blood, we wouldn’t be able to use this opportunity to our full advantage. But because you are who you are, and you have the abilities that you have, all of us know you can do it.” Wedge clapped her on the shoulder for a brief moment, then nodded tightly. “Dismissed, Lieutenant.” ~~~ Jaina lay on her stomach across the canopy of her X-wing, toes pointed toward the anterior portion of the fuselage, tinkering with the shield generator and muttering ancient Corellian curses to herself. She appreciated Wedge's vote of confidence, but that didn't make playing goddess any more fun. She slammed the hydrospanner down in frustration. "Looks like you need some help." She looked up, startled at the sudden appearance of Jagged Fel, and immediately felt her cheeks redden. "Yea... no! No, I'm fine," she blurted. Sith, he’s got to stop sneaking up on me like that! Jag just looked at her. "I'm okay." Jaina sighed, and picked up the hydrospanner again. "Just reconfiguring shield patterns." She thought about thanking him, but decided that would seem over-affectionate. Jag shook his head. "Your shield patterns are fine. Your time could be better spent realigning your upper port cannon. It's off by several millimeters, and it was hurting you yesterday against the Vong." Jaina glared at him, both admiring and being disgusted by his powers of observation. Mostly, though she was seething inside. "Thank you," she said, her tone icy. "But I can take care of my own fighter." Jag gazed at her for a lingering moment, as if he didn't quite believe her last statement. "If you're going to survive next time against a halfway decent opponent, you'll do as I suggest." He turned to leave. She didn't respond, only continued to reconfigure her shields. The door closed loudly behind Jag. Jaina exhaled just as loudly, then shifted over to realign her laser cannon. -----signature----- I'm not ashamed to let you know I want this light in me to show I'm not afraid to speak the name of Jesus Christ -Newsboys
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lexu Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 7/24/02 5:33pm Subject: RE: Desperation (Jaina/Jag NJO fic, anonymously written; updated 7/24)
	This is very good. Jaina's character is dead on. Keep up the excellent work. -----signature----- just when you found it, it's gone just when you feel it, you don't
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