This is a continuation of sorts. You can find the first post as the very first entry on the Jag/Jaina November challenge thread....HERE. If you are apathetic, and don't feel like hitting the link to see the first post...no biggie; I'll give you a fill-in. This post takes place during the Chiss/Killik war. The Jedi participated in the opening altercations, and there were repercussions on the Fel household, as Jag had vouched on their behalf. I won't get any more detailed than that, or I would be drifting into spoiler territory, and the black highlighting reminds me of the blotches they used to put across the naughty parts of magazine covers so you couldn't see the important stuff... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [image=http://images12.fotki.com/v254/photos/4/43264/149887/fuifinal-vi.jpg] Title: The FOOL & the USEFUL IDIOT Author(s): Trepidation Timeframe: Speculative on The Swarm War Characters: J/J/Z H/L The Fel?s, etc? Genre: Angst, tension, adventure, romance, humor Keywords: Killik, Jedi, Fel, Fool, Chiss, Nuruodo Summary: A man who follows his heart at the expense of all else is a ?fool.? A woman who compromises her own identity in pursuit of justice she can no longer define, is a ?useful idiot.? In the backdrop of the Swarm War it remains to be seen as to whether blind allegiance to others will be the undoing of themselves, and all that they used to cherish. Notes: Updated more frequently than the burger count on the McDonald?s sign ?Colonel.? Jaina said as a greeting while walking towards the perfectly still silhouette of Jagged Fel. She had resigned herself to never seeing him again. He had made that abundantly clear those many weeks ago in the conference room on board the Chiss flagship, Reliant. But, here he was, out of the blue, turning up on Vek?Mor in the midst of a battle lull. How he had found her she had no idea. He seemed to be evaluating his surroundings from her angle. In truth, he was collecting his wits that had been jostled by the enormous presence of assassin bugs and various breeds of others drumming noisily as if in an effort to buoy confidence and spirit to their collective. Jag turned to the voice and saw the scruffy tag-along Jedi right at her shoulder. The very sight raised the fortitude for what he was there to say. He felt the rise of his blood pushing him forward. ?Lose him.? He said while pointing to Zekk. ?This conversation is only between us.? ?You can trust us.? Jaina said without offering an expression or deciphering tone. ?I do not care if I can trust him or not.? Jag responded. ?What I have to say has nothing to do with him.? ?If you are here to speak with us?.? ??then it has everything to do with us.? Zekk finished. Jag shook his head. ?No.? He simply responded. ?Had I come to talk to Jedi Zekk, I would be asking the same of you, Jaina.? ?Sorry, Colonel?? Jaina started. Before Zekk could add to the words, Jag broke in. ?I am no longer a Colonel.? He said while staring down the shaggy Jedi at her side. ?I have been relieved of duty and, at this moment, my father is incarcerated on Csilla in wait of trial on sedition. Had I not departed my home expeditiously, I would be rotting in a similar cell.? ?We don?t see how?? ??that concerns us.? Zekk finished. Jag nodded and then morphed into a resigning shake of his head. ?No, I do not suppose that you would.? He said while boring his eyes into Jaina. ?That would require you to evaluate based on your personal ideology, and not the collective meddling of others.? ?Get to the point Jag?? ??so that we can return to our preparations.? There was impatience and annoyance in both tones. Jag stared for a long moment between the two while collecting his thoughts before turning fully to Jaina.