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trans_92010-04-06 10:26 pm
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Fix up, look sharp
Jaina was where Jaina always was when she felt listless. The hangar. Though, today she isn't working on x-wings. They may have been looking a bit ropey in their ripe old age, but they had always been a reliable design and today she finds their current batch in annoyingly good condition. Certainly nothing that required any major maintenance and she wasn't about to try overclocking them closer to XJ3 standards without clearance.
No, she would need a project. The Falcon was off limits, but there were still a fair few small freighters and transports collecting dust in the back of the hangar. She paced the deck a few times, looking for one that shouted out at her. The one she eventually plumped for is a small, sleek, ray-like star yacht. They were a relatively common sight in the Core Worlds, popularised chiefly by young and affluent thrill-seekers, much to the chagrin of the freight haulers they swept up on the space lanes.
It was perfect. Smugglers liked to use them so she knew it would not only be fast but easily modifiable. The Terriks' Pulsar Skate was supposedly of the same design, though you'd never know by looking at it. And although she wouldn't have nearly enough parts for it yet, the young mechanic could pretty much gut the thing and rebuild it from scratch, exactly how she wanted it. And of course the longer it took, the better.
An hour later she has a section of the hangar bay cornered off to work on it and half-sits, half-lays amid a pool of schematics, scribbling over the interior layouts. Scrap the passengers' quarters for quads here, bolster the shield projectors there...
No, she would need a project. The Falcon was off limits, but there were still a fair few small freighters and transports collecting dust in the back of the hangar. She paced the deck a few times, looking for one that shouted out at her. The one she eventually plumped for is a small, sleek, ray-like star yacht. They were a relatively common sight in the Core Worlds, popularised chiefly by young and affluent thrill-seekers, much to the chagrin of the freight haulers they swept up on the space lanes.
It was perfect. Smugglers liked to use them so she knew it would not only be fast but easily modifiable. The Terriks' Pulsar Skate was supposedly of the same design, though you'd never know by looking at it. And although she wouldn't have nearly enough parts for it yet, the young mechanic could pretty much gut the thing and rebuild it from scratch, exactly how she wanted it. And of course the longer it took, the better.
An hour later she has a section of the hangar bay cornered off to work on it and half-sits, half-lays amid a pool of schematics, scribbling over the interior layouts. Scrap the passengers' quarters for quads here, bolster the shield projectors there...
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When his sister wrapped him up into a hug, Jacen was definitely surprised. In a good way though, of course. A wave of relief had washed over him and he pulled his arms up, returning Jaina's hug with a grin. He hoped she couldn't feel him shaking the slightest bit -- he had been so unnerved by how everyone he knew had been looking at him that he had been stuck in a sort of emotional rut.
He was good at getting stuck in those. Philosophical ones too.
"I..." He didn't know how to respond. But he tried to the best he could manage. Jacen figured his twin had been through a similar ordeal so she would understand. "Last thing I knew I was dozing off in our family's old apartment. It was after the war was over. The Yuuzhan Vong War." He was speaking into her dark hair and wiggling his nose as it tickled his face.
And he knew what she meant.
"I missed you too."
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"All I know is I'm here now."