Fix up, look sharp

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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...

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Jacen tilted his head slightly, his eyes locked on Ben. His expression was one of curiosity, very careful curiosity. Ben looked so much like his mother and father that Jacen could almost feel a shadow of a grin on his own face. Solo suddenly was fairly excited about Ben being here -- as odd as he seemed to be acting, Jacen was interested in getting to know his cousin and his views on the Force and the Order and so on.

But first, he knew he had to figure out why his cousin was acting distant. Jacen could tell from the body language and the feel he was getting through the Force from the air around them that Ben usually wasn't like this (he couldn't see his Aunt and Uncle letting their son act like this all the time). Inhaling deeply, Jacen shoved his hands in the crude pockets of his pants.

"Are you sure about that, Ben?"

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"Yeah," he said, speaking more firmly this time. "I mean, this place needs heroes to do something about the Ohm, and you're one of the biggest heroes from the Yuuzhan Vong War." It wasn't a lie, with Jacen as young as he was on this ship. He smiled. "And you're family." Which made it even worse when you turned into be a kriffing murderer -- but you weren't always like that. I remember.