Zekk

Not a Tree. Not a Sith. Not a street rat. Not a bounty hunter. Not a bug. He's Zekk. Just Zekk. A child of Enth who touched the Dark and then turned back to the Light; a longstanding and loyal friend through thick and thin and war and weird bug-mind-melds. Really not a Tree. ~ LEGENDS EU & CANON VERSES ~

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Aunting

kadbejetiise​:

Jaina raised one eyebrow at the vibrosword. “You didn’t kill her, did you?” she asked, obviously joking.

“And I couldn’t tell you. I have never raised any Force-sensitive child, and I am more than reasonably sure that, yeah, I was exactly that much work. Just… no Nexxu.”

She shook her head. “Nah. I have my mind made up. Besides, at this point the thing is the size of a topato. Not really too much trouble to look after right now.” She patted her stomach. To be fair, she wasn’t 100% sure of the size accuracy, but she couldn’t be far off.

“Decides for sure, have you?” Jaina asked. “What made you decide that?”

“Depends which ‘her’ you mean,” Taryn retorted, being deliberately obtuse. She flopped into the nearest chair and took a deep drag of her fruit cooler. “In the Hapan Cluster we try to be a little more specific with that pronoun.”

“Anyway, you grew up in a whole jungle ruin packed-full of Force Sensitive kiddies, didn’t you?” Taryn continued complacently. “So you should know all about it. Try and think back, and reassure me by telling me that they aren’t all as much work as you -- and that Allana is going to grow into being less work than you are, please!”

It was only mostly a joke. Taryn adored Jaina -- but Taryn adored many things that were difficult, usually precisely because they were difficult. Being responsible for keeping said difficult things alive, on the other hand, was another matter altogether.

“And what do you mean?” she asked in response to Jaina’s following question. “What’s to decide?” She laughed -- more of a cackle, really. “We’re just not. What a bizarre idea...”

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Academy Anecdotes

dutyanddurasteel​:

“I don’t have a stake in any fight,” Jag shook his head. “I am just surprised. It’s not like Jaina’s parents to leave her without vital information and so I am a little bit shocked by the oversight.” 

He wasn’t even going to touch sweetie. Half the time he wasn’t sure if Zekk was calling him that to rile him or because Zekk still had a hard time keeping Jaina’s thoughts and his own separate. And, honestly, he wasn’t in the mood to find out today.  He sighed. “Of course it’s ‘okay’. She’s allowed to make her own choices. I just don’t like that she didn’t want to talk about it with me, is all. I”m her husband. There aren’t supposed to be things we don’t talk about. And, if I’m honest, I especially don’t know that I like that not only could she talk to you about it, but she could send you as some sort of emissary.”  Jag was glad that Jaina and Zekk had reconnected on Shedu Maad. Really, he was. He wanted Jaina to have friends and he really didn’t have any bad feelings towards Zekk. Well, not a lot of them. Sometimes, he just couldn’t help being a little bit jealous of the closeness that Jaina and Zekk still seemed to share. Even if he fully believed that it was more platonic now than it had ever been. That much was obvious. Still, there was something sort of frustrating about this whole scenario. “So what? I don’t ever mention it to her again?” he asked. “Because that seems very implausible at this point…”

Zekk didn’t say anything, but he thought it was interesting to compare Jag’s more limited experiences with the Organa-Solos to his own lengthier one. In recent years, the family had embraced the importance of sharing intelligence as a matter of necessary safety as opposed to preserving secrets under the premise of protecting people from unpleasant truths. It wasn’t hard to understand the cause of the shift, of course: Jaina was older now, and thus ostensibly in less need of being “protected” from things her parents would have rather not told her, and they had furthermore all lived through a war together. Zekk had known Jaina since they were both kids, and sunk deep in the “you’ll understand when you’re older” category. Jag, on the other hand, had only entered the picture once the war was already underway; he had never seen Jaina’s parents deal with her a child.

It was still funny to hear Jag’s statement, and think back to all the times in the past that attempts by adults to keep their kids safe had led them into trouble.

Bringing that up wasn’t likely to amuse Jag, though. Especially not right now.

(Part of Zekk was tempted to bring it up explicitly because of that, but that wasn’t a part of himself that Zekk let out to play often. Not when it mattered, anyway. And Jag, apparently, had decided this was something that did.)

Instead Zekk shrugged. “Mention whatever you like. Talk about whatever you like. I’m not your marriage counselor, Jag, and I’m not your commanding officer. I’m Jaina’s friend, and so she asked me to spare her a potentially painfully awkward revelation. Which, as it turns out, was unnecessary because you already knew all about it.” Which Zekk still thought was hilarious, even as he found Jag’s sensitivity grating. “But since we didn’t know you knew, I came to make sure you did, because she didn’t want to keep a secret from you. And now everybody knows that everybody knows, huzzah.”

He raised an eyebrow and added drily, “The two of you can discuss your respective fathers’ torrid affair exactly as much or as little as you want to from now on. That is a choice that I am going to leave completely in your hands. I’ve officially now spent way more time and energy thinking about Han Solo’s sex life than I ever planned to. And way way more time thinking about Soontir Fel’s than I ever, ever wanted. Ball’s in your smashball court now, hon.”

[ashadelighterthanblack]

kadbejetiise​:

Jaina turned her head sharply to glare at Zekk, but then winced a bit as the motion sent a line of fire through her injured shoulder. 

“I’m fine. Honestly. Just a little banged-up is all,” she knew that shrugging was an absolute no-go, so she settled for an exasperated expression. Of course, she knew that the line of blood on the front of her flightsuit probably didn’t do much to sell her story, either. 

Ultimately, she knew she was headed for yet another long bacta bath. These days, she felt like she saw more of it than even Hobbie Klivian. 

“Yeah,” Zekk nodded placidly in apparent agreement, “you’re ‘just a little banged-up’ in the same way that your dad’s ship is ‘just a little banged-up’ whenever it finishes dancing with a half-squadron of TIEs by itself. In other words, absolutely perfectly fine.”

He extended an arm, letting Jaina decide whether to lean on it, lean into it, motion for him to pick her up and carry her, or rebuff the offer of support altogether -- although in the latter case, Zekk knew he would end up carrying her sooner or later when impossible stubbornness met human limitation and lost.

“Maybe we’ll go get you patched-up anyway, just to spare the maintenance droids having to follow around and clean-up the leaking, how’s that sound?”

[kadbejetiise]

Curtain Call

[ashadelighterthanblack]

kadbejetiise‌:

“I haven’t been to a play in years,” she told him, shrugging. “Like… many, many years. My mom got tired of trying to get me to sit still for that long.” 

She sighed. He was totally right about the dress clothes. She hadn’t really thought about that part so much. “Ugh. You’re right. It totally means dress clothes.”  “On the bright side, it also means wine, so you know… We can get plastered if the play sucks. Also, we could go to dinner beforehand I suppose. Like civilized people do. They go to dinner and theatres, right? I think I saw that in a holovid once…” 

Zekk laughed; he could certainly understand that. While Jaina could demonstrate the sort of patience that would frustrate even a Caamasi when she was fixated on something -- usually an engine -- when her attention wasn’t engaged, she fidgeted more than a gorgy-bird. “Your poor mom,” he said, clucking his tongue in mock (mostly mock) dismay. “Sometimes I’m amazing she made it through your childhood without turning to the Dark Side herself.”

And sometimes he was so forcibly reminded of his rich was the world that Jaina came from that it was almost physically staggering. It wasn’t as though he ever forgot, of course -- too much of their shared childhood, and his own youthful idiocy, had been predicated on exactly that social gap -- but every now and then, she said or did something that brought the reminder home with startling vividness. This was one of them...

But Zekk had learned, years ago, to take such reminders in stride, so all he did now was shrug blithely at the look of disappointment on her face. “It could be worse,” he pointed out. “It could be dress uniforms.” He snickered, knowing how Jaina felt about those.

His smirk broadened as she expanded on their plans. “Why Jaina Solo, if I didn’t know better I’d say it sounded like you were concocting a scheme to take advantage of me. Wine? Dinner? Civilized people? Who do you think we are?”

[kadbejetiise]

Curtain Call

@ashadelighterthanblack “Do you want to go to a play?” Jaina asked, dropping onto the sofa next to Zekk. She lifted her legs to rest them across his lap and smiled over at him. They didn’t really ever do stuff like that, but she didn’t see why they couldn’t.  “Mom and Dad had tickets, but now Dad isn’t feeling well. I thought maybe we could go.”  She wasn’t actually sure if Zekk even liked the theatre, but she thought it might be fun for them to do something together that wasn’t Jedi stuff or fixing things. 

[ashadelighterthanblack]

“A play?” Zekk couldn’t have stopped his eyebrows from raising halfway to his hairline if he’d been paid to try. It wasn’t often that Jaina surprised him these days -- nor he, her; they were too much of an us still, even after all of Uncle/Master-Luke/Skywalker’s hard work. But this had done it. He frowned thoughtfully. “I’m not sure I’ve ever been to a play.”

A few years ago, that sort of admission would have had to be wrung out of him nearly at blaster-point; a few years ago, he would have done his best to pretend that of course he had been to plays, many plays, knew all about them, yep, big play expert here...and it was precisely that sort of crap that had led to him eating decorative flowers and joining an academy devoted to the Dark Side.

Zekk’s life might be pretty weird by most being’s standards these days, and certainly was far from perfect, but that didn’t mean he had any nostalgia for the idiot he’d been before. “Sure,” he said finally, shrugging. “A play...why not?” He raised a hand and poked Jaina’s coverall-covered knees. “Does this mean dress clothes?” he asked, smirking.

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Aunting

@kadbejetiise​

Taryn Zel walked through the door without salutation, tugging her tangled red curls free of their golden pins and shaking her head to loosen them. “Stang, I’m tired. Are all Force Sensitive kids that much work?” she asked, plopping an elegant-but-functional vibrosword on the counter. Its pearly blade was dulled somewhat by a faint reddish-brown smear that looked suspiciously like dried blood. “I don’t remember her being that hard to look after when she was little,” Taryn continued, bending down to root through the stasis-cooler for a beverage. She cracked the seal and straightened, finally turning to face Jaina.

“Makes me real glad Zekk and I aren’t having kids,” Taryn laughed then raised an eyebrow. “Sure you and Mister Duraspine aren’t going to rethink things?” she asked teasingly.

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Academy Anecdotes

[ashadelighterthanblack]

dutyanddurasteel‌:

“Well, I don’t exactly think that my father is writing about it in his personal diary either,” Jag said, raising an eyebrow at Zekk. “But it just seems like the sort of thing that you give someone a tip on before they’re caught off-guard like Jaina clearly was.” 

He hated to think that his failure to tell her something that he thought she would already know had caused her any distress. He just genuinely had never considered that she wouldn’t know this. Why wouldn’t her parents have made sure that she knew? Why wouldn’t they have told her something that could rattle her like this obviously had? It made no sense.  “Well, Force. I am sorry that she was so… distraught about it. Like I said, had I known, I certainly would have told her. It definitely isn’t the sort of thing that you want to just… overhear, I suppose.” He shook his head. “But why couldn’t she just have come and tell me herself? Why did she need to send you?” 

 Zekk held out his hands palm-out in surrender and said, “Hey, don’t look at me. I have absolutely no opinions on parent-child interactions. You want to argue that one, you’re going to have to do it with someone who has a stake in the fight, sweetie.” Most of what Zekk knew about interrelations between parents and their offspring came from the Organa-Solo family, in fact, and from what he’d seen of the rest of the galaxy’s reactions to that clan, he had a feeling they weren’t exactly baseline standard -- but what did he know?

Well, he knew that if Jaina and Jag wanted to start a fight over that, he was keeping his distance -- this time. Of course, Jag looked more baffled than angry...but that didn’t necessarily mean that a fight wouldn’t boil up out of things, not with them. Fortunately their fights were usually as short as they were heated, so Zekk wasn’t actually worried...

But maybe it did make him a little curt when he answered Jag. “Because she didn’t want to talk about it, obviously, and because we decided I would feel a lot less awkward raising the subject with you than she would.” They had, in fact, figured that Zekk wouldn’t feel awkward at all which hadn’t been the case -- but still, it had been better than Jaina would have done, he was sure. “So we sent me to make life easier for all of us. Is that okay with you?”

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Academy Anecdotes

[ashadelighterthanblack]

dutyanddurasteel‌:

Jag blinked a few times, took another drink of his water, and blinked again. Then, he shook his head. 

“That is what this is about?” he asked, incredulous. “Of course I knew that. My father told me years ago. He told me way back when I first got involved with Jaina on the off chance that it ever came up. He didn’t want Han to be able to blind-side me with that information.”  Just as Zekk was trying to do now, he supposed. Still, to be fair, if the tables were reversed, Jag would be no less cheerful about delivering the news.

 “I assumed that her father told her. Why would he not? Why would he put Jaina out there to be surprised by that information?” He sighed, shaking his head again in disbelief. Honestly, sometimes, with this family, it was as if they didn’t understand the concept of need to know. 

Zekk blinked, nodded, hmm-ed quietly...and burst out into weak, steadily-increasing chuckles. Eventually he had to lean against the plastiflesh dummy as his knees wobbled.  “That,” he wheezed, wiping his streaming eyes with the back of one hand, “is excellent. Oh, Force.

“No,” he continued, dragging himself upright and pushing off from the dummy and back onto his own feet, “no, her dad never mentioned it. The impression I got from Jaina afterward is that Han mainly just wanted to forget about it,” Zekk laughed. “I only semi-found out about it because of something your dad said about her mom, and then she spent the last...oh, four, five days maybe? Yeah,” he nodded, “five days in a state of heightened agitation trying to figure out if she actually wanted to know, or never wanted to know, and...”

He chuckled again. “Well, she eventually caved and asked Winter for clarification, but that led to the next session of emotional angst as we decided whether or not to tell you, so...you already knowing? That’s hilarious. I genuinely can’t wait for you to tell her.” Zekk grinned.

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Academy Anecdotes

[ashadelighterthanblack]

dutyanddurasteel‌:

“Of course I do,” Jag said with a tone that indicated that he’d have to be hit over the head with several heavy objects before he would ever forget that. Which of course, was mostly true. How could he forget something like that? 

“My father had mentioned it once or twice, you know. And so has Han, come to that. Likes to remind me that he was valedictorian and that my father wasn’t.”  He took a drink from his water bottle before tilting his head to the side. “What about it? What in the world does that have to do with Jaina?” 

Jag had to admit that it was one of those cases where you asked the question not entirely certain that you wanted the answer. Of course, when it came to Jaina and her friendship with Zekk… That was usually the case, wasn’t it?

“Ah good, good!” Zekk said cheerily, rubbing his hands together as though contemplating something truly delightful. Was the cheer partially forced? Yes. Was it also in part utterly, absolutely legitimate? Also yes. He might like Jag, sure, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t also take some pleasure in tormenting him from time to time. “We can skip the backstory, excellent.” He eyed Jag curiously, wondering what else his father might have mentioned -- but Jaina had seemed pretty sure that Jag didn’t know (hence this conversation) so...

Zekk took a deep breath and said, as casually as if they were discussing nothing more interesting than the chemical composition of that poor, battered practice dummy, “Jaina learned a few extra details about their shared past recently, and we decided that it wouldn’t be right for you not to know them too, but she...wasn’t keen on being the one to tell you,” Zekk said delicately. As though keen were an accurate summation of the look of nauseated horror that had crossed Jaina’s face as she contemplated the prospect...

“So,” Zekk continued cheerfully, “here I am. Come to tell you, uh...well, when your dad was griping about Han beating him out for valedictorian, did he ever happen to mention that they also definitely slept together?”

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Academy Anecdotes

[ashadelighterthanblack]

dutyanddurasteel‌:

“I suppose,” Jag said, looking at Zekk warily. If there was something that Jaina wanted him to know, she would have told him herself. The fact that she was sending an emissary was troubling. The fact that the emissary in question was Zekk? That was even more troubling. 

“What is it?” he asked, stretching out his arms. It wouldn’t do to let the muscles get cold without stretching them. He’d only be more sore in the morning for it. Plus, there was a part of him that wanted to be as limber as possible in case he needed to hit someone…

Jag was already on edge. Zekk wasn’t surprised; something about him seemed to do that to the other man, no matter what. Usually it was amusing -- to both him and to Jaina, not that there were a lot of things the two of them held dramatically disparate opinions about, even these days when they were less of an us than they’d once been. (That, of course, was a big part of why Jag found Zekk so unsettling, but there wasn’t much any of them could do about that now.) Zekk had learned not to live in the past a long time ago; Jag would either figure it out or he’d fret himself to death, whichever came first.

Of course, today’s topic of conversation was the past...but not their past. Did that make a difference? Zekk didn’t know; his only frame of reference for how parents felt came from Jaina, and she wasn’t exactly sanguine about this particular story. Hence why Zekk was the one here, now...

He shrugged, placidly admiring the show, and said, “Well it’s about her dad. And your dad. They were in the Imperial Academy back, like, a million years ago, right?” Somehow, when the idea of Zekka handling this conversation had germinated, bringing it up had seemed a lot easier. Now, he was struggling for a segue and wondering if he shouldn’t leave this to Jaina after all. “Remember that?”

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Criminal Companions

[ashadelighterthanblack]

jedilegacied‌:

“Lies.” Jaina’s look at Zekk was deadpan, knowing all too well that he knew exactly what they had been through. Half a lifetime of friendship meant that he’d seen the best and worst of the Solos, as they had him. He could play the part but they both knew the truth. “Which one of us climbed down three levels of the city for a bit of shiny and had it turn out to be a gum wrapper?”

No matter the escapades, she was sure that her life had been better for having Zekk in it as a friend. They were dumb kids sometimes, getting into situations that anyone would have called kriffing insane and somehow coming out in one piece. Teasing one another was just part of the routine. Today was, evidently, no exception. 

“Just remember which one of us is better with a lightsaber before you go calling me names. Besides, this was your idea. Weren’t you the one who ‘had a feeling’?” She stopped in the path, effectively blocking him from moving any further without having to climb over her, if she’d even let him. “Besides, you look pretty filthy yourself, and who are they going to believe? An adorable girl like me or you all covered in grime?”

“But it was a very shiny gum wrapper,” Zekk pointed-out with studied reasonableness. “You can’t say it wasn’t. And who climbed down with me, eh?” He nodded sagely, as though he had just made a staggeringly intelligent point. “So I think that clearly means that of the two of us, you’re the bigger idiot, because you were dumb enough to follow me.” He clicked his tongue. “Bad call.”

Despite the teasing, Zekk was as always glad and grateful to have Jaina at his side -- whether they were risking their lives against the galaxy, or goofing-off on nonsense trips to Coruscant’s lower levels. She knew that, of course, so he didn’t have to tell her...which was good, because confronting raw emotion like that was not his favorite thing to do, especially not in conversation with his best-friend-slash-crush.

Because he certainly wasn’t going to admit that, Zekk tossed his (depressingly grubby) ponytail back over his shoulder and said, leaning sideways a bit so he could talk to Jaina’s face instead of her rear, “And I just want it put on the record that you totally just pulled social rank on me, miss Upper Leveler. That’s tacky, Jaina. Just plain tacky.”

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Academy Anecdotes

@dutyanddurasteel​

Zekk leaned patiently against the wall, waiting until Jagged Fel finished with the series of kicks and puches that he was unloading onto the hapless plastiflesh dummy. He wasn’t going to deny that it was an impressive demonstration of physical prowess, but he knew Jag found it uncomfortable when Zekk compliments him, so he kept that thought to himself. He had something else to talk about today, anyway, which was likely to turn out to be even more entertaining. He waited until Jag wiped his face and looked up to spot him, then pushed off from the wall and ambled over.

“So, there’s something that Jaina wanted me to tell you on her behalf...got a minute?”

[kadbejetiise]

Tipsy Tales

@ashadelighterthanblack

This tended to happen, these days. Jaina and Zekk would find themselves with some free time unaccounted for, and their significant others would have other obligations. And that typically meant, drinking a little too much and just generally being ridiculous until it was time to fall into bed.

“Did you know,” Jaina started, pouring herself another much-too-large glass of Whyren’s Reserve, “the Mandalorians have a weapon that is actually like… a flute?”

For some reason, the drink tended to pull random Mandalorian trivia from Jaina’s mind. She would start telling Zekk stories of her time spent with them, and Zekk didn’t seem to care. Honestly, it was difficult for either of them to care about much of anything with that level of liquor in their systems.

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Zekk frowned, curious. “A flute? You mean like a...sonic weapon?” It was odd, after so many years of basically living in one another’s pockets -- in one another’s heads -- that there was this chunk of Jaina’s life to which he had no connection, no frame of reference -- but Zekk had not gone with her to Mandalore; Zekk had not joined-in on her training with the warriors there or in learning their culture while he trained. It was a separate, distinct thing that was solely Jaina, and not at all him.

It was odd, her knowing these things that he did not know at all. There hadn’t been anything like that in their lives since...well, since the Killiks. He wasn’t sure if it was refreshing or disquieting, this uncommon feeling of separateness...but it was certainly interesting.

And he did like the weird stories she told about those weird, metal-clad people.

[sadlystillnotsparky]

Frank Conversation

[ashadelighterthanblack]

sadlystillnotsparky‌:

Ben sighed with a sort of exasperation that you can only have when you’re between the ages of 12 and 20. 

“Stang. You were genuinely like my last hope,” he said, taking another sip of his caf and trying to pretend that he didn’t see Zekk end up with cream on his nose. He had, of course, but it was something guys didn’t point out to other guys when they were asking for a favor. 

“I mean, I can’t ask Dad. His whole dating plan seemed to be ‘wait for a hot girl to try to murder me and then marry her after a while,’ and that seems a bad strategy for me because the last hot girl to try to murder me was a Sith and I’ve been told by multiple people that she was particularly bad for me, so I won’t be doing that.”

He tapped a finger on the table. “You’re probably right, though. Like maybe I just have to hope that some hot girl eventually finds me entertaining enough to keep around for five minutes or so.” He grinned. “And, yeah. You’re right. That seems to mean that you have absolutely no game and she finds that entertaining or whatever…” 

The laugh that Zekk’s last comment elicited caused a gungan male by the door to turn around, apparently somewhat annoyed that two humans having fun had interrupted his solitary caf. Ben didn’t care. 

“I don’t believe you,” he snorted, “Jaina talked about that allllllll of the time, so I think you probably shouldn’t eat decorations if at all avoidable.” 

Zekk burst out laughing, the tremors strong enough to make his sides ache from the strain. He gulped air and wiped his eyes, saying, “If I’m your last hope, I feel terrible for you, kid. I should never be anybody’s last hope for anything, but especially not cool romance skills.” Another snicker slipped out on the heels of his words. He shrugged at Ben. “Sorry to be a disappointment. But in my defense, I have never pretended otherwise.”

He nodded with amused sympathy at Ben’s reference to his parents and their impossible-to-imitate romantic history, but there wasn’t much he could add to that except a fervent, “Yeah, maybe don’t go that route. Especially not with her. Like, not to jump too far out on the hypocritical-judgement-branch but...bad idea. Very, very bad idea.” He shook his head hard enough to make his ponytail slap against his shoulders and shuddered.

“I think,” Zekk said loftily, “that trying to force your future to fit a predefined shape or expectation is not just pointless, but counter-productive; you’re more likely to miss what’s actually happening while you wait for your life to fall into the patterns you’re expecting. And that includes romantic potential. And,” he added after a weighty pause, “you’ll note that she still talks about it, so you can’t deny that I made an impression. You can’t beat that.”

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Failed Success (for our girlfriend)

@dutyanddurasteel | continued from this.

Zekk nodded soberly. “That’s me,” he replied. “Master Accuracy, reporting for duty.” He sketched a rough pantomime of a bow toward the shorter man before turning his attention back to the ship that was causing Jagged Fel such frustrations.

He didn’t mean to find Jag’s distress so amusing -- but he couldn’t help it, the man was funny. “Want to wire them some extra credits so you don’t feel bad for...uh...letting them be ripped-off by you?” he asked, smirking. “It’s not something most people would be upset by, have to say, but then I know you Chiss have particular ideas of fairness and corresponding rules of engagement, and I’d hate to e culturally insensitive by dismissing them...”

Zekk leaned forward and rapped lightly on the airspeeder’s frame with his knuckles. “You could always take a big hammer or something and thrash it a few times until it’s closer to the condition you meant to purchase. Mind, Jaina would probably find it even more disappointing to hear that you’d done such a thing to a perfectly good speeder if she found out, but desperate times and all that...”

[dutyanddurasteel]

"We’ll put that in your biography. Jagged Fel was so good he couldn’t fail when he tried to.” (ashadelighterthanblack)

@ashadelighterthanblack

“See that you do,” Jag responded, tilting his head to the side in slight annoyance. “I mean, I would trust that you would want everything to be as accurate as possible.”

He surveyed the small airspeeder with frustration. “I just don’t understand. It was advertised as requiring some major repairs. I thought it would give her something to work on. I thought it would actually require major repairs.”

He sighed heavily. “This is just a simple hull repair. There’s almost nothing wrong with the interior systems at all! Who ever heard of someone exaggerating how bad a shape a used speeder is in?! There is no way they charged me enough for a fully functional speeder of this quality!”

If Jagged had been the pouting sort, he would have been doing it, at that point. “Jaina is going to be so disappointed…”

[dutyanddurasteel]

Three, huh? Okay, so that's Jaina, Zekka, and... who's the third? You can't just toss a statement like that out there and not follow-through, Jagged. Did no one train you in proper combat protocols? SIGH.

…One can only sigh and facepalm so hard. 

One of them was absolutely, categorically not Zekk. That hasn’t happened. 

Jaina won’t go for it.

@jedilegacied

[dutyanddurasteel]

jedilegacied

Well but now I gotta know the answer….

There are two unaccounted for. Both are chiss women and of no consequence.

[ashadelighterthanblack]

Of No Consequence: the name of Jag’s sex-holo.