Characters: OU: Jaina Solo, AU: Darth Revan
Where: Ast-Epta
When: November 11th, Midafternoon
Summary: Jaina's meeting Revan on her own turf.
Warnings: Posible language? Of the Star Wars!Profanity variety mostly.
This would be only the third person she would have met face to face since her arrival several days ago. Jaina was not the most social of people, expecially of late. The darkness within her called her to the front lines, to salughter the Vong; and here, she couldn't do that. That same darkness would call to every dark Jedi here, she knew. Would she fully turn? Who cares? she thought with much apathy, as she glanced around her "apartment."
It was large, and thankfully devoid of any other occupants [including vermin] save herself. But it was dusty, something she hated. With an annoyed scowl, the brunette made sure her lightsaber was tightly strapped to the belt about her hips, and awaited for the arrival of a self-proclaimed Sith. There had been no malicious intent or compulsion to turn her in the other female's voice earlier, but from long, brutal experience, she had learned to be wary. Of everyone.