OOM: Coruscant

[jedipilot]

Jaina watches as the sun sparkles on small waves of Liberation Lake, couree eels coursing through water. She pushes a stray strand of hair behind her ear before wrapping her arms over her chest, hands running up and down the sleeves of her scarlet colored tunic

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[col_cardboard]

Thankfully for them both, the public park overlooking the lake is not as busy as it could be... but there are still enough people who might recognize either of them to make Jag a little uncomfortable.

He is sitting on a bench underneath a nearby tree-- a tree that looks like one of the odd Yuuzhan Vong creatures still partially inhabiting the planet, which creeps him out-- the fact that he's checking to make sure it won't eat him is probably why he hasn't spotted Jaina yet.

[jedipilot]

Jaina checks her chronometer again and frowns, staring out of the lake. Was his meeting held up? Did the comm just not go through in the first place?

Chuckling softly at her own impatience - or was that eagerness? - Jaina turns around slowly in place, carefully reaching out with the Force to aid in her search.

A moment later, and her mind brushes against a familiar presence, and not one coming from the Jedi Temple in the distance. A small smile lights her face, and she closes her eyes for a moment to double check before walking in the direction of a strange Yuuzhan Vong tree.

[col_cardboard]

That familiar presence is somewhat nervous, though you couldn't tell by looking at him. Whether it's the Vonglife, or worried that he'll be recognized, or wondering how she'll react to the ring he's got in his pocket... he's not paying as much attention to his surroundings as he ought to be.

[jedipilot]

Which makes it all the easier to sneak up on him.

Making her way carefully from behind the tree thing, she stops in back of the bench in which he sits. Jaina watches him for a second's worth of time before her hands cover his eyes. Then, she bends over slightly to whisper into his ear.

"Dangerous not to be paying attention to your surroundings like that. Never know who might sneak up on you."

[col_cardboard]

Jag jumps when she covers his eyes, relaxing once he recognizes the voice.

He reaches up to take her wrists as he turns to face her, pulling her hands down until he can see again. "Especially on a strange planet such as this."

[jedipilot]

She chuckles and her face falls for a minute, taking in the scenery of park and lake, of the strange remnants of Yuzzhan'tar and duristeel frames of the buildings that once dominated the planet.

"It is strange," she murmurs thoughtfully, watching a lone hawk-bat fly by in the sky. "Not at all like the place we grew up on."

[col_cardboard]

He stands from the bench, coming around to wrap Jaina in a warm embrace.

"It looks like they're well on the way to repairing the worst of the damage though," he remarks, indicating the giant stone and transparasteel pyramid of the new Jedi Temple that can be seen just a kilometers away.

[jedipilot]

Jaina returns the hug, holding on to him tightly. It really has been too long.

Arms still wrapped around his waist, she shifts her head to look off at the Jedi Temple. "It's not the same, but it's a start. Never going to be the same, though."

[col_cardboard]

"Things rarely are, after a war."

The mood is turning a little depressing for a reunion, but he's not really sure what to say next.

[jedipilot]

She nods, clicking quietly in the back of her throat.

Jaina stares at the temple for a minute more before tearing her eyes away to look back up at Jag. She smiles gently at him as her fingers run down his cheek.

"Missed you, you know," Jaina says softly. "It took you long enough to finally contact us."

[col_cardboard]

He smiles gently and kisses her forehead. "Events on the borders are starting to make the Chiss Council uneasy again, and there was no opportunity. They would rather have me somewhere where they can keep an eye on me, and make sure I'm keeping my mind on my job."

[jedipilot]

"Which you are," she responds, and leans her head against his chest. "We've heard that things with the Killiks are becoming difficult again. The Colony's only trying to live their life like we are ours."

Defending the nest. It's become a habit for her over the past couple of months.

[col_cardboard]

"As are the Chiss," he says firmly. "According to the truce that we made with them, facilitated by the Jedi. The Kilik nests, however, do not seem to be respecting that agreement any longer."

[jedipilot]

"Don't confuse the Killiks with the Gorog," Jaina warns, her eyebrows narrowing. "We only want peace."

[col_cardboard]

"Is that like confusing Alderaanians with the Empire?" he counters. "If the body as a whole does not abide by the rules and borders we set down, then we have no choice."

[jedipilot]

"No, it isn't." She frowns and crosses her arms over the chest. "Just don't harm them. They're our-"

Jaina's voice falters and she looks away, clicking to herself. Kriffing decisions. Kriffing Colony.