Mandalore- Tuesday evening Fandom time
As far as life on Mandalore went, Jaina... didn't exactly hate it? It was different than she'd expected, but aside from having to deal with Fett's family drama, it wasn't so bad. The training, she had to admit, was definitely helping. Most of the Mandos had never seen a Jedi in person before, so she was both revered and distrusted at the same time. Yet she stayed with a wonderful man named Beviin and his husband Medrit and their family, she worked on droids and equipment to earn her keep while she was here, she frequented the tapcafe like it was Caritas... It was a weird dose of normalcy, for as abnormal as this was.
She was also regularly getting her ass slightly kicked in the name of rigorous training to learn how to deal with the dirty tricks Jacen might throw at her, though her last visit to Fandom meant she could handle it better. It had even become a thing; local Mandos wanted to see for themselves what a Jedi could really do, so they'd come to square off against her. Some of them, like her favorite, Vartok, even kept coming back. At the beginning, their dirty tricks had kept her off guard and led to her getting solidly beat, but by now, Jaina could beat every single one of them.
Then last night when she'd been at the tapcafe, Jag had gotten a hold of her. She hadn't sent back messages other than to say she was fine, mainly because it felt like everything she could put in a message was both too boring and too much, so she decided to save it for when she saw him again. There wasn't much time for catching up, though, because the call had been lined up for Ben to present evidence to Luke the group as a hole and he'd wanted Jaina there.
Evidence that Jacen had killed Mara.
She'd known. She had, even if she hadn't been able to admit it to herself. And again, now that it was out there, she had to deal with it. So before ducking out of the call, Jaina had asked for the presentation to be sent to her so she could study it. Having proof that Jacen had murdered their aunt in cold blood was so hard, but she needed the reminder that he could do this, and she needed to see if there was anything in what Ben had gathered that might clue her in to what she'd need to be prepared for herself.
So when she'd gotten done with training and work for the day, Jaina had retreated to her room, away from interruptions or people wanting to fight or five-year-olds who thought it was fine to casually hold a blaster on her. She wanted to run through the evidence again, occasionally writing notes on anything she thought might be helpful, and appreciating Ben's thoroughness even if she had no idea how he'd been able to put this all together.
[Originally this was from the book but I haaaate this book, so here, have something shorter. Which means this can be open for calls, texts or emails if you so wish.]
She was also regularly getting her ass slightly kicked in the name of rigorous training to learn how to deal with the dirty tricks Jacen might throw at her, though her last visit to Fandom meant she could handle it better. It had even become a thing; local Mandos wanted to see for themselves what a Jedi could really do, so they'd come to square off against her. Some of them, like her favorite, Vartok, even kept coming back. At the beginning, their dirty tricks had kept her off guard and led to her getting solidly beat, but by now, Jaina could beat every single one of them.
Then last night when she'd been at the tapcafe, Jag had gotten a hold of her. She hadn't sent back messages other than to say she was fine, mainly because it felt like everything she could put in a message was both too boring and too much, so she decided to save it for when she saw him again. There wasn't much time for catching up, though, because the call had been lined up for Ben to present evidence to Luke the group as a hole and he'd wanted Jaina there.
Evidence that Jacen had killed Mara.
She'd known. She had, even if she hadn't been able to admit it to herself. And again, now that it was out there, she had to deal with it. So before ducking out of the call, Jaina had asked for the presentation to be sent to her so she could study it. Having proof that Jacen had murdered their aunt in cold blood was so hard, but she needed the reminder that he could do this, and she needed to see if there was anything in what Ben had gathered that might clue her in to what she'd need to be prepared for herself.
So when she'd gotten done with training and work for the day, Jaina had retreated to her room, away from interruptions or people wanting to fight or five-year-olds who thought it was fine to casually hold a blaster on her. She wanted to run through the evidence again, occasionally writing notes on anything she thought might be helpful, and appreciating Ben's thoroughness even if she had no idea how he'd been able to put this all together.
[Originally this was from the book but I haaaate this book, so here, have something shorter. Which means this can be open for calls, texts or emails if you so wish.]