Ralroost, Wednesday Fandom time
It was really very strange to have a trip home that seemed to be going well, especially when a lot of it was being spent trapped in a tiny cockpit surrounded by outer space with bad guys shooting at you. Life was funny sometimes. It helped that she'd had a few things to look forward to in her times off, and to be honest, the extremely new major's insignia on her uniform sort of helped, too.
Knowing she was going to have to go back to Fandom, Jaina commandeered a conference room and met with Jag for the better part of an hour going over squadron business, then stayed in there by herself to finish up some paperwork until her liquid brown eyes seemed to be fighting not to just dry right up. That was something no one told you about the military: yes, it was exciting and you got to do something worthwhile, but the longer you survived and the better you did, the more things you had to sign.
There was a knock at the metal door of the room before it slid open, and the part of her that was getting really used to getting haughty about things like that wanted to point out that she hadn't told them to come in, but that argument died immediately when she saw it was Zekk. Holding a plate. "One of your pilots told me to bring this to you."
Jaina couldn't help but be amused. "That's sweet. Which one?"
"The one dressed like Raynar," Zekk answered, and there was a brief moment where they both realized that neither of them was quite wanting to deal with the issue of Myrkr yet, and definitely not with each other.
Not giving that much time to hang in the air, she got out the trusty folded piece of paper and slid it over to him as he set down the plate. "Sign that, please."
Zekk peered at the paper, and then looked up at her. "I''m beginning to think you need a vacation, Jaina," he decided. "...How many times did that Jag guy sign this?"
Jaina may have gone a little overboard with her little arrangement in the near-week she'd been there. After seeing people do it enough, then others started, thinking it was something they were supposed to do, and it got to the point that she'd had to either turn their offering away, or redistribute the untouched plate to someone else. Not only was military food just bad, but she couldn't eat that much. Besides, wartime meant that someone else needed that whatever tiny bit of nutritional value more than she needed extra credit. It didn't keep her from collecting their signatures, though.
Once he'd signed it, she took the paper back, and tried to ignore the awkward silence. They'd sort of had a lot of that since he'd left Hapes. Her attempt at an olive branch on Borleias, trying to get him a lesser role in Twin Suns, had been nixed when Jag pointed out that this logic was not the best, and so they just hadn't dealt with it all.
"I should go," he said, and hit the door controls to do just that.
The words "You don't have to," were out of her mouth before she could even think about it. He looked as surprised to hear them as she did to say them. "I've been poring over mission reports and rosters and I could really use the break."
"I somehow doubt I could compare to all this," Zekk said dryly, gesturing to her work covering the table.
"Probably not, but you could finish my lunch for me so it doesn't go to waste?"
He didn't look impressed, but she wasn't sure if it was a bad offer or if it was her. "Tempting as that is, I was going to run through some drills for a while."
She didn't know whether he was making excuses or not, but she could try one more time. "Want some company?"
Her brandy-brown eyes searched out his green ones, sharing the unspoken thought that they didn't really need apologies, that they both knew where the other was coming from, and all they needed to do was move on. "I wouldn't mind it," he said.
Jaina smiled, deciding that her work could wait an hour. She'd be doing more and more of it until the second she actually left anyway. "Well, then," she said, "what are we waiting for?"
[...So I've been reading YJK and this was done entirely because I had to mock some things. NFB, NFI, OOC okay.]
Knowing she was going to have to go back to Fandom, Jaina commandeered a conference room and met with Jag for the better part of an hour going over squadron business, then stayed in there by herself to finish up some paperwork until her liquid brown eyes seemed to be fighting not to just dry right up. That was something no one told you about the military: yes, it was exciting and you got to do something worthwhile, but the longer you survived and the better you did, the more things you had to sign.
There was a knock at the metal door of the room before it slid open, and the part of her that was getting really used to getting haughty about things like that wanted to point out that she hadn't told them to come in, but that argument died immediately when she saw it was Zekk. Holding a plate. "One of your pilots told me to bring this to you."
Jaina couldn't help but be amused. "That's sweet. Which one?"
"The one dressed like Raynar," Zekk answered, and there was a brief moment where they both realized that neither of them was quite wanting to deal with the issue of Myrkr yet, and definitely not with each other.
Not giving that much time to hang in the air, she got out the trusty folded piece of paper and slid it over to him as he set down the plate. "Sign that, please."
Zekk peered at the paper, and then looked up at her. "I''m beginning to think you need a vacation, Jaina," he decided. "...How many times did that Jag guy sign this?"
Jaina may have gone a little overboard with her little arrangement in the near-week she'd been there. After seeing people do it enough, then others started, thinking it was something they were supposed to do, and it got to the point that she'd had to either turn their offering away, or redistribute the untouched plate to someone else. Not only was military food just bad, but she couldn't eat that much. Besides, wartime meant that someone else needed that whatever tiny bit of nutritional value more than she needed extra credit. It didn't keep her from collecting their signatures, though.
Once he'd signed it, she took the paper back, and tried to ignore the awkward silence. They'd sort of had a lot of that since he'd left Hapes. Her attempt at an olive branch on Borleias, trying to get him a lesser role in Twin Suns, had been nixed when Jag pointed out that this logic was not the best, and so they just hadn't dealt with it all.
"I should go," he said, and hit the door controls to do just that.
The words "You don't have to," were out of her mouth before she could even think about it. He looked as surprised to hear them as she did to say them. "I've been poring over mission reports and rosters and I could really use the break."
"I somehow doubt I could compare to all this," Zekk said dryly, gesturing to her work covering the table.
"Probably not, but you could finish my lunch for me so it doesn't go to waste?"
He didn't look impressed, but she wasn't sure if it was a bad offer or if it was her. "Tempting as that is, I was going to run through some drills for a while."
She didn't know whether he was making excuses or not, but she could try one more time. "Want some company?"
Her brandy-brown eyes searched out his green ones, sharing the unspoken thought that they didn't really need apologies, that they both knew where the other was coming from, and all they needed to do was move on. "I wouldn't mind it," he said.
Jaina smiled, deciding that her work could wait an hour. She'd be doing more and more of it until the second she actually left anyway. "Well, then," she said, "what are we waiting for?"
[...So I've been reading YJK and this was done entirely because I had to mock some things. NFB, NFI, OOC okay.]