Ralroost, Tuesday Fandom time
There were positives and negatives to the meeting Jaina just got out of, and shockingly, she was focusing on the negative.
"You look unhappy," Kyp noted as he passed her in the hall.
"They took away my pilots!" Jaina said immediately, proving the unhappiness. "And you and Jag both." Jag, in fact, would be shipping out by the end of the day to return to his Chiss squadron, and she was sure that goodbye was going to be far more awkward than she wanted.
By the look on his face, he already knew, but he wasn't thrilled about it. "It needs to be done," he pointed out. "We have enough enlisted people, I'm sure reforming the squadrons shouldn't be that bad."
It was more that her team was getting broken up that she didn't like, but there was more to it than that. "I'm getting rookies," she complained. "A lot of them. I can't just leave the squadron in someone else's hands as soon as I've picked my roster and then head out. They'll all get wiped out."
"Then you need to pick a good second," Kyp said logically. "I know you have to know a few dozen... hundred pilots."
"I want you two," she said stubbornly, but she knew she was sounding twelve, which was something she couldn't do anymore. Besides, she was a little uneasy with the thought that someone like John, who was still in the flight school that had been set up for new recruits, could already end up on the front lines. And she couldn't even complain to John since she was pretty sure telling a recruit about this sort of thing was against regulations and she had to stick to some of the rules sometimes. To take the focus off her, she asked, "Where are you off to, anyway?"
"I'm still around, so far," Kyp said. "At least as long as I'm reforming my Dozen."
Jaina managed not to wince. He won this one. The Jedi strike team had been there at Froz when Kyp lost his squadron in battle. Reforming a squadron when everyone was dead had to be hard. "Well, we can go over candidates together," she offered. "Much easier to fight over the good ones directly."
Kyp grinned. "It's a date."
"It's so not."
"It's a figure of speech, relax," he said, still smiling. "Wouldn't want anyone to get jealous."
"Ever been smacked by a goddess, Kyp?"
[NFB for distance, NFI.]
"You look unhappy," Kyp noted as he passed her in the hall.
"They took away my pilots!" Jaina said immediately, proving the unhappiness. "And you and Jag both." Jag, in fact, would be shipping out by the end of the day to return to his Chiss squadron, and she was sure that goodbye was going to be far more awkward than she wanted.
By the look on his face, he already knew, but he wasn't thrilled about it. "It needs to be done," he pointed out. "We have enough enlisted people, I'm sure reforming the squadrons shouldn't be that bad."
It was more that her team was getting broken up that she didn't like, but there was more to it than that. "I'm getting rookies," she complained. "A lot of them. I can't just leave the squadron in someone else's hands as soon as I've picked my roster and then head out. They'll all get wiped out."
"Then you need to pick a good second," Kyp said logically. "I know you have to know a few dozen... hundred pilots."
"I want you two," she said stubbornly, but she knew she was sounding twelve, which was something she couldn't do anymore. Besides, she was a little uneasy with the thought that someone like John, who was still in the flight school that had been set up for new recruits, could already end up on the front lines. And she couldn't even complain to John since she was pretty sure telling a recruit about this sort of thing was against regulations and she had to stick to some of the rules sometimes. To take the focus off her, she asked, "Where are you off to, anyway?"
"I'm still around, so far," Kyp said. "At least as long as I'm reforming my Dozen."
Jaina managed not to wince. He won this one. The Jedi strike team had been there at Froz when Kyp lost his squadron in battle. Reforming a squadron when everyone was dead had to be hard. "Well, we can go over candidates together," she offered. "Much easier to fight over the good ones directly."
Kyp grinned. "It's a date."
"It's so not."
"It's a figure of speech, relax," he said, still smiling. "Wouldn't want anyone to get jealous."
"Ever been smacked by a goddess, Kyp?"
[NFB for distance, NFI.]