let's talk about ... sith and grand admirals, baby? :| [FINISHED]

[sonofalderaan]

As usual Tycho had arrived at the designated meeting place at the debriefing room in Rogue Squadron's headquarters a little ahead of time. There was nothing for him to prepare really, but he'd called the meeting, so it was still good for him to be there first

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[goodofthegalaxy]

For some reason Jacen had a bad feeling about this meeting. But bad feelings about things usually ran in his family so he attempted to shrug the feeling off as he wandered in and made his way to an empty chair, seating himself in it and resisting the urge to spin around in it. He told himself mentally that he was too old for that now, but there was something inside of him just begging to do it.

Jacen settled with absently shifting the chair back and forth. Not full circles, but it would have to do.

He glanced to his mother, who was a couple empty seats away and then looked back to the table. He figured he'd already scared her enough for now.

[jediwiseass]

Jaina slumps into the chair next to him, also doing her best not to crowd moms. She smirks as he shifts in his seat.

"Go on. You know you want to."

[goodofthegalaxy]

He wouldn't. No, he wouldn't dare.

Jacen could feel the prodding from his sister, verbally and through their bond and tried his hardest to stay still. But it was no use. One super fast spin, coming right up.

Grabbing the edge of the table and stopping himself, he realized he counted at least three rotations before coming to a halt and he felt himself chuckling at this. For once since he had arrived, just once, something felt normal.

"Thanks," he mumbled to her, finally feeling somewhat relaxed. His eyes stayed on the table, hoping no one had really noticed what he had done.

[jediwiseass]

Jaina rolled her eyes, folded her arms and smirked. Her brother, the Jedi Knight, apparently impervious to maturity and dizziness.

"Didn't want you to give yourself an ulcer," she retorted dryly.

Still, she took great comfort from his glee and his easiness. So little of life on Stacy could be carried out without the weight of their situation, their mortality hanging over them, but just for that moment Jaina had forgotten she had anything to worry about at all.

She leaned in to whisper, "How'd it go with mom earlier?"

[goodofthegalaxy]

Leaning forward, Jacen placed an elbow on the edge of the table and turned to his sister, resting his head on his hand. When she moved in to whisper, he shifted towards her as well. Things like that just seemed to happen when he was around Jaina. He would sense her movements or her intentions and preemptively make himself open to her words or actions -- he never really thought about it and when he did, he knew it was just something that came with them being twins.

"Better than I hoped, I think." He had lowered his voice as well, and felt almost guilty since the two of them had their heads together and he had his back towards their mother. He knew that at that age she probably hadn't trained in the Force much (if she had at all), but it probably wasn't hard to pick up what the two of them were talking about.

"She seemed startled at first, which I expected. But I don't know... it was really..."

Comforting? Warm? Fuzzy?"It felt right." His eyes focused on his sister's shoulder and glazed over slightly as he continued. "It'll take her

[jediwiseass]

Jaina almost thanks the Force that the parents that they had left behind weren't here. In seconds they would have spotted that familiar Solo Huddle, the one the pair of them always did when mischief was about to arise.

"Good," she replied carefully, as if unsure to admit it, "She wasn't shout at me to get off the kriffing ship like Dad was, at least."

In truth, it had gone a lot better than that and she knew Jacen would be able to sense the relief that her stubborn pride was keeping bottled under the surface.