Directly after meeting his childhood idol, Jag races upstairs to find his fiancee. First stop: their room.

"Jaina? Are you in here?"

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?

A few days after his return to command with the Chiss fleet, Jag made his way to the ship's Communications Room. It was easier to make private calls from there, especially long-distance ones... much less trouble than asking for it to be routed through to the commstation in his stateroom, which would draw attention to the fact that he was making ( Read more... )

It has been two months since Jag left Milliways.
What, you mean you didn't see his exit post? Of course he had one. You just must have forgotten.It's been just slightly less than three hours since he last heard Jaina Solo's voice. He had been monitoring their "secret comm" (as he's been calling it) for weeks on end, disappointed by its endless ( Read more... )

She's a Joiner. A Bughugger.Jag is lying on his bed in the well-appointed Commander's Quarters aboard the CDF command ship. He hasn't been sleeping well lately ( Read more... )

Dresses do odd things to Jagged Fel.

Especially pretty girls in pretty dresses. Pretty green dresses that don't match her eyes (which are brown as the Corellian Brandy his father saved for special occasions because you didn't find it very often in the Unknown Regions) but is still far more flattering than any worn and grease-stained jumpsuit ( Read more... )

First off, you can't talk about Jag without first talking about ( the Chiss )

This is a test of the Emergency Jagcast System.

If this had been an actual Emergency, you would have heard sirens calling you to your fighters.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

EDIT: Privitizing, for RP purposes.

EDIT: And then unprivitizing, 'cause it's fucking funny.