Misc. Revelation Excerpts
RELEVANT EXCERPTS FROM DARTH_LEX AT TFN
Ben followed orders and didn’t look back, but it hurt. Having Jag’s grim face to focus on was a big help; the two of them walked on a collision course across the compound and ended up almost nose-to-nose.
“You’re grounded too, then,” Ben said. “Never mind.”
Jag looked a little frayed. “I love being rear party. I live to stand around waiting for the comm to buzz. Have you heard from Jaina? Because I haven’t.”
“No, but it’s only been a week or so.” Ben had been too tied up to think too much about Jaina. He added that to his list of things to feel bad about. “She got there okay, didn’t she?”
“I got a pre-composed ‘arrived safely’ alert, yes.”
“Jag, if she’d had problems - Aunt Leia would feel it.”
“Maybe Fett sold her to the highest bidder.”
“She can look after herself.”
“What if she -”
“We’d know. We’d feel it.”
Jag parted his lips as if he was going to expand on it, but stopped. “Okay. I’ll rely on you to tell me if you feel anything.”
***
And then, just because I found it lulzy:
“I’ve found a use for a Jedi!” Carid bellowed. “I knew I would one day! Look!”
The line of ale bottles stretched the length of the duraplast trestle table in Vevut’s crowded courtyard. Jaina concentrated, knowing how critical the timing would be. Then she inhaled slowly, stepped back, and Force-pulled all thirty bottle caps off in a rapid sequence that popped and rattled like Luit pyrocracker. Froth welled from the necks of the bottles; the guests showed their approval with shouts of “Oya!” and “Kandosii!,” hammering their fists on the thigh plates of their armor.
Jaina took a bow. “Now you know why Jedi apprentices spend years in quiet contemplation and earnest study at the academy.”
Ben followed orders and didn’t look back, but it hurt. Having Jag’s grim face to focus on was a big help; the two of them walked on a collision course across the compound and ended up almost nose-to-nose.
“You’re grounded too, then,” Ben said. “Never mind.”
Jag looked a little frayed. “I love being rear party. I live to stand around waiting for the comm to buzz. Have you heard from Jaina? Because I haven’t.”
“No, but it’s only been a week or so.” Ben had been too tied up to think too much about Jaina. He added that to his list of things to feel bad about. “She got there okay, didn’t she?”
“I got a pre-composed ‘arrived safely’ alert, yes.”
“Jag, if she’d had problems - Aunt Leia would feel it.”
“Maybe Fett sold her to the highest bidder.”
“She can look after herself.”
“What if she -”
“We’d know. We’d feel it.”
Jag parted his lips as if he was going to expand on it, but stopped. “Okay. I’ll rely on you to tell me if you feel anything.”
***
And then, just because I found it lulzy:
“I’ve found a use for a Jedi!” Carid bellowed. “I knew I would one day! Look!”
The line of ale bottles stretched the length of the duraplast trestle table in Vevut’s crowded courtyard. Jaina concentrated, knowing how critical the timing would be. Then she inhaled slowly, stepped back, and Force-pulled all thirty bottle caps off in a rapid sequence that popped and rattled like Luit pyrocracker. Froth welled from the necks of the bottles; the guests showed their approval with shouts of “Oya!” and “Kandosii!,” hammering their fists on the thigh plates of their armor.
Jaina took a bow. “Now you know why Jedi apprentices spend years in quiet contemplation and earnest study at the academy.”