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The Most Interesting Thing	By : AnnieMc31 Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 54 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Most Interesting Thing
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The Bothan Assault Cruiser was a remarkable vessel in many ways. A clear and unambiguous improvement over the old Victory-class in firepower, durability, and reliability. It could run a full wing of subfighters. It had less than half the crew requirements. Oh, and it was actually relatively pleasant on board instead of being a cramped, overheated, labyrinthine temple to annoyance and madness. So, broadly speaking, a good ship.
The most interesting thing, though, as far as seventeen-year-old Jacen Solo was concerned, however, was the meditation room. The "observation bubble".
Essentially a transparisteel dome that was uncovered outside of battle, the twenty-foot room hung at the bottom of the Cruiser and made you feel like you were standing in open space, looking out over the galaxy. According to his sister, it was surprisingly unpopular. Most people, it seemed, preferred not to feel like they were tumbling through space, irrespective of the meditative potential.
Jaina herself had said she wasn’t fond of it, but it was exactly where he found her.
She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, back to the door, when he entered and didn’t bother turning around. That threw him off for a moment, before he realized that she would have expected him to reach out through their bond.
“Hey,” he said, lamely.
She started and turned to look at him. Not a very helpful gesture given the medical blindfold, but obviously still instinct.
“Jace?” She lifted the blindfold and squinted at him. “What the hell? You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
“Sorry,” he offered an apologetic grin, but realized she probably barely saw it.
After getting spaced and staring head-on at an exploding proton torpedo, Jaina’s eyes had been mildly fried and the rest of her hadn’t fared much better. Thankfully, a rescue gig had scooped her up and a few hours in a bacta rank had prevented the worst. Even her eyes would recover in a few weeks instead of needing replacement surgery, though at less than thirty percent vision she had been stuck on med leave, much to her outrage.
For himself, Jacen was glad to have her out of the fighting for a while and had been more than happy to volunteer to pick her up from Admiral Kre’fey’s flagship in the Falcon while the rest of the family settled things on Duros. It had given him a chance to gossip with the rest of Rogue Squadron about her too. He'd been on board less than half an hour and already made three promises of embarrassing childhood holos. And, as little as she'd wanted to talk about his vision and fear of using the Force, maybe with nothing better to do for a few weeks she'd be willing to take a breath and sit down with him?
She made a face at him. “Why didn’t you tap? Is this that stupid ‘no Force’ thing you were talking about?”
Or not.
“Pretty much. Are you packed? The sooner we get to Duros the sooner we can get you some rest.”
Another face. And this time a light probing at his mind. A test to get a read on him.
“You know,” she said, “these observation rooms are pretty nice. Private too.”
Jacen snorted. “Now that you can’t see? I’d think if anyone wouldn’t want to be out in space right now, you'd be the girl.”
Jaina made a loud pfft. “I can still see fine,” she said, “just not to pilot levels. Which is ridiculous, by the by. I use the Force more than raw sight anyway.”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“…One?”
“Three.”
She paused then shrugged. “Like I said, I mostly use the Force. Unlike some people, I understand that it's what gives us the power to help people.”
Ouch.
“Maybe it's not the only way,” Jacen said, softly, “Maybe we're only making things worse.”
The fact that his sister could still convey an eye-roll even after letting the blindfold fall back into place was clear evidence was that she was meant for pantomime instead of piloting.
“Well, tell you what, Jace,” she began “You figure out how to stop the Vong without fighting and I'll vote for you for Head of State. Until then, get your head out of your ass.”
Jacen sighed. It was going to be a long few weeks of Duros. At this point he felt like Tsavong Lah showing up might be less of a headache.
“Can we at least wait ‘til we’re on the Falcon to fight?”
Jaina pursed her lips. “Fine, but you changed the subject.”
“Did I?”
Nod. “You did. I was explaining how private the room was.”
Jacen shook his head. “There’s no lock," he said. “I literally walked in on you three minutes ago. Plus, I heard you and Baron Fel's son were getting close…”
A glare through a blindfold might have been more impressive than the eye roll. She had a real gift.
“Don’t be dumb. Jag's easy on the eyes, but he's got a stick up his ass bigger than his clawcraft.”
“Jag?” Jacen smirked. “I didn’t realize you were already at nicknames. Should I be looking up wedding registries? Has anyone put Zekk in touch with a grief counselor?”
“I will literally kill you.”
Jacen laughed. Until he felt her mood darken.
“But I’m being serious. I… could use some help unwinding. It's been rough. First losing Anni, then getting spaced. My head’s all… frizzy.”
“Your head's usually frizzy,” Jacen offered as he walked closer and hugged her. “Granted, the new conditioner’s helping.” He paused. Can’t we wait until we're on the Falcon, just in case?”
“No way. I’ve been thinking about trying this since I first saw this room.”
“Pervert.”
The first kiss was almost chaste. The second wasn’t.
“You know someone could open the door at any moment, right?” he asked as she peeled off his shirt. “They probably will wonder why we're taking so long to leave.”
“Makes it more fun,” Jaina said cheerfully. “Besides, you don’t take that long.”
She was right about the first part, but wrong on the second. Thankfully, no one did check in during the next forty minutes, and by the time they were dressed and walking through the hallway – his arm around her shoulder – Jaina's mood had greatly improved.
The meditation room, unpopular though it might be with the crew, was – just as Jacen suspected – the most interesting thing on the Bothan Assault Cruiser.
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