The Sword of the Jedi

sitting in the crowded cantina, jaina mulled over her drink. she wasn’t even sure what it was. she didn’t care. she wasn’t here for the drinks, or the very loud live band. no, she was here because sometimes, the universe was cruel and she just needed a break. she needed to not think. raising from her stool, drink still in hand, she turned to try and find a different seat, somewhere less in the middle of all the action. instead, she ran smack dab in the middle of someone else. “ kriff, “ she cursed, reaching out to hold onto the person before they fell on the ground. “ i’m so sorry. you alright? “

    “Hey, the universe is the one with the problem.

                                                     It’s just the Solos’ job to fix it.”

penned by ellie (25 | est | she/her | 10+ years rp experience )

semi-selective, any star wars muse welcome

multiple verses

established 01.31.17

it’s sinday! | still accepting

“ are the blindfolds on me, or am i the one doing the blindfolding? if it’s the latter, absolutely. don’t try to blindfold me though; i can’t give up control for shit. “

the dark side was tempting, powerful, and seductive. it was in her blood - her past. perhaps her mother and uncle were stronger than she was; or more foolish. jaina felt the pull to the dark side as her brother did. she had a thirst for knowledge that couldn’t be quenched. she wanted to learn the ways of the sith before her - to learn from their mistakes. that’s how she found herself on a quest for any sith tomes and above all; a sith holocron. while she didn’t trust any other sith that might be looming in the galaxy, she had no choice. she had to start somewhere. 

“ i’m searching for information; a holocron, “ was all the information she would give. 

jaina never looked over her shoulder. frankly, she’d rather not know who was behind her. this time, however, she didn’t have to guess. she knew. first order. most likely after jaina as much as they were after rey. the two ran down back alleys and finally, hopefully, lost the stormtroopers behind them. “ certifiably insane, “ she agreed, catching her breath. 

a smirk formed against jaina’s face. she was never one to back down from a challenge. when presented with information that made it seem like the whole galaxy was against her, she always ended up coming up on top. “ wouldn’t dream of it, “ she responded. “ you might wanna hang on, “ she warned before flipping the switch that sent the falcon off into  hyperspace.

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Her eyes drifted closed, the world momentarily dimming, the barest touch of her eyelids pressing to one another sending relief through her veins, accompanied by a distinct burn. The voice above her reached even through the faint buzzing that filtered through her hazed senses, clouding her mind and crumpling her face like a piece of castaway plastisteel.

Her eyes cracked open again, and Satra realized she were in an open transport, and if the weightless, smooth flying was anything to go by, the pilot wasn’t Ryn. The woman dragged her gaze upwards, eyes burning in the cold wind, and caught sight of the figure, a woman, long hair like a banner. Hand going to her abdomen, Satra lifted it with great effort and saw it come away bright with blood, and a swallow made its way painfully down her throat.

Attempting words, Satra only released a winded huff of air instead, palm returning to the deep gash and pressing there, free hand lifting in a second attempt to garner the woman’s attention. “Who – who are you?” she managed in a ragged tone, barely audible above the roar of the hovercraft. “Where… are we going-”

how the hell jaina always seemed to be flying off planets in a hurry was a mystery to her. no matter what world she touched down on, trouble always seemed to follow. maybe this was a solo family trait, as her father seemed to have the same problem. this time, however, it revolved around saving a young woman from an unchivalrous thug. 

the young jedi couldn’t let scum get away with achieving his end goal of killing the poor woman. her jedi instincts told her the man was bad news, and she knew what she had to do. so, she got the woman to her ship and set off. she hoped everything would work itself out when the mystery woman awoke. jaina set the ship for the nearest system and attended to her guest’s wounds. after applying dressing and meds, she sat back, waiting.

after a long while, jaina’s guest finally woke up. “ don’t move. you’ve been injured, “ she insisted, getting up from her seat to find a glass of water. “ my name is jaina. here, “ she said, giving the glass to the woman in front of her. “ we aren’t going far, just the next system over. someone stabbed you back there on world, “ she explained, having no room for subtleties. “ i would’ve taken you to a medic but i figured you’d be safer here. “ she gave the woman a friendly smile, hoping to assuage any anxieties she may have. “ what’s your name? “

“No,” Rey agreed. She had to swallow hard to get the words out; Jaina’s had cut her like a vibroblade. “You’re right, I don’t.” Rey had no memories of having a mother, no memories of anyone loving her like that. She had no idea what the loss of that love felt like, would never understand. Her own grief for Leia was nothing compared to what Jaina must be going through and it would have been insulting to pretend otherwise. She had only known Leia for a few years, and while the woman who had become her Jedi Master had been the closest thing to a mother that Rey had ever known–

Well, it wasn’t the same.

Rey reached over and squeezed Jaina’s hand, trying to offer what comfort she could. That wasn’t something she had a lot of experience with, either, although her few years with the Resistance had sadly included a crash-course on mourning friends and comrades…but not mothers. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “Is there anything I can do?”

jaina tried, with all her might, to be the strong one. that’s what she was good at, after all. standing tall, letting others find shelter in her shadow. “ sword of the jedi, “ her uncle luke had once called her. that came with the territory. however, even jaina couldn’t stay strong all the time. usually, she shut her doors and with it, shut everyone out to get her emotions out. this time, she didn’t have the energy to even do that. 

the jedi looked down at the hand on hers. she wasn’t entirely alone. she lifted her eyes upward to rey’s face and shrugged in that way all solo’s tended to. “ this helps, “ she said, trying to spread a small smile across her face. “ thank you. i don’t usually.. “ she trailed off. she couldn’t find the right words to say what she was feeling. “ anyway. how are you doing with all this? ” she asked, taking the spotlight off her for a moment.