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[jedilegacied]

INDEPENDENT JAINA SOLO

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"𝐼 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐽𝑒𝑑𝑖. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑙, 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜𝑟-𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑛. 𝐴𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘, 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡."

                                  pilot, jedi, part-time goddess, rebel, twin

                                                 @jedilegacied

[alexsrandomramblings]

@jedilegacied

I can link you to the kits/patterns I'm using.

[forcechoosen]

x      @jedilegacied

Exile. A meteoric rise , groomed and grown to be the future military and when it came down to it, the force had seen him sent about. Tense relationship with Jaina had come to some peace, a fault of his heart, unable to stay mad at the woman. 

Now his heart was full of worry over his family, “ I am the eldest son! It’s my job to be there for them.” The eldest living son, the other ones had been cut down in the wars.

[dutyanddurasteel]

Strenuous

Jaina gave a groan, trying to get out of bed even as he tells her to take it easy. Looking out for herself has never been her strong suit. She was headstrong and not accustomed to giving anything less than her best at all times. 

“I need to. I can’t afford to sit on my ass for weeks. Some crazy thing will come up and I’ll need to go deal with it and I need to stay sharp.” 

Even as she insisted, she winced while she tried to get to her feet again. She definitely shouldn’t be doing much of anything but when had she even been sensible? Maybe she just doesn’t know how to let go, even when her body isn’t prepared to take any more.  

@jedilegacied

“Jaina,” Jag said, shaking his head, “you are absolutely not getting up until you’re medically cleared.”

He reached out a hand to place on her shoulder and steady her in the bed. “I should be furious with you, you know. You said that you were fine only to pass out at Master Skywalker’s bedside. I am definitely not thrilled that you would downplay your own injury to such a degree. You need to take better care of yourself.” 

He sighed. “In any case, you will be off of your feet for quite some time. If some ‘crazy thing’ requires you to ‘get off your ass’, then someone will come and tell us and I will tell them to go to hell.”

[sadlystillnotsparky]

when was the last time you ate something?

Ben dropped his lightsaber, clipping it back onto his belt and shaking his head to clear it. 

“I dunno. What time is it now?” he asked. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. What he really should have asked was ‘what day is it?’ He really had no real idea. He wasn’t sleeping either, if Jaina was interested. Although, how he was supposed to sleep was beyond him. He was honestly confused as to how he was supposed to do anything normal again. Normal was for when his mother was alive. That was the time for normal. 

As it was, he couldn’t sleep and he couldn’t eat. Seemed like a good time for training to him.

“I’m okay,” he lied blatantly. “I’ll eat when I’m hungry, I guess.”

[chrxnicempathy]

@jedilegacied

Jacen had been stewing over this decision ever since he’d turned his ship towards Coruscant, still not certain he’d go through with it until the moment he was keying the code into Jaina’s door panel and stepping quietly into the darkened interior.  It was still a little while until dawn and he didn’t want to wake her, but he knew he’d chicken out if he waited anywhere else.  So he padded silently into the living room and settled on the couch, turning on the holo with the volume low for something to keep him occupied.  

Finding an old nature documentary he’d loved as a child, about the wildlife on Naboo, he let it play and tried to distract himself from what he’d come to discuss.  Just for a little while.  Instead, the comfort of being so close to his twin and the familiar show in front of him lured him into his first restful sleep in quiet a while.  Which is how Jaina would find him when she woke, long limbs sprawled every which way and old nature docs playing quietly over his low snores.

[flounderingdestinies]

@jedilegacied continued from here

“Well, we’re not on fire.  Yet.”  Jag replied dryly, eyes darting across the screens in front of him with a small frown the only outward sign of distress.  “But we’ve got multiple target locks on our engines, from a frankly staggering variety of ships.  Who did you piss off this time?”

[dreadxreckoning]

a starter for @jedilegacied​

Gavril isn’t much a fan of cantinas, even––or perhaps especially––this one in Mos Eisley. As good of a place as it is to pick up bounties, it’s also about as likely, if not more so, to find trouble.

Something that Issa seems to prove on a regular basis.

[ At least, by now, most of the regulars have learned not to tussle with her. He supposes it must be a different sort of challenging, fighting someone who can’t feel the pain to know when to stop. Of course, not feeling it doesn’t mean invulnerable, and it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have to be patched up later. In fact, usually, it meant more patching up. ]

For now, however, the place seems to be quiet. They had missed the initial release of bounties for the day and, in doing so, the rush––certainly not on purpose––and that had meant the place was fairly empty when they arrived. He had taken up his place in a back corner booth that affords him a view of the room and the door and anyone in the cantina, and, after collecting the remaining offerings to review, Issa had joined him. As she looks over them, weighing their best options, a movement at the door catches his attention.

He vaguely recognizes the young woman who enters though he can’t quite place why, or from where he might know her. Judging by her attire and her gear, she’s likely another bounty hunter, but he doesn’t believe she’s one who they’ve crossed paths with before, at least not in any substantial way.

So why does she seem familiar?

That familiarity is likely what brings him to watch her, trying to discern the reason for it…

[alderhope-moving]

@jedilegacied​ liked for a starter

“Jaina!” Leia rushed to pull her daughter into her arms, she had felt Jacen’s death in the Force and knew Jaina must have felt it too, and now her daughter needed her.

“Oh Baby, I’m so sorry.”

[desertisolation]

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

I’ve only had one RP incident that made me literally loose my mind. This is 100% true: 

I used to be part of a Marvel RP group here on tumblr, it was a small/private group but we all got on really well, or at least, so I thought. There was a girl in the group that a good portion of the people didn’t like however. She was a bit immature, not the strongest of writers and took a lot of creative approaches to characters, which is totally fine, I don’t have issue with it. But people were mean to her just to be mean to her I felt. And so I defended her a lot, I felt like she had got a bad rep for nothing. So I stuck my neck for her quite a bit. Putting me at blows with some people but I felt I was being the better person by trying to help! 

A few months later after she joined her cousin joined the group as well, total polar opposite of the other girl. But everyone liked her and she was a good fit. Well we get word from the cousin that (we will call her Jane for this), Jane’s dad had been killed, that he was a cop in Australia and got hit in a pull over. Of course we all felt terrible, told the cousin to tell Jane to take all the time she needed and when she came back her characters would be there for her.

And we knew Jane had troubles, the cousin told us about an attempted suicide that Jane had done a few months prior. So we all just were devastated. But then the cousin just stops updating us, she deletes her blogs so we are like well, maybe she just wants to help Jane. But we never hear from the cousin or Jane again and the group eventually disbanded.

A few years later, a friend and I decided to revamp the RP and started promoting it on Tumblr. I’m at work but always  have my messaging apps available to reach me and I see a message, and it’s from JANE. Shocked I’m like OMG how are you? How’s life? And she proceeds to tell me that she wanted to rejoin our group but that she wanted to talk to me first, which ok that’s fine. She then proceeded to tell me that she had lied about loosing her father to the group to get attention, and as MAD as I was about that? It didn’t phase me as much as the next truth bomb she laid on me.

There was no cousin.

Jane was a very insecure person and even if you were nice to her, she would question you all the time whether you actually like her or not. But she had been so insecure she had made up this cousin who was supposed to be close to try and get the rest of the RP members to talk shit about her (Jane). She apologized and wanted to rejoin but none of us felt comfortable with that idea. Knowing how COMPLETELY catfished we had been. I told her that I would support her entry if she could answer one question: Did she lie about trying to commit suicide? 

Never heard from her sense. 

And that was the one time I lost my chill.  

[hopegained]

@jedilegacied​​: Sorry, I can’t see facts through all of my fury | meme | accepting 

“I’m not gonna tell you what to do.” He was familiar, perhaps too familiar with the feeling, yet as he witnessed that same rage within her, unpleasant memories from the furthest depths of his mind came flooding to the surface — memories he’d once wished could be erased but had since accepted. No matter how long it would take, Eron wouldn’t let it claim another dear family member as it did with Vader. As it did with Kylo Ren. His gaze softened and peered into her eyes to search for reason. “But giving into anger can only get you so far before you start losing yourself. I’d hate to see it happen to you, Jaina.”

[empiresbane]

Alderaanian Hairstyling

@jedilegacied | continued from this.

Leia snorted -- a most unladylike gesture for this most ladylike activity. “Sorry sweetie, that ship’s already made the jump to hyperspace. It’s too late to change your mind and go for the Jedi robes now. Jacen and Anakin would kill you, after all the effort they went to with their outfits for tonight, if you showed-up in Jedi robes.” She slid another pin in her daughter’s half-done braids and gave the requisite little twist to hold them in place. Say what one might about the occasional ostentatiousness of Alderaaniaan hairstyles; they were designed to be secure -- thankfully. Leia had lived far too active a life herself to have made it through without her hair falling down around her eyes otherwise. And Jaina...well, sturdy was definitely a word one looked for when choosing a style for Jaina.

“Besides,” Leia added, voice deliberately bland, “Zekk’s going to be wearing that lovely durlaanian suit you helped him pick out, isn’t he? You can’t let your friend go in dressed all fancy and then turn-up in plain Jedi robes yourself, can you? That wouldn’t be kind.”

[writelikeyouarerunningoutof]

@jedilegacied​ || continued from here.

The worry nags at his heart that maybe he missed something in his exhaustion, but keeping the search going will not help. He knows this, and so he shoots a tired smile to Jaina when he catches her looking through the transparisteel. “Yeah, no signs on the ships or through the Force.” He shakes his head, smile slipping into a frown. “We’ll start up the search again after we get some rest.” He hates that they have to stop, but he knows he is no help like this.

[forcechoosen]

BUD-E giving Jag a hug when he and jaina break up .... again 

[dutyanddurasteel]

Coruscant Real Estate

@jedilegacied

Jag entered the living quarters and looked around. His wife wasn’t presently visible, but he had a feeling she was there. As far as he knew, she didn’t have any plans for that afternoon.

“Jaina,” he called out, looking around, “where are you?”

He made his way into their small kitchenette, loading up the caf machine before starting it working. His life here on Coruscant had made him an utter addict to the stuff. He would have regretted ever starting to drink it, but it did seem to make the day more bearable. 

[sadlystillnotsparky]

Admit it, you’re secretly glad you have me around, right?

It was supposed to be a secret? 

Well, stang... I messed that up.

No, but seriously, of course I am.  Always. Constantly. Even if you do occasionally make me want to beat my head against a durasteel wall. 

...which is inconvenient if Jag isn’t around...