Noon. It was noon, and yet the sun was nowhere to be found. If someone didn't fix this problem, and soon, Jaina was going to lose her mind. It wasn't that she minded the darkness. She could cope with it just fine. It was all of the... creatures that came with it, that were giving the young woman such a hard time.
She'd fought a lot of different types in her day. She'd seen even more than that. But some of the things that roamed the streets of Los Angeles were so far removed from reality as she knew it, that she wasn't even sure what to call them or how, specifically, to kill them.
Although really, when push came to shove, beheading them seemed to do the charm almost every time. She'd only encountered one demon type that was immune to her lightsaber (and how that was possible she didn't know), but smashing him between an over-stuffed dumpster and a brick wall had done the trick quite nicely.
Having taken to wandering the streets when she wasn't busy doing small repairs on her ship, or meditating, Jaina was starting to learn her way around. So when she had sensed the disturbance in the Force - a very familiar one, in fact - it didn't take her more than five minutes or so to reach the location where it was coming from.
She was at almost a full run by the time she got there. The entire time she told herself it couldn't be true, it had to be a trick, and she just about had herself convinced. Then she rounded the corner and instantly knew her hoping was all in vain. For there stood her brother, a cloak over his head and his lightsaber at the ready.
Her stomach gave a sharp drop at the sight of him and her mind instantly scrambled to the lessons she'd just finished learning from Boba Fett before arriving here. She couldn't let her anger best her. She couldn't let her love for her twin distract her. She had a job to do and, as much as she wished she didn't have to, she was going to make sure she did it before anyone else she cared about was hurt by the man her brother had become.
Moving silently toward him, her lightsaber in her hand, Jaina's brown eyes narrowed as she drew closer. When she was close enough that her voice would reach him without having to strain, she finally spoke.
"You have a lot of nerve, showing yourself here."
Her tone was hard. Unyielding. She was strong. She was determined. She was the Sword of the Jedi, and she was going to make sure justice was served.