The mention of her beloved uncle brought a legitimate smile to her face. "He's one of the greatest men I know," she stated honestly, first and foremost. "After helping to bring down the Empire, he founded the Praxeum and has dedicated his life to training the next generation of Jedi. He's kind, and thoughtful, and downright terrifying to see in battle. I've never met a more fierce duelist or a more generous person all in one, before. I don't think there is anyone quite like him, really."
She hesitated before continuing, her tone taking on a more somber sound now. "Here, though, he's still just a child. It's... strange, to say the least. He's only ten and he hasn't begun to really learn how to use the Force. I'm not really sure what to say to him, half of the time, so when we do spend time together I usually just let him fly my ship. It keeps him happy and keeps the questions to a minimum."
A brief pause, and a shadow flickered across Jaina's face. Her features hardened, her tone grew even more serious as she added, "He was... hurt, recently, by an ancient Sith named Exar Kun. We rescued my uncle and mother, of course, and Kun was forced to retreat, but I know it's just a matter of time before he comes back again." She motioned to the disc on the ground not far away. "Which is why I've been training. Next time, I want to be prepared to finish Kun once and for all."