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Jaina Solo (tricksterjaina) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-02-28 12:07:00

Entry tags:

jaina solo, leela

Who? Jaina & Leela
What? Jaina is pissed off, Leela is pissed off... good times.
Where? Somewhere in the less busy areas of Lawrence.
When? Tonight, just after dark.
Rating? Moderate; violence of some kind.

The hits just keep on coming.

Jaina had thought that for once, things were looking up. She supposed optimism was dangerous for this very reason - because when the bottom finally fell out of the whole thing, you has further to fall. She hadn’t even had time to fully enjoy things being better before they’d gone bad again.

Her mood had already been low, thanks to Gabriel’s sudden decision to cut and run - she wasn’t even entirely sure why it bothered her so much. She didn’t want him to die, and she couldn’t possibly even hope to tell him to try to kill his brother when she knew doing the same thing would be impossible if anyone asked it of her. And she should have been glad he was safe, out of Lucifer’s line of sight for the moment at least. Still, it was frustrating - and the fact that she was frustrated instead of understanding towards the whole thing made her feel guilty, and Jaina had never enjoyed that feeling. It just made the bitter part of her that little bit larger.

Add to that Anakin being attacked, and you had a very unhappy Jaina. She’d gone to see him, last night - been able to feel how upset he was about the mind trick he’d used (and that was another flash of guilt, there, because it was her fault he had a reason to second-guess himself about it, her fault he was worried it would upset everyone else if they found out, even though it was self-defense, even though it was that or kill his attacker, that or be hurt worse). She’d excused herself early, offering her little brother what she hoped was a reassuring smile (the last thing either of them needed right now was for him to think she was upset with him), because the closer she was to his anxiety, the greater the anger she could feel trying to seep in the cracks in her armor.

The whole drama she’d inadvertently caused was still there, simmering in the background, but that didn’t bother her quite so much - the parts of it that did bother her weren’t the parts people expected apologies for, and she wasn’t going to apologize for something she wasn’t actually sorry about. That may have been the diplomatic way to go about it, but Jaina had never been a big fan of diplomacy. She was sorry for what it had done to her family - upsetting Cade, upsetting Anakin, making Allana uncomfortable and displacing half of them from the complex, all of that - but not for her actual actions.

She wasn’t firmly-rooted in her calm under the best of circumstances, anymore - had been, once, but that was before Anakin died, before everything went wrong and before she came here and had one thing after another chipping away at the light - but now she was practically having to pull every last trace of her Force awareness in on herself to try to keep calm at all, keep the negative emotions she was feeling from taking over. She didn’t remember it ever being this hard to control on a regular basis, back home - sure, just after Anakin had died, she’d felt a little like this, every touch of the Force felt like it was sawing away at damaged nerve endings, and she’d just wanted to make the Vong hurt as bad as she was hurting.

Now, it was focused on Leela. Maybe she didn’t deserve all of the focus of Jaina’s anger - but at the moment, she was the only viable target. Lucifer could have been a better target, as far as deserving it went, but that would be like throwing a grain of sand against the face of a cliff and expecting to do damage. If Gabriel was scared of him, Jaina knew she should be, too. So, Leela - she’d hurt Anakin, she was running around becoming a threat. It was a logical plan to seek her out and put an end to it, before someone else got hurt.

What little of her Force awareness she could spare was reaching out - she didn’t have a presence to track down, she didn’t know what this Leela woman felt like, but she knew the Force could lead her there, regardless. Aimless wandering with the Force’s guidance would lead her directly where she was supposed to be. Sometimes the best defense was a good offense, and Jaina had no problem with bringing the fight where it was needed.

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leelaofsevateem
2011-03-01 04:49 am UTC (link)

Leela had been lurking around the city every since she'd left the complex. She was far too worked up emotionally to remain there amongst people that seemingly did nothing to avenge Romana, or even acknowledge that anything had happened. Though if Leela had been thinking rationally, she would've known that Vi would've helped her, and that what she was doing now was completely suicidal. Going around attacking people was the quickest way to get a lynch mob on her. Which undoubtedly wasn't far from the truth.

During the daytime, Leela tended to keep herself hidden somewhere, not wanting to be found by anyone. After all, she was extremely noticeable in her animal skins, and the last thing she wanted was for people from the complex to find her and drag her back to it when she had work to do! Of course, it was Alema that gave her the targets, but she was still going to do her job and do it well! Anakin had gotten away alive, which was not good in her book. The Jedi needed to die and she would see to that.

Once the sun set, Leela left her hiding place and started slinking around the city. She kept to the quieter parts of the city, mostly as a precaution to her well-being. However, since she couldn't use the Force, she had no idea that Jaina was out looking for her or that she was pissed off. Leela was in full hunter mode, creeping around, careful to not make noise. That's when she saw movement across the way from her. Leela stopped, partially shadowed as she was between lightposts. Letting her eyes adjust, it didn't take long for her to recognize Jaina. Alema had made sure she knew what Jaina looked like. Her anger went to a new level as she drew her knife from its holster. She didn't wait. Instead, Leela stepped into the light, making her presence known to Jaina. She had a fixed glare on the Jedi. Her knife, which had been cleaned since it drew Anakin's blood, was bare and light glinted off of the well-taken care of blade.

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tricksterjaina
2011-03-04 04:02 am UTC (link)

Jaina knew the person she’d bee looking for - letting herself be led to - was close before the woman stepped into the light. It was just a feeling, a subtle stop, here at the back of her mind, and Jaina’s already-idle pace slowed a little more, head tipping to one side slightly, eyes bouncing from shadow to shadow, trying to pick out a shape, a figure, a person. There - stepping into the light, confident, brandishing a knife. Jaina had no doubt she’d found Anakin’s attacker - even if the Force hadn’t led her here, she would have known. Leela was clearly confident, knife out and catching the light, not hiding or disguising her intentions. Jaina didn’t stop walking, closing in, but slowly - steady and calm as if she wasn’t upset, as if she didn’t see the knife, as if she didn’t have intentions of doing her own damage.

She wasn’t going to disguise her intentions, either. Her hand moved towards her lightsaber, but she stopped half-way - her fingertips were sparking, blue-violet energy building up inside with her anger and slipping free from the tips of her fingers. It was a bad sign; she knew better than to do this, to give in. She’d done it once before - several times, technically, if possession and the future counted - and maybe this was part of that first time, a downward spiral she’d managed to avoid but not completely get out of. It was Anakin, then and now, every time that she was herself it was her little brother that was her weakness.

She didn’t say anything. Jaina had nothing to say, there weren’t words that would get her point across as clearly as it needed to be conveyed. She was sure talking would do little good (she could feel the other’s anger, just like her own, pulled that sense in towards herself and fed it to the fire inside, let the sparks dancing across her fingertips grow stronger), and anyway, this wasn’t a warning.

One hand reached for her lightsaber again with a scowl on her face, no intention of pulling the weapon off her belt; it was a diversion, an attempt to make it less obvious that her other hand was coming up, sparks flying away from her skin in an arc, headed in Leela’s direction.

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leelaofsevateem
2011-03-05 10:47 pm UTC (link)

Watching Jaina's careful approach, Leela was glad to see the woman didn't act like a coward when it came to a fight. If there was anything Leela disliked, it was cowardly people that would lose their wits. But Jaina approached with confidence, one that she could admire, even in the throes of rage she felt right then. Underneath the storm and fire of emotions within her, Leela was still the same Sevateem Warrior she'd always been. Confidence and courage were on her side, and she wielded them with the same deadly accuracy she wielded her knife.

Leela's grip tightened around the hilt. It had been the knife Romana had given to her for Christmas, the last thing she'd ever gotten from her friend. It was fitting that she would use to exact revenge for her fallen friend and charge. No doubt had this happened on Gallifrey that the Time Lords would have killed her or thrown her in prison for failing in her duty to protect the President. But right now none of that mattered. All that mattered was the Jedi standing in front of her. If she was to die here tonight, at least she would die fighting for Romana, which was more than anyone else that had called Romana friend were doing.

Leela's gaze followed Jaina's hand that went for her weapon. It was the obvious movement to her, and Leela wasn't expecting another attack, one that didn't come from a weapon. But when the energy came flying towards her, Leela froze, eyes widening in surprise. She had faced many types of attack before, but none quite like this. She tried to dodge the attack, but it was too little too late. While she avoided a direct hit, the energy still hit her, knocking her back. She cried out as the energy wounded her, burning her bare skin. She fell to a knee, right hand holding her left arm. Her left arm, shoulder and a little of her chest had taken the brunt of the attack. Drawing in a sharp breathe through clenched teeth, Leela glared up at Jaina. But instead of giving up, she leapt up, springing up suddenly like a coiled snake striking at prey. Adrenaline kicked in and she didn't feel the pain. All that she felt was the burning need to strike down this opponent. She drew her knife back as she closed the distance between them, then lashed out, aiming for Jaina's chest.

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