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Mun's never done a multipup post before, so here's to new experiences.

A man and a woman are having breakfast at a table. The man has chosen a seat with a very good view of the door, which he is watching like a hawkbat. Jaina said she would be back soon, but "soon" could be days or weeks or who knows how long.

Jag's never been in Milliways without her before, which is part of the reason he's hanging around Tahiri this morning.

As for the aforementioned blonde, she's picking at a bowl of fruit and browsing idly through Master Windu's accounts of Jedi history. The parts about the Clone Wars are rather interesting. She's got her lightsaber and Security badge but isn't particularly alert for trouble, seeing as the ghostcurse thing has been dealt with.

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Tahiri puts the datapad down again. There's nothing that far back, from what she can tell. "Oh, right."

"Four thousand years?" It's enough to pull Jag out of his extended facepalm. Gives him something else to think about.

Atton snickers at their reactions.
"Not that long, really," He grins. "Well, it is."

"More than four times longer than Master Yoda lived," Tahiri responds. "And he's the oldest being I've ever heard of."

"Kriffing hells, he lived for a thousand years?! What the kriff?"

"Nine hundred actually, if you believe Master Skywalker's stories." Tahiri shrugs with a grin. "He wasn't human, but I don't think Master Skywalker knew what species he was. Tiny and green with big sticky-out ears."

"..."

The next sound is a short laugh, but it's not coming from Tahiri. Which is odd.

... yeah, that would be Jag laughing now. Because if he doesn't do something, he'll start worrying about Jaina again.

"Hey," Tahiri says defensively, "I'm just repeating what Master Skywalker told us. Yoda was a powerful Jedi... probably why he lived so long in the first place, even if it wasn't a species thing."

"Kriff, he must have been senile by the end."

"He was sane enough to train Master Skywalker," she replies. "Though that would explain why things are so kriffed up in the Order now."

"Things are always kriffed up in the Order, unless they're being systematically killed as apparently they so often are," Beat. "In which case things are very dead in the Order."

"Does it really happen that much?" she asks. "I mean, we haven't been systematically hunted for six or seven years now. And before that there weren't any Jedi to hunt 'cause Darth Vader..." she trails off. "Well, 'cause he killed them all."

Beat.

"Wow, I guess it does happen pretty often."

"Yep. Jedi-hunting is the new craze all over the galaxy. You collect coupons for every Jedi you shoot repeatedly and can use them to buy a free meal for two at any Coruscant supermarket."

"Just shooting them once isn't enough?" asks Jag. "Can you shoot at them, or do they actually have to die in order to get the coupon?"

He just hopes they don't have this wonderful deal in Aeryn's universe. Because he doesn't want Jaina to be someone's free meal ticket.

Again.

"I think they have to die, 'cause otherwise you'd just get people shooting them in the leg and the Sith would be a bit miffed," Atton considers this for a second. "And probably close the supermarkets."

Tahiri crosses her arms over her chest. "Excuse me, there's a Jedi who actually was traded in for one of those offers sitting right here." Except she was captured for glory and not coupons.

"Good for you," Atton grins. "By the time I became a Jedi you could only get little nerf-bites in exchange for a coupon so nobody was bothered about killing me for them."

She shakes her head. "Must've been out of season then."

"Must've." Atton says, giving her a sage nod.

"Have you seen any of the other squadron members around lately?" Jag asks, now that the Jedi part of the conversation is over. "I've written up a few new sim programs, and I need people to test them out."

"I saw Wes ~~and Gavin~~," Atton thinks for a second. "And that's about it, I think. Haven't seen Wes that recently, really."

"We found the girl who talked him out of his blastsword," he says, smirking slightly. "I don't suppose he'll be happy to hear it's been broken."

"Hey," Tahiri jumps in. "She didn't break it, if that's what you're implying. And she said they traded. For the mechanical thing."

"Shame," Atton says. "It was very shiny."