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A few days ago, Jag finally beat the Battle of Endor on the sims upstairs.

So what? you might say. He's supposed to be such a hot-shot pilot-- why did it take him seven weeks to clear one battle?

This is where the slight smirk comes in. Because Jag? Cleared the sim with every class of ship offered.

On both sides.

So now he is relaxing at the bar with a drink. Mmmmm, tastes like victory.

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"You're still celebrating, aren't you?" His wife gives him a look as she sits down at the bar next to him. "Thought you beat that thing days ago."

Jag raises an eyebrow at her, still smiling. "Yes. Is there something wrong with that?"

"And people call me arrogant," Jaina responds, shaking her head at him. "So, gonna order me a drink?"

"It's not arrogance. It's a well-deserved celebration of many weeks of hard work." Jag taps the Bar's surface. "Another ale for the lady, please."

The ale appears and Jaina picks it up, cupping it between both hands. "Jagged, you purposely defeated that battle with every ship type possible."

"Of course I did. Though wouldn't it have been interesting if I had accidently beat it with every ship type possible?"

He pauses a moment to reflect. "Maybe I'll try that next time."

"Arrogant!" Jaina answers with a laugh, giving Jag's arm a slight poke. "You kriffing arrogant pilot, accidently beating it?"

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head at him again.

He shrugs. "It would be something new."

Jag is definately in the market for something new, especially after who knows how many weeks Bound in this Bar with nowhere to go and nothing to do but sit upstairs all day trying to beat those sims. Much as he loves flying, he's ready for a break.

Jaina chuckles again and then takes a sip of her ale. With a small sigh, she shrugs. "New would be finally going home."

Jag takes a sip of his own drink, refusing to look over at the wall where the door ought to be because every time he does, it refuses to appear.

It's a bit like a staring contest in reverse. Sorta. Or just him ignoring the wall and the wall ignoring him right back.

"I'm beginning to wonder if we'll ever get back."

Jaina places her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. She doesn't look towards the wall where the door should be either.

"We can't stay here forever, Jag. I don't want to."

"Neither do I, but if the door doesn't come back then I don't think we have much of a choice."

He is in full-on Grim Mode now. Because it's hard to continue to smile about beating a game when you've been reminded just how stuck you are in a place you really don't like anymore.

"The door has to come back. It has to." Her eyes close and she leans her head into her hand, frustrated.

""

Jag puts his arm around her shoulders and gives Jaina a squeeze. "I know."

This is when he glances over his shoulder at the door.

... at the DOOR. The door in the WALL. The wall where there hasn't been a door in months.

It seems he's forgotten how to breathe.

"Jag?"

Jaina looks up, worried at the sudden change in his manner.

"Jag, what is it?"

"Look over there," he says quietly. "Tell me if you see it."

She slowly follows his gaze over towards the...that's a door, right? A real door right where it's supposed to be? A door that opens up to back home?

Then can go back home?

Jaina beams and laughs and throws herself off of her stool and toward's Jag, tackling him in a hug. "I see it!"

He catches her with a grin, almost overbalancing but managing to grab hold of the bar before they both tumble over.

"Come on, let's go get our things. We don't know how long this is going to last."

"I-"

Leaving. Home. A life with Jag, an actual start to all this. Suddenly all the happiness is joined by fear and anxiety that Jaina shoves into the back of her mind quickly.

She can deal with this. This is leaving. It's finally starting what she's been wanting for weeks.

"Yeah," she answers with a nod, holding his hand tightly. "I just need to say goodbye to Zekk quickly, and then we can go?"

"Okay." He plants a kiss on her forehead. "I'll go start packing."

And with that, makes a mad dash for the stairs.

Jaina nods and quickly follows him towards the stairs, off to find Zekk and say goodbye.

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