[ She was in the middle of rerouting a hypercable when the question sounds and Jaina rolls her eyes from underneath her X-Wing, taking a moment to snap the cable into place before she pushes her mechanic's shed from underneath the vehicle.
She takes a second to evaluate her. She didn't know much about the woman, other than that:
A. She was a clone B. She was a clone designed for the express purpose to kill Jedi C. She had worked for Vader and D. Her mother trusted her for some stupid kriffing reason, hence the clone's presence at the temple.
It wasn't a secret that Jaina had been keeping her distance from the woman. But she had managed to grit her teeth and restrain herself from outright rudeness and instead stayed encamped in the coldly polite ]
What kind of question is that? [ she rubs her hands on a nearby rag, getting the engine grease off ]
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She takes a second to evaluate her. She didn't know much about the woman, other than that:
A. She was a clone
B. She was a clone designed for the express purpose to kill Jedi
C. She had worked for Vader
and
D. Her mother trusted her for some stupid kriffing reason, hence the clone's presence at the temple.
It wasn't a secret that Jaina had been keeping her distance from the woman. But she had managed to grit her teeth and restrain herself from outright rudeness and instead stayed encamped in the coldly polite ]
What kind of question is that? [ she rubs her hands on a nearby rag, getting the engine grease off ]