#with the Jedi Sitters crew some time!!

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN from Ahuska (and friends!)

Girl sure has done a lot of dressing up over the years! Here’s to many more ahead.

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First Lines

“Post the first line of your last 10 published fics, then tag people.”

tagged by @cinlat and thank you for making sure I noticed that I haven’t published much in the last little while - I had to go back almost an entire year to get 10. I’m slacking. I’m going to tag @dimigex @raendown and @carterashofficial

Newest to Oldest, the last few things I’ve published…(I skipped both collections from month long drabble challenges). 

1. Jedi Sitters -  Jurr's Crew - An Unwanted Surprise - Jurr/Kadu

Jurr had to force herself not to run across the hanger toward the Thunderclap.

2. The Sithy Bunch -  A Lapse Into Stupidity (Tully/Quinn)

Quinn had never been so nervous.

3. Space Punks -  What's In A Name? Jurr and Trev

Trev hated meditation practice, but while he was recovering and unable to do much physical activity it was one of the few ways to pass time that Master Vukosh has assigned him.

4. Thunder and Scars - Torian/Noara and Aric/Fynta

Jorgan crossed the small firing range toward the armory in the back.

5. A Poor Stand In - the infamous Khem fic

It had been a long time since the little sith went away.

6. I’ve Got You - My “main” Torian/Noara fic that I promise I’ll get back to... someday. I just need to get a better handle on who Noara is first.

The Mandalorian camp was buzzing with activity when Noara returned, the deactivated GEMINI Prime lying on a hovercart next to her.

7. Clashing Abdominals - a silly gen fic with @cinlat‘s Fynta

Aric Jorgan was used to walking in on strange situations.

8. Promises - Torian/JK Noara

The smell of fresh caff stirred Noara from her sleep.

9.  Love Bites - Torian/JK Noara

When Noara followed Theron into the hideout he and Lana had set up on Rishi, she had no idea they had called anyone else in.

10.  Hypotheticals - Doc/JK Deena

Doc wasn't sure what drew him out of his room in the middle of the night cycle on The Defender, Teeseven was manning the bridge so everyone could get some much deserved rest but he couldn't sleep for some reason. 

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Word Count: 2178 Characters: Jurr Jinn and @cinlat‘s Kadu Jadon & Fynta wolfe Series: Jedi Sitters A/N: For those not familiar with Jurr, she was in an accident as a child that caused brain damage and her memory is solely dependent on implants. Jedi Master Kadu Jadon is a healer who specializes with cases such as Jurr’s who need round the clock medical supervision. (Totally stole this from @cinlat‘s first story about these two adorable characters because it explains them so well. I took her banner too, cause these two are so cute and I love how Jurr is looking at him here.)

Cinlat wrote this wonderful story about Kadu’s pining for Jurr and I just had to write them meeting, and how much Jurr does not like the idea. 

Jurr had to force herself not to run across the hanger toward the Thunderclap. To say she was excited about her new posting would have been an understatement. Part of her still thought this was a dream and that if she pinched herself she’d wake to find herself back in the Coruscant barracks that had been her home since her last deployment had ended. Her assignments were never long term, every CO she’d ever had felt she was a risk to the rest of the team and would dispute her posting with HQ until she was shuffled back into the mix of other soldiers with no permanent assignment.

This time would be different. Thanks to a chance encounter with Fynta Wolfe, the commander of Havoc Squad, that had turned into as much of a friendship as Jurr was able to maintain had helped her land the mother of all promotions.

Commanding Officer of Havoc Squad. Spec Ops. The best of the best.

Part of Jurr was terrified, unsure how she could ever be good enough to fill the Major’s role and the other couldn’t wait to start. She’d have a place, with no one to complain to HQ until they sent her away. Instead of being the liability she would have to be the backbone of her team.

It was going to be hard, but she could do it. She had to, the constant shifting around was slowly killing her.

In the end she managed to keep her dignity as she approached the ship with only the lopsided grin on her face hinting at how eager she felt. Jurr had been on the Fury before, after a rather rowdy bar fight ended up with her nose broken. Fynta had been thoughtful enough to have her medic tend to it. The woman did a great job too, Jurr’s nose was as straight as ever.

Major Fynta Wolfe was waiting for her in the main room of the Fury along with the Cathar male Jurr might have remembered being introduced to.

The blonde woman grinned when Jurr walked in, meeting her in the middle of the room to clap Jurr’s shoulder with her hand.

“Good to see you again Major,” she said with a grin before turning to the Cathar. “Sorry I’m terrible with names…” Jurr let her voice trail off, hoping to prompt him to fill in the blank.

“Kadu Jadon,” he supplied, holding out his hand. Jurr took it in her’s and was surprised by how much warmth she could feel. “It’s good to finally meet you, Trev talks about you often.”

Jurr almost dropped his hand in shock. “You know Trev?”

Kadu smiled at her reaction. “I do, we have been friends for a long time. If even half of what he says is true it’s going to be a pleasure working with you.”

She stepped back, eye narrowing into a glare as she turned to face Fynta again. “Excuse me? I thought I was getting to put together my own crew.”

Fynta grimaced. “You will, Garza just wanted me to put forth some names and well, Kadu here is part of the deal.”

Jurr crossed her arms tightly, her heart suddenly pounding at the implication of Fynta’s words. “Are you saying that there are conditions to my promotion?”

“It wasn’t my idea but yes.” Fynta gestured at Kadu, “he’s a Jedi healer that’s going to look after your health while in the field.”

Jurr saw red. This was so far out of line she couldn’t even think of a good comparison for it.

She was an adult damnit. A Captain in the Republic Military!

She did not need a babysitter.

It didn’t matter to her that he was a jedi, or a healer, he was there to babysit her and that was unacceptable. The nerve of that… Jurr paused in her internal tirade to take a few deep breaths before she said something she would regret to one of the very few friends she had.

Fynta Wolfe had done her a solid, recommending her for the positing of Havoc CO. HAVOC. Jurr wasn’t sure there were words for what a big deal that was to her. She had never expected her career to go far. When she made Captain she was told it was the farthest up the chain she qualified for, with her disability.

Not for the first time she wondered how different her life could be if she just wasn’t broken. Oh the doors that would open for her. She would know so much about herself that she couldn’t answer now, like her name or date of birth. Who knew how far her career could go then, she had a natural aptitude for soldiering after all. Hell she might not even been a soldier and maybe, maybe if she hadn’t been in that accident, she would have a family. Or a face that didn’t look like it had been run over by a speeder because, well, it kind of was.

Without these drawbacks all the things she knew she would never have, like love, would be possible.

And now her dream promotion was being tainted by the same blemish on her life.

“Jurr?”

Fynta’s voice pulled her out of her sulking and she spun around to fix the major with a one eyed glare.

“I do not need a babysitter.”

“He isn’t a babysitter.” Fynta retored, gesturing at the Cathar standing next to her, bag still slung over his shoulder.

“Then what is he?”

“He is a doctor, a healer Jurr, and a warrior.” Fynta stepped closer, “and he is here on Trev’s recommendation.”

“Why can’t I just have Trev with me?” Jurr didn’t care that she was actively whining now. The unfairness of the situation had her on the edge of an emotional breakdown.

“You know why, Trev has his own posting and none of the special skill Kadu has.” Fynta sighed. “Jurr you are making me be the reasonable one here and I don’t like it.”

Jurr folded her arms over her chest. “Easy for you to say, you're not the one who isn’t trusted without a minder.”

“What do you call Jorgan?”

Jurr looked up at her skeptically, “I hardly think the two things compare, do you?”

“Would you want it to?” Fynta asked with mischievous smile. Jurr’s face fell and Fynta knew she had crossed a line she shouldn’t have. She hadn’t come prepared to deal with the kind of emotions she could see the younger woman trying to hide and realized she was going to see some backup if this transition of power was going to go smoothly.

Crossing the room, Fynta punched in a holofrequency she had used several times recently to help get Jurr’s promotion set in stone. The holo only rang twice before it was answered, displaying a holographic image of a young man with more visible implants than even Jurr possessed.

“Hey Major, this is an unexpected surprise.”

Skipping all plesentaries, Fynta got right to the point. “Trev I need you to explain our arrangements to Jurr, I’m not in the mood to argue with her.”

Kadu was surprised by the sudden concern on the other Jedi’s face.

“Where is she?” he asked, not bothering to ask for any details about why he was needed to help explain the situation.

Fynta grabbed Jurr by the upper arm and hauled her in front of the holo. She had just turned to snap at the manhandling when Trev smiled and said, “what’s new, JJ?”

Kadu watched in fascination, sensing the sudden flare of the Force in a woman who he swore was a null a moment before, as the aggravation on her face melted and the tension in her posture released.

“Trev,” she said with a smile, “what are you doing here?”

Trev looked past her toward Fynta, “can you give us a moment?”

“Of course, we will just be over here,” she said, ushering Kadu toward the conference room. Once they were inside Fynta grimaced. “Sorry about that, I told Jurr about you but as you can see, her memory issues aren’t exaggerated.”

Kadu nodded and set his bag down before leaning back against one of the tables. “Is she going to accept me on the squad, or should I look forward to an argument everytime she sees me?”

Fynta shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. Jurr’s memory can be so unpredictable sometimes it’s hard to know if she will recall someone or not. The only advice I can give you is that the more she interacts with someone the more likely she will remember them.”

The holo clipped to the soldier’s belt chimed and she pulled it off to check the incoming frequency. “I need to take this, I’ll be back and hopefully Trev can calm her down.”

Kadu watched her leave the room before sighing. He had taken this assignment as a favor to his friend, but Trev had failed to mention that the Jurr he always spoke so fondly of would hate the idea. He hoped the man could soothe her concerns away because, honestly, the healer in him was fascinated by what little he knew of her condition.

As the silence of the conference room settled around him, Kadu could hear the conversation from the other room. He didn’t particularly like eavesdropping, but short of plugging his ears there was little he could do to prevent his acute hearing from picking things up.

“Trev you don’t understand,” Jurr said from the other room, sounding obviously frustrated.

“Then I need you to explain it to me,” Trev said with far more patience than Kadu ever imagined he had. “I thought this promotion was something you wanted.”

“It is,” she sighed, “but I don’t want my entire life to be dictated by how broken I am.” The tone of her voice made Kadu wish he could see her face, to see if he was imagining the pain there.

“You are not broken Jurr,” Trev said firmly. “You’re are just a little different, that’s all.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Jurr said as Kadu decided to chance moving closer to the door. If he was going to hear their entire discussion, he might as well see it to give himself a better measure of the woman whose health he would soon be in charge of. “You’re implants don’t hold you back the way mine do.”

“I know, but you can’t let that stop you Jurr.” Trev smiled kindly, “if you do then you’re letting it win.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Jurr crossed her arms, “honestly Trev if I had anywhere else to go I think I’d just bag this whole army thing.” She tried not to think about how lost she would be without the military and that, if she managed to live long enough to retire the way Fynta had, she would probably have to return to the doctors and their experiments for lack of a home to return to.

“You don't mean that Jurr, you love being a soldier. The traveling and getting to help people, and don't even try to say you don’t love blowing things up.”

She tried not to smile, annoyed that he had seen through her bluff. “I do I just… I’m tired Trev. I’m tired of being shuffled around because no one wants to deal with me, and being treated like an invalid and a liability. Half my COs wouldn’t even listen to my ideas because they doubt my ability to think critically.”

“That’s why this is such a good opportunity for you. You will be the the CO, no more being shuffled around and Kadu is a good man. He’s been my friend for years.” Jurr looked away from Trev with a petulant expression on her face. “Jurr look at me.”

Reluctantly she turned back to his holo with a frown.

“I know this is hard to accept, but I had a really good feeling about this.” Trev smiled, “such a good one that I send you a package of your favorites.”

Jurr’s face lit up in a grin, “really? Will it be here soon?”

“It should be yes, but you can only have it if you accept the position and be nice to Kadu.”

Her grin turned back into a frown. “How ‘nice’ do I need to be?”

Trev laughed as Fynta walked back into the room, her own holocall over. “Just don’t shoot him and we have a deal.”

“Deal.”

“Oh good, you talked some sense into her.” Fynta smiled as she gave Jurr a friendly punch to the shoulder, before waving Kadu back unto the room. “You’ll see. This is going to be good.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jurr grumbled, looking over at Kadu before a mischievous gleam entered her eye. “If you think keeping up with me is going to be easy, you are in for a surprise.”

Kadu wasn’t sure if he was concerned by the look in her eye, or excited, but he was looking forward to finding out.