Jaina felt him coming long before his footsteps carried along the durasteel deck plates, or his voice cut into the silence. “Mind if I come in?” She swung her pilot’s chair around to face Jagged Fel, a smile on her face. He had once again donned the standard black Chiss uniform with red piping, and looked dashing leaning against the doorframe. “You’re here just in time to help me launch her on her maiden voyage.” Jaina’s smile broadened. “The Heritage.” His eyebrows lifted in appreciation. “A fitting name, considering the circumstances.” She would never know. * * * * * * “I will,” she promised.