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There was a decidedly sulky Ben in the front of the classroom with his left arm in a sling.

Stupid tiny rancors.

"So this weekend was...eventful," he said dryly. "I'm glad the fog is gone. Today is Tahiri's choice for flying options because I can't get into a cockpit for another few days."

Stupid, stupid tiny rancors.

Along with the decidedly sulky Ben was a Tahiri who was decidedly not trying very hard not to look too amused. It wasn't her fault he'd gone and gotten hurt on a week she'd come up with some new programs.

"Your atmospheric option for today is the Sikorsky S-76 helicopter," she said, reading a quick overview of the controls off her datapad since it wasn't one she was familiar with either, and unlike some people here who could fly just about anything ever but weren't in any condition to fly today, she needed to get acquainted with the craft first. "They get used as air ambulances a lot in most versions of contemporary Earth, so that's what you'll be doing today. You can choose from either an urban or rural setting. The urban one's got lots of skyscrapers to maneuver around, but the rural one's got high winds to contend with." She grinned.

"As for your spaceflight choice, we've got an A-Wing interceptor for you. Personally, I don't think they're as great as most A-Wing pilots like to brag they are --" because the rivalry between X-Wing and A-Wing pilots was epic -- "but they are fast. See if you can manage last week's trench run scenario in something that requires a lot more precise reaction time from you as a pilot."

See, it wasn't her fault she'd already programmed the sim for a craft that required you to have really, really good reflexes to fly it well before Ben got hurt.

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Probably because the subject of either of Jaina's brothers was a pretty sore one for anyone who could have told her. Tahiri swallowed, hard, and bit her lip; it wasn't a denial, but her awkward silence worked pretty well as a confirmation, so she had to nod, briefly.

There was just no way she was going to tell Leia what happened to him.

And Leia wasn't going to ask, not yet at least, not with the look on Tahiri's face. "I guess that means I end up having a good relationship with my father then," she said lightly. Not that things weren't going relatively well already. Well, with a different her and a different Anakin that Tahiri knew. Ow, headache imminent.

Yeah, welcome to the collective headache, Leia. It's okay; you'll get used to it, too. Sort of. In as much as you can ever get used to constantly feeling like your head is the interior wall of the Kessel spice mines.

Tahiri's, for the record, felt like someone was trying to open a new vein of glitterstim using concussive ordnance.

"I guess it does," she allowed, smiling a little more genuinely now. It wasn't inaccurate, really; the name had been a gesture of forgiveness on Leia's part. Had been . . . would be . . . yes.

Headache.

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