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06.15.2012 , 06:18 PM |
Wow, there are several critical points in my files. Here's my angry endgame Sith Warrior Ruth, spoilered seven ways from Sunday, a bit under 400 words:
Ruth looked around the Citadel conference room. It was an adequate place to conduct cleanup business before her work took her back out on the move.
Just some cleanup business.
Right on time, somebody opened the door and escorted Malavai Quinn in. Ruth didn’t even process who the somebody was; she only knew that the door closed and left her alone with Quinn. He seemed to have recovered well enough from the treatment of the last few weeks. And he was uncollared now. She could at least afford him that dignity.
They faced each other in silence across the length of the conference table. She had a whole plan to describe, so when she was sure she could steady her breath, she started.
"Your master is dead, and I am sick of revenge." Her thoughts shattered at the look on his face. She fixed her eyes on the wall and found herself still talking. "It's meaningless to talk of forgiveness between us. If I set you free, you will come for me, soon or late. You will watch for weakness. Call me a liability to the Empire. Exact your revenge. This is your nature. Nevertheless I must free you. The war effort needs you alive, Quinn. The Empire needs you. The enemy is out there and I will not destroy a man so well qualified to fight it. So you shall live. I’ve unfrozen your accounts. I shall write a recommendation for any post you desire. When the time comes - when the time comes, you can see the child. Under supervision, of course.”
He was calm. Steady. “Will you be resuming your campaign against the Republic, my lord?”
“And if I asked to serve you? Knowing how well we work together. Knowing what a difference you and I could make. Knowing I would submit to your command without reservation.”
“If you asked, I would spit in your eye.” He flinched. “Any other stupid questions?”
“No, my lord.”
“Good. Coordinate with Jaesa for your passage offworld and any other resources you require.” She conducted him to the door and paused in the doorway. “One final thing. I love you. I’ll go to my grave loving you. And for that above all, I will never forgive you.” An ugly truth, and something she didn’t care to carry alone. “Dismissed.”
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