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06.16.2012 , 03:20 PM |
A Lovely Singing Voice
“Could Master Bakarn talk more?” Kira groaned as Esma unsealed the conference room.
Esma rubbed the back of her neck, “Stars, I hope not. A few more meetings like this, and I’ll start contemplating life as a Sith.”
“Don’t even joke about that.”
“Oh, come on, I….” she paused, listening, “do you hear that?”
“What?” Kira cocked her head to the side, “Is that….singing? I thought Doc was out on a mission.”
“He is, I’ve been keeping him out of sight as much as possible, Rusk too, so….it can’t be.” Esma sprinted quietly to the downstairs door to listen to the faint sound with an unholy grin on her face; Kira quickly joined her.
“He’s not bad,” Kira whispered reluctantly.
“I have to see this,” Esma muttered, starting down the stairs.
“I’ll pass,” Kira said, “last thing I need is Scourge having another reason to kill me.”
Esma walked quietly down the stairs, expecting the singing to stop with each step, but the rich notes continued. She couldn’t make out the words till she got closer, but the tone was sad, a slow, mournful tune.
“….red like sunset, cold as the sea,
My love will remain lovely forever,
But she will never come back to me…”
He’d set up some sort of workbench in the cargo hold. It was covered with a number of crystals, cloths, tools, and a disassembled lightsaber. He was using an old-fashioned hand file to methodically work a crystal, the rhythm matching his song, his eyes fixed as if deep in memory.
She propped herself against the doorframe and listened. His voice was amazing, rich, deep, it seemed to wrap around Esma and hit all the right spots. She shivered. He snapped back to awareness between one note and the next, freezing as she raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve never heard that song before.”
He set the file down carefully on the table and picked up a smaller, finer one. He began working on the crystal again. “It was popular in my youth."
“It sounds very sad,” she paused till he glanced up and met her eye, “and lonely.”
He was quiet for a long time. “My life has been empty and colorless but for my hatred of the Emperor. Now, the years stretch before me.”
“Do not waste your pity on me,” he said scornfully, switching the file for a soft cloth. He wiped the fine dust off the crystal and held it up to the light overhead.
Esma walked over and held out her hand for the crystal. He paused and then handed it to her. She looked at it in the light. It was perfect, deep rich green without a flaw to be seen. “Eternity without love is not much of a life.”
He stood up and held out his hand with a small smile on his lips, “That does not sound like a Jedi.”
She handed the crystal back to him. “The Jedi…and you, are missing out.”
He took the crystal, his eyes never leaving hers, red to red. “Yes…we are.”
Esma’s breath caught hard in her chest as the silence stretched out. A whistle from T7 in the engine compartment startled her, and in a near panic, she turned and rushed up the stairs, away from the Sith with the lovely singing voice.
Ahhh!! I can't do it!! Every time I try to write a funny Scourge story it ends up with this tension!! Damn it BioWare, please? Pweety pweety pwease?
And although it wasn't what he was singing, I had "Who Wants To Live Forever?" running through my head as I was writing this. Queen FTW!
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