The Short Fic Weekly Challenge Thread!
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06.30.2012 , 06:31 PM |
first impressions eh?
might get longish
femsmug, corso being a goober, femagent, crew
heavy agent spoilers, BH spoilers.
meh, i'll put it into 2 parts methinks since it getting long, and my attention span getting short
" Aww hell no, captain. You GOT to be kidding me. Your parents are WHAT, and you want us to VISIT them?! Did you land on your head the last time you got shot off your speeder?!" Corso was pacing around the games room on their ship, moving his tensed arms furiously as he tries to comprehend what was just said to him.
His in laws are imps.
After all these years, they finally touched base with his their daughter; his wife, and wanted to catch up.
As far as he was concerned, imps were born sporting demon horns at birth, and held dark, evil rituals where they drank the blood of freshly slaughtered kittens on a weekly basis. There was nothing any self respecting person could do with an imp except shoot them. Now he was told his wife was raised by imps, and that he had to follow her along to meet them. She offered to go alone, but there was no way he could risk that. He had to protect her! They might try and brainwash her, or feed her kitten blood, or...or SOMETHING bad. Whatever they wanted to see her for after all this time, it HAD to be evil!
He still dragged his heels. Dragged his heels and WHINED. The things she dragged him alongside for. The things he put up with. How in the galaxy does she manage to keep him following her despite it all?! Eventually he swallowed his pride, and accepted the fact he'd hopelessly follow her to the emperor's own tea party if it came down to it. They boarded a discreet, but elegant and sleek space yacht in a neutral space port, and he swallowed, gritted his teeth, and prepared to face all the horror stories he was told as a child to come true in front of him.
They met a middle-aged chiss woman, her skin a more vivid blue than Teumessia's, his wife, a scar ran down along the left side of her face. Oddly enough, no horns. Then again, all the imps he killed had no horns... maybe they hide them in daylight. Yeah. thats it. they hide them.
" Welcome, i am Crezelle, and you must be the young, handsome farmboy i kept hearing about on the holo~" she beamed. " You helped her get her ship back when she got stuck in republic space. I told her to keep a better watch on her ship, but, well you mustn't cry over spilt milk, not on my ship anyway. The fingerlings don't waste anything spilled. Well come on in, we don't bite. "
He stepped inside the ship, and hesitantly looked around every corner while his wife nudged her mom with her elbow as they both giggled at him.
" wait till he sees what's in the medbay."
" Please tell me he's not going to.... "
" Oh all right, i'll call him now and let him know not to scare your poor man half to death with his little 'ghoul trick. "
" Thanks, he's scared enough as is. I told you he thinks you used to feed me kitten blood as a child, right?"
" REALLY? ahahahahahaa"
Crezelle De'Chimera, of the Shadowlands
" Secret Agent Blue Booty, at your service. You Lead the way; I bring the kolto. "