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07.04.2012 , 04:58 PM |
, with Sith Warrior Ruth and Imperial Agent Wynston (Darnek). 1400 words, spoilers for a Dromund Kaas planetary quest.
"Let me get this straight," said the Chiss who called himself Darnek. "Your boss wants me to use this Quell stuff to slowly, painfully poison the rebelling slaves so as to break their spirits and end the uprising. You want me to use more of this Quell agent to just kill them outright so we can clean up the bodies and go home."
"That’s about the shape of it, yeah." The supply sergeant was a surly-looking brute, and yet he still seemed more pleasant than the Sith boss who had first briefed Darnek on the task.
Ah, odd jobs on Dromund Kaas.
Someone came up to stand beside Darnek. Young fair-skinned brunette, interestingly dramatic body armor. Sith.
Which meant her arrival killed any chance of Darnek implementing a merciful plan.
She smiled amiably. "Sorry, gentlemen. Lord Drowl over there was just elaborating the most inhuman scheme to slowly poison this entire work camp to death. I can't seem to talk him out of it. I don’t suppose you have enough Quell to just kill these rebels outright and tell him his dosage nonsense failed?"
Okay, merciful plan might happen.
The sergeant and Darnek exchanged looks. It was the soldier who spoke. "That's fine by me, my lord. I have the stuff here." He started pulling small tanks of yellow liquid from his supply stack.
"Thank you." She started scooping up the Quell bottles and packing them carefully into a backpack. She looked up at Darnek after a moment. "I'm Ruth," she said, politely not verbalizing her obvious curiosity at seeing a Chiss. "You here on the job?"
"Yes, my lord. I'm Darnek. It's an honor." She was pretty. Not visibly touched with Sith corruption. Wide-eyed, cheerful, striking an intentional balance between informality and perfunctory dignity. Either an idiot or dangerous, and she was young enough that idiocy was the probable answer. She wouldn't live long among her own kind. Pity; she seemed pleasant, for a Sith. "Shall we be off?"
The less said about the job itself, the better. A labor revolt was a labor revolt, and it had to be put down, but it was still an ugly day's work. Darnek accompanied Ruth back to the foreman’s camp with a minimum of conversation.
Lord Drowl looked up from his console at their approach. "Results are already coming in. They're dying in droves! I must have miscalculated the dosage."
Ruth batted her eyelashes. "Is it really cost-effective to keep playing with this? Is there that much of an advantage compared with just executing examples?"
"Don't tell me how to do my job, apprentice. You probably ruined this one anyway. Get out of my sight." He turned away without another word.
Ruth walked a little ways away before letting out a sigh. "So much for the advice."
"You tried, my lord," Darnek told her. “It was kind of you."
"I do try." She shook her head. But when she looked back up at him she seemed to brighten up a bit. "It was good to work with you, Darnek. Fight well."
Favorably inclined pretty woman? It was worth a shot. "I was just going to return to the city for dinner. Would you care to join me?"
Her face was pure confusion, but she came around soon enough. "I'd like that, yes. Meet you at the Nexus Room, an hour or so?"
"Count on it."
Darnek had never seen a Sith in a cocktail dress before, or if he had, he hadn't fully realized what was going on. The silver shimmersilk number Ruth showed up in would have done credit to, well, a beautiful non-Sith. Interestingly, she didn’t seem to have any place to hide a weapon in that fitted silhouette. Tally one more mark under the 'charming idiot' header in her file.
He caught her before she reached the bottom of the Nexus Room Cantina's entrance stairway. "You look stunning," he told her. "Shall we?"
Darnek wouldn't quite say he lived for the hours of eating, drinking, and slowly unwinding a chatty pretty girl. He didn't even live for the dancing and other activities that usually came afterward. But they were all really enjoyable pastimes.
And yet, this was Dromund Kaas, land of the unpleasant things that put him on edge; and so about halfway through her second drink he decided to get it over with. "So I take it you have a thing for Chiss? Or perhaps just aliens in general."
"I…have a – what? Oh!" Wow, her eyes could get big. "No. I don’t think I've even spoken to a Chiss for longer than thirty seconds before."
"That's no obstacle, it's what the holonet is for." He grinned.
The Sith grinned back nervously. "Are you saying I have to have a fetish to find you attractive? Because that's an odd statement."
Interesting. Most Imperial humans who were even slightly receptive to him were...well, suffice it to say that species-blind would be a first in this town. "Maybe I was just angling to get you to call me attractive. I have terribly delicate self-esteem, you know."
"I can tell. I like you, Darnek. Simple as that."
"What, no 'this one will serve well' or 'I think I shall vivisect him for my own amusement'? Are you entirely certain you're Sith?"
"I'm just an apprentice. I'm sure I'll learn."
The corners of her rosebud mouth curved upward. "Now that's a piece of career advice I've never heard before."
"Take it from a humble Force-blind. The world doesn't have enough beautiful, charming, sane Sith."
"Your shamelessness is showing."
"Just calling it like I see it. Let me know if that's a problem."
They went on chatting. She was quite open. As a matter of habit he built up a mental dossier: upbringing, inferred political views, unfamiliar names in a side list because they might come in handy later; Sith sponsors, local contacts, the subset of Darth Baras's priorities that he saw fit to make known to this apprentice (and Darnek hoped for Baras's sake that that was a strictly limited subset, given the apprentice’s talkativeness). It was an easy charming pleasant conversation, but she was dropping information faster than a defector with a gun in his face. She had a certain wit, a startlingly quick grasp of ideas, but she didn't appear to be familiar with the concept of discretion.
More food, more drink, more talk. Later, once dinner had settled, he asked: "Do you dance?"
She cocked her head and looked incredulous. "No."
"Would you like to?"
"Sith don't dance."
"You sure? It's easy with the right partner. I've taught Ithorians to dance, you can't possibly be that much trouble."
"When did you teach an Ithorian to dance?"
Darnek extended a hand. "Come with me and I'll tell you."
The kind of girl who would go for that was the kind of girl Darnek could get along with.
From the Nexus Room to the nondescript hotel Intelligence was keeping him in, from there to the inevitable, and damn this girl was pleasant. What she lacked in experience – not that he would say that to a Sith's face – she made up for in being attentive and playful and genuinely enthusiastic. He wondered whether she would be willing to stay overnight.
She answered that question for him when she returned from the refresher and went right for her dress. "I'd better get moving. Worlds to burn, you know how it is."
"I'll call you next time my job takes me this way."
"I'm flattered, but I travel a lot." She smiled unconvincingly. "Maybe we'll run into each other again sometime."
Well, that saved some disentangling effort on his part. "Fair enough. Good to meet you, my lord."
She made a face and threw the nearest available small object at him. That happened to be her underwear. "Ruth," she corrected, in a tone that would've been commanding if he weren't so thoroughly aware of what she was and wasn't wearing at the moment.
good to meet you, Ruth."
That smile was bright and sweet with a strong twist of mischief. "You, too." She set off with a swing in her step. Back out into the den of wolves, into a galaxy full of the kind of trouble that would eat a girl like that alive. Not his problem – they never were – but all the same, he was almost sorry to see her go.
So after my
about a Light Side Sith meeting up with an Imperial Agent in what ends up being a life-changing relationship for both of them, I thought I would post something about their daughter, my Light Side Sith Ruth, meeting up with an Imperial Agent…this one by the name of Wynston (Darnek)…in what ends up being, well, you know. Not the obedient patriotic Operative healer Ruth ended up falling for, but a significant relationship all the same.
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