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07.14.2012 , 08:04 AM |
: Derp, I meant to post this earlier. Imperial Agent Wynston (no spoilers) finds Quinn post-Warrior-storyline. 450 words.
A small jungle planet. A relatively unimportant assignment, but Wynston had requested it due to some personal curiosity. It required ground support from a military contact he hadn't seen in close to five years, since just before both their lives had gotten very interesting.
And so it was that Wynston was escorted into a conference room to meet with Colonel Malavai Quinn.
"Colonel," said Wynston, not bothering with a salute.
"Cipher," said Quinn.
The neat little Chiss took up his station at a console next to the human’s. "I'm here to pick up the schematics for the Republic base along with any other surveillance information you have."
"Since Intelligence seems to lack the necessary resources, I will oblige."
"My superiors have chosen to leverage military expertise, Colonel, on the assumption that you have some to offer." Wynston tapped a session active on the console and accepted the files Quinn was dragging his way. Staff schedules, logistical details on what resources the place took in and spat out; there, blueprints. Wynston fished out a datacard with one hand and fed it into the console to copy. He started examining the map.
Quinn's next words were spoken in a quiet controlled tone. "Darth Ruth. Is she...?"
"She's alive, no thanks to you," said Wynston, not looking over. "I'm not here to answer your questions. What do you know about the power conduits, here? Is the maintenance access navigable by a midsized combat droid?"
Quinn was subdued. Aware, professional, quick to answer Wynston's questions, but subdued. The years seemed to have changed the angry but would-be-expressionless drone into a slightly older expressionless drone.
"That's everything you asked us to prepare. Will you require anything else?"
"No, this will suffice." Wynston recovered his datacard. "I won't be returning. I can forward you any relevant conclusions from the operation afterward if you wish."
"Please do." There was a pause. Quinn closed his eyes and said, with some effort, "Be good to her."
Interesting that he thought Wynston was close enough to make a difference. Wynston felt no need to correct that misconception. "Not to worry. I can't possibly do worse than you." Ruth had told him not to kill Quinn, but she hadn't said anything about hurting him. "By the way, you'll be glad to know your son is doing well. He's quite charming. I'll be sure to give him your regards next time I take him and Ruth out someplace."
"Get out," said Quinn, in a voice so low that only the rage of it confirmed that anything had been said at all.
Wynston didn't bother hiding his smile. "Thank you for your assistance, Colonel. Good day."
Notes (Agent spoilers):
Wynston chose the 'rogue' option in endgame, but I figure he maintains high awareness of relevant Intelligence operations both official and un- and is relatively free to step in where he wishes, taking up the old mantle of the Cipher agent.
I figure he spends this decade going about his business and cautiously seeking to cultivate Ruth's interest in not being a jerk. He doesn't visit all that often or get all that close – but then, Quinn doesn't know that, does he? Quinn has rare, heavily supervised visits with his son and doesn't see his son's mother at all.
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