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07.17.2012 , 02:43 PM |
Thanks guys!! I know I had a blast working with Elliot like that.
Here is Catching up.
Some minor teasers/spoilers regarding my bigger fan fic The ties that bind. Featuring Avacynne my BH and Rateah, my soon to be assassin.
It was a rare dry day on Drummond Kaas, a row of restaurants had all set up their patios, and they were packed, it was still cloudy and gloomy, but there was a warm breeze blowing, and the scent of flowers was in the air.
“Good day for hunting.” Torian Cadera remarked. He and Avacynne were at a popular Mandalorian spot, waiting for their mid day meal.
“That it is.” Ava sighed wistfully, she sipped her beer. Eventually two plates of some shelled creature was set in front of them, with a small army of tiny forks and picks with which to eat it. Avacynne also noticed the bibs, but mostly she noticed the piping hot melted butter flecked with hot pepper flakes. She had no idea how to start freeing the meat from the shells.
“Like this” Torian had already tied the bib to his neck, Ava bit her lip to keep from laughing at him, with a few cracks and crunches he had a long succulent piece of meat in hand and was dipping it into the hot butter. Ava’s mouth was watering. Not one to turn down a challenge she tied her own bib around her neck, and attempted to recreate the effortless way with which Torian had used to get a hold of his meal. This time it was Torian’s turn to suppress a laugh as one of Ava’s utensils went flying through the air.
The long slightly bent pick hit the table behind them, landing in the other patrons soup.
“Crap.” Ava heard the splash and the other patrons curse. She turned in her seat armed with an apology and noticed the elegant robe and the lightsaber. “Double crap”
“My Lord I’m sorry, it’s my first time eating this particular dish, I’ll buy you a new meal” She did her best to placate the Sith, who, she knew from experience were quick to anger, they loved anger.
“Ava? Avacynne?” The Sith, a slight Rattataki woman inquired.
Ava found herself staring into familiar grey eyes, a familiar tattooed face, though it now bore old scares from slave brandings. Rateah.
“Teah?” She barely whispered the word, afraid she was dreaming, afraid if she looked away she would be gone again.
Without another word the two women embraced each other, holding each other tightly, hardly believing the other was actually there.
“I thought…after they took you. How did you become a Sith?” Ava was fighting with her emotions.
“The man who bought me was a Sith Lord, he saw my potential and sent me to Korriban. You! I knew you’d survive, Little sister, I knew you would be ok!” Rateah hugged Ava again and turned her seat around, ordering another soup. She eyed the armor, and her companion, a handsome blonde Mandalorian with dreamy blue eyes and some rather attractive scarring. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Torian Cadera, he’s…my.” Ava and Torian had never defined what they were to each other, there was mutual attraction, but Ava had held him, and Mako and even Gault, at arm’s length, not wanting to lose yet another family.
“I’m on her crew.” Torian offered his hand to Rateah, “You’re sisters?”
“Unofficially, but we’ve been through enough, shed enough blood together that we might as well be.” Rateah explained, remembering their early years on Tython and then Coruscant.
“Sounds like family to me!” Torian smiled.
“Going to the enclave?” Teah inquired, she had heard rumours of the Miraluka hunter, never thought it could have been her sensitive little Ava, the years had changed her though, there was a strong shell surrounding her now, her emotions tethered down.
“No, actually, got hired by a Sith Lord, you might know her, a Lord Ardyth?”
Rateah knew her and her face darkened. She knew the whole blasted family. “Be careful with her.” She warned, “She’s ruthless, even by Sith standards.”
“Thanks for the tip.”
The trio finished their meal, the two women remembering old times, telling new tales, laughing at Ava’s continued ineptitude with eating her food. They exchanged holofrequencies and parted ways.
Rateah’s holo rang, and a familiar red face appeared, “What do you want?”
“I have need of your unique skills Rateah.”
“I don’t answer to you anymore, you are neither my owner nor my master.”
“My dear I don’t presume to be either of those things, it would be a service to my grandson.”
Teah’s heart skipped. “What of Marek?”
“Come to my estate and I will explain everything.”
Lord Kaervrek cut off the call and smiled a slow grin.
Force of Wills
Force of Wills: The Ties that Bind