Remi the Grey
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07.17.2012 , 05:03 PM |
Part 2.16 Persistence is Futile
“So who was she?” Jaesa asked from the doorway.
Scourge was repairing a piece of armor plating in the cargo bay. He had managed to avoid Lord Ninka’s apprentice for a full day since the training incident but it was difficult. He easily ignored the Force-blind members of the crew, but he was not certain if Lord Ninka would take offense to ignoring her apprentice. He did not particularly care if Lord Ninka was upset but he did not want to disrupt the way things were yet.
“Who’s the other woman that Jedi had talked about? He said you had a thing for former-Jedi.”
“The Jedi are usually misinformed.” He had no intention of talking about Remi.
“Do you have any children?” she had not moved from the doorway, that was a good sign, he did not want a repeat of the other day. Unfortunately, her current line of questions was disturbing.
“I think it’s a shame a Sith like you hasn’t passed on his legacy.”
“I would outlive any children I could have.”
“That’s true,” she said stepping closer, “But the point is to make more of you. You’ve never thought about it? Taking another powerful Sith as a wife, having children and raising them to be Sith?”
Scourge remembered the Emperor’s words. He wondered what Remi would think if their children became Sith. He frowned banishing the thought, that dream was gone now.
Jaesa had been reaching for his arm but the frown that suddenly appeared made her stop. The man was so frustrating; she could sense her words evoked deep emotions in him. Perhaps she was approaching this wrong. She withdrew her hand.
“I’m sorry, my lord.” She apologized, he turned to look at her curiously. “I know how I must seem to you, I guess you’re fairly old fashioned.”
“The oldest.” Scourge agreed.
“Then we’ll take this slowly and let it build. I can wait, it will make the culmination that much sweeter.” She smiled at him. “Farewell.” She said as she left the cargo bay. Scourge frowned, that was not what he had meant.
Lord Scourge ate his meal efficiently. Jaesa sat across from him talking. She would occasionally touch his hand, and then he would move it so she could not do that again. When he was finished, he would nod to her and walk off to be alone. Jaesa would stare after him for a few minutes then go on about her business. This had been going on for more than a year.
“What day are we on?” Pierce asked taking a bite out of a ration bar.
“386,” Vette answered picking vegetables she did not like out of her meal.
“Two more days and you lose,” Quinn said smugly.
Lord Ninka walked into the mess; it was unusual to see the three of them looking sociable.
“Want to let me in on the joke?” she asked.
“Apologies, my lord,” Quinn looked faintly ashamed, “It is unprofessional.”
“And yet you started the pool.” Pierce said grinning.
“I was merely analyzing behavior and applying probability, you are the one who added credits.” Quinn squinted at Pierce. His cybernetic eye matched his real one almost perfectly but you could hear the mechanics of his pupil dilating.
“Outcome, odds, adding credits is expected.” He shrugged.
Lord Ninka waited for one of the men to explain. Finally, Vette rolled her eyes, “They’re betting how long it will take before Lord Scourge either kills Jaesa or beds her.” She gave up trying to make her meal edible and went straight for the dessert. “Pierce bet 388 days for killing. Quinn 390 for bedding.”
“Why so long?” Lord Ninka was surprised the men had picked a day so far out.
“It’s a rolling 30 day bet, my lord.” Pierce said grabbing Vette’s plate and finishing her meal for her. “The man’s got more restraint then I’d have given a Sith credit for. I bet fourteen days kill the first time.”
“I admit I thought he’d bed her just to shut her up a long time ago.” Quinn agreed.
“Are you kidding,” Vette exclaimed, “My room is right next to hers, bedding her certainly does not shut her up.”
“Vette!” Lord Ninka, Quinn, and Pierce said simultaneously.
“Well it’s true,” she muttered under her breath.
“I say he won’t bed her because he’s got a thing for that bounty hunter.” Pierce pointed with his fork. Quinn frowned at the mention of Grey.
“I don’t see why you keep saying that.”
“He almost tore your throat out when he first came aboard and you asked about her.” Pierce loved to remind him of that incident.
“He reminded me that she was in his employ at the time and any problem I had with her I had with him, it’s perfectly logical.” Quinn replied stiffly.
“I wonder why he hasn’t rebuffed Jaesa, or attacked, or given in for that matter.” Lord Ninka mused. The three exchanged a knowing look.
“If you want in on the next round,” Pierce grinned, “betting starts in four days. You’ll have to catch up we’re at a 2,000 credit buy in.”
“Perhaps I should just have a word with Jaesa,” Lord Ninka suggested, she was greeted with three identical frowns. She smiled fondly it was the closest thing to friendship she had ever seen between the crewmates, “Or not, but if I lose my apprentice you three are to blame.”
She became more businesslike and addressed the issue she had originally wanted to talk to them about. “Now, we are going to pick up The Five tomorrow, we may need to shift things around to make room for them.”
“We can move Jaesa in with Lord Scourge,” Vette suggested.
“If you do that,” Pierce looked at Quinn, “Double or nothing on kill.”
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