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08.09.2012 , 08:54 PM |
I wanted really bad to participate in this week's prompt. I feel a little meh about this story and I don't think I quite 'did it right.'
Guilty Pleasures or I Can Totally Beat That featuring Ellivian Westan (my female Sith Jugg) and Malavai Quinn.
The bridge was empty. She paused briefly to wonder where Quinn was, figured he must be sleeping since he rarely ever seemed to, then wondered where her brother had gone. Vikis had taken Vette in a huff, refused to utter even one word to her and got in one of the shuttles. Since he had been on the bridge before his melt down, Ellivian decided to take a gander to see what she could see.
And to spy on her big brother a little of course.
Tapping a data pad against her leg, Ellivian wandered the consoles, looking over the buttons and lights and trajectories and nav assignments, searching for clues as to what had set her brother off. The only thing that was in any way promising was a recording on the mini holo projector. But it was encoded. Not that that was going to stop her or anything.
She sat comfortably in the Captain's chair and picked at the encoding for a while. It was deeper than she had thought at first and after stewing in frustration for the better part of an hour, she finally decided that it was high time to cheat. She stroked a thumb down the cybernetics on her left cheek and they hummed to life. Removing a hair thin rod from its casing below her eye, Ellivian plugged it into the holo projector and activated it.
Slicing into the vid was going to take a little bit of time. Ellivian looked over her shoulder to make sure she was alone before setting her datapad on the console before her. She swiped her finger across the front panel and the pad responded. She chose her program and settled back, intent on wiling away the time.
She never heard Quinn enter the bridge.
He didn't see her at first either. After a long stretch of a three hour sleep and a shower, he was in a fresh uniform and ready to return to his duties. He crossed immediately to his preferred console and then froze when the wispy strains of some childhood song caressed his ear. He wasn't alone. She was here.
Quinn's back jacked straight and he pulled down roughly on his uniform. Nonexistent wrinkles immediately smoothed themselves, though it did nothing to help the little ball of nerves that grew in his stomach. He turned his head and pin pointed the sound of the humming. She was lazily swiveling in the Captain's chair, a datapad in her hand and something working on the mini holo projector.
Curiosity got the better of him and he walked quietly towards her. “My lord?” he asked when he got right over her shoulder. He did a double take at her datapad.
“Malavai!” Ellivian pretended she didn't jump. Nope, she didn't jump at all. Certainly not an meter or two off her seat. She swiped her hand across her datapad, making the screen go dark. “You're lurking!” she accused, pointing a finger at him and frowning. “Why are you lurking? Don't you have something to do?”
“My something to do is here, my lord,” Quinn sniffed. “However, you looked quite busy.”
“It's nothing, Malavai,” Ellivian said. She set her datapad aside and reached for the holo projector to retrieve her cybernetic.
“Nothing?” Quinn asked, realizing she was embarrassed. He rather liked the faint flush of color that suddenly rode her cheeks. “You were quite enraptured by this...” he snatched the datapad off of the console even as she lunged for it. He keyed the screen back on and felt the corner of his mouth quirk up unexpectedly. “This... Color Bubble Power Blaster game. A satisfactory high score, my lord, I must say.”
“Give. Me.” Ellivian leaned into him and he held the pad above his head and to the side. He was considerably taller than her, she had no chance. “Honestly, Malavai!” She heard the loser buzzer of the level failing itself. “You made me lose. Give it back. I'm not above Force choking you unconscious for it,” she threatened.
Quinn paused and looked down at her. She didn't look angry, but the color on her cheeks was darker now. A slash of crimson below eyes the color of a golden sunset. His arm dropped in his distraction and she snagged the corner of the datapad, not quite able to pull it from his grasp.
The struggle was interrupted by the success twitter of the decoding program she had been using on the holo projector. They both looked, though she was still pressed against his body and they were still semi-wrestling for the datapad.
A sour looking woman with hair the same color as Ellivian's, though it was much threaded with silver, came into view. She scowled out at them and Quinn felt Ellivian stiffen against him.
“That's my mother,” she said. Quinn could see the resemblance though the daughter was considerably more beautiful, if only because she didn't posses a look like she'd been sucking on something pungent and sour. Ellivian let the datapad go and turned her attention to her mother's message, though Quinn was highly aware that she hadn't stepped away from him.
“Vol'vikis. Your father has fallen ill. He wants you to know that if you don't come see him before he dies, he won't rework his last Will and Testament. Everything we own will go to that sniveling, nerf-licking bastard son he had before he married me. You had better be on your way home right now or your father will see me on the streets before choosing to haunt me. And do not tell Adris or your sister until after your useless progenitor dies. There's nothing anyone can do anyway.”
The message ended and Ellivian made a face. “Good riddance,” she said breezily, but Quinn thought he caught a hitch in her breathing. She turned her face back up to him and reached again for the datapad. “Where were we?”
“My lord, if I may...” Quinn said, again holding the pad out of her reach. “You may have this back. If you can beat my high score.”
“What? I am the master at Color Bubble Power Blaster. Hand it over, Malavai.”
“You would like to think that, but you see, I've scored at least three million more points than you on this level. You're taking too long in breaking down the first three rows.”
“No way. Show me.”
Quinn restarted the level. Then proceeded to wipe the floor with her.
Be to her Virtues
Be to her Faults
a little Blind.