Sith in a Pretty Dress: Chronicles of Adwynyth
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08.31.2012 , 01:48 AM |
Timeline: Balmorra. A few minutes after meeting Quinn for the first time.
"My lord, I must apologize for my earlier rudeness and inappropriate behavior. If I'd realized you were Darth Baras' apprentice, I would never--"
"...have acted like an arse? Never threatened me with a blaster, like when you thought I was simply a stupid rich teenager? Never shoved past me like I was irrelevant?" Adwynyth was clearly enjoying this, and so was Vette.
Quinn was immune to the sarcasm. "All of the above, my lord. I am guilty of all of the above. May I brief you on the situation on Balmorra?" And just like that, he wanted to get down to business. Amazing, the single-mindedness of this man. Although, he kept eyeing the dress as he filled in the young Sith on the war, the resistance, the Republic's positions, and the state of the mission she was taking care of for Darth Baras.
Once he was done, he paused for a moment. "My lord, may I ask a personal question?"
Adwynyth's amusement was paplable. "Certainly, Lieutenant. Ask away?"
"Do you always dress so...formally?"
"What do you mean, Quinn?" She clearly wasn't going to make this easy for him. He didn't deserve easy, after the rude introduction. "As opposed to a tank top and shorts?"
"No, my lord, allow me to be specific." He tried again. "In combat, is it wise to wear something so..." The officer fumbled for a word.
"...well-tailored?" Adwynyth volunteered.
"...stylish?" Vette helpfully supplied.
"Impractical." He glared at the Twi'lek, clearly intending to put her in what he thought was her place. Vette simply stuck her tongue out at him and continued to grin impishly. "It seems to be rather...flowing and...loose for use in melee combat."
"Why, Quinn," purred Adwynyth teasingly, "if I didn't know better, I'd swear you were concerned with my safety."
The Lieutenant blushed rather stiffly -- an accomplishment in itself -- and tried to explain. "Merely trying to preserve a valuable resource for the Empire, my lord. Your martial prowess is well-known."
"So, you acknowledge that I know what I'm doing with a lightsaber, but you're questioning my choice in attire anyway." Adwynyth was clearly still teasing, but allowed a bit of steel to enter her voice for that last bit, reminding the Imperial of the price that such questions could potentially carry. She felt like she still owed him a bit of stress after his boorish behavior earlier.
"I...didn't intend to convey that, my lord. I withdraw my entire line of questioning." Quinn was clearly sweating now. "Do you have any other questions for me about Balmorra, my lord?"
"I don't believe so, no. You're dismissed."
"Thank you, my lord." And he made the hastiest exit that dignity allowed, only realizing after he'd left the building that his barracks were inside.
Adwynyth and Vette let loose with uproarious laughter at his rushed departure. The Twi'lek spoke up first. "You think we should wait here until nightfall and see if he goes and gets a room somewhere else?"
"No...I'm hungry. Let's see if there's anything other than Imperial cafeterias around here." She peeked outside at Quinn trying to look nonchalant while waiting for them to leave. "After a few minutes." More giggling ensued.
I almost had her somersault over his head and put a lightsaber to his throat, just to demonstrate her dexterity in the "inappropriate" attire. I have another idea for later, though.