Force of Wills: The Ties that Bind
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09.12.2012 , 11:36 AM |
Defender class Starship/Voss Orbit
They had been in orbit around Voss for the last three days, Republic diplomats trying to get Kianna clearance to come to the surface. Thanks to the Jedi council and their unwillingness to even open up discussions with Voss mystics, they in turn were understandably weary of letting a Jedi onto their planet. Kianna cursed the council under her breath for their rigidity, and lack of compromise.
It was early morning and Kianna was the first one up, per usual. She set the water to boil and rummaged for her favorite tea pot, the one that didn’t drip, through her travels she had collected a great many tea pots in search for the elusive drip free variety. Why was it so hard to make a tea pot that didn’t drip? It was another one of life’s great mysteries. She pulled out the delicate china pot, hand painted with wispy purple delphiniums and pink peonies, she pulled out the matching cup and saucer, because why not? She grabbed a second mug, and set it all on a tray.
Sargent Rusk was the second to enter the galley, per usual. They moved about the galley in practiced movement learned from spending months together. Kianna, moved to the pantry and started pulling out her crews favored breakfast foods, Rusk got to work brewing coffee, and dropped a tea bag in the pot. The kettle sang and Kianna would pour the water in the pot, handing plain buttered toast to Rusk who moved to sit down with his data pad and large cup of strong black Mantellian brew. This morning was different, Kianna poured the tea in the pot, she set honey, sugar, cream and milk on the tray, she even set some lemon wedges. She then grabbed some muffins, toast, and an assortment of fruit and brought it all down to the cargo bay.
“What’s this?” Scourge looked up from where he was sitting reclined on his palette with a book in his hands. Not a data pad but actual leather bound book. He set the pencil down and snapped it shut when Kianna entered the room.
“Breakfast! I didn’t know if you liked coffee, I was always led to believe the hot breakfast beverage of choice for Imperials and Sith was tea, I can grab you some coffee if you like?” Kianna realized she was babbling.
The room was no longer the pitch black it had once been, there was a series of lamps casting soft light throughout the hold, enough to see everything clearly, but not as stark and bright as the florescent ceiling light. Scourge was in loose linen clothing the Jedi had provided, the quiet beige complimenting his deep red skin tone.
“I did drink tea, you are correct in that assumption.” He looked at her then at the over flowing tray of food. He reached up and set it down on the small table, he and Kianna sat opposite each other. It took more will power then he thought to resist reaching out with the force towards her, to touch her energy which was always a breath of fresh air to him.
“How to you take it?” She poured the aromatic hot liquid in a large mug. Scourge stared at it for a long time searching his memories. He had poured and prepared his own tea on countless occasions prior to the change, yet now, he could not recall. “It’s ok.” Her voice was gentle when she sensed his growing frustration.
Instead she poured her own tea, with a drop of honey and a hint of milk. His red eyes followed her hands, and recognition erased the frustration, he chose a small scoop of raw brown sugar and cream. He tasted it, and grimaced. Kianna offered him her cup to try, he accepted it, his large hands infinitely careful with the fine bone china, he tasted it. He did not grimace.
“Still too sweet.” He handed her back her cup. He grabbed the large mug with his first attempt and poured it out at the fresher. He tried a different combination.
They drank and ate in silence, Kianna offering him selections from the variety of food, he finished his tea, strong and black.
“I’ll admit, this is preferable to ration packs.” He conceded to the point Kianna was making.
“You told me once that pleasure was a powerful motivator. That simple pleasures such as favorite foods were worth anything to you, I’m surprised you’ve been denying yourself, now that the barrier preventing you has been lifted.” Kianna wondered aloud.
Scourge considered her question, he looked at her red eyes, faintly glowing, the sapphires dotting her sky blue face, her ebony hair shining in the light, he drank her in, seeing her as she should be, not dulled, and muted. There was currently only one pleasure that was consuming him, and she had made it clear that he could not indulge in it. Yet.
“Old habits.” He said absently, turning away from her.
“What were you reading?” She asked as she stood up reaching for the leather bound book on his end table. She sensed his desire surge, and thought it best to change subject.
“Don’t” He reached out and grabbed her wrist, warning in his voice.
“Scourge what is it?”
“It’s nothing” he pulled her away, towards him. She collided softly.
“Somehow I doubt that.” She looked at his hand on her wrist, tightening, he released her, whatever was in that book was giving him a strong reaction, she could sense his control wavering. “But I’ll leave you with your secrets, if it’s that important to you.”
“Yes. It is.” Scourge felt exposed, he wanted his armor, he wanted the book to disappear and erase the vulnerability he was experiencing. He inhaled deeply and he breathed in her perfume, faint and subtle though it may be, it was intoxicating, he reached out with the force, touched her energy, it calmed him.
“All right.” She murmured, distinctly aware of their closeness. He smelled of morning musk, and clean clothes, he was radiating power and strength, and always a faint undercurrent of desire. She felt him reach to her, out of need or want, she allowed the action and withdrew when she felt him calm. He stepped away from her then.
“Sir, we just got our Voss airspace confirmation, shall I take us in?” Rusk was standing at the door way staring straight ahead.
“Please do Sargent.” Kianna answered.
After she had gone Scourge dressed in his armor, before he left to meet the Jedi and the rest of the crew he stopped and flipped his sketch book open, he studied the familiar face staring back at him, soft smile, the expression in her eyes haunted him, he ripped the page out. Scourge tossed the book into his personal lock box. Three hundred years’ worth of sketches of her, she was the one image that had haunted his mind’s eye and waking dreams, his one beacon of hope. Before meeting them in the holo room, he quietly slipped into her chambers, and placed the picture by her bedside table. Perhaps it was the location, but he sensed something distinctly malevolent, he also felt a powerful and familiar entity, he did not know if he would survive Voss.
Force of Wills
Force of Wills: The Ties that Bind