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09.13.2012 , 11:43 AM |
Gender bender Loyalty and Betrayal
An AU where Malavai Quinn was born a woman, how much does gender play a roll in our feelings for our dear Captain. Featuring male SW Anders Ordic.
Chapter 1 SW spoilers.
Miranda stood on the bridge of the Fury contemplating the events of the last twenty four hours. Baras had promoted her, and freed her from Balmora, had assured her, that her part in Anders operations had repaid her debt and that she was free to apply to any post of her choosing. She had been bursting with gratitude and pride, had bid farewell to the distractingly handsome and flirtatious Anders Ordic and set out to see about being posted to a dreadnaught, under her favorite Moff.
Everything had come crashing down when moments after Anders had left, her holo had rung again. It had been Baras.
“Ingratiate yourself to my apprentice, I want you on his ship, I want you to be my eyes and ears.” He had ordered.
“My Lord? I don’t understand, you indicated my debt to you was fulfilled, I was hoping to take a posting on Moff Sarit’s dreadnaught. With respect…” The Sith lord cut her off mid-sentence with a dark laugh with no humor in it.
“Miranda, my dear, I lied. I want Anders to think it was your idea, I want him to think you are one hundred percent loyal to him, I want him to depend on you. Make no mistake who your master is, I own you, and I can tear you down as easily as I bore you up. I expect weekly reports, and I expect results, by whatever means necessary, my apprentice is no fool, make him believe you, trust you.” The implications made her feel sullied, “Do I make myself clear?” All pretenses were gone, how easily her life was dictated by the whims of this Sith, the memory of agent Rylon fresh.
“Crystal clear my Lord.” She felt her heart sink as she spoke, and deleted her application to Moff Sarit as the holo call cut out.
Anders walked onto the bridge, all confidence and charm. Miranda turned towards him and stood at attention until he nodded his head, indicating she should stand at ease. She grasped her hands behind her back, and he looked her over once more with appreciative eyes.
“I trust you’ve gotten yourself settled and acquainted with the ship Captain?” The rough timber of his voice was both pleasing and mocking. This man liked to tease, it was altogether maddening.
“I have my Lord, I am at your disposal.” She cursed inwardly to herself, he would twist her words, innocent as they were, into something else. Regardless of what Baras had implied, she had never, nor would she ever debase herself to using her body or her femininity as a tool or weapon.
Anders ever smirking lips twisted up into a downright heart rending smile, Miranda pinched herself behind her back, keeping her face neutral, despite the way his facial tattoo crinkled or how his green eyes lighted with mischief.
“Perhaps I should inspect your quarters Captain, make sure they are up to code.” Predictable, and yet she pinched herself again, willing the heat in her chest to not rise to her cheeks.
“You will find they are spotless and in order, My Lord.” She had played this game before, she wasn’t going to bite.
She was known as the ice queen for a reason among her peers. She could have escaped Broysc’s fury if she had allowed him into her bed, she could very well have made Major by now if she had allowed various superior officers to take advantage. In fact she could have had a comfortable office on Drummond Kaas instead of Balmorra if she had accepted Baras’s offer. She had more integrity then that, but her career had suffered for it.
“You will also find I am fully trained in all aspects of operating this vessel. I can both navigate and pilot.” She changed the subject in hopes of showing him, she was so much more than her anatomy and appearance. The statement earned her an impressed raised eyebrow.
“If you’re half as good at evading obstacles as you are my advances, then my ship is in good hands.” He put his hands up in a surrendering motion.
“I’m here to do a job, my Lord.” She spoke unflinching, unmoved by his charm and friendliness. She pinched herself for the third time.
“You’ve made your point Captain.” He took a step forward, and brushed her cheek, then with a quizzical look brushed it again, he realized it was two tiny moles and not dust on her cheek. Miranda glowered at him for deigning to be so forward and familiar. He looked down at her, mocking smirk back in place. “I’ll stop pestering you. For now.” He walked away looking back over his shoulder once.
Only when she heard him enter the common area did she let out her breath. Unprofessional, arrogant, maddening Sith, she brushed her cheek, still feeling the residual effect of his hand. Damn him.
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