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09.18.2012 , 03:33 PM |
. K'hera (A'tro) and K'saria, 529 words. Takes place pre-game, so no spoilers.
An Imperial Outpost
K’hera glared at the closed door, wondering if she should knock or simply barge in. The sound of K’saria’s muffled laughter decided the issue. Reaching out with the Force, she overrode the locks and slammed the door open.
She was greeted by the sight of her sister entwined with a young man in an officer’s uniform.
places, people knock,” K’saria said sourly, glaring at her twin.
“In civilized places,” K’hera retorted, “the Force-users don’t fraternize with the command staff.”
K’saria sighed. “Emperor, you’re so uptight these days.” She disentangled herself from the officer. “You’re dismissed, Captain. I’ll see you later,” she added with a coy smile.
The man fled, hastily doing up his jacket as he went.
K’hera glowered after him, then fixed her attention on her sister. “Have you no shame?” she demanded.
K’saria rolled her eyes. “You’re going to lecture me, aren’t you?” She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. “You definitely know how to kill the mood. Why’d you show up so early?”
“I am precisely on time,” K’hera said through gritted teeth. “You’re the one who seems to have wanted a quick fix before our meeting.”
“I really don’t see what you’re so upset about,” K’saria drawled. “As I recall, you were the one with the reputation as the Academy sl—“
“That’s different!” K’hera interrupted heatedly. “They, at least, were Sith!”
“Ah, so you think I’m lowering myself,” K’saria said archly. “How very elitist. Mother would be proud.”
lowering yourself,” K’hera snapped.
K’saria laughed. “You expect me to believe that
would pass up a delectable piece of uniformed goodness?”
“I most certainly would,” K’hera retorted. “Force-blinds are beneath us. It doesn’t matter how good-looking they are.”
military men,” K’saria pouted. “So disciplined, yet so eager to please—“
“A woman of your breeding should know better,” K’hera admonished.
“Don’t bring our lineage into this.”
“And why not? You’re certainly disgracing it with your behavior!”
“What do you care?”
, K’saria,” K’hera said firmly. “That means something.”
“Maybe to you,” K’saria yawned. “I prefer to keep an open mind.”
“I can think of a few other things you seem to be keeping open,” K’hera said darkly.
K’saria shook her head. “Tell me, O high and mighty sister of mine, did you come here expressly to harass me about my romantic exploits, or was there an actual reason for your visit?”
“I happened to be in the area, so I thought I’d check in and see what a spectacular failure you were making of yourself,” K’hera said coolly.
“It’s going to take more than that to provoke me.”
K’hera smiled sweetly. “Then it’s a good thing that I’m not trying to provoke you, isn’t it?” She made a show of looking at the wall chrono. “But look at the time—I’d best be going. My master will be wanting me back; you know how it is. Oh wait, you don’t! Because no one was stupid enough to pick you as an apprentice!”
K’saria folded her arms across her chest. “Stop gloating and get going.”
K’hera smirked at her. “With pleasure.”
Years later, A'tro will look back on this conversation and facepalm. Ah, dramatic irony.
EDIT: Additional note:
This is about two years before K'saria defects to the Republic.