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09.27.2012 , 02:11 PM |
(loose interpretation, sorry!)
Remi and Scourge, spoilers for JK Voss, Scourge companion conversations, and oddly enough fem Smug Voss
takes place just after Voss.
Once Remi realized her crew would contain more than just Jedi, she started resupplying on Nar Shaddaa rather than Carrick station. Nar Shaddaa was slightly more expensive but she discovered that carrying food Kira, Doc, and Rusk considered edible made for better tempers. If she never had to hear another argument over chocolate rations, it would be too soon. Another consideration was that the task that drove them all left little room for downtime, resupplying on Nar Shaddaa was the closest thing to shore leave that she could offer.
Remi concluded her haggling with the shopkeeper, she ordered spacer rations and some medical compounds Doc had wanted, she found a crystal on a chain she thought Kira would appreciate and enough blaster solvent to keep Rusk happily cleaning weapons for a long time. She leafed through a small book with a red and blue leather cover containing a few lines of poetry from different cultures. She had little interest in poetry but it reminded her of Tala-Reh, the Voss woman who had become a friend almost instantly and was lost just as quickly.
“Would you like to purchase that?” The shopkeeper asked his eyes flicked greedily from the book to her face, even newly printed books were rare and expensive and the Nar Shaddaa markup on such items made them more so. Remi smiled and shook her head regretfully, she would buy gifts for her crewmates and friends but a Jedi did not hoard possessions for herself. Seeing the sale of an item slipping through his fingers the merchant prepared his pitch but stopped short at the shadow that cast itself over them.
Remi did not need to glance over her shoulder to know that she would see Lord Scourge standing in the doorway intimidating everything down to the produce. She smiled a little at the shopkeeper’s expression as he scrambled to attend the ‘Sith Lord who deigned to grace the shop with his presence.’ Lord Scourge cast a mild look at Remi while the little man trailed after him offering samples of everything. She indicated with her head that she would be outside and moved to the seating area around a giant Hutt statue.
Scourge joined her not long after. She nodded at him but made no move to get up. They watched the drunken denizens of Nar Shaddaa carouse and fritter away their time. He eyed the packages filled with trinkets she purchased for the crew.
“Why do you purchase such useless baubles?” he asked breaking the silence.
She gave him a sidelong glance, “I think you know why.”
She sighed and rubbed her eyes, “Our lives are dangerous, if we find small pieces of happiness we should take them when we can. This stuff makes my friends happy.” She peered at him, as usual his expression was unreadable. “Does that sound ridiculous to you or something?”
“No,” he answered, “I just wanted you to say that before I give you this.” He placed the blue and red book on the table beside her.
Her eyes widened and stared at him then down at the book, “That is not a small gift, Scourge. I can’t accept that.”
“If you are worried about the price, it was a gift from the shopkeeper after he nearly upended a tray of samples on me.” His expression did not change but he seemed to be amused. “I believe I made him nervous.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You should give it back to him, those are expensive.”
“They are overpriced, but if you wish, then it is my book and you may borrow it.” When she made no move to take the book he picked it up and read one of the passages.
“My tears fall to mingle with the rain/I envy its freedom/It may plant its kiss on any sail/And watch the living grass that grows.”
She seemed to savor the words for a few moments before speaking, “Pretty, why’d you pick that one?”
“It is of the Voss.”
“Ah,” Remi nodded with understanding. Lord Scourge liked to prod at her when her mood changed. He seemed to enjoy knowing what bothered her; he was probably saving the information to use later.
“You could do nothing to prevent her death. She would have died then or later when the monster Sel-Makor infected the planet.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that she’s dead and as you said, there was nothing I could do.” She leaned back and stared up at the statue.
“I see. You are angry because you were powerless.” He concluded with a chuckle. “This I understand.”
Remi made a fist, she did not understand why this Sith got under her skin so easily. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, he was right of course. She hated feeling powerless, she hated being led around by someone else never knowing what was going on, and she hated losing her friends, but hate was not the way. She exhaled slowly, she would learn to accept her limitations, and she would celebrate Tala-Reh’s life and sacrifice.
There is no death there is the force.
By the time she finished exhaling she felt better, not happy but better. She opened one eye to find the Sith still watched her. He lifted a brow, he had sensed her anger, possibly her hate, and he observed her as she suppressed her emotions. His eyes challenged her to say something.
She made a face and closed her eyes again, “Shut up and read me another poem.”
Scourge watched her for a moment her calm was no longer a façade. He did not care for the Jedi way, but her task required her full strength and he would help her to eliminate any weakness. He looked down at the book and read the next passage.
“Love is water. On the lips, it quenches. On the skin, it caresses. When cold, it pierces. When in every breath, it kills.”
“Is that another Voss one?” she asked her eyes still closed.
“Is it true?”
“Is what true?”
“Is that what love is like?” She opened her eyes and looked at him curiously, “You told me you remember the exact color of your first love's eyes. I assume you would know.”
“And you do not?” He asked with surprise, “You have never loved anyone? Not a pet, a family member, a friend?” The Jedi stared at him blankly. He sat back revising his opinion of the Jedi, “Your Council’s influence is impressive if they not only force you to deny your emotions but prevent you from ever having them.”
She frowned at that and sat back closing her eyes again, “Ok, then don’t tell me.”
His lips stretched into a smile she would not see. “They were golden, tinged with red. She bore the royal markings, and she was the essence of what it was to be Sith, power, cunning, pride. We met at the Sith Academy, she was a few years ahead of me and already on her way to becoming powerful. I loved her the moment I saw her, but I was not alone in this, no few Sith Lords kept watch on her progress to take her as an apprentice, the same went for her hand.” He thought back to the other acolytes who vied for her attention.
“She became the flame that I strived toward, the symbol of all that would make me worthy. I eliminated my rivals including some of her would be masters.” He smiled darkly at the memory, most Sith Lords would not take their own apprentices to their beds, it left them too vulnerable, but those who would were not wise and fell easily.
“We were betrothed before she left with her Master, but we would not wed until we were both established. I was sent to the outer rim after I graduated and became a Lord within two years.” He had already told the Jedi what happened when he returned from the outer rim and the series of events that led to their shared destiny.
The Jedi sat quietly after he finished, finally, she asked, “Do you know what happened to her?”
He shrugged though the Jedi’s eyes were still closed, “She died, as did everyone I knew from that time save the Emperor. I saw her once when her master met with mine, we could have wed but I no longer felt for her what I once did.”
, Scourge thought at the Jedi.
She came to me fierce with pride and hope, pride for the status I had achieved, pride that she had chosen the best, and hope that she would be the wife and mother of a line of powerful Sith, together we would rule the Empire. I destroyed both of those things that day.
Scourge felt no remorse for what he had done, but he did not wish to share. “It did not matter.”
She opened her eyes and turned to him frowning. “Love sounds kind of painful.”
“Do you fear pain?” He met her gaze wondering how someone could live her whole life being compassionate and kind and never feel love or have it returned.
“I don’t think so.” She shrugged picking up the book of poems and leafing through it, “Maybe I should be grateful, being a Jedi and all I would have to choose. Half of these poems are about love lost or love betrayed or love unrequited.” She handed him back the book.
He accepted it and stowed it in a pocket. “Art is born of deep passions, love is chief of these.” He watched her intently, still wondering what was wrong with her.
She met his eyes but her expression was unreadable and not even a ripple of emotion surfaced, finally she shrugged and turned away to gather her things. “I wouldn’t know.”
Notes (same spoilers as above):
The poetry is from the femSmug's romance line with Lokir-Ka. Yeah just sit back and imagine those words with Scourge's voice. Yep.
Also, when I first started writing Remi the Grey I toyed with the idea of Scourge's first love being Remi, but as I wrote it neither of them realized their feelings for each other until long after chapter 3 ended. That would not make sense if Scourge knew his first love was Remi and I like the idea of him having a whole other life and path that was ripped away from him during the events of the Revan novel.
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