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09.27.2012 , 02:37 PM |
dump, no one thing more than 400 words:
Wynston with Kaliyo, 200 words, no spoilers:
Kaliyo yawned loudly.
"I'm really sorry we're stuck on this rock," said Wynston. "I called the bartender, but they won't be getting another shipment of any kind of spirits whatsoever until next week."
"I think the supply issue is there because we doubled the population of this stupid planet just by coming. Stars, I can't wait to get back to civilization."
"You and me both."
"There are technically a few buildings around here." Kaliyo sauntered closer to Wynston and smiled lazily. "You know, if I'm not distracted I might be forced to go out and make my own fun with some of that high-yield explosive gel we just got in."
Wynston rolled his eyes and set his hands on her sides, running down to settle on her hips. "You know, Kaliyo, you really don't have to talk me into such a distraction."
"Oh, I know, but I love the look on your face every time I threaten to blow up some poor innocent village."
"You would." He edged closer and said, very seriously, "I take this on as a matter of public safety."
"Agent, you take it on because you like it."
Rho with Doc, 200 words, no spoilers:
"And this, my friend, is a gift especially for you!"
Rho looked serenely at the little glass case and its contents. Very, determinedly serenely. "How...nice," he said.
"That right there," burbled Doc, "is one shot glass for every species of dancer they've ever had at that cantina we saved from destruction last week. Each shot glass done out as a little gilded model of dancers of said species."
"Um, yes, I see that."
"Amazing, isn't it?"
"Doc, you know I shouldn't take this. I'm very grateful for the thought, but I don't exactly drink, and I'm afraid I don't have any place to put it." Rho had plenty of room in his ascetic quarters, but gilded nearly-nude-alien-covered shot glasses were not about to go on his otherwise bare shelves.
"Really?" Doc said.
"Really," Rho said apologetically.
"So...I should probably take this back," Doc said. "You know. To put 'em to good use."
A small grin escaped Rho's control. This wasn't the first such gift-for-Doc Doc had tried to give him. "Yes, I suppose you'd better."
"Works out for all," beamed Doc. He clapped Rho on the shoulder. "You're a pal."
Rho with Kira, 400 words, JK Act 1 spoilers.
I can't recall/figure out the exact circumstances for this one. But I'm thinking Kira may well feel upset between her encounter with Vallis and the resolution (?) of the Children of the Emperor matter.
Rho almost ran into Kira when she emerged from her quarters. She was carrying a sizeable pack.
"Kira," he said. "We weren't going to stay on Tython all that long."
Kira didn't look at him. "I, uh. I was gonna take some extra time. Away from people."
"I see. Are you going to be all right?"
She made a face, finally forced herself to face him. "Yeah, I'll be fine. This won't be a big deal."
"I know you're not all right now," he said simply. "But you're going to be."
She nodded. "Yeah," she said, without enthusiasm.
"If you'll be taking time off on Tython, may I offer you something?"
Rho beckoned her over to the holo and brought up a map of the area surrounding the Jedi Temple on Tython. Carefully, with some deliberation, he zoomed in on an area in the mountains nearby, finally picked out a spot and placed a marker there, then backed the view off so Kira could see the full path from the Temple. "There is a place here, locked away behind an ancient wall. There's a very simple activation sequence that will open the old gate. Past it there's a path to a spot that's just...alone. And beautiful, and peaceful. When I was a padawan and felt troubled, I always found myself coming back there to center myself."
"You're making that up. You're never troubled."
He smiled a little. "We all have hard times, Kira," he said. "If you want, I can give you the access sequence for that gate."
She looked at Rho, at the map, back at Rho. "Yeah. I think I'd like that."
Rho pulled a datapad off the shelf and loaded the map onto it, then manually entered some notes. "Here," he said, handing her the datapad. "Use it in good health."
She reached out to take the pad. When her fingers touched his he immediately though calmly withdrew.
She looked from his hands to his face, her eyes bright. "You're hard to figure out, Rho. If anybody else were as nice to me as you are, all the time..."
This wasn't the first time they had sidled around the matter. "Perhaps it would be easier if you pretended I'm female?" he said wryly.
She laughed out loud. "One of the weirder Jedi recommendations I've ever gotten. It could work."
He let a little laughter into his own voice. "Master. Sister. Whatever you want to call it. You're my padawan and I want you to be all right. Go there, take all the time you need, and come back when you're ready. I'll be here."
Nalenne with Quinn, 400 words, no spoilers:
Time period: late in Quinn's ghostly existence, post-Voss
"2V's primary motivator has blown out, and since I cannot interact with matter myself I fear I will be of no use to anyone until Vette fixes it."
"Huh. Vette is helping you with this? Voluntarily?"
"I informed her that, since I have nothing better to do, I would follow her around talking until 2V was repaired. She has been working most diligently since then."
"Takin' a page out of her own playbook. Vicious but clever."
"I don't even have to follow through at this point. The threat and a thirty-second sample were sufficient."
"So what can I do for you while you're here?"
"I was actually wondering where the Captain Kaas hard-copy archives ended up. You know that one of the few things I can do in my ghostly state is stick my head inside comic books and single out one page at a time. But my usual reading material is no longer in my quarters."
"Really? Ugh. Bet you anything Pierce or somebody moved it to some hiding place the last time they went through hunting for the slave collar remote."
"You usually track your comic books quite closely, but Captain Kaas seems to be an exception." He tilted his head slightly. "In fact, I have never once seen you actually reading it."
"That's because I hate Captain Kaas. He is by far my least favorite Spectacle everything, and I'm including the X-folk in that list."
"Then...why do you possess the full print run?"
She shrugged. "You said a long time ago that you liked him. I thought I would put the temptation on the ship, first to watch and see if you actually do ever take time off – of course you didn't – and second so you would have something you enjoy if you did suddenly turn weird enough to want to relax."
"You never touched 'em, of course."
"No. But after I died and before you assigned 2V-R8 to act as my hands, I was most grateful to have something other than Scarlet Nexu to practice reading."
"Scarlet Nexu might've broadened your horizons a little. But, yeah, Captain Kaas was all for you."
"You might consider notifying me the next time you do something nice for me. So that I notice it perhaps less than two years and one death later."
"Okay," she said, and smiled. "Tell you what, I can go yell at Pierce for hiding the damned comic books."
His eyes lit up. "You will?"
"Yup! Personal favor to you, I'll get good and mad about it."
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