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10.10.2012 , 12:46 AM |
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I'm not saying my big brother is better than me at everything, because he isn't. He's terrible with women and with letting go of things. And with anger management. And he keeps loaning me credits. I'll pay him back someday, but everybody agrees he's still an idiot to do it.
Because if Vierce held the high score at bumper ball, my entire childhood was a lie.
These two lines cheered me up immensely.
Remi and Scourge... No spoilers. Takes place just after the end of Chapter 3
Fire, pain, anger not her own, darkness, then nothing, then light, cold, dull aches, and weightlessness.
Hurt bad, naked in a kolto tank.
Remi’s fuzzy mind provided the answer.
They were still on Corellia, she remembered bits and pieces of the fight. Black Hole sector, radiation that weakened their armor, a giant droid spotted them at exactly the wrong time. Scourge was down, she charged it and lured it away. A metal limb pierced her armor just as she lanced its central processor with her saber. The last thing she remembered was catching fire when the droid overloaded and electrocuted her.
She opened her eyes and waited for them to adjust to the liquid. Red eyes stared back at her.
Scourge is alive, good.
Her hand drifted to her hip,
Not entirely naked, good.
She closed her eyes and slipped into dreams.
“Everything slow, push firmly but gently, patience will bring you what force will not.” Master Xin coaxed Remi out of bed. She had learned focus through training, and restraint through experience, but patience, patience was proving elusive. She swung her legs off the bed and attempted to stand, just as he knew she would, and just as the doctors warned, she fell immediately. He caught her and held her up.
“Ow.” She said through clenched teeth. He sensed more frustration than pain.
“Was that slow?” he admonished gently. “For you perhaps, let’s try slow for other people first.” He held her up as regrown muscles flexed and cramped. Kolto did wonders, but muscle memory was stored in the nerves and new nerves must be retrained.
“They won’t do what I say.” She looked down at her feet. They curled limply beneath her not bearing her weight at all.
“Here, sit.” He helped her back to the bed. He picked up her foot and pinched her big toe. “You cannot just expect your legs to just do what you tell them right now, they are your legs but they are new, strangers to you. You must learn them, make friends with them, and then you can trust them to carry you anywhere. Now, everything slow, wiggle your big toe.”
Remi drifted back to consciousness, she wiggled her big toe smiling a little behind her mask. Her fingers flexed experimentally, she rolled her shoulders and felt a twinge on her left side, she made note of it. On she went, testing herself with small movements making note of the places she still hurt. Satisfied that she would be fine, she let herself drift and dreamed of a little girl whose master taught her how to walk again.
“The left and the right, they do not work together well.” Master Xin observed her limp. “They have not known each other long, one wants big steps, the other little steps, but they both suffer for not working together. You must guide, exact steps, tell each exactly what you want, they will do this for you, soon working together for your benefit will be second nature, all will be harmony.”
She woke up in a narrow cot at the medical center clean and dressed in her own robes. An attendant brought her water and some ration bars. She forced herself to eat and drink to replenish the weight she lost from healing. She moved slowly testing out her new parts and exited the medical center. The tent was kept dim but outside it was daylight, bright and sunny. As she headed to the rail station, Kira darted to her right and a shadow fell in on her left.
“How do you feel?” Kira asked anxiously.
“Like I was skewered, electrocuted, and set on fire. It’s ok though, no one liked my old skin anyway.” Remi grinned at the near identical scowls on her companion’s faces. “Were you two waiting outside the tent all this time?”
“No,” Kira answered quickly, “We took shifts.” Remi raised an eyebrow finding it odd that Kira would take the same shift as Scourge, she was probably keeping an eye on him as well.
“I see,” acknowledging statements said and unsaid. They continued to the spaceport in silence. She sent her full report to the Council after they left orbit and received new orders immediately, a diplomatic mission in the Sullust system. If everything went according to plan, the mission should be safe and she would not have any reason to fight, but she had little faith in things going according to plan.
She stretched out in the cargo bay and went through some basic exercises, her left side was weak and stiff, the practice droid scored on her at half the usual setting. She turned at a noise behind her.
“You are weak.” Lord Scourge said from the doorway.
Kira glared at him but agreed. “You need time to recover, we should tell the Council you can’t go.”
Remi studied them both, “True,” she grinned crookedly, “all of it, but someone has to go. The mission is important and needs a Jedi. You should go.” She said looking Kira in the eyes.
“Me.” She squeaked she had done a few missions on her own but none of the diplomatic kind.
“Yes, you’re ready, you’re able and I’m not. We’ll go to Coruscant and get you a transport to Sullust, you can take Rusk and Doc. I’ll inform the Council.”
“What about him?”
“You want to take Scourge?”
“No! I can’t leave you alone with him. Not while you’re vulnerable.” She did not seem to care that he was standing there listening.
She thought about laughing but decided against it. She put her hand on her former Padawan’s shoulder. “I can’t do it, you said so yourself, I need your help, and his. You go, show the bureaucrats the Jedi back the Senate.”
“And him?” She jerked her head at the Sith lord.
“He’s going to get me back into fighting shape.” Kira expressed her displeasure but agreed. She gave Scourge what she probably thought was a menacing look. Remi chose not to disillusion her friend.
A few days later, she waved goodbye to most of her crew and retracted the boarding ramp. She trained alone on the way to Kira’s pickup, now she was ready for some sparring practice. Lord Scourge had anticipated her readiness and waited for her in the cargo bay. She selected a training saber wielding it in her left hand and brought it up to guard position. He stood with his arms crossed glaring at her.
“You have been injured before?”
“I almost lost both my legs to frostbite once.” She grinned at her dreams from the kolto tank.
“I fell into an icy river rescuing an Akk-pup.”
“You were a fool.”
“I was nine.”
“You are still a fool.”
“It was a very cute Akk-pup,” her eyes danced as he scowled.
“You may think your task is finished but it may not be. Until we can be certain, you cannot take unnecessary risks.”
She shrugged. “I’d take that risk for anyone, especially a friend.”
“I am not your friend. You should not have sacrificed yourself for me.”
“So I should sacrifice my principles instead?” She tilted her head, “I don’t like you that much.” He frowned but said nothing. She took guard position again, “Half speed please.”
A week later, Kira watched the Jedi and the Sith spar. There had been an assassination attempt at the conference that she thwarted easily, but she was glad Remi had not tried to take the mission herself. She worried that Lord Scourge would turn on her friend, and while she was glad he had not, she still felt Remi put too much trust in him. For now at least, that faith had paid off, her former master regained what she lost and displayed none of the weakness she showed a mere week before. Remi ended the bout with a killing strike that she halted inches from the Sith’s neck. She backed away accepting his surrender and turned to Kira.
“I read your reports,” she smiled, “You did wonderfully, the Council is impressed.”
“Great, now they’re going to send me to more boring meetings.” She eyed her friend, “You look like you're back to your old self, I guess he’s still good for something.” Remi only beamed in response. She rolled her eyes, “I still say you shouldn’t trust him. I’ll tell the Council we’re ready for our next mission.” She exchanged a slightly less hostile look with Lord Scourge and headed to the bridge to make her final report to the Council.
Scourge spoke up behind her, “Your former Padawan is right, you should not have trusted me while you were weak. One day that trust will get you killed.”
Remi sighed and turned on her heel to face him. “Fine, but tell me this. How exactly did I get to a medical center?” He scowled and said nothing, stepping forward to take her practice blade and put it away.
She grinned at his back and left him alone.
Everything slow, push firmly but gently, patience will bring you what force will not.
Master Xin survived the sacking of Coruscant because I liked him too much.
Also, Kill Bill reference
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